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Shadow Storm	By : Pokeprof Category: Pokemon > General Views: 16235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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-Calm Before The Storm-
Three years ago, had anyone told him that he would be in the middle of the wilderness with six lusty and shapely Pokegirls all wanting a piece of him, he would have laughed right in their face and called them a fool. Yet now here he was, all of his Pokegirls satisfied and sleeping around him, keeping him warmer then any blanket could have ever done. And truth be told, he was happy, a feeling he was entirely unused to.
As the Floozie on his right nuzzled her head into his chest, he was fondly reminded of when his journey began, back when the world was still simple black and white, where he was just a normal teen going about his own life and wanted nothing to do with Pokegirls.
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The day had started out murky, gray clouds hanging like gloom overhead, sapping the normally happy atmosphere from the Sunshine League. It was his among one of his favorite days. If you couldn't tell by the way he rarely smiled or the way that he always let his light blue hair cover his eyes, Ren wasn't the most sociable nor enjoyable people to be around, earning the nickname 'The Ice Outcast' from the other students where even among the other outcasts he was unsociable and cold. He often replied to them all stating the fact that they were as unusual as he was by partaking in the extended schooling that he took instead of getting a Pokegirl and fucking her brains out.
“He's just not natural, I tell you.” muttered one of the younger students, pushing his glasses back up his nose, staring at his lab-partner straight in the face. “He just spends all of his time by himself and doesn't do anything outside of what's expected of him. I tell you the guy isn't human.”
“Technically, none of us are entirely human anymore,” his parter replied, his voice sounding as if he had a severely bad cold, though it was entirely for show as the boy believed that it made him sound smarter. “With all the breeding with Pokegirls over the centuries, it's hard to find anyone who hasn't a drop of Pokeblood in them. Although he has to have more then his fair share with that hair color of his.”
“You know,” said a cold voice behind the pair, sending deep shivers up both their spines. The two boys turned slowly around, their worst fears confirmed with Ren standing right behind them. “If your going to insult someone, you should have at least the decency to do it to their faces. It gives them a chance to fight back, although by the look of you two you'd need a Widow to fight off the weakest of Bimbos.”
“S-says you!” The first boy shot back, amazing his partner with his courage to stand up to Ren. “Everyone knows that you think your king of the world! Just because your father has all the money in the world doesn't mean that you can just go and do as you please!”
In a flash, the boys glasses were on the ground next to his dangling feet, Ren holding him by the scruff of his shirt keeping his cold steel blue eyes deadlocked with the frightened nerd. “Listen to me now and listen good,” Ren seethed through clenched teeth, giving the boy another shake to ensure that all of his attention was on him, his normally cold eyes flashing in a fiery blaze of anger. “I don't need my father for anything, nor do I need his filthy money! What I get, I earn and what I do is none of your business. So before you go about saying that I'm an open and shut case, you better be sure to have all the facts and have someone covering your back that isn't as likely to stab it! Understand?”
With the answer being the meekest of nods, Ren let the boy drop, his legs buckling under him no sooner then he hit the ground. Giving both him and his partner one last glare, the blue haired boy turned and left.
I shouldn't have let my anger control me, Ren growled at himself. If you don't have control in your life, you're just letting yourself be ripped apart by the rocks in the river as the current pushes you on. The only way to ensure your life is successful is through control. Ren repeated this over and over in his mind, letting his anger seep back into his mind and reason resume its grip. I don't see why everyone always have to pry into another's business. What they do is of their own affair and just because your wanting to know something doesn't give you the right to burst into their lives to take the information.
He let himself walk down the schools hall for a few minutes longer, grateful for the small break they had between classes to be by himself. Turning to the right through an archway that led to the Library, a black clad woman waved him over, gazing knowingly at him. Sighing to himself, Ren walked over and stood before her, taking another look at the woman called the Vice Principal of the school. She was a Pokewoman, though it was hard to tell with the lack of any noticeable features other then the slight purple tint to her black hair and the knowledgeable look in her pale purple eyes. “You know that kind of violence isn't allowed in the school, Mr. Adams.” She said softly, clasping her hands behind her.
If it was violence then the kid would have been beaten to a bloody pulp by now, Ren thought darkly. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked the Vice Principal square in the face, a feat not many students could do for the mere fact their eyes were drawn to either her generous breasts pressing against the soft dress she wore or her swaying rump as she walked away. “Is there anything you need of me, Edea?” he asked, wanting to get what ever she wanted him to do over with so he go about the rest of his life.
