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Boot Camps & Booty Calls

By: bsmart

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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Chapter 2: Fall In!

Life
was good.

Lucian
came to this realization around the fourth hour of his trip. The rough bouncing
ride in the bed of the sputtering truck wasn�t nearly enough to dampen his
spirits. He was on his way to boot with Koshka curled up in his lap, best of
all he didn�t have to walk all the way from his home town of Nella all the way south
of Selbone in order to catch the ferry down the inland sea to the island the
boot camp was set up on. The knowledge that he�d have to walk over the terrain
they were bouncing over if not for the truck kept him from complaining about
its ride. Now that the league had sorted him out of all the chaff they were
very interested in making sure he made it to boot camp in one piece. Whether he
passed or failed there and what he did after that was up to him but the league
could make sure that for at least this trip he was fine. It would be an
embarrassment to everyone if they started to loose prospective tamers to feral
girls while the tamers were on their way to training.

He
didn�t dwell on what had happened to the other two young men that had stayed
after the final test at the center, the fact that they weren�t in the truck bed
with him spoke volumes.

The
old rust bucket wasn�t trying to break a land speed record on its journey, it
wasn�t moving a whole lot faster then even a moderately quick pokegirl could
jog but given how much it was protesting even this moderate use Lucian was
amazed that it held together. When he�d asked the driver how old it was a
terse, �Older then your father�s father,� was all the explanation he got.

He�d
immediately sat down and said a little prayer that whoever had kept this thing
together over the years had done their job properly.

According
to the Joy at the pokecenter in Nella it was a little over a hundred and fifty
kilometers along the roads to get to the ferry landing and it should take them
about six hours to get there. Given that they�d just driven through Selbone he
figured that they were just about on target. Once they arrived at their
destination they�d have to kill a few hours waiting around for the ferry to
load up and for all the stragglers to make it in; once that was done it would
be an overnight journey towards the south for another two hundred kilometers
before they arrived at their destination. Based on the maps he�d seen Lucian
figured that the camp was about four hundred kilometers inland from the coast,
�Probably on its own island.�

Like
everyone else in the Orange League he�d been raised on horror stories of the
great cataclysm and of the dangers that lurked inland towards the continent�s
center. The tails were invariably told by someone who�d immediately laugh about
it and assure the assembled youngsters that there wasn�t anything to worry
about. Like everyone else in the League he wasn�t convinced, settlements
farther then a hundred and fifty kilometers from the coast were rare and almost
always government operations. It had been that way for two centuries so it was
obvious that everyone was simply giving the assertion that the interior held
nothing to fear lip-service at best or lying at the worst. The thought of going
so far inland made him uneasy but he figured it was part of the training to get
them so far from civilization. �It�ll also make it easier to find a feral to
capture for the final test.�

A
particularly spine crushing bump set the bell on Koshka�s collar to tinkling
drawing his attention to the Kitten in his lap. The renal failure inducing
jarring of the truck bed went completely unnoticed by the slumbering catgirl.
The black leather collar looked as perfect on her elegant neck as he ever could
have hoped, and he�d had high hopes. After just a few months with Koshka Lucian
had realized that he couldn�t imagine life without her, every time he imagined
his journeys as a tamer she�d been right there beside him in his minds eye,
every time he imagined himself working in the wood shop he wanted to build she
was there, bringing him a drink or just standing there watching him. After a
year he�d decided that he wasn�t going to let her get away and he started to
save for a collar.

It
hadn�t been easy to save for the expensive piece of jewelry, not on fifty
credits a week, he�d had to give up just about all his luxuries in life and in
the end he was able to save enough money to buy her the collar. Even though the
bell that hung from the loop in it was actual silver the only thing that made
it worth the seventeen hundred credits he�d had to pay for it was the little
anti-capture chip that was inside it, thanks to that little piece of electronic
wizardry he never had to worry about anyone else capturing her.

n stn style='font-family:Arial'>Given
the way she�d strutted down the road to the pokecenter that morning she seemed
to like it too. Lucian had done his level best to ignore Koshka�s prancing and
preening but it was impossible to, the fact that she was still wearing the
ankle and wrist cuffs from last night only heightened his embarrassment. She�d
sounded like a bell choir as she glided down the street, the bell on her collar
clinking out its merry tune in time to the more solid metallic thunks of the
chain links attached to the restraints on her arms and legs. While Koshka had
never been shy about people paying attention to her she�d never quite demanded
the attention like she had this morning. The way she�d been dressed hadn�t
helped.

