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A writing project started by myself and four people, and written by myself and two other people. Credits go to Hotaru, The Minstral Knight, Leid von Kopfshmerz, Mist of Shadows and myself for writing.
Sex and Violence are the meat and potatoes of this story. It's mostly plot driven, so it's isn't just an excuse to have sexy things going on. Reviews are of course welcome.
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A Starter. A Starting Tamer's first Pokegirl. A slave warrior given out for free to a young human man so that he could start hunting wild Pokegirls and make them his slave warriors to hunt more wild Pokegirls, and so on. That's what she was now, and it was a rather humiliating.
Granted, it wasn't too much of a step down from her previous state of life. A Drow Zee of nearly half a century old, Truffles used to be a peasant of the Glademallow Queedom, a peaceful Elf Court hidden deep in the forests. That is, until ElfQueen Glademallow herself was beheaded by her sister. The ElfQueen Napaea wasn't of a very peaceful mind, and after over three centuries of leaving the humans be, the new queen decided it was time to continue with the mission the Creator had given them all those years ago.
The Elf Court fissured at Glademallow's assassination, and though a deadly blood feud nearly broke out, Glademallow's daughters rallied those that would have died for vengeance and left in self exile. After weeks of travel far beyond the court's domain, the exiles reached a human run facility that raised Pokegirls for integration and use in human society. A Ranch the human owner named after himself.
After some negotiation, the exiled elves and kin were integrated into the Ranch's breed stock. They needed a suitable place to set up a court, and due to the proximity to the ranch, the ElfQueens deciede to join the humans completely instead of remaining wild and open to capture from any human that wanted to.
Before the end of her court, Truffles was training to become a hunter; an Elf kind that would patrol and protect the Court's borders from the animal Pokegirls that would other wise eat everyone. Truffles aspired to earn a Sun Stone and with it the privileged of evolving into an Elf, an extremely rare occurrence in the court, since only three Sun Stones remained. Because of her training in combat, archery skills tracking, the ranch owner determined that she was a suitable girl to be sent to a town and stored until she was given to a tamer as his starter.
She wasn't keen on being 'stored' away or working for a human, but she understood that being sacrificed to the human society that the court now paid service to was in her courts best interest.
She didn't like Pokeballs. While there wasn't anything uncomfortable about because her body would be in stasis, the fact that she wasn't aware of where she was or what was going meant that all she had was her own thoughts to keep her company. Mostly, it allowed her to focus on how dearly she missed the rule of her Queen.
Suddenly she had vision again, the all encompassing red flare that was the effect of re-materializing. It was time for her to meet the human that she would have to call 'Master'. Hopefully, he wouldn't change her name. She liked being called Truffles. Her mother gave her that name.
Truffles glanced around the taming room with distaste, not that it was the man’s fault. Well, He was more or less a boy, if she was being honest with herself. Although,he was probably almost as tall as her, a good six feet, two inches. Sadly, he looked like he was as nervous as if he was walking into the most important interview of his life.
The kid couldn’t be much over the minimum age required to be a tamer. Though, his purple eyes and stark white hair tended to confuse the issue. His suit, while of a business like cut, didn’t sit well on the kid‘s skinny and lanky frame, making him sort of look like a kid wearing his father’s suit for a costume party. His hair cascaded down to his shoulders in a way that gave him a little bit of a feminine cast to his features which she liked. He was sort of cute in a slightly geeky way that, all things considered, was a bit of a relief.
She smiled and decided to take the initiative, “Hi, I’m Truffles.”
The kid blinked, “Aren’t I supposed to name you?”
Truffles blinked, “No, didn’t they tell you I already had a perfectly good name? I mean you wouldn‘t like it if I called you Dick now would you?”
He blushed, “Erm my name is Richard…”
She blushed causing her tanned skin to turn darker, “Well, in that case, I guess I can call you Richie yes?”
The newbie tamer was just starting to protest when she pulled her shirt off revealing nothing but tanned flesh and nicely sized breasts beneath.
She smiled as she derailed his thoughts, “Ah good.” She reached out and guided his hands to her chest, “Left goes here and right goes on the other one, I expect a lot of kissing as well.”
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Truffles frowned, “So the only reason you’re a tamer is because you want out of the house?”
He gestured to the suit that was now lying rumpled on the back of the chair, “Mom’s idea of what a proper man should wear.”