The Matron Pokewoman gave a small sigh as she turned away from him, motioning him to follow her. The two went on in almost complete silence, the only sounds reaching their ears was their echoing footsteps in the empty hallways. When they reached the elevator the went the third floor of the school, Ren knew immediately that he had been called upon by the Principal, a one Cid Kramer, but for what he wasn't entirely sure. “He will see you as soon as you arrive.” Edea said softly, moving to the side as the elevator doors opened.
As the doors opened once again to the third floor, Ren had still know idea why Cid would call him to the office. Unless it was something that needed to be kept quiet, which was almost never the case, the Principal would talk openly and loudly to the student, ensuring that they were listing to him. If he needed to talk to Ren alone, then something serious must be going on. With a knock on the door, to which the answer was a swift “Come in.”, Ren was all too ready to find out what in the world was going on.
“Ah! There you are, Ren!” Cid Kramer said, jumping to his feet and shuffling over to give Ren a hardy handshake. “I was beginning to wonder if Edea had gotten lost or something.” Cid was a small man, only coming up to Ren shoulder although it was likely because he always hunched down when he walked, an old taming injury preventing him from standing at his full height. It still took Ren aback that as old as the Principal was and his injury preventing him from doing much, Cid Kramer seemed as young and as full of energy as any of the new students at the school.
“She knows the school grounds better then even the janitor, sir. I believe it just took a bit of time for her to locate me.” Ren replied, letting the man pump his arm a few times before pulling it softly away. Nodding at Ren's well made point, Cid move backed to his desk, rummaging through the draws tossing bits of paper and random items about. Finally finding what he was looking for, whatever it was, Ren couldn't see it well enough to tell, The Principal walked behind his desk and sat down, the grin on his face a mile wide.
“Now Ren, as you probably already know, we sometimes use our students for some ventures to ensure the progress of the school.” Cid said, getting a nod from Ren. Every once in a while, The school would find itself in some form of trouble, be it money problems, a wild attacking Pokegirl, or a rowdy student that needed to be taken care of, in which case they would ask one of the best students they had to help take care of the problem. What confused Ren was why Cid would bring this up to him, seeing as his father wouldn't lift a finger to help Ren's 'Non-Pokegirl Journey' life style, nor could he see how he could help with any of the other problems that Cid might ask his help with.
“Well,” Cid said, breaking though Ren's thoughts. “The fact of the matter is that one of my employees has gotten in with a rather bad group of Trainers. I'm afraid that they might be one of those Team Rocket clones that everyone always talks so much about.” Again Ren nodded. He understood why Cid would want to stay as removed from any Team Rocket like characters as he possible could, considering that he was often thought as more then just a simple School Principal. Hell, the school itself was often considered a military facility despite not being used for one in at least half a century. Still, Ren couldn't see where he had fit into all this.
Standing up again, Cid walked over to Ren and placed a Pokeball squarely in his hands, giving him a soft smile. “I want you to talk this Pokegirl and find out what my Employee is really up to. And don't worry, he doesn't know you at all.”
That wasn't exactly the problem I had, Ren thought as he stared down at the little red and white ball in his hand. He searched his mind for some believable reason not to accept this little 'mission' that Cid had given him, instantly discarding the 'I don't want to be my father' excuse (though that was very much the truth), knowing that while it worked when some guy on the streets asked you about why you hadn't a Pokegirl, it didn't really work with someone you considered your superior. And it wasn't like he didn't know a thing about them, Heck he had scored the highest on a recent Pokegirl exam, despite it's odd questions about 'what kind of pokegirl was he most like'. That's when the idea hit him. “Sir, I don't have a...”
He hadn't finished his sentence as Cid shoved a Pokedex and several empty Pokeballs into his hand, all registered in his name. It appeared that the exam was a bit more then just that, considering the trainer level that he was rated on his Pokedex was identical to the score on the exam. Ren bit his lip, trying his best to find some way of getting out of this little mission, all the while trying to hid his reluctance in front of Cid.
“Please remember, Ren, I'll be counting on you.” Kramer said, once more breaking through Ren's thoughts and dooming the young man into completely excepting the mission.
“Of course, Sir. I would be honored to do this.”
“Wonderful!” Cid exclaimed, jumping out of his chair once more to give Ren a hearty pat on the back and nearly knocking the new trainer over with his surprising strength. Must of had an Amachoke in his family.
