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Chapter List
- 1-Happy Anniversary
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Happy Anniversary

By: bsmart (a.k.a. Tiek Mo
Shet)

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 adult-fanfiction.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. Also no one that I
know of has done anything with the Orange League so I�m making it up as I go
along.

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A
small smile crept onto Mark's lips as he locked the door and gave it a tug.
'Another day another million dollars,' he thought as the smile turned into a
smirk. 'Too bad none of it was mine.' Satisfied that the simplest of his bank's
defenses was secure he reached over and pulled out the scissors grate that
would cover the bank's thick lexan doors. 'It won't stop a charging pokegirl,'
he thought, 'but it'll keep out all but the most determined ones.' After
latching down the grate he gave the three centimeter thick bars a kick with his
shoe and headed home, ready to enjoy a little exercise and the cool night air
on his twenty minute walk home.

As
he walked the same route he always did Mark thought about his life, a good one
by his estimation. He came from a good family that all stayed in touch, he'd
gone to a good school and made good grades. He'd met a wonderful girl there who
against all odds, reason, and sanity had agreed to marry him. Things had been
tight starting off but they both made it through college, her with a degree in
architecture, him with a business degree. Mei had found an excellent job
designing new commercial towers and he had found slightly less wonderful employment
with one of the largest bank chains in the Orange League. Initially Mark had
hated his job, being an assistant manager meant he'd wound up with every crap
job, taking every unwanted shift, and just in general doing everything that no
one else wanted to do and to top it off he'd never wanted to work in a bank,
he'd wanted to work in an investment firm. Still the job wasn't all bad, it had
its perks. To a one all the regular tellers at the bank were pokegirls farmed
out by their owners to earn a little extra money during the day. Catgirls and
Titmice mostly, they were good hard workers who gave the senior tellers and him
few problems. Even on the worst day in the bank he could always look up and see
one of their cheerful faces. Eventually he'd learned to enjoy the job, getting
to meet people and help them with their problems, watching a proud new father
open up a savings account for his child so that they'd have a nest egg to start
out with, helping a young couple buy their first home, it was all very rewarding
in its own way. Then at the age of twenty five he became one of the youngest
branch managers in the company passing over the two other assistant managers in
the branch for the promotion when the time had come. There had been some
initial resentment but within a few months they had both been transferred out.
Now two years later things couldn't be going better, for the most part.

Right
after getting his promotion Mei had declared that she had wanted to start a
family, she had insisted that it wouldn't interfere with her job and that with
his considerable raise it really wouldn't matter even if it did. Mark had
protested a bit, arguing that he needed time to get settled in the job before
they started to make plans and that they would need a bigger apartment if they
wanted a family but as usual when Mei got her mind set on something she
wouldn't relent, and had already started an end run on him. She let him sputter
out his objections before she held up and empty foil pill card declaring that
her birth control had already run out a week before and she hadn't renewed the prescription
and a sheaf of papers informing him that she had already started to transfer
their lease to one of the big apartments several floors up, and that the
deadline to renew the lease on this apartment had passed. With her green eyes
blazing and her long black hair tossed off to one side in her 'I mean business'
look Mark had known he'd been set up and after a few moments of the nastiest
scowl he could muster he finally cracked, giving her a lopsided grin and
agreeing. They signed the lease to the tenth floor apartment the next day,
moved in that weekend, and immediately started to try and have a baby.

Four
months and a lot of sex later they finally went to see her doctor. The prognosis
wasn't unexpected but it was hard to hear none the less, while most normal
human women still had trouble conceiving thanks to the Red Plague it was only
that, trouble, but a good percentage, something like thirty percent were still
sterile. Mei had been caught off guard because every one of her aunts, sisters,
grandmothers and everyone else in her family tree had been able to have
children and normally the sterility was prevalent in the family tree. They
asked the obvious questions wanting to know what could be done but the doctor
had delivered the news they knew was coming. Mei's eggs were useless and even
if they got a donor egg from a member of her family or elsewhere her womb would
never support it. The next couple of months had not been good.

Looking
back on that dark time two years later Mark couldn't help but feel that it had
been inevitable, both Mei and his lives had been charmed since before the met,
good families, good homes, good everything. The biggest problems they had faced
in their lives and marriage would have barely rated as major annoyances with
most people. Mark couldn't shake the feeling that they had been due, due for
some trouble, due for something to not go their way, just due for some heart
ache.

Six
months after their prognosis thing were almost back to normal, they were making
love again, laughing again, and their lives were much like they had been before
but now Mei got choked up around kids and trips to visit their families usually
resulted in Mei crying when they got home. Of course they had signed up for
adoption but the odds were stacked against them, less then one percent of the
people who signed up ever saw a child of any age, there just weren't that many
unwanted children floating around. Even if it was futile it seemed to help Mei,
Mark suspected that doing something, even a futile something helped her, it
gave her some hope even if she knew it was a false one. Things were better now
though, less crying, more fun, he suspected that Mei had adjusted to the idea
of never having children, he had though it still pained him.

Mark
saw his apartment building approaching and he put those thoughts away. There
were some things in life that you just had to accept and move on; getting
choked up about it would only ruin the night. Their well to do life style had
earned them a few perks like the electric elevator Mark was riding to their
tenth floor apartment. The apartment itself was in Mark's words, comfortable.
Where as he found items that he liked and then kept them forever, his easy
chair had lasted through four years of college and another four of marriage,
Mei preferred to keep up with the current style and when she got bored with a
piece of furniture, which took about a year, she wanted to replace it. In its
own way Mark thought it was a perfect example of how they balanced each other,
he kept her from spending every dime they made on new things while she kept him
from turning the place into a rats nest.

When
he unlocked the door and stepped inside he could hear the sizzle of food in
their kitchen and a sweet and salty smell filled the air, apparently Mei had
worked at home today. When she had first decided that it was time for them to
get pregnant Mei had informed her boss that they'd be trying and that it would
be a good idea to let her work from home so that the impending pregnancy
wouldn't interfere with her job and apparently her boss had agreed. Of course
nothing came of their attempts to get pregnant but her boss had let her keep
working from home, she didn't every day but usually at least twice a week she
did. It was always a surprise to Mark because he was usually up and gone to
work before she even got out of bed, he was an early riser but given the
opportunity she wouldn't be awake before noon if she could help it.

"Something
smells good," Mark called out as he tossed his briefcase and jacket onto
the couch.

"I
should hope so," his wife called out from the kitchen somehow making her
sweet happy voice sound annoyed.

Mark
followed his nose and his ears to the source of the enticing aromas and he
paused at the door way into the kitchen. Even if she was twenty six his wife
didn't look a day over twenty and she was still every bit as beautiful as the
day he'd met her almost nine years ago. The Orange League was a melting pot and
after three centuries of intermingling bloodlines there were few people left
who would fit into any of the old races comfortably, Mei's family was one of
the few exceptions, either by luck or design they all still had a strong Asian
influence in their genes. Mark wasn't particularly tall, maybe a couple of
centimeters over average but Mei was a good fifteen shorter then he was and
even though she wasn't rail thin like a pokegirl she was far from chubby. With
the dimples in her cheeks and a constant smile on that accentuated them Mei was
one of the most nonthreatening people he knew, but it didn't stop her from
getting her what she wanted. A swish of her just over shoulder length glossy
black hair or a quick bat of her big green eyes and she'd turn any man's spine
to jelly and coupled with an almost unnatural ability to read people Mei was
used to having her way. She was dressed in her typical home work clothes, a
little white tank top that was shear and tight enough to reveal that she hadn't
bothered with a bra and a pair of white with red trim boy-shorts panties that
were cut to make them look to small on her leaving the bottom of her cute
little ass exposed but still looking innocent with the line of little hearts
running across one small globe.

"Stir
fry?"

Mei
gave the wok she was cooking in a shake and stirred the unseen contents.
"Yep, and if you're done molesting me with your eyes could you set the
table you perv?"

"Sure
thing."

In
passing he gave her bottom a playful swat and she giggled, sticking it out a
bit and asking him to "Do it again," he obliged and set the table.

Later
that night while he was relaxing in his chair watching TV while Mei flipped
through one of the high class gossip rags she insisted on buying Mark smiled,
'Yes, life is good.'

"So
how was your day?" Mei asked.

"Not
bad."

"But
not good?"

"Yeah,
the corporate office decided to start this campaign, something about the bank
being open to anyone and that every customer should feel free to talk to the
manager if they wanted."

"Oh
no," Mei muttered.

"It
gets better, the girls sent every single person who had the slightest problem
over to see me."

"Well
did you tell them to stop?"

"Of
course I did but they kept doing it."

"Well
did you put your foot down about it?"

"I
tried but they didn't listen."

"You're
the manager, they have to listen."

Mark
sighed, "You'd think so."

"I
don't get it; you have no problem bossing your human employees around what's so
difficult about telling a bunch of pokegirls what to do?"

"I
don't know, I just...we pay them maybe half of what we'd pay a human to do that
job and they're just so sweet. They don't mean anything by it, I don't
think."

"You're
too nice to them you've got to be tough, lay down the law." Mei doubted it
would work; her husband had a soft spot in his heart for the pokegirls that
worked at his branch.

"Well
I tried but I can't peg who's doing it, and I can't ask the customers who sent
them over or it gives the wrong impression."

"So
just tell them all to stop doing it and if it doesn't stop you'll dock them a
days pay."

"Honey
honestly, do you know how much of a pain that would be, first the paper work to
do it, then having to deal with a bunch of pissed off owners, and getting the
girls in trouble with their masters?"

"You
wouldn't actually have to do it, they don't want their owners mad at them any
more then you do, they'll back down, trust me."

"Alright,
I'll try."

They
lapsed back into silence for a while before Mei said offhand, "Our
anniversary is coming up in a week."

"I
haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten once in the last nine years."

Mei
keeping perusing her magazine. "I know, but..."

"But
what?" he asked with a smile.

"You're
a guy and guys are well, stupid."

"Good
point, so is there reason for this abuse?"

"No
I just wanted to remind you of our anniversary and that you're mentally deficient
compared to me."

"Oh
yeah, that." Cute she could be but she was also a tease.

"You
know what else that means right?"

"Oh
right, that." One of the simplifications of their life was that most of
the important dates in it fell close together, in this case right on top of one
another. Exactly one year to the day after their first date they gave their
virginities to each other, another year and they got married. It had also
resulted in one of the little traditions they had that was both wonderful and
torture at the same time. "A little warning would have been nice."

"Oh
hush, you knew this was coming."

