1. Chapter 1: Girl Trouble

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Walking from my apartment to the Pokegirl Center was one of the pleasures I enjoyed every morning. It was late enough to hear a young tamer boast about his latest victory. Apparently his Demoness had torn the other tamer's pokegirl apart. The winner didn't care about the losing pokegirl; he had won an evolution stone he desired. Before I learned what kind of stone it was, he and his companion passed out of my hearing range.

When I reached the Pokegirl Center I looked at the designed area for challenge combat. There was a lot of blood on the ground. 'Torn apart' had not been an exaggeration obviously. I entered the Center.

The NurseJoy waved at me with a friendly smile and continued to sort some papers on her desk. I walked over to her. We chatted a short while, then she placed one sheet of paper in front of me.

“I need your signature,” she told me.

“What's this about?” I asked her and signed on the dotted line.

“Your Taming License”

“Please explain”

“You do know the job description for a tamer? You should capture and tame pokegirls to capture and sell more pokegirls.”

“I know.”

“You don't capture pokegirls. You haven't even bothered to get your starter within the allotted time.”

“I wanted the license. I didn't want a pokegirl of my own.”

“A tamer has to have a pokegirl at least and to build a harem. If you only want one pokegirl, you can become a Pet Owner.”

“No interest in pets here.”

“Your Tamer's License may be canceled, if you don't own and train at least one pokegirl,” she warned.

“I passed my test a few months ago. I guess it will be nearly a year before they check.”

“Don't worry.” She smiled and put the paper I had signed away. “Now you have a pokegirl.”

“Oh?”

“Congratulations! You just signed the ownership contract. I have to update your pokedex, so bring it with you the next time, please.”

“You tricked me.” I wasn't angry, more surprised that Joy took such a risk to get me to accept a pokegirl.

“Let's hope you have had a good reason for doing that. I trusted you.”

The NurseJoy pouted. “Says the man who told a tamer to get an Everstone for his Hyperdoll.”

I shrugged. “It was a good idea at the time. Still is. A Hyperdoll who isn't frightened of becoming a Redeemer is much easier company.”

“Not many people would call a Hyperdoll easy company.”

“That one is. Back to the topic at hand: Tell me your reason.”

“She was beaten up very badly and has suffered a major setback. She needs a mature tamer. You need a pokegirl.”

The NurseJoy got up and left her counter. She grabbed something in passing. “Follow me. I'll introduce you.”

She let me to the east wing of the Pokegirl Center and climbed the stairs to the first floor in front of me. Girl could move, I gave her that.

“We have a few rooms for patients here who need more care than a healing circle in their pokeballs.” she told me.

“I know you don't like being tricked into this. Please be gentle. It's not her fault.”

“No, it's yours. If I were really angry, I'd sell her without looking at her once.”

Joy became quite pale. She hadn't thought of such a way out.

“Listen, NurseJoy,” I continued, “I'll let it slide this time. I'm a polite man and I liked you. From now on I expect you to show me the proper respect towards a tamer, including calling me sir at the correct time, and asking me before making decisions concerning my life!”

My voice had become louder while talking and I had to stop me from shouting the last words.

The NurseJoy stiffened her back and straightened her shoulders.

“I heard you very clear, sir.” she said in a formal voice. “Do you wish to file a complaint about my behavior towards you?”

“No. Let's meet this pokegirl.”

“As you wish, sir.”

She led me down the floor and opened the second to last door on the right.

“Hello, dear,” she said in a warm and friendly voice, “I brought you a visitor.”

The NurseJoy stepped aside and allowed me to enter.

I stopped in the door frame and looked around.

She is beautiful, was my first impression. Nearly six foot height, long and well-formed legs, a beautifully chiseled face, long black hair and big, black wings. The Angel wore a wide t-shirt only. On closer inspection I discovered barely healed scars above her right knee. The way her right shoulder and her right wing dropped, she must have been injured there, too. Some blood had seeped through the shirt near her neck and on her left side. Her large C-cup breasts strained the fabric of her shirt.

“You shouldn't be out of bed, dear.” The NurseJoy was all business. Gently she steered the angel-type pokegirl back to the bed and tucked her in.

“Where is my tamer?” the black-haired beauty asked.

“I'm sorry, but your tamer gave you up. He thought you wouldn't survive your injuries.”

