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Just 17 Weeks to Saddie Poken's Day, Marie-Annabelle kept thinking to herself. Just 17 Weeks to Saddie Poken's Day. It was another one of those moments in her life as a Pokegirl she was torn between breaking into tears and attacking her Tamer. She was assigned to stay in the camp and guard her tamer while the others patrolled and warded off ferals, while he he enjoyed his latest addition to his harem.

Nearly four months ago, Marie-Annabelle, or Mabby to her friends, was a happy human girl trying to make it through the school year without a care in the world. Her painful transformation into a Pokegirl, Thresholding, was not unexpected, since her mother was a Amachoke, so the blow of losing her humanity wasn't the traumatizing event it would have been to other girls. Her mother was also ecstatic when Mabby's height dramatically increased and the pains in Mabby's chest became the growth of another pair of arms. At the end of the ordeal, Marie-Annabelle was over eight feet tall, had a stunningly well toned yet shapely build, and four functional human arms.

By thresholding directly into the final evolution of the Amachoke, the Amachamp, Mabby would be an expensive Pokegirl to acquire, which meant that wealthier humans would buy her, whom usually treated their investments very well. Much to her dismay, however, she was purchased by a Tamer, whose obnoxiously rich father was far too generous to his young heirs. She was the property of Hank Zapfo, or as he ordered his girls to call him, Master Hunky, a handsome young man, but a total sleaze ball, with little respect for Pokegirls of any kind.

His first order to her was to never make a sound, unless he ordered it. Then he ordered her never to wear clothing, unless they were in a town that required it. Even then, the clothing her provided was little more than some triangles and string, which she could easily break if she moved incorrectly or tried to flex certain muscles.. He also only fed her traveling rations, Pokechow, or occasionally random fruits they came across. She was never satisfied whit how much she was given, and knew she needed more to sustain her powerful body.

Six weeks ago, Hank was notified that his father died of a heart attack. Hank then inherited his mother, a Mynx he barely considered important, that he traded in for a CardCaptor. He never introduced the girl to the rest of his harem, he just kept her in her Pokeball, letting her out only to service him several time a day, and to eat a ration of Pokechow. Physically in stasis while in her ball, the poor girl was accumulating sweat and ejaculate from the man, looking like a sticky dirty whore from a bukake porn film, except with the body of a school girl. The girl had long stopped crying every time Hank let her out for this.

And Mabby had to endure watching the young man do this ever since he started his "art project", as he called it. Being an Amachamp, she was the strongest, most powerful and evolved girl of Hank's, and he deserved the best protection possible. She was always ordered to keep an eye on him. Which meant watching every thing he did to make sure no-one interrupted. Everyone except her Alpha, the DarkElf Hank had everyone call Grandma Pie.

Who, as luck would have it, had just walked back into the camp, along with a pale, black haired girl wearing a leather jacket and pants. Mabby like the dark skinned woman, whom always walked with an calming aura of confidence when Hank wasn't watching. "Hand Job," she addressed Mabby, using the name Hank told everyone to use. "I need to speak with you. Spud will watch our Hunky Master," she ordered with perfectly feigned happiness in her voice. Her expression was completely serious, however. Mabby smiled weakly back. She was getting a break from this.

"You can't talk to her here? I know she wants to keep watching," Hank teased Mabby. He was too busy focusing on the CardCaptor's face he was abusing to see Mabby's repulsed expression.

The DarkElf gave Mabby a sympathetic look as she replied to her Tamer, "And so would I, Master Hunky. But it is very important that she pays attention, so we can't have your big brawny cum hose distracting us. Don't worry. Spud can scream if she sees anything that scares her."

"Bitch," the Domina retorted playfully.

"All right," agreed their tamer. "I'm still a ways off, so if you hurry it up, you can watch me cum on this little cumslut."

"Oh, we won't be long," responded the Dark Elf, leading the Amachamp across to the far side of the clearing, well out of earshot. "I swear, that brat gets more repulsive every day. I'm surprised his last harem didn't leave him to the ferals or something."

Mabby dropped to her knees. It was exhausting, watching the man do that. "I want this to end, Veluna" she said, addressing her friend by her chosen name while tears welled up. "I hate this, watching him to that to that girl." The DarkElf stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the Amachamp's head, shushing softly. "You know she's a thresholder? Izzy got a hold of the dex and read her bio. She wasn't even a Cardy for a day before he bought her."

"It's all right. You won't have to do this for much longer. Stay strong." the DarkElf said softly.

"Still not adjusting, Baby?" came a haughty soprano voice from behind a tree.

"Now, now, Mini-top. This is her first Tamer, and it's rotten luck that she go one like him."

"We'll we're stuck with him too," the rabbit type said, "Suck it up, wait for Saddie Poken's, and hope he sells you to a ranch before then." She then walked out from behind the tree, straight up to Veluna before planting her fists on her wide hips, just above her waiting battle knives. She scowled up at the taller Pokegirl. "And where have you been for the past two days, Alpha? I know you haven't been guarding the camp against ferals."

"That's because they're aren't any ferals to guard against," retorted Veluna, still cradling Mabby's head. The Mini-top snorted in disbelief. "I went exploring, and I understand where Macavity sent us."