"Honey
come on, you can't do this to me."

"What,
you don't want me to be ready for our day?"

Mark
groaned inwardly and outwardly. In a way it was his own fault, prior to their
first time together he hadn't "relieved" himself for a week before
hand though not on purpose. Consequently the first dose of him she'd ever received
had been huge, though the tight little dress she'd worn all night prior to that
event certainly hadn't helped. A year later she was to blame as she cut him off
for a week prior to their wedding, and to his surprise their first time as
husband and wife had been identical to their first time period. Both of them
had a more then healthy love of sex and the longest time they'd been apart
prior to their wedding had been three days, to their surprise and delight Mei
had been as tight as a virgin again though she wasn't loose the rest of the
time by any interpretation of the word. In a burst of inspiration they had
finished up like they had the first time even though Mei was on the pill now
and like the first time she wound up with more then she could swallow and had
gotten her face and pretty little tits painted as a result. Since then it had
become a tradition, one week before their anniversary they kept their hands to
themselves, nothing went into Mei and nothing came out of him, it was pure
torture for Mark and he was sure it was for Mei as well who tended to initiate
it as much as he did but the reward was worth it. That didn't stop him from
trying for one last roll before his week of enforced abstinence.

Mei
rolled her eyes at her husband's pathetic attempt to make sad little Puppygirl
eyes at her, he'd never learned how to do it properly and she doubted he could
make a Bunnygirl feel sorry for him. Of course she had planned to get some
tonight anyways she detested having to keep her hands off him for a week almost
as much as he did. "You're pathetic; maybe I should count this against
your present and take something back."

Again
the puppygirl eyes and Mei almost laughed at him but she kept it down. Her
husband was a handsome man but he just looked stupid when he did that. Average
height, brown hair, in good shape, one noticeable scar running down his left
bicep, she supposed he was fairly average as men went but he was a hunk to her,
and it wasn't really his looks that attracted her to him anyways. Mark was absolutely
devoted to her, even when they had just been dating he had kept focused on her,
never talking about other girls, pokegirls, or even so much flirting with a
waitress that had been fawning all over him, he'd showered her with gifts,
nothing extravagant just little cards and gifts, the occasional flower. He was
the sweetest man she knew and in a world where most men�s attitudes towards
women were Neolithic at best that was saying something. Her normally reserved
and judgmental parents who had never liked a single boy she'd brought home had
absolutely fallen in love with him the first time they met him and that had
been the moment that she knew she would marry him, it had taken another sixteen
months but it happened eventually and she still loved him no matter what, which
is why she had something very special planned for this anniversary.

"Fine,
I suppose I should or else you'll jump one of those Kittens at the bank and
slake your lusts with her willing body." This time she didn't suppress the
giggling fit that rose up when she saw the color drain out of his face.
"Oh get over it; you know I know you wouldn't do that. Now get over here
and fuck your wife."

He
did just that.

*******************

'Why
in the hell did he have to bring her in with him,' Mark fumed as he smiled at
the tamer sitting right across his desk from him. The kid, Mark thought of all
of them as kids even though this one was twenty three and starting to think
about retirement, had done well for himself and he was looking for a secure
place to stash his profits for a year or two until he retired so that he'd have
something to start a life with. The problem was that he'd brought in his alpha
with him. Mark couldn't peg her type down exactly but she was some sort of Youma
or the like and the only clothes covering her were a too small loin cloth.
Every other part of her perfectly shaped and proportioned body was exposed and
she was enjoying the attention it brought, taking every opportunity to draw
attention to her considerable mammary assets.

A
week without getting to touch his wife was almost too much for Mark, he was
used to getting to play with her honey skinned body, to touch her, to please
her, to hear her moan on a regular basis and not getting any of that for a week
was about to drive him up a wall. He considered offering the tamer an
"accounting error," in exchange for half an hour with his demongirl
but that thought died under the withering barrage of his faithfulness to his
wife and his professional decorum. "Here you go," he said with a
smile as he handed a packet of forms over to the tamer, "all the details
about your accounts as well as the terms and conditions are in here. You can
make a deposit or withdrawal at any of our branches."

The
tamer smiled and put the papers into his pack. "Thanks a lot, you probably
won't see me for a year or two but I'll be back, I plan on settling down
here."

"We'll
be happy to have you as a customer."

The
tamer nodded his assent and called his pokegirl to follow him out of the bank.
The demongirl gave Mark one last satisfied smirk and a shimmy that made all the
good looking bits of her body jiggle and followed after her master. He watched
them leave and wondered why the girl bothered with the loin cloth at all, it
only served to draw attention to how little it actually covered which it dawned
on him was the point.

With
a heavy heart he looked at the clock on the wall and saw that he still had
three hours till quitting time, although only two more with customers, after
that it was only him and a few other employees and the pokegirls, who
thankfully were completely covered up as per the bank's dress code. Not that it
really mattered; he was in for another couple of hours of torture when he got
home. If things went as planned Mei would be waiting for him ready to go to
dinner. Like every time she'd be wearing one of those high collared,
sleeveless, far too short and skin tight dresses so loved so much. Her silky
hair would be up in a bun with a pair of needles through it holding it up. Her
delicious little legs would be nice and bare and perfectly shaped in a pair of high
heels. Of course she wouldn't be wearing anything under the dress lest a line
show. Everything would be just like the first time and it was all he could do
not to bolt out the door right now and run home.

Mei
hummed happily as she got ready for her husband to come home, she'd needed the
day off to get everything ready for tonight though she'd spent most of the day
getting his presents. His outfit was already laid out on the bed so the only
thing he'd have to do when he got home was change, they had an early
reservation and she didn't want to be late, they'd want every minute tonight.

When
the last customer finally left the branch Mark couldn't help himself.
"Finally!" he shouted as he locked the doors behind them. All that
was left to do was balance the tills and a little book keeping. Walking back
towards the tellers the told them, "Come on girls, be quick about it, I'll
give all of you a bonus if you can get this done quick ok?"

"What's
the hurry boss man?" One of the Bunnygirl's who worked the counter asked.

"Don't
worry about it just hurry up." The girl frowned at his uncharacteristic impatience
until her neighbor leaned over and started to whisper something into her big
white ear. After a moment the girl's eyes got big and she blushed and another
moment later she started to smirk.

"Ok
boss, I'll hurry," she said with a knowing smile.

Forty
five minutes later Mark was able to lock up. He'd get home a little early but
knowing Mei she'd already be ready to go. The elevator ride up to their floor
drug on forever, the usually speedy travel reduced to never fraying crawl as it
creaked and groaned making little headway. As he fumbled with the lock on their
door he wondered if Mei had gotten it changed just to frustrate him until he
finally managed to get the door open.

There
she was sitting in his chair dressed just the way he'd imagined. This year her
dress was red, and so were the shoes though the things on her feet barely
deserved that label, leather sole, a
four centimeter spike at the heel and one or two pieces of thin red leather
laced back and forth across her feet. Her legs were crossed demurely in front
of her and a wine glass half full of dark red liquid say in her hand. She
regarded him with tight lipped smile like she knew a little secret for a moment
and took a sip from the glass. Mark stood transfixed as the rich red wine first
slipped between her plush red lips and then down her throat, the muscles
rippling ever so slightly beneath her gorgeous copper skin. "Hi
baby," she purred, "how was work?"

With
the way she was dressed and the smoky purr of her voice Mei's normal greeting
was transformed from an innocent greeting into an obscene invitation to carnal
pleasure and Mark quickly closed the door.

"Oh,
you don't want to talk? I'm hurt," she said with a pout.

"It
was...uhmmm good."

"Oh
well, I suppose I can forgive you this time." Mark took a step towards her
and Mei grinned evilly, she adored the lustful look in his eyes an contrary to
what she said the fact that she had reduced her normally erudite husband to a
blithering idiot because of the way she looked was an incredible turn on, she
wondered if the strong wine would even be necessary. "Uh uh uhhhh, not
yet. Your clothes are on the bed so go get changed we have a reservation at
six." Mark quivered a little as he turned towards their bedroom. "Oh
and stay out of the office." Mark just nodded and did as he was told.
"Don't worry, it will be worth it," she said before whispering to
herself, "You have no idea how worth it." Moving quickly and with
purpose she strode into the kitchen. Opening up one of her cooking books she
located the small note she'd tucked inside it earlier in the day and pulled it
out. A quick scan confirmed that everything was in order and she put the note
on the counter under a pile of bills, one bright pink corner poking out,
inconspicuous if you weren't looking for it, obvious if you were. Satisfied
that everything was in order she went back into the living room to wait for her
husband.

Mark
was surprised at the restaurant Mei drug him too, the place was new enough that
he'd never heard of it and for their to be a line of people waiting outside
hoping that someone with a reservation wouldn't show and they'd get inside. The
Amazon-chan that had pulled their rickshaw dropped them off at the front door
and Mark noticed quite a few appreciative glances cast his wife's way as they
got out. The front of the restaurant was unassuming, a simple sign and some
curtained windows, if not for the crowd outside it would have been any other
hole in the wall place in the city. After paying their ride they walked up to
the podium set up outside and Mei confirmed their reservation, they were let
right in under the envious glances of the crowd.

The
host led them inside and took them too their table and for the first time that
night Mark's curiosity started to overwhelm his lust. The interior of the
restaurant was dim, most of the light was leaking out of the booths that filled
the place. Rather then have tables in the middle of the place and booths lining
the walls whoever had designed the place had put in nothing but booths, and
strange ones at that. Each of them was completely enclosed and about three
meters wide if the spacing of the entries was any clue and each of the entries
was covered with a curtain. The booth was high enough that even if you stood up
in it he doubted that you'd be able to see over the top and they were all
placed on raised platforms a good half meter above the walk space between them.
He didn't see a waiter or waitress anywhere. "What is this place?" he
asked.

"Just
be patient," Mei told him.

The
host led them to one of the back corner booths and pulled the curtain aside for
them. Mark helped his wife up the steps and then followed her inside. He was
surprised to find that there was no booth in the space, instead a low table sat
in the middle of it with wide soft cushions all around it, a bottle of wine sat
on the table along with two glasses. "I see that you've made special
arrangements for tonight so unless you need me to explain the rules..."

"Rules?"
Mark asked.

"No
thank you," Mei said.

The
host smiled knowingly. "In that case your server should be along in a
moment with your meal, enjoy,� and he left pulling a small curtain across the
entrance.

"What
was that about?" Mark asked as Mei sat down, folding her legs out to one
side and leaning on a pile of pillows while he crossed his legs and sat down
across from her.