A small smile appeared on the NurseJoy's face. “Don't worry. I patched you up. A day of rest, one more healing from me, and another healing circle and you'll be as good as new. But you have to stay in bed and rest.”

“My tamer left me to die?” The angel-type's face showed her anguish. “Doesn't he want me anymore? What will become of me?” She touched her black hair with her fingers. “Now I've turned into this,” she paused, “who will want me?”

“Don't worry, dear. I've found a new tamer for you already. Remember that I mentioned a visitor?”

The pokegirl looked away from the NurseJoy's face and discovered me.

“Is it true, sir? Are you my new master?” she asked, fear of rejection clearly visible on her pale face.

“It's true,” I said. “I am your new master. This NurseJoy convinced me to accept you.”

I saw that she started to rise.

“No, stay in bed,” I told her, “you have to heal and get well first. You will obey your nurse and listen to her orders like you will obey mine.

She smiled. “Yes, master.”

“Good girl. I'll visit you later and tell you more about me, but I have to leave now. I have work to do.”

“Yes, master. May I ask one question though?”

“Yes”

“When will I meet my new harem sisters?”

“I have no harem. You are my only pokegirl.”

Her smile grew wider. “Thank you, master.”

“Joy here will be more than happy to tell you a few things about me.” I said.

I turned to the NurseJoy. “Where's my client?”

Joy pulled a pokeball out of her uniform and held it up. “Here”

I walked over and took the pokeball from her. “Thank you. Take good care of my new pokegirl, please.”

Joy smiled a little. “I will, sir.”

I turned to leave.

“May I ask another question, master?”

I looked at the angel-type and gave a short nod.

“Don't you mind that I've become a FallenAngel? I'm not a Celestial any more.”

“It's not important to me. I wasn't looking for a Celestial pokegirl. What matters is that you are mine now, if you want to be.”

Her emotions visibly showed on her face. Relief, acceptance, and excitement.

“I am yours, master.” she said with a radiant smile.

“You're mine.” I confirmed, smiling too. “I'm looking forward to my next visit later. Till then listen to your nurse and get well. Bye.”

I nodded to Joy and left without looking back.

***

In my office I looked at the pokeball. I should have brought my pokedex with me. At least I remembered the details from the application. I released the pokegirl.

She was about 5'4” tall, mostly black with a few white stripes in her fur. She wore a black tank top and black synth-leather shorts. She looked around quickly before concentrating on me.

“Did my tamer sell me?” she asked.

“No, you are still his. You may see me as a friend for hire. You can talk with me about everything.”

“I don't want to talk! If you didn't buy me, I want back to my tamer.”

“You'll will be sent back to him. My time is payed for. You might use the opportunity.”

“What's the point? I have nothing!”

“Well, you have your life, your clothes, and a tamer, who cares enough for you to pay my expensive fee in advance. I disagree.”

The Nogitsune crossed her arms under her chest. “What do you know about honor?”

“Let's just say I know about honor.” I told her. “Tell me about yours.”

She pointed at her body. “Take a good look. I've got no honor left.”

“That's not true. Honor can be lost and honor can be regained. Giving up is just your easy way out.”

Her fur bristled. “I'm not giving up!” she protested.

“Good. That's a start. Do you want to take a seat?”

The Nogitsune looked at the pile of pillows. “Are you looking for a quick taming?”

I laughed. “No, thank you. I have my own pokegirl to care for. Take as many pillows as you like and sit down a comfortable distance away.”

She took a few steps and sat down. “I'm comfortable here.”

“Okay,” I said and set down on the same pile. I kept the short distance between us.

“Please tell me your name,” I asked her.

“Eleanor,” she told me, “and you are?”

“My name is Eugen Christoph Fuchs. You may call me Mr. Fuchs.”

“That's an Azure name. Are we in Azure?”

“No, we are in the Blue League.”

I relaxed and leaned back.

“Eleanor, please tell me how you lost your honor.”

“Why do you care?”

“I want to help you. I need to know your story to understand you.”

“It's a simple, sad story. I have a good tamer and I vowed to protect him and to never loose a battle. We fought a feral in the woods, I lost, my tamer got injured, and my harem-sisters drove the feral away. I had broken my vow and turned into this.”

“It was a stupid vow,” I said, “there's always someone stronger. You can't win every battle.”

“Thank you very much! I know that now!”

“Good.”

“For a friend you aren't very nice.”

“I don't have to be nice. A good friend tells you the uncomfortable truth.”