“Now then, you won't be needing to tell you parents anything Ren, I've already taken the liberty of informing them. And when I say them, I mean your mother and her harem sisters.” Cid instructed, adding in that last line at the sudden look of terror on his face. If there was anything in Ren's life that he didn't want, It was his father finding out that after almost 17 years of refusing to follow in his footsteps and becoming a Pokegirl Master that his son went in and became a trainer as a favor to a teacher that he held in VERY low opinion. His Ice Maiden mother, as well as the Ria and Charmelons that were like second/third mothers to him would keep quiet about what was really happening. They all knew his relationship with his father.
“You'll be given transportation to Oak Haven, where my employee is currently residing, and will act as a supporting member who is under strict orders to follow what he says. Once you prove that you've been loyal enough, he should reveal his true colors to us...hopefully they'll be blue.” Ren nodded in understanding, though it seemed to him that Cid Kramer already knew where his lackeys loyalties lie and was just wanting to confirm it. Hopefully it would take little time to get this whole thing over with and hand the Pokegirl back over to him.
“You'll need to tame that girl, Ren. In case he is with any of the Rocket Clones, a Pokegirl will at least give you a fighting chance compared to if you went at it solo.” Cid reminded, apparently reading his thoughts. That either meant the girl Ren now possessed was either just out of Threshold or just caught, as the teen was sure as hell that any Pokegirl that Cid tamed personally would be Delta-Bonded by now. Regardless, that made returning the Pokegirl a LOT harder, for it would mean that she would be more likely to bond with him if they couldn't make this quick. And Kramer was right to give him one, as if the employee WAS with any of the Rocket groups, they were sure to have at least one pokegirl to fight him with, and while he might be able to take down something like a Tomboy (although there would be no way he would be walking away from the fight without at least some part of him maimed), he knew that he hadn't a chance against anything else. Either way, It seemed he was going to be a Trainer.
Cid handed the young trainer a ticket for the train to Oak Heaven, dated for the next day. Clearly, Cid wanted this done quickly as well. “Sir, if I may ask, what is the employees name?”
“Oh, dear me, I haven't even told you yet!” Cid muttered to himself, completely surprised at his own absentmindedness. “His name is Muska.”
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Ren had a lot to think about on his way home. He knew that regardless he was going to have a Pokegirl from this point on and that there was no viable way of avoiding it, unless he wanted to rebuke the one man he actually held any respect for. It was a good thing that his father was out of town for the weekend, or otherwise Ren wasn't completely sure he would be able to hide his new occupation and companion, as his father seemed to have a six sense about Pokegirls.
Giving a sigh, he thought he might as well let the girl out. He had no idea how long she was stuck in the little ball, and he rather get to know her so he could predict her movements and temperament. A slip of the lip or an uncontrollable insult could cost them dearly and he knew that sooner or later he would have to tame her, if not associate with her. Thinking that he might as well make the best of it, Ren enlarged the Pokeball and tossed it in front of him, a flash of bright light escaping the ball as it split open.
When the light formed into the girl, Ren wasn't sure what to think of her other then she was a pokegirl and she was his. She was much shorter then he was, prehaps 5 feet tall to his six, and her silver-blond hair had been braided into two pigtails, only a single strand wafting into her face. She had clothes on, which instantly told him that she was indeed a threshold girl, as most ferals wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything unless they had been tamed and trained into it. The clothes were nothing striking or impressive, just a simple yellow shirt that appeared to be at least one size too large, hiding most of the swell of her breasts, and long red baggy pants that he knew were a couple of sizes to large for her. The one thing that made him take a real close look at her was the color of her eyes, a true silver that reminded him of clouds on a spring day.
“Oh...” She said, her voice light and airy, her eyes blinking a couple of times to get used to the light of the sun once more. She looked up at him, nodding in understanding as she saw a young man with light blue hair had replaced the old dark haired Cid that she had known for only a short time previously. Regardless, this teen would be her new Master from this day forward, as Cid had told her, and all she had to do was obey is orders and with luck he would be at least half as kind as Cid was.
“Lucita?” Ren asked, wondering why she had done nothing as of yet. He already knew that she was a Flirttit, having scanned her Pokeball as he had left school, but he hadn't expected her to seems so subdued, especially considering that she was an evolved form of Nymph, a Pokegirl world renowned for her sex drive.
“Yes?”
“Is this how you normally act?”
“....Excuse me?” Lucita was wildly confused, she had thought that he would be mauling her by now, pulling off her clothes and taming her right in the open. Asking if she normally acted like a Pokegirl should wasn't at all what she expected.
Ren, for his part, was restraining himself from normal teenage urges. He was cold and callused but not dead, and the constant reminder in the back of his head that she was, in essence, his plaything to do with as he wished forced his more logical mind to shut that part of the brain down before it got any further with its perverted thoughts. “You don't seem to be acting normal for a girl whose gone through threshold and sent to a guy to be your tamer.”