"Don't
worry about, now pour me a glass of wine and relax. It's my turn to surprise
you this year."

While
relaxing was out of reach for Mark he still tried to appear at ease and he
filled up a fine glass goblet with the red wine. When it was her turn Mei went
out of her way to ensure that they had a good and interesting time. So far this
night was making a play for the top spot.

The
curtain rustled and a dainty knock echoed off the frame of the doorway. �And
here it is,� Mei said happily. �Come in.�

Mark
hadn�t really known what to expect but the pokegirl that stepped into the booth
wasn�t it. A light coating of blue fur covered the majority of her body with a
thick patch of white across her chest and the insides of her thighs. Dark blue
stripes the same color as the mound of normal hair atop her head streaked her
flanks and the long thick tail that hung behind her. Her big yellow cat slitted
eyes were scrunched up a bit by the soft smile on her face and her feet were
larger then he expected and ended in animalistic paws. Mark knew enough about
pokegirls to realize that she wasn�t a cat type because her long pointed ears
were in the same place as a normal human�s. The girl was wearing a diaphanous
white robe that came down to mid thigh on her and she was carrying a tray piled
high with food. All kinds of fruit and meat were piled high on the tray, some
steaming on plates others chilled in ice. Sauces and dips filled a dozen tiny
bowls and after the girl set the tray on the low table a set of purple arms
handed her a bucket with two bottles in which went on the table as well. Once
everything had been set in place the girl knelt down at the head of the table
and adjusted her robe.

�Hello,
my name is Anka,� she said aiming her comments at Mark. �Your wife arranged
this evening so please sit back and relax, feel free to ask me for anything.�

�Ummm��
Mark started but his wife just grinned as she took another sip from her wine
glass and Anka shrugged the robe off of her shoulders. Just like that things
had gone from a romantic anniversary dinner with his wife to an erotic
spectacle with a naked pokegirl sitting half a meter from him while his wife
just smiled at him. If all the blood hadn�t been rushing somewhere else then
his brain Mark might have been able to process his wife�s smile and realize
that she had set all this up giving him tacit permission to look, but his blood
was else where and Mark was sure that he was blowing the night. He was equally
sure that he didn�t want to look away from the pokegirl�s solid body.

The
contrast between the pokegirl and his wife was startling, Mei was lean and
smooth while the pokegirl was thicker and more muscular, Mei�s breasts were a
handful but how anyone could deal with even half of the blue pokegirl�s
considerable boobage. �Your wife picked me out specifically; she said you would
enjoy me.�

Mei
nodded slyly towards her husband. �Anka, what breed are you?�

�Shaguar
ma�am. Would you like me to freshen up your drink?�

�Please.�

The
naked girl fetched the open bottle of wine off the table and gingerly refilled
the small bit that Mei had been able to drink in the last three minutes. Her
task complete the girl set the bottle back down within easy reach and returned
to kneeling.

�Go
on, eat up. You�re letting the food get cold, and warm,� Mei encouraged him.

Mark
looked at the platter of food and then down at his plate and a problem
presented itself. �I don�t have any silverware.�

�Anka,
an orange for my sweet please.�

�Yes
ma�am.� The pokegirl gingerly picked the appropriate piece of fruit out of one
of the chilled bowls and brought it to Mark�s lips and waited for him to open
up.

�Hurry
up,� Mei insisted. �I�m hungry too.�

Mark
opened his mouth and the Shaguar popped it in.

�An
apple dear,� Mei instructed and Mark got to watch the beautiful pokegirl feed
his wife an apple wedge though the girl put her fingers into Mei�s mouth and
his gorgeous wife made a show of not letting them go easily.

It
took a few more morsels before Mark felt comfortable enough to start asking for
food himself. �A grape please.�

�Yes
sir.�

Mei�s
face lit up. �I was wondering when you�d get into it. Do you like it?�

While
Anka held onto a cherry stem while Mei bit off the plump fruit Mark considered
his words carefully. By this time his balls were very noticeably aching and
Mark was worried that the smallest misspoken word would result in him having to
waste the prodigious load he�d been forced to save up. �It�s nice.�

Mei
pouted cutely. �Awww, after all the trouble I went too, finding this place,
picking Anka out, planning all this and it�s just nice?�

�Well
I mean I like it.�

�I
think poor little Anka is going to feel hurt by that.�

�I
guess I like it a lot.�

�You
guess? Hmmph. Anka, why don�t you give my sweetie one of those oranges, in the
house special sauce.�

Mark
thought he saw Anka smile as she reached for another piece of fruit but this
time she didn�t bring it to his lips. Instead the blue and white pokegirl
spread her knees wide. Her smile was obvious now as she made sure she had
Mark�s attention and then she slid her fruit free hand down her chest ruffling
the white fur. She moaned as one digit tickled her belly button along the way;
Mark kept expecting her to stop but she didn�t and soon her hand was between
her legs, and then she spread her fingers. Mark was transfixed as the hand that
had a piece of fruit in it disappeared between her legs as well, and the she
started pumping. Once, twice, five times, eight times the hand with the orange
slice in it slid between her legs, with each insertion she moaned a little, and
then she stopped, and offered the fruit to Mark.

Numbly
he let Anka put the piece of fruit in his mouth and chewed. The citrusy taste
of the fruit was overlaid by a new musky tang. With each spurt of juice Mark
grew more confident as Mei watched him happily.

�An
apple dear, a special one.� Mark stared at his wife barely able to believe what
he had just heard. The blue pokegirl didn�t hesitate though and after dipping a
piece of apple in her �special sauce� Anka offered the morsel to his wife. �No
hands.� Mark wondered if he�d died and gone to heaven when Anka put the apple
in her mouth and then leaned in close to Mei. Honey colored skin met blue and
white fur in a faux kiss that threatened to waste Mark�s savings right there.
The Shaguar put a hand on his wife�s tanned leg to steady herself and didn�t
remove it when she pulled back.

�Now
how about some wine.�

�Yes
ma�am,� Anka replied but instead of reaching for the glass she slipped hand
down to her crotch and pumped hard for a few strokes and then pulled out her
dripping digits. Picking up the wine goblet Anka smeared her sodden fingers
around the rim and offered it up to Mei. Her delicate throat gulped as she
drank deeply from the wine before brushing it away with a finger on Anka�s arm.
Mei�s small tongue slipped out from between her ruby red lips and gathered up
every remaining trace of the fermented beverage and pokegirl juice.

�What�s
the matter sweetheart? I thought you liked this restaurant a lot.�

�I�I
do.�

�Oh!
I forgot to tell you the name of this place, silly me. You know; I saw the name
and after what you call me all the time��

�Honey,
because of your skin,� Mark stuttered.

�Exactly,
and it�s sweet by the way. Well I saw their restaurant and I just HAD to eat
here.� Mei snatched up a piece of food herself and rather then have Anka feed
her Mei�s hand dipped down between the fuzz covered thighs and helped herself
to Anka�s special sauce. She made a show of chewing the morsel lustily. �It�s
called The Honey Pot,� she said impishly and their pokegirl dipping station
giggled with her.

************************

Mark
wasn�t sure how he�d made it through dinner without grabbing Mei and fucking
her right there in the restaurant but he had. It had taken more then two hours
to finish off each and every piece of food on the platter but their waitresses
had never run short on sauce. When they hustled out of the restaurant the sun
was already setting. The rickshaw ride home was both agonizingly long and far
too short as Mark and Mei necked in the seat like a pair of horny teenagers.
When they finally made it home Mark paid the giggling, purple haired driver
while Mei fumbled with her keys.

They
spilled out of the elevator in rush, Mei kept trying to knock her husband�s amorous
hands away while getting the door to their apartment open.

�Come
on babe, I�ve been waiting for you all week,� Mark goaded her.

�Just
five more minutes and it�ll be worth it,� she slapped his chest, �now back off
horn dog.�

Mei
slipped into their bedroom and left Mark standing in the hallway fidgeting.
Mark was beside himself with lust as he stood there waiting. He loved his wife
but at the moment his feelings had nothing to do with love, he had been teased
all night long and he hadn�t gotten any in a week. He needed some relief right
now and on the other side of the door his gorgeous little Asian bride was
probably ripping off her clothes and getting ready to reenact their first time.

Mark
shook off his coat and tie and cast them both off towards the living room not
particularly caring if they made it or not. His shoes and shirt followed and
finally he was able to get rid of his pants as well. He considered getting rid
of the last of his clothes but he left his boxers on, Mei would want to get rid
of those herself.

After
what seemed to be an eternity but was really more like three minutes he heard
Mei call out, �Come on in sweetie,� and he did so. Mark managed to get the door
open and step inside before the contents of the room registered on him, and he
froze.

�What�s
the matter,� Mei asked. �Don�t you like your presents?�

**************************

Mei
waited until she heard the door close behind Mark as he left for work before
she hopped out of bed; she had a lot to do today and not a lot of time to do it
in. Her office wasn't expecting her in, she'd told them yesterday that she was
taking a personal day and they hadn't questioned it since it was her
anniversary. She cut her usual morning routine short, skipping her shower and
only grabbing a simple bite to eat before throwing on a pair of shorts and a
t-shirt. She would beautify herself for tonight later.

After
leaving the apartment building it was only a few blocks to the bank. Mei
occasionally felt bad about keeping the money she'd saved up over the last two
years in a bank other than her husbands but she couldn't risk him finding out
about it. Knowing that she was going to be pulling it all out today and closing
the account made her feel a little better. As the teller counted out stacks of
hundred credit bills it amazed Mei just how much money she'd managed to save
up. Ten credits here from groceries, five from lunch there, claiming to have
spent twenty more then she really had on some art knick knack to liven up the
apartment, over time it added up and bless his heart Mark was too dense to ever
notice, of course skimming better then half off the top of her last three
bonuses had helped a lot.

"...and
nine, ten makes a thousand," the teller said happily as she collected the
bills up. "Here you are twenty nine thousand eight hundred and fifty five
credits. I'm sorry to see you closing your account with us."

"Well
I was just saving this up for something special."

"I
hope it's worth it," the blue haired pokegirl said.

"It
will be," Mei said the small smile.

After
leaving the bank finding a rickshaw to take her to the ranch was simple, in the
middle of downtown the pokegirl drawn carts were easy to spot. At one point in
time the ranch had been on the outskirts of the city, barely even part of it,
now the ranch was in the middle of a commercial district and had gone from
acres of open fields to a walled in compound that was maybe a hundred or a
hundred and twenty meters on a side. After paying the pokegirl Mei quickly
headed inside, the owner had told her he had what she wanted but he wasn't
willing to hold onto all of them and she wasn't willing to pick without seeing
them first.