“I will not loose again.”

“Unlikely, you may face a stronger opponent again.”

She made a face.

“You will have to find a code you can live by.” I said. “Unattainable goals are useless. You vowed to protect your tamer. That's a good goal.”

“I couldn't protect him!”

“He's not dead. Your harem sisters protected him. You have to keep in mind that you are part of that harem.”

“I have to proof my worth to him.”

“How stupid are you, really?”

The Nogitsune lunged for me. Somehow I could roll away and her attack passed over me.

“Very stupid,” I growled as I pulled her pokeball out and recalled the charging pokegirl.

I dropped the ball. The Nogitsune struggled against being captured, but the ball was attuned to her. It stopped to wobble after a few seconds.

I waited for five minutes then I released Eleanor again.

“Go to the cross and fasten the locks on your ankles and your right wrist.” I ordered her in a hard, cold voice. “Or I'll recall you and send you back to your tamer with the strict advice to at least level four you a few times.”

The Nogitsune growled at me. Then she dropped her shoulders and obeyed.

A minute later she was securely tied to the cross and I stepped back.

“I apologize for insulting you.” I said. “But it wasn't a clever question. You are here, so it's obvious that your tamer cares for you. To him you clearly have worth already.”

“Oh.” This was a new insight for the Nogitsune. I allowed her some time to digest it.

“To him you have worth,” I repeated, “now you have to find your own worth.”

“I'm a Nogitsune. There's no worth in that.”

I took a deep, long breath. It made no sense to call her stupid again. I thought for a while.

“A Nogitsune is a powerful pokegirl, if a tamer is patient enough to handle her. You can evolve into a Dark Kitsune, when you earn it. It's up to you.”

“So this is my fault?”

“I didn't say that. It's a question of perspective. You can continue to drown yourself in self pity, you poor, unlucky thing. Or you can take responsibility and use the chances you are offered. Your tamer did keep you after you turned into a Nogitsune. You are a treasured part of his harem. He thinks you are important enough to pay a small fortune for my service. You have a lot more than you see. Think about that.”

She opened her mouth to argue.

“Don't talk,” I ordered her, “think.”

Eleanor managed to keep quiet for nearly four minutes. Obviously she was really thinking. Then she looked at me.

“Can I talk now?”

“I know you can. You may.”

She sneered, but didn't comment. “Maybe you're not totally wrong. What's your advice?”

“Be aware of the good things in your life. Try to think of the needs of others, your tamer and your harem-sisters. I know you feel like you have to fight tooth and nail for everything you want to keep. If you think about it, you'll realize that you have quite a few good things already. Good things others offered to you on their own, not things you had to fight for.”

“You are saying: be nice, be patient, and be thankful.”

“It's a little more complex, but basically: yes.”

“Any idea how I should do that. I feel like,” she paused, visibly searching for the right words, “ I have to fight for everything, like I have to secure every minute of my tamer's attention with everything I have.”

“I know how you feel. My advice may sound strange, but please consider it for a moment.” I said. “Take a step back and look around. You will notice that everything you want is still there. Nobody will take it away from you. Even when a harem-sister gets a taming instead of you, it's not the end of the world. Your turn will come. You might even get along better with your harem-sisters, if you're able to wait.”

“I don't like to wait, I might be overlooked.”

“You are hard to overlook,” I said with a smile, “don't worry about that.”

“If you're telling me next 'good things come to those who wait' I'll bite you.”

“Then I won't mention it,” I told her, “you did say it already.”

The Nogitsune growled.

I laughed. “Admit it, that was funny.”

Very slowly the growl turned into a chuckle, a long chuckle. Then Eleanor laughed out loud.

“I admit it,” she grinned, “I can't remember the last time I laughed so much.”

“When you feel threatened, think. Most of the time you'll find there's no real attack.”

“And the rest of the time?”

“You'll get to fight. Try to remember that you are part of a team and use that to your and their advantage. When the threat is real, then it's time to fight with everything you have.”

The Nogitsune relaxed. For the first time, since she was tied to the cross, she stopped testing her restraints. I stopped thinking about buying stronger restraints.

Eleanor straightened her back. She smiled.

“You are good at this. Your advice is helpful actually.”

“It's even more helpful when you listen to it.”

“I will. If it doesn't help, I'll come back and complain in person.”

“I doubt that,” I winked, “I mean, I doubt you'll find a reason to complain.”