She winced, “So how do you expect to get along as a tamer if you can’t actually hold a pokéball for more than a minute without it shorting out?”
He sighed, “No clue, but I picked the one thing I knew would piss my “pureblood” mother off.”
The Drow Zee smiled sardonically, “Okay, I’ll carry the supplies, and you just look pretty for the camera, deal?”
He grunted in resignation, “Fine.”
She thought about his Short Circuit Blood Curse and flashed a grin, “This is the start of a beautiful relationship.”
“So what’s first?”
She shrugged, “How much money do you have?”
He groaned in response.
“That bad?”
“Mom stole my allowance before I left…”
“Okay… let’s go out into the woods.” She muttered under her breath, “And see if any ferals will eat you.”
He blinked, “What?”
“I said let’s see if we can catch some ferals.” She grinned as she collected the electronic gear and walked toward the door.
Truffles mused about how to deal with her new tag along. Technically, she belonged to Richie, but it didn’t feel like it with just how permitting he was. She didn’t know whether to be pleased or disappointed. He was easy enough to fast talk, so at least it wouldn’t be too difficult to get her way. What do you know, things are looking up.
“KITTEN, the Feline Pokégirl,” spoke the cool voice of the pokédex that was peeking out of the backpack’s pocket. She glanced down at the device. She wasn’t familiar with human technology due to the environment she grew up in, but the ‘dex was easy enough to use with the assistance of the automated voice.
The passive scanning function picked up a Kitten hiding out in the underbrush about 100 meters away. Truffles didn’t need to listen to the drawl of the machine to know how to deal with the nuisance. She may not be a particularly powerful pokégirl, but she could easily enough confuse and overpower the awkward Kitten.
The only question was did she want to let Richie boy get eaten so she could return to the ranch? That might be a good excuse not to get handed out to another tamer. Oh, the little Drow Zee couldn’t even handle one little Kitten! With a black mark like that, who would want her? Then again, she might get circulated into the open market and just be kept in storage until someone was stupid enough to buy her. He or she might not be as lenient or malleable as this guy.
“Richie,” she called out in a hushed whisper. ‘Richie’ was about to protest his nickname but was shushed by his Drow Zee. “There’s a feral Kitten eyeing you up behind that brush over there,” she whispered, pointing over to the hidden cat-type. “I won’t be long.”
Truffles shrugged off her pack and disappeared into a nearby shadow. The cat-type didn’t even notice her in the shady canopy of the tree behind her. She knocked an arrow and let it fly into the sinew of her thigh. That ought to slow it down. Confident in the damage dealt, she powered up a basic, lightning based spell and let it fly. A feline yowl was heard from the distance that caused the greenhorn tamer to wince. There was a slight hum of magic in the background and another feline screech before the telltale cacophony of a pokéball making its capture.
Truffles shadow teleported behind Richard and covered his eyes with her hands. “Boo.”
The tamer let out a girlish yelp that gave her a good laugh. “Don’t worry, Sugar, I’m not going to eat you.” She leaned in and nibbled on his ear. “Of course, if you’re into that…” she trailed off before disappearing and reappearing in the shadow of the tree that she left the pack in. She winked at Richard before shouldering the pack and marching off deeper into the woods, leaving Richard slightly confused.
Hunting the other ferals went in a similar manner as the Kitten. Truffles led Richie around the woods, and either the Pokedex would detect a girl with it's passive scan, or Truffles would pick up a trail, track the feral down, and beat the crap out of it. After a few hours, the Drow Zee and her tamer strolled back into the PokeCenter with the five free Pokeballs filled with fresh captures: Two BunnyGirls, a Titmouse, a ChikenLittle, and a Cutiepie.
"Hey, Nurse. Get these girls a healing and cleaning cycles," he ordered the attendant with a smile as Truffles placed the balls on the counter.
He started to turn to say something to, but she got the feeling it was going be some sort of order, so she quickly started talking before he did. "We need to expand the team. If we sell off the ferals we caught, it should cover getting one of the nice girls from the ranch. I know a few that didn't pass the grade to become starters, but are good fighters. And which ones are pretty." She was thinking of a few of her Elf and Drow Zee friends, but also of some of the ranch girls she became friends with; some of them had expressed a desire to have a tamer, and she was confident she could convince Richard to buy one.