Once
she was inside and the receptionist confirmed her appointment the little Bimbo
fetched the owner of the ranch. Taking her into a spacious office the rancher
offered her something to drink while they waited but she declined, everything
he offered had alcohol in it and she wanted a clear head for this.

"I
couldn't help but notice your ring, is this going to be a present for yourself or
your husband? Maybe both?"

Mei
wasn't in the mood to talk to the man but given that she was going to have to
pay him a considerable sum of money shortly motivated her. "Both actually,
though mostly for him, some help around the house for me."

"Oh!
I wish you'd said something about that then the three I've got in the age range
you specified are all retired fighters, not really domestic material."

"No
that's all right, I can teach her. The age is more important."

"Well
to be honest I don't have many people in here looking for girls this old, do
you mind if I ask why? I can cut you a good deal on a much younger girl better
suited to being a pet."

"No
thank you."

A
knock at the door saved Mei from whatever attempt the rancher was going to make
at convincing her to buy a younger and no doubt more costly pokegirl.

"Ah
here we are," the rancher said as he opened the door and motioned the
girls outside to come on in. Obviously he conducted a lot of sales in his
office because one wall had been set up in a manner that reminded Mei of a
ballet studio. The entire wall was one large floor to ceiling mirror and a bar
ran the length of it at a bit above waist height, off to one side a small but
well made twin bed sat and Mei idly wondered if it was for the customer's
benefit or his.

The
three girls that were led into the room fit Mei's only requirement, twenty
seven or older but not pokewomen. She discounted the first girl immediately,
tall and thin and with two giant feather covered wings sprouting from her back.
Her face was a mixture of human and bird and she knew that Mark wouldn't go for
her, she'd spent the last two years observing his reactions to different
pokegirls and it was the human looking ones that always got the biggest
reaction out of him. The second girl was out of the running immediately for
exactly the opposite reason, she was too human, in fact if Mei hadn't been
sitting in a ranch trying to decide which of these girls to buy she never would
have known she was a pokegirl. A little taller then Mei the girl in a gi shared
almost every facial feature with her, almond shaped eyes, a small nose, long
black hair; all of them were keeping Mei from choosing her. While she didn't
have the rather, in her thoughts, stupid prejudiced against pokegirls that many
human women had Mei didn't want a girl around the house that could pass herself
off as human, she wanted the pokegirls to obviously be pokegirls. The third
though, the third was absolutely perfect and Mei was out of her seat and making
a bee line for her before the rancher could close the door. Some kind of
cat-type the pokegirl was a very little bit shorter then Mei, her long dark red
hair was pulled back and braided into a ponytaurtail that Mei could see in the
mirror behind her. Steel gray ears perked up out of the red locks and her
similarly colored tail swished behind her.

Mei
knew she was being too obviously eager as she looked the girl over but she knew
she had hit the jackpot, this was the girl. A few faint scars marred the girl's
otherwise flawless skin; one wide one across her left bicep was relatively new,
still pink and hairless. Mei wondered if that scar was the reason she was at
the ranch waiting for a new owner. Though she looked almost perfectly human a
few spots of fur still stood out, on her sides just above her hips gray streaks
started and disappeared into the long baggy shorts she was wearing and another
pair twisted around her calves and biceps, the one being broken up by the new
scar. Desiring to be thorough Mei order the girl to turn around and she did
revealing a strip off fur on her lower back that descended into her pants and
Mei assumed it met up with her tail, still she wanted to make sure that the
girl was perfect.

"If
you want to you can have her strip, you can even try her out if you want to,
I'll give you some privacy if you want."

By
now the catgirl was again facing Mei. "No thank you, but I do need her to
strip."

With
a disinterest Mei attributed to her likely being subjected to this many times
in her life the catgirl peeled off the light gray tank top she had been wearing
and Mei felt a spike a jealousy despite knowing where this all would lead. Even
at twenty seven the Catgirl�s cute little B-cups sat up high and proud on her
chest with a shape that would have made the sculptors of the old world weep at
their perfection. Mei outgunned the pokegirl in terms of size and regular
exercise had kept everything in the proper position but hers had more in common
with two grape fruit halves then the pokegirl's perfect tear drops. "Go
on."

Like
it was a regular occurrence to be asked to disrobe in a room with two other
pokegirls and a pair of humans the girl grabbed the sides of her shorts and
pulled, the baggy pants slid off her hips easily and puddled on the floor. The
bands of fur that ran down her flanks stayed on the sides of her thighs until
they came to a point right above her knee. A faint scar or two caught Mei's eye
as she examined the girl's flat belly but the overall effect of them was
actually pleasing, the slight imperfections made her genetically engineered
body a little more real, more human. "You shave?"

"No
ma'am, just the way I am."

The
Catgirl�s smoky purr brought a smile to Mei's face, the feline inflection and
the hint of an accent from another league fit her appearance perfectly.
"Turn around."

Obediently
the catgirl did as Mei bade and turned to face the mirror. Mei gave her a bit
of a smile when the Catgirl�s eyes caught hers in the mirror as she turned but
it died when she saw the rancher in it grinning like an idiot. 'He's going to
kill me on price,' Mei thought as she moved the girl's braid aside. Underneath
the rich red hair a peak of gray fun stabbed down towards her should blades
ending just after her neck but picking up again in the small of her back
confirming that the bit of fur peaking over the girl's shorts did join up with
her tail. "Alright, put your clothes back on."

"You
two can go," the rancher said as Mei sat down again. The two pokegirls
that she hadn't paid attention to left, both of them looking slightly
disappointed. "Well then, I take it Tasha meets your expectations?"

"What
breed is she?"

"Catgirl,
feral at one point but she's house broken enough that you'd never know she
wasn't a domestic. Only reason she could compete really." Mei caught a
flash of very negative emotion on the girl's face for an instant but it disappeared
quickly. "She broke her arm bad in her last bout so her tamer retired her
but she's good and healed now. So, is she everything you want?"

Mei
knew she'd most likely already blown it by how quickly she'd made for the girl
but she wasn't going to give this man the satisfaction of caving right away
like he probably expected her too. "She'll do."

"Well
then why don't we talk about price, for her it would be about twelve thousand
and I can give you a five year plan with a very good percentage rate."

Mei
had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing in the rancher's face, twelve
thousand for an entry level pokegirl about to go through her second puberty
bordered on the insane. She expected the rancher to try to take advantage of
her desire for an older pokegirl and her obvious interest but she didn't expect
him to think she was stupid. "Six, in cash."

"I
can give you a discount for paying in cash but six won't even cover my expenses
in nursing her back to health." He was lying through his teeth of course,
he'd only given her tamer a thousand for her and he'd only been taking care of
her for three weeks, three would have covered everything and made him a tidy
profit. "Ten thousand."

"Seven,
and stop trying to con me her scar is still fresh," Mei said coldly.

The
rancher's jovial expression fell off like the mask it was. "Eight five and
that's it."

Mei
opened her purse and pulled out several small stacks of bills and laid them on
the desk in front of her. "Eight or I walk right now.

The
rancher put on a show of reluctantly accepting but he was making a tidy profit
from the exchange and he was glad to be rid of the pokegirl, it wasn't easy to
unload girls that close to their second puberty.

Mei
reclined in the rickshaw's seat leaning back to keep the cart's awning between
her and the sun. "So, your name is Tasha?"

"Natasha
ma'am."

"Hmmm,
I rather like Tasha myself. What's your preference?"

"You
can call me what you wish ma'am."

Mei
wondered about the Catgirl�s acquiescence but passed it off as new owner
jitters. She was tempted to tell the girl to address her as mistress but
decided to let Mark make that decision. Tasha wasn't paying her much attention;
seemingly more interested in the passing landscape then making conversation and
that was when the full measure of what she had planned hit. Up until now it had
all just been an idea, ferreted away money that she had kept a close eye on but
little else, late nights up reading books that she kept hidden from her husband
and the occasional teasing comment about him taking liberties with the tellers
at his bank; not any more. She was now sitting next to the pokegirl who she'd
be sharing her husband with for the next gods knew how many years and they were
both on the way to pick up another girl. For a moment doubt reigned in her
mind, she wondered what the hell she had been thinking and she almost turned
the rickshaw around to take the girl back but she stopped herself. If she ever
wanted to have a baby this girl was her one shot. It made her heart ache to
think that she'd never feel a little life growing in her, never get to do the
one thing with Mark that she longed to more than anything else in the world but
at the same time she wanted to raise Mark's children, their children, even if
they didn't come from her.

Her
depression and fear swung to mirth with a speed that would have stunned someone
else as she pondered the absurdity of what she was doing, picking a girl to
breed with her husband, still stranger things had happened, just not in their
house. Mei stifled the giggle she felt coming up as thoughts of her husband
reminded her that he had yet to sign off on this scheme, which is why she had
come to this apartment building.

Mei
had learned while they were dating that Mark had no spine when it came to her,
but his debating skills were unmatched, she sometimes wondered why he wasn't a
lawyer. If she had brought this up to him two years ago she was sure that he
would have talked her out of it, the same way he had talked her out of so many
things and while she normally trusted his judgment she wasn't interested in his
logic in regards to this, she wanted a baby. So in the same way she always got
what she wanted she simply went behind his back and did it, only once there was
no turning back would she present him with it, a fiat acompli and he would
cave.

Presenting
him with Tasha might work, it would almost certainly work, but she needed to be
absolutely certain that he wouldn't turn her down, hopefully this would do it.

Like
every parent with a girl Josh Gibson had approached his daughter's puberty with
fear, although his was tinged with resignation. His pokewoman Faith was a
purebred Bunnygirl, as far as he could tell there hadn't been a human in her
family tree in more than three centuries and pokegirls were as common as humans
in his. Of course the line the experts fed the general public said that the
proportion of pokegirls in a family's history in no way influenced the chance
of a girl thresholding he had known from the instant the doctor had proudly
announced, "It's a girl!" that Constance would threshold, it was only
a matter of when. Of course he treated her like his little girl, loved her, did
all the things father's do with their little girls but he always knew what was
going to happen and when she turned thirteen he started to prepare. After Constance he'd made sure that he wouldn't bear any more children and it had
worked but that had left him without a solution to the problem that he would
have preferred. He had no sons to entrust her too and while he'd heard of some
fathers keeping their thresholded daughters he knew he could never look at her
that way. His search for a good and decent owner for her had proved fruitless,
even though several of the larger placement firms were happy to take his money
and look for a good owner it always came back to the same problem; Constance wasn't a pokegirl yet and there was no absolute guarantee she would be.
So he'd sat on the waiting lists for the last two years waiting for the
inevitable to start, checking the listings once or twice a week to keep an eye
on good candidates to take his daughter but of course it had started at the
worst possible time.