“Please don't expect to evolve overnight,” I told her, “it may take quite a while. There will be setbacks and times, when your feelings overwhelm you. Remember to step back and think, before you act.”

“Thanks,” she deadpanned, “that's a lot of help.”

“You're a fighter. Keep in mind that this is worth fighting for.”

“I will,” she promised.

For a moment I expected another sarcastic remark, but she remained quiet. Perhaps she had indeed thought about it and decided to keep it to herself.

I held up her pokeball.

“Your tamer is a lucky guy to have you,” I said, “and you are a lucky girl to have him. I will send you back to him now. Good luck, Eleanor, and good-bye.”

I pressed the recall button.

***

After sending Eleanor back to her tamer, I went home and dusted off my pokedex. I read the entry about the Fallen Angel and thought for a while. Then I walked back to the Pokegirl Center and asked Joy to update my pokedex.

“Have you thought of a name yet, sir?” Joy asked.

“Yes, her new name is Shayla.”

Joy typed on her keyboard for a short while. “Now it's official. She's registered as your first pokegirl.” She handed my pokedex back.

“Thank you. Is it okay if I visit her now?”

“Of course. I think she's waiting for you.” She raised a warning finger. “No taming though. She's still weak and healing.”

“How is she?”

“Her leg was cut off, her wing and shoulder were crushed, broken collarbone, cracked rips. Physically she should be fine tomorrow. Psychically she'll heal a lot slower.”

“I've read the entry.”

“She'd be an asset, if you were a combat tamer.”

I saw her fidgeting with her hands.

“You have something else on your mind. Tell me.”

“I'm sorry for my behavior earlier today, sir. I shouldn't have tricked you into signing the papers. I liked how you treated me before, sir.”

Joy blushed slightly. She lowered her head.

“If you had asked me, I would have probably told you no. I'm not mad anymore.”

I leaned forward, raised her chin with my fingertips and kissed her on the lips.

“Shayla has to stay the night here?”

“Yes”

“Why don't you come over to my apartment after your shift? I'll give you a spanking as your deserved punishment. Then we'll call it even and forget about it. You can stay the night.”

Her blush deepened. “Are you offering a taming, sir?”

“I am. Wasn't that obvious?”

“Just making clear, sir.”

“Okay, I want your answer when I leave after the visit.”

“Yes, sir. Are you really going to spank me?”

“You can bet your fine ass on that.” I smiled and turned away. I heard her gasp behind me.

***

I knocked on the door and entered without waiting for an answer. The FallenAngel sat on the bed, her wings spread out behind her. Her dark purple eyes brightened when she recognized me.

“Master!” She made to get up.

“Stay seated.” I told her. “Why aren't you laying down?”

“It's uncomfortable with my wings, master. Bandaged as they are, I can't recall them. I can only lie on my belly, and that's uncomfortable too.”

I looked at her chest. “I can understand that. Still, you'll have to rest and sleep later.”

“Yes, master”

“Do you have a name?”

“My last master called me Blood Angel. I was a Seraph and given to him as a present from his parents when he passed his tamer's test. He tamed me twice before our first battle. I lost against an Infernal Demoness.”

“Do you like that name?”

“Not particularly, master.”

“It's not a name, it's a designation. I will give you a real name.”

I saw hope in her eyes.

“Your name is Shayla,” I told her.

“Shayla,” she tested it and smiled brightly. “It's beautiful. I like it. Thank you, master.”

“You're welcome, Shayla.”

***

A knock on my door announced the arrival of Joy. I opened the door, greeted her and led her in. I took her coat and looked her over. She had changed out of her uniform.

Now she wore a beige top with spaghetti shoulder straps, showing off her bust. She had tied her pink hair in a strictly plaited ponytail. A short, dark skirt covered her hips. On her feet she wore heeled sandals.

“You look stunning,” I told her, “I've set the table in the living room. Join me for dinner.”

Dinner was simple fare, pasta with a light sauce and a green salad. I offered a glass of white wine.

We ate in comfortable silence. We talked a little, nothing of importance.

After dinner I did the dishes, declining Joy's help. I left her in the living room with her glass of wine.

Then I returned to the living room.

“Stand up!” I ordered her. She complied at once.

“Take off your clothes. We don't want to stain them.”

Joy pulled her top over her head and let it fall to the floor. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra. Then she opened a zipper at the side of her skirt and let it drop to the ground. Now only her intimate parts were covered by flimsy, pink panties. She pulled them down and stepped out of them, one leg at a time. Then she took a step forward.