He blinked a bit, his mind catching up to her. "Whoa, slow down," he responded. "I'm sure those girls are great, but that Kitten should be perfectly good. With a bit of training, she'll be decent, and evolving into a Catgirl will bring her up to par."
"The ranch has some decent Catgirls, Richie. And they still have their intelligence. The Nothing hasn't take their mind and soul away, unlike the poor Kitten."
"The Nothing?"
"Sorry. I meant the girls at the ranch are not feral. This Kitten will be difficult to manage, only having the mind of a beast."
"Well, yeah. Unless I tame her."
Truffles eyes went wide at that statement. "Did you just say you would have sex with that animal?" Interloping with the wild Pokegirls was looked down upon by the elf court, it was considered a sign of an out of control libido. There wasn't any benefit to it beyond carnal pleasure.
Richard blinked again. "Uh, yeah. Grab her ball when she's healed and we'll go to a taming room."
The whole walk to the taming room, Truffles had a worried look on her face, and kept shaking her head, believing Richard to be some sort of sexual deviant. She did enjoy the show, however. But what surprised her more than anything else in her life was that after Richard had tamed the the Kitten, she noticed a very significant change in her. It wasn't just the way the feral born acted, there was also a look in her eyes of wonder and awe, like a child learning something new.
"See? Not feral anymore," Richard bragged.
Truffles glanced over the girls with a frown. She dismissed the chickenlittle out of hand. There was no way she was keeping her. One of the bunnygirls had a snout and didn’t look at all with it in the mental department. The other looked more human like with the exception of her rather cute ears. She also seemed a bit more with it mentally. After hearing the girl’s story about how her parents had been going to sell her for pokechow after she finished thresholding, she would give the girl a pass on her otherwise insane run into the woods and hide plan. Hell had it been her, she probably would have ran off as well. She flipped through the dex entry on titmice. She glanced over at where a blissful Richard was sprawled with the naked girls they had collected. “Fire stones aren’t too expensive, we could probably pick one up to use on the titmouse for a cheap fire type. It would help tide us over until we found something better.”
He nodded, “Sounds good.”
She smiled as she looked over the cute almost human looking kitten; she looked fairly young though as the pokeball had caught her she was probably legal. The girl’s bright red hair fell past her shoulders, while it looked much better after a cleaning cycle than it had, it would still need trimmed. The girl’s long legs gave her a height almost comparable to her own. She had been surprised that she was as bright eyed as she was after being fucked, normally the animal types took a bit longer and weren’t worth it, or at least that was the way the elves viewed the girls.
“Keep Fluffy, she can help keep the titmouse and cutie pie in line while I go sell the other bunnygirl and the chickenlittle. I’ll take Mizzy the kitten and get her outfitted.” She quickly returned the two girls to her balls and left.
Truffles led the kitten toward the pokecenter to take advantage of the center’s special offer of a free use of their speech T2 and their cooking T2. She smiled as the kitten opened her eyes after being processed, “I’m your alpha. You know what that is?”
Mizzy blinked, “Yes.”
Truffles grinned, “Good.”
“Do you have a name?” The kitten shook her head, “Your name is Mizzy. Now follow me. Wait, on second thought walk in front.”
The naked kitten shrugged before walking in front of her alpha, giving her alpha a perfect view of her cute tush as she walked.
Truffles walked up the girl at the desk, “I’m sorry to bother you but my master told me to sell off a bunnygirl, and a chickenlittle, who do I talk to about that?”
The nursejoy blinked, “Ah, normally the tamer does that.”
She rolled her eyes, “Yes, well he’s got the short circuit blood curse and so I have to do it, plus he’s fucking the new ferals and couldn’t be bothered, you know the type.”
The nursejoy grinned, “Yes, let me see what I can find.” She looked through the list . “I can take those off your hands.”
Truffles grinned, “Thanks.”
Richard laid there in a pile of the three remaining pokégirls. If there was one perk of the tamer gig, this was it. He let out a content sigh as the Bunnygirl snuggled into his side. She was letting out her breed name now and then as a sign of taming shock although she was the only ‘girl doing it.
Just when his pleasant aches were about to lull him to sleep, Truffles stood up from seemingly nowhere next to the bed. The startled yelp he gave roused his bed mates and gave Truffles her hourly dose off Schadenfreude.
“Sleepy?” she asked with a cheeky grin.
He leveled a scowl at her and said, “Not any more.”