For
the last two years Lucian had kept Koshka presentable in public thanks to
donations from his mothers, grudging though they may have been. To put it
mildly Koshka was rough on clothes, very rough, in fact he�d never been able to
return any of the clothes his mothers had given them simply because after a few
weeks there simply wasn�t anything left to give back. Koshka had never seen the
point of clothing, to her it was just something that got in the way of taming and
made you hot, she was much happier being completely naked, regardless of the
situation and on many occasions she�d given his little brothers and his father
an eye full. Given how destructive she was with clothing Lucian knew that human
clothing simply wasn�t going to work in boot camp or in the bund wnd while
letting hen nan naked had a certain visceral appeal he also found himself quite
possessive of her and the idea of her giving a free show to every man that
walked by didn�t sit well with Lucian. He�d eventually found a solution to the
dilemma in the clothes Koshka was now wearing.

The
tan halter top and micro skirt she was wearing looked almost exactly like the
clothing she�d worn the night he�d first seen her but unlike the simple cloth
those garments had been made of this time her clothes were made from a
synthetic fiber that, according to thees ces clerk, they�d made body armor from
during the Great War. Specially designed for pokegirls these clothes were
supposed to last in the face of all but the most serious intentional abuse.

When
Koshka shifted a little to find a more comfortable position Lucian�s hand fell
from her hip and down onto her bottom reminding him of the compromise they�d
made. Koshka had rather vehemently opposed wearing even the tiny scraps of
synth-fiber when Lucian had first showed them to her. A natural born
exhibitionist Koshka had been looking forward to getting to prowl through the
forest again without a stitch of clothing to confine her. In her mind she�d
dreamt of long happy days wandering through the bush with Lucian looking for
more pokegirls to add to their harem, she�d be able to help him tame the new
girls and any time he wanted to he would be able to come up and claim her
without a bit of warning.

Not
long after Lucian had explained his dream to her of becoming a tamer Koshka had
started to dream of her place in his, to dream of her chance to be wild again
but to have Lucian with her, to not have to follow all those stupid rules that
those old pokewomen had forced on her. She was looking forward to being tamed
anytime, anywhere, and hopefully without even seeing it coming. The last part
of Koshka�s fantasy had been spawned months before when Lucian had surprised
her by coming home early.

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

Koshka
was sitting in her usual spot when Lucian wasn�t home, in the window seat in
the den on the second floor of the house; it had a wonderful view out over the
houses and to the forest that butted up against the edge of the town. When she
had finished her chores she would often sit in the window and gaze out of it
for hours waiting for Lucian to come home. She didn�t really want to return to
the life she�d had before she�d been captured, always hungry, always hunting,
always afraid of being attacked by a bigger tougher pokegirl, and worst of all,
no Lucian and no tamings, but that didn�t mean that she wouldn�t like to go
back for a while with Lucian. Thoughts of the life they would have never ceased
to thrill her, she would get everything she ever wanted, Lucian, the wild, more
girls to play with, and they could return to civilization whenever they wanted.
Thoughts of night long orgies with Lucian and other pokegirls fought for
attention in her mind along with images of catching fish and food for Lucian
and how happy he�d be with her when she brought it back to him.

�So
what, I can�t go to boot!?� Lucian snapped. The thought of being denied when he
was this close made him physically ill.

�Oh
pipe down,� the man scolded, �you�ll get on the damn boat, but if you�re not
supposed to be here they�ll throw your ass right back on it when you get to the
camp. This happens every damn rotation.�

Immediately
Lucian calmed down. �Well what if my paper work doesn�t make it there in time
either?�

�At
worst they�ll toss you on the boat, you�ll take a long ride back here where
undoubtedly your paperwork will have arrived so that we can waste the
taxpayer�s money by giving you another ride down to the Camp Walker. At best
they�ll just make you sleep in the admin office for a night or two until it
does turn up.�

�Ok,
when�s the boat gonna get here?�

�Not
for another hour or two and it won�t leave for an hour after that, I suggest
that you find a nice place in the shade and stop bothering me,� and with that
the man turned back to the house and left Lucian to his own devices.

Seeing
nothing better to do and not being in a mood to talk Lucian took the man�s
advice and found a nice tall tree to shade him and he sat down to take a nap.