I took a good look at her.

“You are gorgeous.” I said.

I pulled out a sturdy chair and sat down. “Now come here and lay down over my knees.”

Joy trembled slightly, then she did as I had told her. I pulled her wrists behind her back and held them there with my left hand. Her generous breasts pressed against my left thigh while her taut stomach rested on my right thigh. I laid my right hand on her round ass. I caressed and rubbed her cheeks lightly.

Joy moaned.

“This is the punishment you deserve,” I said, “one hundred slaps. Count them loud.”

I doubted that I could really hurt a pokegirl with my flat hand. Joy screamed, begged, cried, and struggled faintly as if she were in absolute agony. She didn't miss a count though.

After I caressed her red cheeks and slid my hand between her legs. I made a surprising and unsuspected discovery.

“You're soaking wet!” I laughed. “You enjoyed that!”

“I-I enjoyed the attention, s- sir!” She squealed when I explored her folds a little more with my fingers.

I rubbed my thumb against her clitoris. She squealed again and struggled, not away, but against my thumb, trying to get me to apply more pressure.

“I guess I can now make a spanked and well-punished pokegirl come, just with my thumb and fingers.” I rubbed her clit and stroked her folds gently to underline my point.

Joy moaned louder. I took my hand away. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes sir,” she hissed.

“Beg for it.”

Joy stiffened for a moment then she lowered her head and relaxed.

“Please make me come, sir, I beg you.” she whispered.

I gave her ass a light slap. “Louder. I can barely hear you.”

“PLEASE MAKE ME COME, SIR, I BEG YOU!”

“Okay”

I put my thumb and fingers to use again. It took not long until she came. Joy was a screamer and she came loud.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked with a smile while she lay panting across my knees. She nodded enthusiastically, still out of breath. Then I pulled her up and in my lap, hugging her and caressing her back. I waited for her breathing to became even. I placed a gentle kiss on her lips. A short while later I asked her to get up and led her to my bedroom.

“Lie down on your back,” I told her, “place your hands palms down at your sides and don't move.”

Joy complied.

I took off her sandals slowly and put them aside. Then I took her left foot in my hands and started to massage it. I slowly worked my way up to her knee, before I changed to her right foot. I wasn't gentle, but I felt the hardened muscles soften underneath my hands.

“That feels nice.” Joy whispered.

I continued my way up her thighs. Then I spread her legs and bent her knees.

“Don't move or I'll stop.” I warned her. I went down on my stomach between her legs and breathed warm air upon her exposed pussy lips. I gave them a long, slow, sensuous lick, before I dove in.

Joy trembled beneath my exploring mouth. I knew it was hard for her to lie still and I was trying my best to make it even harder. She had a nice, fruity taste I enjoyed.

I took my time, but when I bit down softly on her clit she came again. I inserted a finger and made her squeal a little longer.

I stood up and undressed, leaving my clothes on the floor.

“May I move now, sir?” Joy asked.

“Yes, you may.”

The NurseJoy was out of bed and standing in front of me, before I could blink.

“You made me come twice while keeping your cock in your pants,” she said with a bright smile, “now it's my turn to return the favor.”

Joy dropped to her knees gracefully and grabbed my erect cock, stroking it a few times with her hand.

“Would you like me to use my hands or my mouth, sir?” she said with a wink and gave the tip of my cock a short lick.

“Just your mouth, please.”

Joy smiled up at me and made a show of placing her hands behind her back.

“Is this satisfying, sir, or would you like to tie me up?” she grinned.

“Don't tempt me, girl. Now open your mouth and suck my cock.”

“As you command, sir!”

Joy bent forward and swallowed my cock. I felt it hit the back of her throat while her tongue swirled around. Her eyes twinkled while her lips, tongue, and teeth spoiled my cock.

“You're good at this,” I moaned, “and very talented.”

Joy smiled and hummed, sending new sensations through my hard shaft. She moved her head forward and back, making the feeling even more intense. I grabbed her hair and slowed her down.

“Not so fast. This feels great, but when you keep it up, I will come too soon.” I said.

I held her head and moved my cock deep into her mouth and back at the speed I preferred. When I felt ready to burst, I released her hair.

“Lick the sides now,” I ordered her, “good.”

“Now take just the head in your mouth and suck on it. Yeah.”