“Good! In all the excitement you forgot little ol’ me.” Before he could protest, she had already pulled him out of the mass of grumbling pokégirls and set him on a more free space. “Mizzy, I think I’ll need some help holding him down.”
“Mizzy?” he started in confusion, “who’s-“ he paused when he saw his new Kitten respond and glomp onto his legs. “But I’m supposed to name-“ Richard gave up with a sigh. “ Oh never mind have your fun.”
The next morning, Truffles walked out of an electronics supply shop and met Richard who was dejectedly standing outside, not wanting to get saddled with the bill of all the things that would short circuit if he were to enter.
“Did you get it?” he asked her, not really enthused. It wasn’t like he could actually use the devices himself.
She nodded. “Yes, it’ll really help.” She pulled out the anti-capture chip to show him but yanked it back when he got to close.
He sighed as he remembered himself. “I still don’t see why you need it more than any of the others.
She raised her nose into the air. “Yes, but I am the alpha and need it to enable me to perform my duties more securely.” She didn’t add that she knew herself to be better suited for it.
Richard shrugged. “Whatever makes your job easier.” He yawned. “I still don’t see why we couldn’t have slept in.”
That comment received him an exasperated stare. “So that we can break in the newbies and catch all the good ferals while they’re still milling about.” She shook her head. “Third time I’ve told you.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, but I still don’t get the point.” He feigned pain as his Drow Zee play punched him in the shoulder. “It’s not like we won’t run into ferals anyway.”
“You’re not taking this seriously.”
“Never do anything.”
“…”
“I’ll just come along and look pretty like we discussed the other day.”
With that, Truffles’ exasperation faded and she was back to her cheeky self. It was time to see what the newbies could do.
Once they were into the forest limits, she released the other four ‘girls and looked them over. Much to her delight, the Kitten was bright and alert, taking in her surroundings and sniffing the air. The Bunny was on a similar level, though mostly curious, and the Titmouse and Cutiepie were more or less milling around. She grimaced at the sight. Those two would either need a lot of work or serve as good distractions.
Which lasted until the Titmouse and Mizzy made eye contact. The rodent type's instincts kicked at the sight of the feline type, and she froze in fear. The Kitten's own instincts kicked in at that, her muscles tensing in preparation for a pounce. The Titmouse shrank back and the Kitten made a savage grin, as silence resonated between them.
They bolted, Mizzy chasing her harem sister at the next sound. Which happened to be Truffles starting to instruct them, "Now we are- Hey! Stop that, right now!"
Oblivious to her alpha's commands and the Kitten just a hair behind, the Titmouse ran right past Fluffy unnoticed, leaped over a bush, around a tree, under a large root, bounded over a rock, zigged around another tree, jumped at a tree trunk and leap back over the bush in a flip, zagged around Fluffy who was recovering from being used as a spring board for Mizzy, and jumped for a low branch before being recalled to her ball. Mizzy followed the Titmouse the whole time, and was in mid pounce when her prey was absorbed. Confused at the lack of pray, she was unable to adjust for its disappearance, and Mizzy collided with the tree.
Merely stunned, Mizzy got back up just in time to have Truffles grab her arm and shove her against the tree. "Mizzy! This is not a time to play around. It is very important for you to listen to me for the next few moments and do what I tell you to after wards, do you understand?"
"I'm sorry. I will listen," responded Mizzy, looking at the ground in shame. Truffles released the Kitten, then proceeded to do a repeat performance with the Titmouse.
Satisfied that she now had the other girls' attention and their understanding that it was time for business, Truffles started her instructions again, "All four of you were easy to find and beat up for capture. Which means you are not sneaky enough or strong enough to help me hunt ferals. So we are going to do some training games to fix that."
She spent the next few hours gauging the other four girls abilities to come up with a suitable training regime. When she thought they were ready, she would take each one in turn to hunt ferals with her and build practical experience. She herself had spent decades becoming competent at the skills she was teaching these young girls in a much shorter time frame. But she had a few advantages now, most prominent of all was the magic Healing Cycle, which would allow her to push the girls, and herself, much harder than she could have before. She found signs of a Tigress, and capturing that girl was challenge she couldn't do alone.
The Titmouse was proving to be a problem, however. She couldn't put any heart into attacking at all, no matter how many things Truffles tried. She decided the little rodent would have to be replaced. Perhaps one of her sisters would be more suitable. After being captured and tamed, of course.