He was right on the money there. Lucita had just finished going through threshold when she was balled by her parents and sent away. She was in there for what seemed like years before she ended up with Cid, who really did little more then tell her that she would be needed for a mission of some kind and that he was nice to her for that little time she was out. A rarity, she had been told, as most tamers would sooner fuck you then get to know you. She had never been given time really to understand what had happened to her, though she understood that this was the way of life in the world, but what did she feel about it?
“There's nothing I can really do about it...”She said finally, clenching her fingers into fists, knowing there was really nothing she could do about it unless she wanted become something like the Limbec Pirates or the like, and those kind of Pokegirls were killers more often then not, something that Lucita could never become.
Ren stayed silent for a moment, completely unsure what to say to her. Not even sure they were the right words he said “Life is unfair. It's an ugly truth but it's a truth. We can do no more then play with the hand that life's dealt us and try to fight back when we're given the chance.”
Lucita once more looked at her new tamer, trying to figure out if he was playing at some kind of game, trying to see if that serious look in his eye was false. Deciding, in the end, that he was right she gave Ren a more aggressive look, one that told him that she would try her best to take on anything that was thrown her way. “So, what is our mission, Master?”
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Lucita proved to be more the adept for the mission, as Ren soon found out when they returned to his house. She decided not to venture into his house, on account of Ren telling her of his father and the problems the two had surrounding pokegirls and offered to go to the Market only a few blocks away to pick up supplies, knowing that while they wouldn't be journeying like most Tamers, they might get into a few battles along the way. When he expressed the worry that someone might try and claim her as their own she replied with a sly “Worried about me, huh? Don't worry, I can fight if need be.” before leaving. Ren didn't know if he should have felt relieved that the mission wouldn't be put into jeopardy because of the lack of him having a pokegirl, or the fact that she thought he was worried about her.
Upon entering his house, he was glad to note the lack of his fathers belongings that were always kept up on the coat rack in the front hallway. With his father gone, it would be much easier to get his stuff and leave instead of having to avoid the older man. Though it also made him a bit disgruntled, as both Carmen, his fathers Charmelons, and Rika, his fathers Ria, things were also gone and thus removing his opportunity to bid them farewell. Moving to the downstairs bedroom (which he was glad to have pushed for) he packed what little belongings actually meant to him: a small Photo that had his mom and harem sisters on it, all pressing themselves around a younger version of him, a old musty coin that Cid had given him when he first entered the school “For luck” he had said, a book that he was currently in the middle of that told a tale about a group of Feral Bunnygirls rejecting their old home and searching for a new one, their leader Hazel at the front, as well as several clothes and other miscellaneous items.
“You didn't think you'd be leaving without saying goodbye?” called a distinctly feminine voice, one that Ren knew came from his mother. The Ice Maiden looked over her son with her usual cold, calculating look, knowing exactly what he was doing. He gave her a rare smile as he gave her a short hug, both because he wasn't used to hugging as well as to prevent himself from freezing on his mom's ice cold skin.
“I remember when you were still a baby and froze yourself to my tit trying to drink it's milk.” She said, as much to reminisce as well as to embarrass her son. While her own species was cold and aloof by nature, she always tried to provoke some of that fiery attitude and light that his father had, and often succeeded. Though it seemed that the ice in Ren's blood was stronger then the fire as her shrugged her memory off and shouldered his pack. “Say goodbye to Carmen and Rika for me.”
His mother gave him a soft nod and watched her son walked out the front door, and unknown to her, out of her life forever.
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Blood. There was the ugly sight of red blood everywhere she turned. At first she had thought that her trainer had been able to kill the evil gunwoman pokegirl that had snuck up behind her and knocked her out, possible believing her dead. But no, there he was in a pool of his own blood, gushing from a hole in his head and seeping into the earth below. As red hot tears dripped down her cheeks, she felt an uncontrollable anger arise within her, her breathing quicken and her wolf teeth clench. She should have been able to help her trainer, she should have been able to fight that bitch!
SHE WAS GOING TO TEAR THAT GUNWOMANS THROAT OUT!
Feeling new energy flow though her and whipping away the last of her tears, she placed upon her head the skull of her beloved tamer, her sweet Ashitaka, and brandished her new weapon, covering it with the cloak she had made from her sisters dead corpse. Where ever that woman was, no matter how long it took for her to find her, San vowed that she would kill her with the very bones of the ones she murdered.
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