“Enough!” I stepped back. “That was absolutely fantastic. You're very, very good.”

I laid down on the bed on my back. “Come here. It's time to fuck.”

Joy was over me in the next second.

“I thought you'll never ask,” she breathed. She moved on her knees and guided my cock into her wet and tight pussy. Joy lowered herself slowly until our groins hit. She waited a moment before she started to move.

“You allow me to be on top, sir?” she smiled.

“I want to see your face this time,” I said, “and I like this position. It gives me access to your breasts.”

I showed her what I meant by caressing the sides and underside of her breasts with my hands. Then I put a hand behind her neck and pulled her down into a deep kiss.

About that time I gave in to my lust and enjoyed the sex. I remember that Joy became very loud at least two times and probably came too, before I reached my climax. I wasn't silent about it, too.

After we cuddled and caught our breath. “Wow,” I groaned, when I found my voice again, “that was unbelievable. Thank you.”

“I have to thank you, sir. I haven't been tamed this well in a very long time.”

“I'm spent. Let's go to sleep. We may have time for another taming in the morning.” I said.

Joy kissed me and showed an ear-splitting grin. “I knew you don't have Recovery, so I came prepared.”

She jumped out of bed and walked out of the room, giving her great ass an extra wiggle.

Joy was back within a minute. She held up two small bottles. “I brought Recovery Drinks. You will not get much sleep this night, sir.”

She was right of course.

***

In the morning we had enough time for another quick taming. I got up after one last kiss.

“I'll take a shower first and get breakfast ready. You can stay in bed for a while longer.”

Joy looked sleepily at me. “Yes, master.”

I blew her a kiss and stepped in the bathroom. I showered, shaved and brushed my teeth.
I dressed in a fresh suit, leaving the jacket and the tie off, and started preparing breakfast.

Joy joined me when I set the table. She was dressed again.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning, beautiful. Take a seat.”

I don't talk much in the morning; I'm not a morning person. It took me a while to notice that something about Joy was off.

She ate lightly and played most of the time with her cup of tea. Her shoulders were stiff and she didn't meet my eyes.

“What's up?” I asked her. “I didn't hurt you last night, didn't I?”

She looked up confused. “What? Oh no, you didn't hurt me at all. Even if I had strained something, I would have healed it without making a fuss.”

“Joy, there is something off about you. Please tell me.”

She blushed and lowered her head. She mumbled something intelligible.

“I can't hear you. Say it again.”

“IthinkIbondedtoyou.”

“Loud enough, but way to fast. Say it again slowly.”

“I think I bonded to you.”

I hadn't even thought of that.

“That's a surprise. How did that happen?”

“Do you know how hard it is for a civic pokegirl to get a good taming? Oh, every young tamer wants to tame a NurseJoy. They love to bent me over and stick it in. Most of them are young and inexperienced. It keeps me from going feral, but only a few cared about my needs.”

“Well, I wanted to fuck you too. What's different?”

“You cared! Do you know that I never lost count before of how many times I came with a single tamer in one night? There was no need. I was lucky to come once, very lucky when I came twice. You took control from the start and were yet gentle. You put my needs before your own. No tamer has ever done that for me.”

I shrugged. “I didn't do anything special.”

She lifted her face to stare at me. I saw tears running down her cheeks.

“Nothing special?” she gasped. “Nothing special! To me it was very special. I felt cared for, cherished, accepted.”

“Why should I take a woman into my bed I don't care for or accept? Of course I cherish you. You are very beautiful, have a good character, and the sex was fantastic. I consider you my friend.”

“Thank you, sir. I'm just a pokegirl.” She lowered her head again.

I stood up and led her to my couch. I set down and pulled her on my lap and into a hug.

“Joy, don't be sad. We'll work this out.”

She looked up at me. “Will you buy me, master? Or will you leave me in civic service hoping for a decent taming once in a while?”

I pulled her close.

“I will have to think about that. Yesterday I had no pokegirl and today I own one and another one is begging me to buy her.”

“Yes, master, forget I've asked.”

I gave her ass a light slap.

“Are you giving me orders, NurseJoy?”

“No, master. Forgive me.”

I kissed her.

“Listen, Joy, I will really think about buying you. But you have to give me a few days to make up my mind. And stop calling me master; I'm not your master yet.”

“I wasn't aware I called you master, sir.” She snuggled closer. “A girl can hope though.”

***