Sex and Violence are the meat and potatoes of this story. It's mostly plot driven, so it's isn't just an excuse to have sexy things going on. Reviews are of course welcome.
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A Starter. A Starting Tamer's first Pokegirl. A slave warrior given out for free to a young human man so that he could start hunting wild Pokegirls and make them his slave warriors to hunt more wild Pokegirls, and so on. That's what she was now, and it was a rather humiliating.
Granted, it wasn't too much of a step down from her previous state of life. A Drow Zee of nearly half a century old, Truffles used to be a peasant of the Glademallow Queedom, a peaceful Elf Court hidden deep in the forests. That is, until ElfQueen Glademallow herself was beheaded by her sister. The ElfQueen Napaea wasn't of a very peaceful mind, and after over three centuries of leaving the humans be, the new queen decided it was time to continue with the mission the Creator had given them all those years ago.
The Elf Court fissured at Glademallow's assassination, and though a deadly blood feud nearly broke out, Glademallow's daughters rallied those that would have died for vengeance and left in self exile. After weeks of travel far beyond the court's domain, the exiles reached a human run facility that raised Pokegirls for integration and use in human society. A Ranch the human owner named after himself.
After some negotiation, the exiled elves and kin were integrated into the Ranch's breed stock. They needed a suitable place to set up a court, and due to the proximity to the ranch, the ElfQueens deciede to join the humans completely instead of remaining wild and open to capture from any human that wanted to.
Before the end of her court, Truffles was training to become a hunter; an Elf kind that would patrol and protect the Court's borders from the animal Pokegirls that would other wise eat everyone. Truffles aspired to earn a Sun Stone and with it the privileged of evolving into an Elf, an extremely rare occurrence in the court, since only three Sun Stones remained. Because of her training in combat, archery skills tracking, the ranch owner determined that she was a suitable girl to be sent to a town and stored until she was given to a tamer as his starter.
She wasn't keen on being 'stored' away or working for a human, but she understood that being sacrificed to the human society that the court now paid service to was in her courts best interest.
She didn't like Pokeballs. While there wasn't anything uncomfortable about because her body would be in stasis, the fact that she wasn't aware of where she was or what was going meant that all she had was her own thoughts to keep her company. Mostly, it allowed her to focus on how dearly she missed the rule of her Queen.
Suddenly she had vision again, the all encompassing red flare that was the effect of re-materializing. It was time for her to meet the human that she would have to call 'Master'. Hopefully, he wouldn't change her name. She liked being called Truffles. Her mother gave her that name.
Truffles glanced around the taming room with distaste, not that it was the man’s fault. Well, He was more or less a boy, if she was being honest with herself. Although,he was probably almost as tall as her, a good six feet, two inches. Sadly, he looked like he was as nervous as if he was walking into the most important interview of his life.
The kid couldn’t be much over the minimum age required to be a tamer. Though, his purple eyes and stark white hair tended to confuse the issue. His suit, while of a business like cut, didn’t sit well on the kid‘s skinny and lanky frame, making him sort of look like a kid wearing his father’s suit for a costume party. His hair cascaded down to his shoulders in a way that gave him a little bit of a feminine cast to his features which she liked. He was sort of cute in a slightly geeky way that, all things considered, was a bit of a relief.
She smiled and decided to take the initiative, “Hi, I’m Truffles.”
The kid blinked, “Aren’t I supposed to name you?”
Truffles blinked, “No, didn’t they tell you I already had a perfectly good name? I mean you wouldn‘t like it if I called you Dick now would you?”
He blushed, “Erm my name is Richard…”
She blushed causing her tanned skin to turn darker, “Well, in that case, I guess I can call you Richie yes?”
The newbie tamer was just starting to protest when she pulled her shirt off revealing nothing but tanned flesh and nicely sized breasts beneath.
She smiled as she derailed his thoughts, “Ah good.” She reached out and guided his hands to her chest, “Left goes here and right goes on the other one, I expect a lot of kissing as well.”
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Truffles frowned, “So the only reason you’re a tamer is because you want out of the house?”
He gestured to the suit that was now lying rumpled on the back of the chair, “Mom’s idea of what a proper man should wear.”
She winced, “So how do you expect to get along as a tamer if you can’t actually hold a pokéball for more than a minute without it shorting out?”