John
hadn't seen a decent potential tamer for his daughter in weeks the Friday night
she started to threshold and it had scared the hell out of him. He was a wreck
for the entire weekend and Faith had practically thrown him out the front door
Monday morning telling him that he wasn't helping. Work had been intolerable,
every second dragging on into an eternity until Mei had noticed him. At first
he tried to brush off her concerns claiming that he'd just had a long night and
was tired but as usual when Mei got an idea in her head she was relentless and
soon he had just unloaded on her, telling her everything while trying to keep
his eyes dry to preserve some shred of his dignity. Mei's silence when his
story was over worried him but then she had asked something he hadn't expected.

"What
if Mark and I take her?"

Everyone
in the office knew that Mei and Mark had no pokegirls and had never had them so
to suddenly hear her asking about his daughter caught him completely off guard
but then he started to think about it. They were good people, nice people, well
to do people and even better he knew both of them, he wouldn't be shipping her
off to the other side of the league, she'd be three miles away! That had led to
them hammering things out, drawing up the papers and finally to Mei and Tasha
knocking on the Gibson's door this Friday morning.

The
tall Bunnygirl who answered the door greeted Mei with a smile. "You must
be Mei."

"And
you must be Faith, John's told me a lot about you."

"Not
too much I hope," she said knowingly.

Mei
was surprised how well mother and daughter seemed to take their good byes after
Faith introduced Mei and Natasha, no tears no sniffles just a warm hug and an
admonishment to behave herself with her new master and mistress. In contrast Constance's father was obviously falling apart even though he tried to hide it.
Ultimately it was Constance who did most of the comforting and reassuring and
in the end Mei stepped in to assure him that he could still see her all he had
to do was call. It felt strange taking ownership of her coworker's daughter so
she could take the girl home for the express purpose of handing her over to her
husband to use as a sex pet but she pushed those thoughts out of her mind as
she walked down the stairs behind Natasha and Constance.

Finding
the little Bunnygirl had been a stroke of good fortune that had only reinforced
Mei's commitment to her plan. She had saved up so much money because the type
of girl she had wanted wouldn't be cheap. She had figured that her plan would
be fool proof if in addition to a pokegirl who was almost ready to breed she
brought in another one just for Mark, an adorable little piece of fluff that
was built to fuck and a long way from becoming a pokewoman. She had figured
she'd need a good twenty thousand because adorable little pieces of fluff who
were built to fuck weren't cheap. The younger and closer to Threshold or their
first puberty they were the more expensive pokegirls got, even a common
Titmouse could set you back thirteen or fourteen grand if she was young enough.
A girl as uncommon as Constance would be even more valuable. After two years spent
pouring over pokegirl listings Mei could estimate how much a girl was worth and
Constance was worth a fortune. Her youth was a factor of
course, at fifteen she was about as young as you could get, fourteen year olds
came up occasionally but they rarely lasted a day in a ranch or on the market,
there were also the assurances her parents had offered that Constance had never
had any intimate contact with a man or a woman, the kicker though was her fur.

Bunnygirls
were common pokegirls, even in the Orange League where there was no such thing
as common. They were usually of average height although their long ears gave
the illusion that they taller than they were, they had a slim build and usually
had C to D cup breasts, and they were beautiful in a cute way, not in the
sultry way of catgirls or heart wrenchingly gorgeous way of a Bimbo. Fairly
typical for pokegirls. Constance had two things that set her apart from the usual
though, the ears that sprouted up out of the thick golden curls atop her head
didn't stand straight up, they drooped back and out a little giving her a
mournful appearance that clashed with the girl happily humming as she skipped
down the stairs. Her ears were also black, jet black, not the normal white of a
bunnygirl or even the less common brown, jet black fur. Mei felt an urge to
stop Constance and lift the back of her little sundress up to confirm what she
suspected, that the girl's little puffball tail was black too but she held off.
Two rare traits for a Bunnygirl all in one adorable, untouched, barely legal
package. If anyone sold Constance right now Mei suspected that they could easily get
thirty maybe forty thousand for her, and Mei thought she'd be worth every cent.

Mei
wasn't particularly tall or short but she had a centimeter or so on Natasha and
three or even four on Constance. Her little blue sundress flounced up and down as
she hopped down the stairs contrasting nicely with her bright blonde hair and
dark ears, the very image of an innocent little pokekit. Mark didn't stand a
chance, not with Constance. The poor man hadn't had any relief in nearly a week
and she planned to spend the night tormenting him incessantly. After that
they'd come home and that would be it she thought with a smile. For an instant
she hoped that he would be smart enough to realize how thoroughly she had
entrapped him but that thought paled in comparison to her hopes that she'd get
to play this out to the end.

"Should
I signal for a rickshaw ma'am?" Natasha asked as they descended the final
flight of stairs.

"Now,
we'll walk to our next destination." They had a few more accessories to
pick up before she was ready to return home. The day was pleasant like most
were in Queenstown. This part of the Orange League was far enough north to
enjoy mild summers but avoid the scorching winters of the islands closer to the
equator. As they walked Mei's curiosity about her new pets prompted her to ask
them about how they'd wound up here.

Constance had looked like she was about to burst half way through the question
and she easily beat Natasha to answer it. "Oh! Oh! Can I pleeeease!"

"Of
course."

"Thank
you Mei!...I mean Mistress." Constance had seemed
genuinely abashed at what she thought to be a slip and it took a moment for her
to compose herself. A moment in which Mei noticed several sets of eyes watching
her walk down the side walk with her pokegirls; some were filled with approval,
some envy, and most lust. Mei smiled a little bigger and held her head up a
little straighter.

"Go
on."

"Well
I've always wanted to be a pokegirl..."

Mei
and Natasha both stopped dead in their tracks to stare at the Bunnygirl.
"What?" they both said.

Constance realized they had stopped and she hopped up, spinning around to face
them. "Well...yeah," she said with a bit of trepidation in her big
blue eyes.

Mei
started walking again and her two pokegirls followed suit. "Why would you
want to be a pokegirl?"

Constance positively melted, getting a dreamy look in her eyes as she started to
gush. "It was my mom, she is just soooo beautiful. Did you see her?! She
is just so pretty and sexy. My daddy always treated her sooo nice and sweet. He
is always telling her how pretty she is and how nice she is. He was always
petting her and loving her and kissing her, I knew I wanted that to be me!
Hehe, when I was little I used to wonder why I didn't have big cute ears like
my mommy but then she told me that only Bunnygirls had them and that I was a
little human not a pokekit. She explained how things worked to me and I just
knew that I was going to grow up to be a pokegirl some day." The sugary
sweet look disappeared and Constance looked very intense, like she was trying to convince
them of something, "I don't mean I just hoped or wanted to be a pokegirl,
I knew it, I knew I was going to be a pokegirl one day," the sugary
happiness coated her again, "and I couldn't wait! I made my mommy teach me
all the important things like how to cook and sew and clean. How to be nice and
respectful to my Master or Mistress." Constance suddenly grabbed Mei's hands in hers as they walked and she begged,
"Please don't be mad at me Mistress; I'm sorry I called you by your name.
It won't ever happen again, I promise, I'll be a good pokegirl for you I really
will!"

"Did
your mother teach you...everything?" Natasha asked.

The
meaning was apparently no more lost on Constance than it was on Mei. The Bunnygirl's cheeks turned bright red as she
whispered, "Well...not everything...I mean she taught me some things when
I started to Threshold..." Her face careened back to sweet and excited,
"Oh I was so happy! I mean it hurt and I was sick for a couple of days but
I knew that when it was over I was going to be beautiful Bunnygirl just like my
mommy and it happened just like I knew it would!" She grabbed the ends of
her long black and pink ears and pulled them around showing them off to Natasha
and her Mistress, "See! Just like my mommy! Well mostly, mine don't stick
up, but she said that made me even prettier! She told me that would make my
Master really proud," she clamped a hand over her mouth and stared big eyed
at Mei, "I mean Mistress, I'm sorry!"

"Constance it's fine, you'll have a Master too; in fact you're a present for
him."

Against
all odds the thought of being a present seemed to thrill the little bunny to no
end, "I'm gonna be a present?!" she squealed drawing curious glances
from other pedestrians. "Like with a bow and ribbon and everything?!"

'Now
that's an idea,' Mei thought. "Yes, with a bow and a ribbon and
everything."

Constance's face froze in concern, "What about Natasha?"

Mei
grinned. "She's my present." Constance giggled at this. "Now back to you."

"Oh!
What was I saying...oh yeah! Mommy taught me a few things but she said that it
would be better if I didn't know that much, she said that it would make me
cuter to my new owners and that I should learn what they like first." Mei
nodded at this. "But she gave me a book and told me not to open it until I
had been with my owners for a while."

"Can
I see it?" Mei asked.

"Well
I guess...since it's your book now but could I maybe please have it back when
you're done?"

"Of
course."

Constance swung her pink backpack off her shoulders and rummaged around inside it
almost walking into a street sign in the process until she pulled out a small
leather book and handed it over to Mei. Immediately Mei opened it up and
started to leaf through it. The book had apparently started off as three separate
books, a journal, an extremely explicit and well illustrated sex book, and then
another journal. The last journal seemed to be an account of Faith's thoughts
on sex, positions, toys, ideas, what her husband liked, how he liked it, what
she liked, what she didn't. Flipping back to the front journal Mei found more
of Faith's writing but this time it was a diary and a small note slipped out of
the front. Stopping by an alley Mei unfolded it to read, "Dear Constance,
you should know how very proud I am of you, you've blossomed from an adorable
human child into a beautiful pokegirl. As I write this you are asleep in the
next room eagerly awaiting your new owner's arrival tomorrow. Your father has
told me that they will be good people and I trust his judgment the way I always
have. I am giving you these three books to help you with your new life, the
first is a diary I have been keeping since you were born, the second should be
a boon to your curiosity and perhaps even your masters, it has some good
information about your new body that you will need to know. The last is a
little more personal, I have been keeping it since the day you are born as
well, and it is a journal detailing my own thoughts on taming. Always know that
I love you and I am proud of you. Now be a good little pokegirl and obey your
masters. Love, your Mother."