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

�Hey
you, wake up!� a high pitched voice encouraged Lucian. �You�re gonna miss the
boat if you don�t get up!�

�Leave
him Mistress, we�ll miss it ourselves,� a second voice told the first.

Lucian
opened an eye cautiously and took stock of his immediate surroundings. Koshka�s
head was still in his lap if the heavy feeling there and his numb left arm were
any indication. Directly in front of him were a pair normal looking legs that
Lucian assumed belonged to whoever �Mistress� was and just beyond them was
another pair of legs only these were covered in a straw colored fur that was
shot through with small black spots. With no reason not to wake up the next
time �Mistress� saw fit to give him a nudge he told her, �I�m awake.�

�Good!�
the first voice exclaimed, �Now hurry up before we both miss the boat.�

A
good solid nudge to the side of Koshka�s head had the desired effect of getting
her up and moving and Lucian was able to pick himself up off the ground and
face his tormentor.

The
fact that the person who�d been waking him up was a girl didn�t really come as
a shock, nor was the fact that she was going to boot camp if the words of the
cat type behind her were any indication of her intentions. Women were a small
but very visible minority of tamers, and while no one had ever gotten together
any good solid numbers it was accepted that between two and four percent of all
tamers were actually female. The number of female pet owners was actually
higher, somewhere in the neighbor hood of twelve to fifteen percent. So the
fact that there was going to be at least one girl at boot was no big surprise
to Lucian, what was a surprise was how cute she was. Lucian figured that the
girl before him was his age, maybe a little older since she had a good two or
three centimeters on him in height. Her hair was a deep russet shade and very
curly if the tight ringlets that made up the few stray bangs that fell down in
front of her face were any indication, the rest of her hair seemed to be pulled
back into a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of long overalls that were doing a
superb job of smothering any details about her body from the neck down although
a tight bright yellow t-shirt gave some hint towards a thin physique. Finishing
off the farmer�s daughter look were a few dozen dark pink freckles on her
otherwise lightly tanned skin. �My names Cassie,� she said. �And if we don�t
hurry up we ain�t gonna make the boat.�

�Mistreesssss,�
the fuzzy girl behind Cassie whined as she bounced in place.

�Obviously
we aren�t moving fast enough for her,� Lucian thought as he grabbed his
backpack and duffel bag off the ground.

�He�s
moving Shauri, calm down for once in your life.�

�My
names Lucian,� he said as they started towards the boat, �and this is Koshka,
my Kitten.� At the word �my� Koshka came down extra hard on the next step making
the bell on her collar jingle.

�Nice
to meet you,� Cassie said offering Lucian her hand.

�Thanks
for waking us up,� Lucian said as he shook her hand. �I sleep like the dead.�

�I
noticed.�

�So
I guess you�re going to boot camp too,� Lucian said as they made their way down
the pier towards the boat.

�Not
much reason to be here if I weren�t,� Cassie observed happily as Shauri blew
past her and hopped onto the boat. There was just a hint of twang in Cassie�s
voice and it made Lucian wonder.

�You
from Queenstown?�

�Little
town called Koola, just a bit north of it,� Cassie said. �My accent huh?�

�Pretty
much, aren�t you in the wrong province?� he asked with a smile.

�Naw,
my family just moved to Sluton a few months ago, just missed taking the test there.�

�Got
it,� Lucian replied as they stepped onto the boat. The boat itself was
unimpressive as boats go, nothing more then a floating box really. It had two
decks, a lower one that was mostly open space with a small cabin forward,
plenty of shade was provided by the deck above, and it looked like everyone was
trying to take advantage of this by crowding in.

�Let�s
try up top,� Lucian suggested.

�Yeah,�
Cassie replied.

Lucian
followed Cassie up the steep stairs to the upper deck of the boat. The covering
over their heads wasn't a solid deck like below but a thick canvas sheet the stretched
out over their heads. The light tan muslin didn't offer that much protection
from the sun but in an hour or two it would set anyways so Lucian figured it
didn't matter. It was less crowded up here anyways.