He sighed, “No clue, but I picked the one thing I knew would piss my “pureblood” mother off.”
The Drow Zee smiled sardonically, “Okay, I’ll carry the supplies, and you just look pretty for the camera, deal?”
He grunted in resignation, “Fine.”
She thought about his Short Circuit Blood Curse and flashed a grin, “This is the start of a beautiful relationship.”
“So what’s first?”
She shrugged, “How much money do you have?”
He groaned in response.
“That bad?”
“Mom stole my allowance before I left…”
“Okay… let’s go out into the woods.” She muttered under her breath, “And see if any ferals will eat you.”
He blinked, “What?”
“I said let’s see if we can catch some ferals.” She grinned as she collected the electronic gear and walked toward the door.
Truffles mused about how to deal with her new tag along. Technically, she belonged to Richie, but it didn’t feel like it with just how permitting he was. She didn’t know whether to be pleased or disappointed. He was easy enough to fast talk, so at least it wouldn’t be too difficult to get her way. What do you know, things are looking up.
“KITTEN, the Feline Pokégirl,” spoke the cool voice of the pokédex that was peeking out of the backpack’s pocket. She glanced down at the device. She wasn’t familiar with human technology due to the environment she grew up in, but the ‘dex was easy enough to use with the assistance of the automated voice.
The passive scanning function picked up a Kitten hiding out in the underbrush about 100 meters away. Truffles didn’t need to listen to the drawl of the machine to know how to deal with the nuisance. She may not be a particularly powerful pokégirl, but she could easily enough confuse and overpower the awkward Kitten.
The only question was did she want to let Richie boy get eaten so she could return to the ranch? That might be a good excuse not to get handed out to another tamer. Oh, the little Drow Zee couldn’t even handle one little Kitten! With a black mark like that, who would want her? Then again, she might get circulated into the open market and just be kept in storage until someone was stupid enough to buy her. He or she might not be as lenient or malleable as this guy.
“Richie,” she called out in a hushed whisper. ‘Richie’ was about to protest his nickname but was shushed by his Drow Zee. “There’s a feral Kitten eyeing you up behind that brush over there,” she whispered, pointing over to the hidden cat-type. “I won’t be long.”
Truffles shrugged off her pack and disappeared into a nearby shadow. The cat-type didn’t even notice her in the shady canopy of the tree behind her. She knocked an arrow and let it fly into the sinew of her thigh. That ought to slow it down. Confident in the damage dealt, she powered up a basic, lightning based spell and let it fly. A feline yowl was heard from the distance that caused the greenhorn tamer to wince. There was a slight hum of magic in the background and another feline screech before the telltale cacophony of a pokéball making its capture.
Truffles shadow teleported behind Richard and covered his eyes with her hands. “Boo.”
The tamer let out a girlish yelp that gave her a good laugh. “Don’t worry, Sugar, I’m not going to eat you.” She leaned in and nibbled on his ear. “Of course, if you’re into that…” she trailed off before disappearing and reappearing in the shadow of the tree that she left the pack in. She winked at Richard before shouldering the pack and marching off deeper into the woods, leaving Richard slightly confused.
Hunting the other ferals went in a similar manner as the Kitten. Truffles led Richie around the woods, and either the Pokedex would detect a girl with it's passive scan, or Truffles would pick up a trail, track the feral down, and beat the crap out of it. After a few hours, the Drow Zee and her tamer strolled back into the PokeCenter with the five free Pokeballs filled with fresh captures: Two BunnyGirls, a Titmouse, a ChikenLittle, and a Cutiepie.
"Hey, Nurse. Get these girls a healing and cleaning cycles," he ordered the attendant with a smile as Truffles placed the balls on the counter.
He started to turn to say something to, but she got the feeling it was going be some sort of order, so she quickly started talking before he did. "We need to expand the team. If we sell off the ferals we caught, it should cover getting one of the nice girls from the ranch. I know a few that didn't pass the grade to become starters, but are good fighters. And which ones are pretty." She was thinking of a few of her Elf and Drow Zee friends, but also of some of the ranch girls she became friends with; some of them had expressed a desire to have a tamer, and she was confident she could convince Richard to buy one.
He blinked a bit, his mind catching up to her. "Whoa, slow down," he responded. "I'm sure those girls are great, but that Kitten should be perfectly good. With a bit of training, she'll be decent, and evolving into a Catgirl will bring her up to par."