Mei
felt a bit of revulsion at her intrusion into what should have been a private
moment between mother and daughter and she quickly stuffed the note back into
the book and handed it back to Constance. "You keep that safe."

"Yes
Mistress." And they started walking again. "What about Natasha?"

Unlike
her new packmate Natasha wasn't gushing about her past, in fact the Catgirl was
almost clinical in the way she dissected her history. "My first tamer was
an idiot..."

Constance gasped.

"...well
he was. He thought that because I was feral he could use me to fight in the unevolved
segment of the fighting circuit, a year after capturing me he threw me in.
People, stupid people think that all you have to do in that league is throw in
a feral, they think it's a stupid side show, it isn't. When you aren't evolved
you don't get to zip around flinging energy blasts at each other. You have to
get in close, you have to beat your opponent into submission and the girls who
fight in that league are some of the strongest members of their type around, I
never had a prayer. I was still half feral and I lost my first match, badly,
and my tamer lost me. My new tamer was smarter," there was a glimmer of
respect in her eye as she talked about the man. "He told me that strength
was nothing without intellect, he finished taming me, getting rid of the last
few feral traits I still had. His girls taught me how to fight, how to grow stronger
without evolving. When my new tamer finally put me in the ring two years later
I was ready, I won, and I kept on winning. I lost once in a while but not
enough to matter, for five years I won matches for my tamer, then I lost. She
didn't look that tough, not really, and I almost won, but I got cocky. I could
have ended it with a blow but instead I took a second to gloat, she broke my
arm for it. Shattered it; drove the bone right out the skin." She turned
her right arm over to show them the fresh scar there.

"Ewwww,"
Constance groaned.

"Yes,"
Natasha said with a grin, "very ewww. I lost, of course, and I was fucked
up."

"Oh!"
Constance said but she slapped her hands over her mouth.

"It
shouldn't have surprised me, I'd seen him get rid of other girls without a
second thought, and I guess I was just arrogant to think he wouldn't do it to
me, but he did. He dumped me at that ranch on the way through town, didn't even
let me out of my ball, just dumped me."

"Awwww,
Nat..."

"Tasha,"
the redheaded Catgirl declared.

"Natasha?"
Constance echoed.

"No,
either Natasha or Tasha, I hate Nat. Anyways...he dumped me. Now I'm
here."

"I
suppose you're not looking forward to being a pet then?" Mei asked.

"I
don't know, having a place to stay where you don't have to catch your food or
eat rations, air conditioning all the time, and the possibility of getting
tamed by a man once in a while, it doesn't sound so bad."

Constance frowned, "Was your tamer a girl?"

"No,
guy."

"And
he didn't tame you?" The shock was evident on the Bunnygirl's face.

"No."

"Why
not?!"

"I
think he was delta bonded to his alpha, the rest of us girls had to keep each
other tame, he only tamed us himself if we did particularly well in a
match."

"That's
just not right," Constance declared with righteous indignation. "That's
what a tamer is supposed to do, tame his pokegirls! If my tamer never tamed me
I...I...I'd run away!"

"Well
now, I suppose I'll have to get good locks for the doors."

Mei's
humorless declaration horrified Constance, she had
just stepped way outside the line, "Mistress I'm sorry! I'd never run away
I just...I mean...I'm SORRY! I'd never run away, I'll be a good pokegirl for
you I promise!"

Mei
wanted to laugh at Constance but she kept it in check, the young pokegirl didn't
need to hear her laughing, she needed her Mistress to calm her down. The word Mistress
echoed pleasantly in her head as she told Constance, "I know. You just got carried away; it wasn't fair of Natasha's
last owner to never tame her. Don't worry though; I'll make sure my husband
tames both of you, a lot." Even spoken without any real meaning, just
words to comfort Constance, they still triggered a thought in Mei's head, one
she'd not acknowledged until now. She wanted to watch Mark tame both of these
girls, she wanted to watch him kneel behind Natasha on the bed and grab her
braid and fuck the Catgirl until she howled. She wanted to watch him pour his
seed into the pokewoman. She wanted to watch Mark make her his and she wanted
to watch Mark's child, their child grow in her belly. She wanted to watch him please her while she
carried their child. Oh how he'd tower over Constance, he'd look huge, looming
over her, his big masculine body hanging over the top of the helpless little
Bunnygirl, she wanted to watch...no she wanted to hold Constance while Mark
dominated her, laid claim to her. She wanted to be there when her husband
deflowered this little virgin, oh she wanted to see it. She needed, way down
deep in her panties needed to watch Constance struggle to swallow Mark's
manhood and when she couldn't she wanted to show her how and then let the
pokegirl do it until he blew his load. There was no way her little mouth would
be able to hold it all, she'd have to pull off and then he'd paint her sweet
little face white. She wanted to see it so badly that she almost walked into a
newspaper box.

"Thank
you Mistress, I hope he tames me soon, it's been five days since I Thresholded
and I'm feeling kind of funny."

"You
get used to it eventually," Natasha assured her. "Where are we going
anyways?"

Mei
pointed to the frosted windows of high priced boutique. "There."

*******************

And
now surveying things Mei counted every credit she'd spent in that shop as well
used. The look on Mark�s face was priceless he had no idea what to say or how
to react. She could sympathize though; it had taken her a moment to absorb
everything when she had entered the room. Natasha and Constance had followed
her directions exactly. Candles were scattered all over the room along with the
bundles of flowers that they had bought. A bottle of wine that they had bought
earlier sat in a bucket of ice; Mei could just make out the �Recovery +� emblem
on the side of the label. The bed had been made with a new set of silk sheets
and an assortment of toys they had bought were piled on her bedside table, hand
cuffs, lube, dildos and a half dozen other things they had purchased but the
most stunning thing in the room had been her two new pokegirls.

The
boutique they had gone in had taken hours to comb through but when they had
left Mei had known she�d found the perfect things for the girls to wear. Constance was a vision of pure innocent sexiness in the white babydoll shift Mei
had bought for her and with the little white bows at the bases of her ears. A
thin black choker clung to her neck while a small golden charm dangled from the
middle of her newly pierced left ear. In contrast Natasha was dripping raw
sensuality. Her skimpy red lace panties and bra covered little but it was the
bright red ribbon that was wrapped around her gray tail that Mei was proud of.
She was wearing a choker just like Constance and Mei
had embellished it with a big golden bell the size of a plum. Two smaller bells
were attached to another strip of ribbon tied around the tip of her tail. Constance�s earlier enthusiasm had prompted the final embellishment on the two girls;
a bright red bow nestled in between their breasts.

Mei
finally got moving again, her husband was waiting on the other side of the door
and if she kept him waiting much longer she expected him to chew through the
wall. She smiled at the girls and moved to change into the lingerie the two
pokegirls had laid out for her, so far the two of them were exceeding her
expectations.

And
now Mark was dealing with the same sight. His wife he had expected, the
pokegirls, well he had no idea what in the hell was going on. �Mei�wha�?�

Mei
slid off the side of the bed and started to strut towards him. Like every year
she was wearing something very close to what she had worn the first time they
had been together. Bright green stockings came up to the middle of her thighs
and a garter belt of the same color held them up. The only other piece of
clothing on her was a matching half cup bra that pushed her beautiful tits up
and together but nothing else. Her hair was still piled on top of her head with
the needles holding it in place; the bright flash of her red lips finished the
look. �I want a baby Mark.�

�I
we�what?�

�I
want a baby Mark, your baby. I don�t want to adopt somebody else�s. I took us
off the adoption lists a year ago.�

�But
we��

Mei
was close enough to shush her husband with a finger on his lips. �I know,
nothing�s changed.� Mei�s arms slid around Mark�s waist and she slipped behind
him. �I�ve been planning this for two years sweetie. I want your babies, and
Natasha over there is how I�m going to get them. She�s the one with the bells.�
Natasha twitched her tail jingling the bells on her tail.

�I
don�t understand.�

�Natasha
is only a couple of years away from her second puberty. Does that help?�

�You
want me too�?�

�Get
her pregnant, yes.� Mark didn�t make a sound but Mei knew exactly what was
going on. In a world full of pokegirls their marriage was an anomaly. Nine
years of marriage and the only people they had ever slept with were each other,
they had never given voice to their commitment it had always just been
understood. Now for the first time in ever there were two girls in their bed,
neither of which was her. �Mark, I want this, more than anything else in my
life I want this.�

�Mei
I don�t know��

�Of
course you don�t but I want this so by default I want you to have her.� By now
Mei knew that her husband�s hormones were starting to fight their way back, the
shock of the two girl�s appearance had temporarily dulled his lust but by now
it would be clamoring for attention again. �I want to watch you with her,� She
leaned in as close as she could to his ear, �I want to watch you knock her up,
I want to watch you child grow in her belly. I want to watch you fuck her while
her belly�s nice and round.� Mei smiled evilly when she felt Mark shudder in
her arms. No one would have guess it but back when they were trying for their
own baby she had seen how excited Mark had been by the image of her belly
growing with his baby inside. She suspected that it was more of a male
territorial thing and she was happy to be proven right.

�What
about the uh, the bunny?�

Mei
poked her head around the side of her husband and watched Constance beam at the attention. �Oh Constance? Well since
Natasha is really a present for me I thought it would be selfish not to get
something for you.� She slid around beside Mark and smiled, Constance would be the one to seal the deal with her husband. �You remember Josh
and Faith right? Constance is their daughter and she just went through
threshold.�

Mark
tried to disguise his interest with concern but it failed to fool Mei. �So
she�s how old?�

�Fifteen,�
Mei said enunciating every letter. She got close to her husband�s ear and
whispered, �and she�s Never. Been. Touched.�

Mark
went rigid beneath her in several different ways.

�Of
course if you don�t like them I suppose we could send them back, Natasha will
just have to hope someone nice buys her and since John couldn�t find anyone to
take Constance she�ll probably have to be sent off to a ranch��

�No.� Mark�s voice was almost inaudible but all three sets of ears in the room
caught it.

�What
was that?�

�No,
don�t send them back.�

�Are
you sure?� Most people would have found Mei�s sudden insecurity laughable after
two years of preparation but she needed Mark to feel like he had made the
decision in order to seal the deal.