Lucian
continued to follow Cassie as she drifted up towards the bow of the boat while
Shauri darted from point to point trying to see everything at once. Koshka
continued to saunter along at his side but every time Shauri shot past them she
made the bell on her collar ring. Cassie found a bench for them to sit on in
front of the pilot house and the overhang from the pilot house's roof gave them
some shade as the captain started calling for his pokegirl crew to cast off.
The railing that ran around the deck was close enough for them to prop their
feet on but only Lucian did. Koshka sat down beside him and as usual she molded
herself to his side trying to get every square centimeter possible of her flesh
in contact with his. Her "attachment" to him had manifested itself
right away, the first night he'd had her actually when she'd insisted on sleep
right next to him, and for someone who defended his space with a vengeance it
took Lucian a while to get used to it. Now he couldn't get comfortable when he
was sitting down or sleeping unless he had his Kitten pressed up against him.
Lucian expected that Shauri would start running laps around the upper deck the
second they sat down but as soon as Cassie got situated Shauri laid down on the
empty section of bench next to her with her torso in Cassie's lap with a happy
smile on her face.

"So,
why do you want to be a tamer," Lucian asked as the boat started to back
away from the dock.

"Eh,
you know," Cassie said noncommittally.

"Not
really, lotta reasons to do it," Lucian replied.

"Welllll,
I could say that I didn't have nothin' better to do."

"But...?"

"There's
a bunch of old timers back home, good old boys that sorta run everything in
town, ya know? They don't look none too kindly on a human girl who's not really
gonna do her part to repopulate the planet."

"Ahhhh,"
Lucian muttered.

"Yep,
and the fringe benefits," her hand started to stroke the exposed white fur
of Shauri's flat belly, "they sort of make it worth it. How bout
you?"

"Money."

"Oh,
greedy are we?" Cassie asked with a twinkle in her eye as the boat turned
out into the channel.

"Yeah
I suppose. I need the cash if I'm gonna expand my dad's forge."

"You
like working with metal?" Cassie asked interestedly as her finger slide
over Shauri's pink top and started to trace circles over where Lucian assumed
her nipple was.

"Some,
that's mostly my dad, I prefer working with wood."

"Oh
Lucian works with his wood real well, works it good with Koshka," Koshka
teased ending with a pleased giggle.

Cassie
and Shauri chuckled along with Koshka as he said, "Oh be quiet."

"Doesn't
Lucian like working his wood with Koshka?" she asked trying to sound hurt.

"You're
a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that?"

"Lucian's
a pain in Koshka's ass about once a week," she declared.

Lucian
growled softly at her as Shauri and Cassie continued to laugh.

"Good
pain though, fun pain."

"You're
a real slut sometimes," Lucian said in resignation.

Koshka
rubbed her face against Lucian's shoulder. "Koshka's always Lucian's
slut," she declared with a major emphasis on his name.

Lucian
sighed at the antics of his Kitten, the only thing that had ever kept Koshka in
line had been the threat of direct, unpleasant, physical violence from his mothers.
If he really told her to stop it he knew she would but he'd never really seen
the need to rein her in, if anything he found her complete lack of manners,
couth, and decency endearing, though it tended to rear its head at inopportune
times.

"So
you want to be a carpenter?" Cassie asked.

"YES!"
Lucian shouted.

"Why's
that?"

"I
just do, when I was twelve I built a chair from scratch, I was hooked. I found
out that I really liked working with my hands."

Koshka
poked her head around the side of Lucian's so she could look at Cassie.
"Lucian's really good with hi..."

"Hush
you!" he snapped.

"Awwww,
she was paying you a compliment," Cassie teased.

"Mmmhmmm,
Mistress is really good with her fingers," Shauri said.

"See?"
Cassie said happily as she pinched the nub that was poking up against her
pokegirl's top.

"She
always call you that?"

"Yeah,
I like it," Cassie said nonchalantly.

"What
species is she anyway?" There were a couple of cat types that were
complete spazes but he couldn't quite nail down what Shauri was.

"Cheetits,"
Cassie answered.

"How'd
you get her?"

"Present,
from my folks, well my Dad."

"Not
your mom?"

"No,
my Dad just wants his little girl to be happy, my Mom, well she doesn't really
approve of my uh, proclivities. She's not real mouthy about it but when my Dad
brought home Shauri she told him she didn't think he should be encouraging my
behavior."

"Doesn't
sound too bad."

"Not
really, we get along great and all but every once in a while she'd walk in on
me and Shauri making out or taking a bath and she'd just get this sort of embarrassed
sort of disappointed look on her face. How about you?"

"Koshka's
a Kitten; she was a present from my folks on my sixteenth birthday."

"That's
a nice present," Cassie said approvingly.

"Yep,"
Lucian agreed.