"The ranch has some decent Catgirls, Richie. And they still have their intelligence. The Nothing hasn't take their mind and soul away, unlike the poor Kitten."
"The Nothing?"
"Sorry. I meant the girls at the ranch are not feral. This Kitten will be difficult to manage, only having the mind of a beast."
"Well, yeah. Unless I tame her."
Truffles eyes went wide at that statement. "Did you just say you would have sex with that animal?" Interloping with the wild Pokegirls was looked down upon by the elf court, it was considered a sign of an out of control libido. There wasn't any benefit to it beyond carnal pleasure.
Richard blinked again. "Uh, yeah. Grab her ball when she's healed and we'll go to a taming room."
The whole walk to the taming room, Truffles had a worried look on her face, and kept shaking her head, believing Richard to be some sort of sexual deviant. She did enjoy the show, however. But what surprised her more than anything else in her life was that after Richard had tamed the the Kitten, she noticed a very significant change in her. It wasn't just the way the feral born acted, there was also a look in her eyes of wonder and awe, like a child learning something new.
"See? Not feral anymore," Richard bragged.
Truffles glanced over the girls with a frown. She dismissed the chickenlittle out of hand. There was no way she was keeping her. One of the bunnygirls had a snout and didn’t look at all with it in the mental department. The other looked more human like with the exception of her rather cute ears. She also seemed a bit more with it mentally. After hearing the girl’s story about how her parents had been going to sell her for pokechow after she finished thresholding, she would give the girl a pass on her otherwise insane run into the woods and hide plan. Hell had it been her, she probably would have ran off as well. She flipped through the dex entry on titmice. She glanced over at where a blissful Richard was sprawled with the naked girls they had collected. “Fire stones aren’t too expensive, we could probably pick one up to use on the titmouse for a cheap fire type. It would help tide us over until we found something better.”
He nodded, “Sounds good.”
She smiled as she looked over the cute almost human looking kitten; she looked fairly young though as the pokeball had caught her she was probably legal. The girl’s bright red hair fell past her shoulders, while it looked much better after a cleaning cycle than it had, it would still need trimmed. The girl’s long legs gave her a height almost comparable to her own. She had been surprised that she was as bright eyed as she was after being fucked, normally the animal types took a bit longer and weren’t worth it, or at least that was the way the elves viewed the girls.
“Keep Fluffy, she can help keep the titmouse and cutie pie in line while I go sell the other bunnygirl and the chickenlittle. I’ll take Mizzy the kitten and get her outfitted.” She quickly returned the two girls to her balls and left.
Truffles led the kitten toward the pokecenter to take advantage of the center’s special offer of a free use of their speech T2 and their cooking T2. She smiled as the kitten opened her eyes after being processed, “I’m your alpha. You know what that is?”
Mizzy blinked, “Yes.”
Truffles grinned, “Good.”
“Do you have a name?” The kitten shook her head, “Your name is Mizzy. Now follow me. Wait, on second thought walk in front.”
The naked kitten shrugged before walking in front of her alpha, giving her alpha a perfect view of her cute tush as she walked.
Truffles walked up the girl at the desk, “I’m sorry to bother you but my master told me to sell off a bunnygirl, and a chickenlittle, who do I talk to about that?”
The nursejoy blinked, “Ah, normally the tamer does that.”
She rolled her eyes, “Yes, well he’s got the short circuit blood curse and so I have to do it, plus he’s fucking the new ferals and couldn’t be bothered, you know the type.”
The nursejoy grinned, “Yes, let me see what I can find.” She looked through the list . “I can take those off your hands.”
Truffles grinned, “Thanks.”
Richard laid there in a pile of the three remaining pokégirls. If there was one perk of the tamer gig, this was it. He let out a content sigh as the Bunnygirl snuggled into his side. She was letting out her breed name now and then as a sign of taming shock although she was the only ‘girl doing it.
Just when his pleasant aches were about to lull him to sleep, Truffles stood up from seemingly nowhere next to the bed. The startled yelp he gave roused his bed mates and gave Truffles her hourly dose off Schadenfreude.
“Sleepy?” she asked with a cheeky grin.
He leveled a scowl at her and said, “Not any more.”