�Yes,
we�ll keep them.�

Mei
moved around in front of him and pulled his face down to hers. �Thank you,� she
said with tears starting to form in her eyes. �Thank you.� Mark leaned in and
kissed his wife softly on the lips, delicately, trying to communicate his love
for her through actions. Mei melted as he kissed her, two years of planning,
saving, scheming and now everything was going to happen just like she wanted.
In a few years she would have Mark�s baby. Mei started to push back grinding
her lips into Mark changing the kiss from a loving one to a lusty one. �Now I
think there�s the little matter of our re-enacting our first time together?�
Mei giggled when she felt Mark�s flagging penis reawaken against her bare
mound. �If you�re still up for it��

Mark
was beaming as he scooped up his little temptress and tossed her onto the bed
between their two new pokegirls. Mark quickly kicked his boxers off and started
to stride towards the bed. �What does it look like?�

Mei
stared at her husband�s proudly erect cock lasciviously, with the preliminaries
out of the way she could let herself go and she was every bit as eager for
tonight�s tradition as her husband was. �Delicious.� The she looked as if she
suddenly remembered something and she leaned over towards her husband�s
anniversary present. �Now pay attention Constance, he�s going to be doing this to you shortly.�

With
that Mark grabbed his wife with a roar and threw her up the bed onto the
pillows at the top, hopping on and stalking after her. Natasha scrambled out of
the way and over to Constance while Mark laid down on top of his wife and slid
into her willing body.

Constance didn�t know what to think, she�d just seen her first naked man and now
that man was, she supposed it was making love, to her mistress right in front
of her. She shifted uncomfortably as her new lace panties started to feel too
tight on her.

�I
wonder which one of us they�ll choose first,� Natasha whispered in her ear.

�Wha...what?�

�Which
one of us he�ll tame first.�

The
T word sent a thrill right into Constance�s groin
and she groaned.

�Don�t
worry about it, I�ll go first and help wear him out, when it�s your turn he�ll
be nice and calm and he�ll give it to you for a long time. Wow,� Natasha purred
as Mark leaned back pulling Mei�s hips up off the bed. �Anyways don�t worry, it
won�t really hurt.�

Constance�s new pokegirl genes weren�t leaving her much in the way of brain power
to think about anything else but the rutting couple in front of her. �Hurt?�

�Nope,
wouldn�t want us crying to spoil the mood. It�ll be an experience though, that
I guarantee.� Natasha scooted closer to her new harem sister and draped herself
over the Bunnygirl. She had seen quite a few Thresholders going through their
first time and she really envied Constance, she was
sorely tempted to break her in first but that treat was reserved for their new
master. �Stillllll, nothing says I can�t get her warmed up,� she though as her
hands started to roam over Constance�s body.

Mark
growled as he held his wife�s hips off the bed and bounded his dick mercilessly
into her soaking wet pussy. She was milking him mercilessly, her normally snug
sheath almost virginally tight after a week of non-use. He was able to hold her
lithe little body off of the bed easily but her toes still touched the bed and
she was trying to help him drive into her even harder. It wasn�t exactly their
normal routine for their anniversary but neither of them were complaining, too
many things had happened in the last fifteen minutes to stick to the script
now. He hadn�t even bothered to take her bra or garters off.

�Oh
god sweetie, fuck me. Fuck me! Oh give it to me,� Mei gasped as he hammered
her. A little part of her wanted to make love to him like they had their first
time but she was too excited to care at the moment. With a snap she pulled
every muscle in her stomach taut catapulted up into her husband�s arms knocking
him back over onto the bed so that she was now riding him.

Mark
was surprised by his wife�s sudden athleticism but he liked it. When she leaned
back and started to fuck herself on his cock he happily let her. The two
pokegirls sitting half a meter from them only made it better, the thought that
his wife was going to let him screw the both of them very soon only made it
better. �Who knows, maybe I�ll get to see her play with them too.�

�That
is sooooo good,� she hissed and she ground her cunt back and forth on his groin.
�God I love your cock.� A soft moan caught her attention and she glanced over
to see Natasha�s hand under Constance�s top. The Catgirl was massaging the Bunnygirl�s
impressive chest and when she realized she had been caught she gave a little
shrug as if to say, �Couldn�t help myself.� Mark�s manhood was rubbing her hard
at the front of her pussy and it was driving Mei wild running on instinct she
changed tack. �In fact�ohhh yeeaahh�.I love it so much, I gotta share it. Fuck!
Ohhhh, I can�t wait to see you fuck Tasha.�

�Oh
shit honey not now,� Mark snarled as she ground into him.

�And
then I want to watch you pop Bunny�s cherry.� She thrust her hips hard against
him delighting in the way her clit rubbed the base of his cock. �That sound
good? Wanna add another cherry to your collection?�

�Damn
it baby I�m gonna��

�Don�t
you dare!� Mei scrambled over her
husband�s prone form grabbing his hand in passing and dragging him to his feet
as she dropped to his knees. One hand wrapped around his meat and pulled him
roughly into her mouth while the other grabbed his hip and helped the right.
The first time they had had sex Mei hadn�t wanted to have to use a condom and
she didn�t want to get pregnant. As it turned out porn movies had been a bad
example as she hadn�t been ready for her own taste on his cock or the blast of
cum that had poured into her mouth. This time she was, she had gotten used to
her own taste with time and she could suck him down without spilling a drop but
when she felt the first splash of salty cum splash on her tongue she jerked her
head back just like the first time.

Even
though he knew what was coming Mark groaned and amount of cum he was spurting
doubled as his second blast buried his gorgeous wife�s right eye in his spunk.
She just kept smiling through a mask of white cream as he felt his balls trying
to turn themselves inside out. Each new gob of cum hid more of her face but she
never stopped smiling. Mei knew Mark loved this and she loved it because of
that. �You�re really gonna like this in a minute.�

�Oh
that�s right baby, paint my face. You like that don�t you.� Mei�s tongue peeked
out of her mouth and lapped up some of her husband�s essence from around her
mouth. �Mmmm, good stuff; in fact�.it�s too good to keep to myself.� Mark�s
confusion cleared the instant his wife called gently, �Tasha, Bunny, come down
here and have a taste of your master�s cum.�

Neither
pokegirl needed to be told twice. Like all pokegirls Natasha adored cum and
after watching the husband and wife screw each other like there was no tomorrow
she was feeling very horny. Constance on the other hand didn�t know why she was so eager
to do what her mistress commanded but she did it anyways. Mei�s hand kept a
firm grip on her husband�s only slightly softened cock while Natasha slunk off
the bed her body bending in humanly impossible ways as she kept her body
parallel to the floor and her back arched up behind her perpendicular to it.
She easily slid across the few centimeters of rug between Mei and the bed and
like a snake slid up Mei�s body before locking her head between her hands and
taking a long lick from chin to brow. Mark shuddered with the catgirl when she
closed her mouth. Natasha�s purr was strong enough to shake her body as she
turned towards her new master.

Natasha
felt her owner�s cum seeping into her body, she could feel his essence but it
refused to imprint on body and it was starting to scream for a taming to
complete the process. She locked eyes with Mark pouring all the lust she could
feel surging through her body into the look between them.

Mark�s
breath caught in his throat as Natasha slowly opened her mouth. He could see
sticky stands of his seed stretched between her fangs and a pool of it on her
tongue. Never breaking eye contact she shut her mouth and made a show of
gulping it down. He almost lunged for her until he saw Constance. Where as Natasha had positively flowed across the space between the
bed and Mei Constance had only slowly walked over towards her not entirely sure
what her body was telling her.

�Don�t
be afraid Constance, you�re going to love it,� Mei encouraged her.

Natasha
nodded, �Yeah, but hurry up.�

Mei�s
hand gently milked her husband�s quickly reinflating manhood as he watched Constance nervously lean in towards his wife. Her tiny pink tongue just barely
poked out of her mouth as she leaned in and Mark wasn�t sure she�d made contact
until his wife giggled and the Bunnygirl�s head snapped back, her lips smacking
she judged the taste.

�Good
huh?� Natasha asked before she dived in again cleaning another swath of Mei�s
face not bothering to show Mark her bounty in her race to ingest more of her
favorite kind of cream.

Constance looked confused for a moment more until her big blue eyes lit up and
she dove back in planting dozens of little kisses across Mei�s face leaving
each spot devoid of cum taking breaks occasionally to lick the excess off her
lips.

The
feeling of Natasha�s semi-rough tongue and Constance�s little pecks were starting to tickle. She could feel Mark completely
back to full attention in her hand and she could tell that Natasha and
Constance were ready for a little attention. �Come on baby,� she said looking
up through a mass of hair and fur, �Break�em in.�

Natasha
was off the floor and on the bed in a shot and Mark�s hormones carried him up
on it as well ripping off Natasha�s panties and bra in the process before his
mind reasserted itself. Natasha�s gray tail was lashing at his leg while she
gently tried to pull him down on top of her but Mark resisted. His body wanted
her badly, every inch of her was absolutely perfect and he hated to admit it
but she was every bit as beautiful as his wife.

Natasha
nyao�d pitifully begging Mark to make her his pokegirl but he resisted. His
wife, his sweet wife, how could he�.

�What
are you waiting for?� Mei whispered huskily in his ear as her body molded
itself to his back. �Come on, do it.�

�But�?�

Mei
reached around and grabbed his cock giving it a squeeze. �It�s good you�re cute
because you�re really dense you know that.�

�Nyaaaooooo�.�

�I
bought them, I brought them in here, I gave them to you, and I�ve been planning
this for two years. Don�t you think I know what you have to do? I want you to
do it, take her have fun. If she�s going to mother your children you need to be
nice to her.� Mei thrust her hips against her husband�s ass urging him forward.
�Don�t keep her waiting. Fuck. Her.� Mei�s hips bounced against Mark�s butt
with each syllable. With Mei�s hand guiding him Mark found Natasha�s warmth on
the first try.

�Meeeerow!
Pick me up!�

Mark
did as she asked and started to hammer his new pokegirl in the same way he had
done his wife only minutes before. He was a little surprised to find that she
wasn�t tighter then his wife, just different. His wife was tight, comfortable, and
sweet, his new pokegirl was hot and wet, he knew he could fuck either of them
happily all day long. A stray thought passed through his head, �And I can if I
want too.�

Mei
wanted to laugh when she paused thrusting for a moment and Mark did as well, it
was like she was getting to fuck Natasha herself just using Mark as a big
delicious dildo. She had thought she�d be more uncomfortable with this but she
figured that two years of planning had taken the edge off the thought of
sharing her husband, after all Natasha was just a pokegirl. She didn�t have
anything to worry about; Mark wasn�t going to leave her for either of the
girls. They would just be cute little fuzzy�toys. Yes toys worked nicely. She
heard Natasha start to howl and she threw her hips back and forth faster
against Mark�s, it hadn�t taken the girl very long to get there but she
supposed that the pokegirl had a hair trigger so that even a totally inept man
could get her off and her Mark was anything but inept. In fact he left her a
quivering mass of flesh who could only mutter �Catgirl,� contentedly.