Koshka
smiled as she listened to Lucian and Cassie talk about how they'd gotten their
girls. It always made her happy when she heard Lucian refer to her as
"his." She'd come to regard the day that she'd been given to him as
one of, if not the, best day of her life, the day Lucian had passed his tamer's
test and officially claimed her, as well as collared her was a close second.
She loved her collar, especially the little silver bell, she'd quickly learned
how to walk in order make it tinkle softly all the time. She wanted to make
sure that everyone around her knew that she belonged to Lucian, especially
other pokegirls. The first time that she'd gotten a chance to show it off to
another pokegirl and not just the Nurse Joy at the center was Shauri, and even
though the Cheetits had done a good job of hiding it she'd still seen the
envious spark in her eye when Koshka had made the little bell dance.

Speaking
of the Cheetits, Koshka peered around the edge of her Master's neck she spied
the contented pokegirl still laying across her Mistress' lap. As Lucian and
Cassie started to tell each other about their first times with their girls in a
round about way, Cassie's hand moved under Shauri's top so that it could
continue assailing the girl's assets without interference. Now it was Koshka's
turn to be jealous. Lucian had never been shy about petting her in public but
he wasn�t doing it right now, and she didn't like the way that Cheetits was
showing her up.

Very
softly she started to squirm against Lucian's side, moving up and down,
dragging her master's arm through her generous cleavage, the stretchy material
of her top allowing her to almost engulf his arm. Normally this treatment got
his attention immediately but he was so engrossed in his conversation with the
human girl that he didn't even notice. Moving on to step two she started to rub
one of her feet up and down his legs, even through the thick denim of his pants
he should be able to feel her doing it and respond accordingly. Nothing. By now
Cassie's manipulations of Shauri's chest were getting enthusiastic and in order
to be played with without any encumbrance Shauri pulled her small form fitting
t-shirt up over her chest and bunched it up under her arms. When Koshka saw her
Master's eyes widen at the sight of the Cheetit's soft white fur covered B-cups
exposed to the open air Koshka went from annoyed to pissed off in the blink of
an eye. While she could admire Shauri's breasts just as much as Lucian could
the Cheetits didn't belong to him and now that fuzzy little hussy had his
attention to boot.

Dropping
all subtle pretenses, human males were notoriously dense, and her Lucian was
even worse then normal, Koshka hiked her tiny little skirt up over her hips and
grabbed her Master's hand shoving it between her legs. She caught his earlobe
between her razor sharp canines and pulled his head down to her mouth so that
she could whisper directly into his ear. "Pet Koshka," she demanded.
Lucian did as he was told.

For
several long minutes the teen's conversation was interrupted as both of them
paid attention to their pokegirls. Koshka smiled as Lucian pleasured her with
his fingers, Cassie was still only playing with Shauri�s tits and Koshka's
contentment was visible on her face, though not for the apparent reason.
Lucian's manipulations of her were as pleasant and skillful as always but most
of her satisfaction came from her showing up Shauri again. Her eventual orgasm
wasn't earth shattering by any degree, it simply suffused her with a warm
pleasant sensation and the contentment that always followed such a pleasurable
release. When Lucian finally removed his hand from her he hesitated, normally
he simply would have cleaned off the sticky mess with his own mouth or he would
have Koshka do it but this time he seemed unsure what to do with it. When he
made like he was going to wipe it off on his pants leg Koshka calmly took hold
of his hand again and brought it to her mouth, as a feral she was loathe to let
anything go to waste.

Lucian
had been chagrined when he had noticed Cassie watching him "pet"
Koshka but after watching her give Shauri a chest massage he wasn't going to
stop. He rarely played with Koshka this way in public and when he did it was
normally in the back of a darkened theatre or just out of sight of everyone
else. This was the first time he'd ever pleased her in public and given the way
her sandy tongue was cleaning off his digits with a thoroughness usually
reserved for a different piece of meat she was quite pleased. The soft purring
that had started in the middle of their play quickly got louder until it
drowned out Shauri's expression of joy.

"You
always show her off like that?" Cassie said with a smile when Koshka
finally released his fingers from the warm wet suction of her mouth.

"Uhh,
well not usually," he said a bit nervously. "Do you?"

Cassie
smiled down at the pokegirl in her lap. "Well Shauri's not shy, and I
gotta find a way to keep her happy when I can't tame 'er at the moment."

Lucian
almost told her to not let his presence hold her back but thought better of it.
The pilot house was far forward on the ferry so that the area where they sat
wasn't that large but the occasional prospective tamer still wandered forward
enough to see them where they sat. Off to their right the sun sank slowly
behind the trees on the far shore.