The Mini-top grunted, "Still going along with this Typhona shit?"

"It was Macavity," responded Mabby, more composed. "She introduced herself as her, Hank said she looked like her, the dex said she was her, and I'm still scared she's gonna come out of the woods and smack me with another exploding clown!"

It happened four days ago. She was trudging through the woods behind Hank, keeping an eye out for ferals, when they stumbled upon some sort fo feline Pokegirl, carrying a large metal object composed of many coppery and silvery tubes and wires. She had introduced herself as the Legendary Cleric of Chaos, and Hank ordered Mabby to beat he up for capturing. Mabby charged in, apologizing profusely for attacking a legendary, who responded with several magical attacks that would have been comical if they weren't so painful. Then, the mighty feline Pokegirl jumped high into the air pointed the device she carried at the ground between Hank and Mabby. There was a white flash, and Mabby found herself waking up on her back, completely unharmed, and unfortunately, Hank a few steps away in a similar condition. The rest of the harem had been in their Pokeballs at the time, on Hank's belt.

Veluna raised her hand for silence. "It doesn't matter whether it was Macavity or not, or how much we've been displaced. I've been in small town nearby, looking things up at the library. Knowing where we are, I've decided not to put up with our crappy tamer anymore. The question is whether I can count on you to join me on this, or... not."

Mabby was more stunned at this proclamation than anything, and it was apparent by her stuttering that the Mini-top was as well. "S-s-seriously? You want to dump your tamer? Right now?" Veluna nodded. "In the woods?" Veluna nodded again. "What league are we in that would let you even think you would get away with that?"

"We're not in a league. We're not even anywhere near a place close to a league."

"Some un-n-kown place on the Dark Continent? S-sexmet's or Bastit's preserve?" the Mini-top asked.

"Three strikes, you're out," Veluna replied. "No more questioning. I've got things in motion so that we can rid our lives of Master Hunky. No more taming cycles. No more watching him tame each of us, or that poor girl over there. No more stupid names. No more salvage battles. No more battles at all, unless you want to."

"I'm in. I don't care what it is. I'm in." Mabby replied.

"Woah! Don't just jump the band wagon. It might be heading for a Widow's cunt." the Mini-top protested. Veluna looked at her seriously. "Look maybe things suck for you, but I know how to handle a tamer like him, so I don't have it so bad. Fuck, I'm the only one that doesn't have a degrading name. I can stick with him until Saddie Pokens." Veluna snorted, barely able to contain her giggles. "What's so funny, pointy ears?"

"Mabby, dear," Veluna replied, trying not to lose composer, "you tell her."

"Well, you don't have it so bad because he thinks having you around is a chore. So he has you do stuff away from him."

"I'm useful, so he keeps me busy."

"And your name, it's also a joke name he thinks is funny. Just like the rest of us."

"He calls me Surf, cause I'm a water type. Yeah, it's a dumb name, but it's not like yours, Hand Job." Veluna was clutching her stomach, tears welling up in her eyes. Mabby didn't think it was funny, but then, Veluna had these moments with the rabbit type Pokegirl.

"Surfing is a sport where you use a board to glide across huge waves of water. He calls you Surf because you're as flat as a Surfboard, not because you evolved from a BeachBunny."

The Mini-top's face contorted into a snarl, her teeth bared. "Is Izzy in on this?" she asked, looking over at the Domina, who was trying her hardest to do Mabby's earlier job.

"Yes, and Kat as well," responded Veluma.

"Count me in too, then," she said, taking a step towards her tamer. Veluna stepped in front of the Mini-top. "You said he's done as our tamer. What's it matter what I do to him next?"

"He needs to be alive."

"I'm not gonna kill him."

"Just leave him alone. When the police come, surrender."

"Police?" the Mini-top asked, surprised.

Right then, several dozen people in blue uniforms and black body armor came out into the clearing. The held rifles none of them recognized, pointed and ready. The masked men and woman shouted at them to hold their hands in the air and not to make any movements. Veluna constantly encouraged the Mini-top to obey, as they bound her arms behind her back and took her knives away.

Mabby watched as across the clearing, Hank was busy screaming and cursing at his harem to kill the people trying to apprehend him. She was especially happy when he began struggling and trying to hit the uniformed people, and the officers took out sticks to beat him into submission with.

She snapped to attention to those around her when one of the men yelled at her. "I said, arms behind your back!" That's when she noticed several of the officers around her were clinging to her arms, trying to bring them down.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I didn't notice what you said." They let go of her and stepped back, whispering to each other. She put all of her hands behind her back. "Like this?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah. Like that." one of them said, as he approached her back and bound her wrists in some plastic ties. She knew she could break them easily, but Veluna promised that things would go better from there, so she went along. She could see Veluna herself talking to one of the masked officers, smiling, despite having her arms behind her back as well.

Amachamp: Hand Job (Marie-Annabelle or "Mabby")
Kitten: Pussy (Katrina or "Kat")
CardCaptor: Sparecunt
Dark Elf: Grandma Pie (Veluna)
Domina: Spud (Izolda or "Izzy")
Mini-top: Surf
 
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