Mark
sat back on his haunches happy that he�d gotten a piece of Natasha and left her
satisfied but he still needed some satisfaction for himself. He considered
reaching around and snatching his wife up for another round only to realize
she�d slithered off of him and over to the other pokegirl now sharing their
bed. Constance was the only being in the room who still had on
enough clothes to preserve their modesty though that was dependant on what you
considered to be modest. The babydoll she was wearing was quite sheer and Mark
thought he could just make out the outline of her rosy nipples through the thin
lace the held them. Her eyes were large as she sat staring at her slowly
writhing companion. If his wife was right and the girl really was untouched it
was likely this was the first time she�d ever seen a pokegirl in the midst of a
post taming shock. He thought about trying to reassure her but his wife beat
him to it, conforming to her back in the same way she�d done to him, wrapping
her arms around the Bunnygirl and pulling her back with her towards the pillows
at the head of the bed. He couldn�t hear the words they were exchanging but his
wife�s lips moved seductively next to one of Constance�s big floppy ears. The little hairs on the surface of her ear flitted
around as Mei�s breath caressed their new girl and he thought he saw her reach
out and quickly lick the girl; of course the little hop in Constance�s movements supported that.

When
Mei settled back into the pillows and began to work her hands under Constance�s clothes Mark knew what his next assignment was. He wasn�t going to
rush things though and he calmed his nerves and waited for what his wife would
do next.

Mei
hadn�t expected her husband to sit back and wait, patience wasn�t his strong
suit when he was horny, still she could see the same naughty glimmer in his eye
that she saw there whenever he joked about not caring if she cheated on him
with another girl. �Alright, let�s see how you like this.�

Mark
fought to control himself as his sexy wife slid her hands up to cup the
Bunnygirl�s breasts in her hands. She gently rubbed and kneaded the mounds,
pulling on her captive�s nipples making the young pokegirl moan. When Mei
removed one of her hand�s from Constance�s bust and slid it into her panties Mark decided
he�d had enough teasing for one night.

Mei
wasn�t really surprised that Constance didn�t have any hair below her waist and it did make
things easier. She only had a moment to lightly stroke her clit before Mike was
over the top of them. Mei smiled at her husband and pulled her hand out of Constance�s panties offering a wet finger to him. She gave him a moment to clean
her finger off before giggling and pulling it back. �Does she really taste that
good?� She asked before popping her other wet finger into her mouth. �Oh she
does doesn�t she?�

Constance�s creamy skin was red with embarrassment as her master peeled off her
panties and her mistress divested her of her top. She wanted to cover herself
up in front of her two much older and experienced owners but the new instincts
she was still getting used to made her spread her legs wide.

The
little noises the bunnygirl kept making as her husband bent down and started to
lick her pussy could have been pitifully or lusty but Mei decided that they were
just adorable. The strength the little girl was showing as she squirmed around
in Mei�s arms was surprising, she was almost as hard to hold onto as Mark was.
Given how worked up he was Mei wasn�t surprised when Mark didn�t wait very long
before he started to crawl on top of them both. It was a strange feeling to be
underneath Constance while her husband tamed her, this time instead of getting
to fuck their new pokegirl through her husband now she was getting fucked
through their other new girl. Sharing Constance with her
husband and getting to be with her while she was deflowered was strangely
touching, and it was even for when her husband reached over the Bunnygirl�s
shoulder to kiss her softly on the lips. �Awww, you�re sweet, but pay attention
to what you�re doing,� and she pushed his lips over the girl he was currently
ravaging. �Later on I�ll remind you who�s got your heart.�

Thanks
to a little chemical support they spent the rest of the night and most of the
next day as one big ball of sweaty, thrusting, sucking, and eventually sticky
flesh.

************************

Natasha
sauntered across the apartment with nary a stitch of clothing on. Mei had left
her a list of chores for her to do along with Constance but there was plenty of time to get them done and she had a date with a
sunbeam. She entered the living room and made a bee line for her usual morning
spot until she noticed her harem sister sitting at the coffee table scribbling
furiously in a book. Her curiosity was piqued and for a moment the sun was put
on hold�.

May 21^st, 304 P.S.

Ohmagosh!
Mistress went out and she got me this nice journal so that I could keep a diary
just like my mommy! Oh what do I put in here�OH! My master and mistress are
really nice, I was worried that they might not be but they are! They�ve been
taking good care of me and Natasha, these last two weeks have been wonderful.
The first time they tamed me I thought I was gonna die! It felt sooooo good and
then when master was taming Mistress Natasha sortta tamed me again, it was
different but lots of fun. Then I tamed her! I tried to get Mistress to tame me
or let me tame her but she just kinda pointed me towards Master. Since then�..

Wow,
Natasha just came over and I was worried she might make fun of my writing but
she sat down and asked me to teach her how! I feel kinda bad that she doesn�t
know how but I get to teach her! Maybe when she gets better we can both write
in here!

July 6^th, 304 P.S.

I
don�t think even mommy had it this good. When I sit on the couch at night Master
or Mistress or even Natasha sits next to me and they play with my ears! I just
sit there and turn into a puddle, hehe. They almost always wind up taming me.
OH! They gave me a nickname! Mistress started calling me Bunny and then Master
did too! I mean not always but a lot of the time they do and I just�I just
wanna get tamed! Natasha is starting to get good at writing.

December 15^th, 304 P.S.

Tonight�.umm�tonight�Tasha
did this thing�She got Master to to�to tame her in the ASS! It looked kinda
funny but she acted like it felt sooo good that I�I can�t believe I�m saying
this�.she talked me into it. First she kinda ran her tongue around�down there
and then Master�he did it. To me, I mean to me. It felt really good. Hehe, I
can�t wait to do it again.

April 2^nd, 305 P.S.

I
do not, don�t know what Constance wants me too, no to, write in here. She said I
should. She does it a lot. I�ll try again later.

September 12^th, 305 P.S.

Mark
got me a job at his bank today. He said I�m going to be a teller, whatever that
is. I feel bad about leaving Constance alone during the day but Mei says she will be
working from home full time soon and she�ll keep Bunny company. Mei said that
Mark is only doing it so that he could tame me while he is at work. I hope so.

September 13^th, 305 P.S.

I
can�t believe Tasha calls Master and Mistress by their names in here! I�m going
to miss her but Mistress says she�s going to work at home so that�ll be fun!

December 3^rd, 307 P.S.

I
think it�s starting, last night my stomach hurt all night, cramped up bad. I�m
scared but Constance says that I�ll be fine. Mark looks worried about me
but Mei has this funny look in her eye. I know why she bought me but I haven�t
thought about it much, now it makes sense. I just realized that I don�t want
Mark�s cum in my mouth, I want it in my cunt, bad. I want it all up in my
puss�oh fuck I want to get pregnant. God I need to get tamed right now, I want
him to get me pregnant, oh I want his baby. I want to have a baby for him and
Mei.

February 25^th, 308 P.S.

Ohmygosh
Ohmygosh Ohmygosh! Tasha is pregnant! She�s been throwing up and stuff for days
and then Master and Mistress took her down to the ranch and SHE�S PREGNANT!
She�s got a little baby inside her! Master�s baby! He told her that she wasn�t
working any more so she�ll be home again, me and Tasha and Mistress all day
long. Mistress told me I wasn�t supposed to worry about taking care of the
apartment anymore, she said Tasha is my responsibility. Natasha is going to
have Master and Mistress� baby, I feel kinda funny but I wish I was having a
baby too, but only Master�s. I wonder if I could have Mistress� baby?

August 6^th, 308 P.S.

Tasha
is getting fat. Not Snorlass fat but a really cute fat. Her belly is getting
big and I have to help her out a lot, I don�t mind. Master and Mistress pay a
lot of attention to her, Master really likes her belly. And Mistress�a funny
thing happened today. Mistress is always nice and sweet and she kisses us and
plays with us a little but Master does all the taming. But today�today�well�it
started kinda normal but Mistress was looking at Tasha kinda funny. Well after
lunch Mistress started to snuggle Tasha and then she called me over. She was
real quiet but she whispered that she thought she should be really nice to
Tasha for having her baby. Then she slid off the couch and got down in front of
Tasha�and she TAMED HER! Oh wow it was just�wow. Then�OH. MY. GAWD! She tamed
me! Then she let me tame her! Then Master came home and everybody was taming
everybody!

January 10^th, 309 P.S.

I�m
pregnant again. It�s really nice actually. After the last nine months I think I
might like to stay pregnant for a few years. Yes, I like that idea, pregnant
with Mark and Mei�s babies. All the time. I can�t remember the last time Mark
pumped his load into my mouth, I used to adore cum but I would have forgotten
how it tastes if Constance and Mei didn�t share with me once in a while�and I
still kind of wish they would put it in my cunt.

March 20^th, 313 P.S.

Four
kids, Master said that was enough. Timothy is starting school this Fall and Master
and Mistress decided that four was enough for Tasha. She seemed kind of sad but
she said that she was happy because she could take care of the kids more.
Then�wow, Master said that in a few more years�I still can�t believe it. They
want to get me pregnant! They want me to have their babies! I cried, a lot.

June 30^th, 321 P.S.

Constance is shaking so bad that she can�t write, she�s having me write this for
her. I know how she feels so I can sympathize, she just found out that she�s
knocked up. Twins no less. I remember what it was like to have Mark and Mei�s
babies in my belly and I know Bunny is going to love it. I miss it a bit I
think. OW! Faith just pulled my tail, I�ll have to spank her in a minute but
her father is fussing at her now. You�d think that since she has a tail she�d
know better but she did it anyways. Oh, Mei said that I�m going to have to take
care of Bunny now, I suppose this is payback for her taking care of me for
almost five years straight.

March 24^th, 322 P.S.

I�m
writing this between contractions, Natasha wasn�t kidding, this hurts. The
twins are on their way! I�m so happy! Life is good.

Author�s
Notes

Acknowledgements:

The usual, Lighthawk,
Warpwizard, psianogen.

Notes:

1) Anka is a messed up form of onca which means
jaguar in Portuguese (I think) which is the official language of Brazil where many jaguars are to be found, if the internet
is to be believed.

2) The journal entries
aren�t all the one�s Constance and Natasha ever made I just picked and chose.

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