“Good! In all the excitement you forgot little ol’ me.” Before he could protest, she had already pulled him out of the mass of grumbling pokégirls and set him on a more free space. “Mizzy, I think I’ll need some help holding him down.”
“Mizzy?” he started in confusion, “who’s-“ he paused when he saw his new Kitten respond and glomp onto his legs. “But I’m supposed to name-“ Richard gave up with a sigh. “ Oh never mind have your fun.”
The next morning, Truffles walked out of an electronics supply shop and met Richard who was dejectedly standing outside, not wanting to get saddled with the bill of all the things that would short circuit if he were to enter.
“Did you get it?” he asked her, not really enthused. It wasn’t like he could actually use the devices himself.
She nodded. “Yes, it’ll really help.” She pulled out the anti-capture chip to show him but yanked it back when he got to close.
He sighed as he remembered himself. “I still don’t see why you need it more than any of the others.
She raised her nose into the air. “Yes, but I am the alpha and need it to enable me to perform my duties more securely.” She didn’t add that she knew herself to be better suited for it.
Richard shrugged. “Whatever makes your job easier.” He yawned. “I still don’t see why we couldn’t have slept in.”
That comment received him an exasperated stare. “So that we can break in the newbies and catch all the good ferals while they’re still milling about.” She shook her head. “Third time I’ve told you.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, but I still don’t get the point.” He feigned pain as his Drow Zee play punched him in the shoulder. “It’s not like we won’t run into ferals anyway.”
“You’re not taking this seriously.”
“Never do anything.”
“…”
“I’ll just come along and look pretty like we discussed the other day.”
With that, Truffles’ exasperation faded and she was back to her cheeky self. It was time to see what the newbies could do.
Once they were into the forest limits, she released the other four ‘girls and looked them over. Much to her delight, the Kitten was bright and alert, taking in her surroundings and sniffing the air. The Bunny was on a similar level, though mostly curious, and the Titmouse and Cutiepie were more or less milling around. She grimaced at the sight. Those two would either need a lot of work or serve as good distractions.
Which lasted until the Titmouse and Mizzy made eye contact. The rodent type's instincts kicked at the sight of the feline type, and she froze in fear. The Kitten's own instincts kicked in at that, her muscles tensing in preparation for a pounce. The Titmouse shrank back and the Kitten made a savage grin, as silence resonated between them.
They bolted, Mizzy chasing her harem sister at the next sound. Which happened to be Truffles starting to instruct them, "Now we are- Hey! Stop that, right now!"
Oblivious to her alpha's commands and the Kitten just a hair behind, the Titmouse ran right past Fluffy unnoticed, leaped over a bush, around a tree, under a large root, bounded over a rock, zigged around another tree, jumped at a tree trunk and leap back over the bush in a flip, zagged around Fluffy who was recovering from being used as a spring board for Mizzy, and jumped for a low branch before being recalled to her ball. Mizzy followed the Titmouse the whole time, and was in mid pounce when her prey was absorbed. Confused at the lack of pray, she was unable to adjust for its disappearance, and Mizzy collided with the tree.
Merely stunned, Mizzy got back up just in time to have Truffles grab her arm and shove her against the tree. "Mizzy! This is not a time to play around. It is very important for you to listen to me for the next few moments and do what I tell you to after wards, do you understand?"
"I'm sorry. I will listen," responded Mizzy, looking at the ground in shame. Truffles released the Kitten, then proceeded to do a repeat performance with the Titmouse.
Satisfied that she now had the other girls' attention and their understanding that it was time for business, Truffles started her instructions again, "All four of you were easy to find and beat up for capture. Which means you are not sneaky enough or strong enough to help me hunt ferals. So we are going to do some training games to fix that."
She spent the next few hours gauging the other four girls abilities to come up with a suitable training regime. When she thought they were ready, she would take each one in turn to hunt ferals with her and build practical experience. She herself had spent decades becoming competent at the skills she was teaching these young girls in a much shorter time frame. But she had a few advantages now, most prominent of all was the magic Healing Cycle, which would allow her to push the girls, and herself, much harder than she could have before. She found signs of a Tigress, and capturing that girl was challenge she couldn't do alone.
The Titmouse was proving to be a problem, however. She couldn't put any heart into attacking at all, no matter how many things Truffles tried. She decided the little rodent would have to be replaced. Perhaps one of her sisters would be more suitable. After being captured and tamed, of course.