�So,
what about your family?� Cassie asked.

�Not
that much to tell really, my Dad�s the local blacksmith and the only good one
in town so he makes a good living, he married a normal human woman when he quit
being a tamer and settled down, he kept a pair of fire type pokegirls, Suzuka
and Sally, a Growltit and a Charmelon, between the three of them they�ve had
me, my two younger brothers and my little sister.�

�So
which on had which of ya?� Cassie asked.

Lucian
looked at his redheaded companion and shrugged. �I don�t know. Well actually I
am old enough to remember that Suzuka had my little sister Nellie, but they
made me swear never to tell her.�

�What
about you and yer brothers?�

�No
idea.�

�Well
you�ve lived with them all your life; you�ve got to know them well enough to
have figured it out.�

Lucian
shook his head. �You�d think, but they�ve never given me any clues.�

Beside
him Koshka murmured, �Koshka know Lucian�s mothers very well.�

�Oh
no you do not,� Lucian snapped.

The
small grin that had been on her face a moment before widened. �Koshka know
Sally, Nancy, and Suzuka inside and out.�

�What�s
she talkin� �bout,� Shauri drawled from Cassie�s lap.

�Absolutely
nothing!�

�Come
on, I wanna hear this,� Cassie encouraged.

Lucian
just sighed and resigned himself to listening to the story all over again as
Koshka started to tell her tale.

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

When
Koshka had first arrived at the house she'd been an unholy terror, she'd spent
her entire life in the wild and it showed. Thankfully for most of the family
Lucian's birthday was after the school year ended which meant that he was home
all summer to deal with Koshka, a task for which he proved rather inadequate.
Getting her to wear clothes around the house had been the first challenge,
keeping her from destroying them with in twenty four hours was the second. Her
naturally inquisitive nature combined with a seemingly insatiable appetite lead
to the total destruction of the kitchen, on several occasions. Where and when
were appropriate times for taming was a battle that still hadn't ended, and
those were just the major things. Over the course of the summer Koshka had
slowly but surely learned how to behave herself, enough at least that she
wouldn't walk into the living room stark naked while everyone was watching TV
and bend over in front of Lucian meowing pitifully for a taming, again.

Then
school started back up.

Simply
keeping Koshka at home while Lucian went to school had been a Herculean task.
Dealing with her during the day was worse. Then only reason she had behaved
before was because Lucian asked her too, as soon as he was gone she was as bad
as she'd ever been, minus constantly begging to be tamed. In short order Nancy had had it, as the only person who stayed home who
didn't spend their day in the forge it was her responsibility to keep Koshka in
line, a task for which she was ill equipped. The Kitten's behavior was a
strange mixture of oblivious three year old, bratty teenager, and imperious
cat...girl. Sometime she did things because she didn't know better, other times
she did but she simply wanted to piss Nancy off, and the rest of the time, well she didn't
really care that you didn't want her to do it. Nancy of course told Lucian as soon as he got home to get
on Koshka's case and he did, but as soon as he left the next day she'd be back
to her normal feral behavior.

After
a few of the most exasperating days of her life Nancy finally enlisted the help
of her fellow wives hoping that the pokewomen, both former ferals, could help.
The problem with this was that she had enlisted the help of a pair of fire
types, where it had taken her several days to become completely exasperated
with Koshka it took them two hours. They had hoped that by choosing a Kitten
they'd wind up with a docile amiable girl that would be easy for Lucian to
train to behave and easy to get along with. They were now finding out that
Koshka was as strong willed and defiant as either Sally or Suzuka had ever
been. With this realization came the second that the only way to get her to
behave was the way they had been taught to behave, the carrot and the stick.

As
a Kitten Koshka was the weakest of the cat-types though she was still
physically stronger than many other pokegirls and since she was a feral she was
far stronger then any domestic Kitten. As a human woman Koshka found Nancy about as threatening as Nancy found Nellie worrisome. Suzuka and Sally were
another matter, both of them were born feral, both were highly evolved, and
both had spent most of their lives training and working hard, now the tables
were turned.

The
first time Koshka decided to go prancing through the house naked Suzuka had
been waiting. After having her bare bottom lightly singed Koshka had done what
would have been a very stupid thing in the wild, she'd turned on her attacker
and hissed. After another singeing, this time of some of the more delicate
flesh of her front Koshka leapt towards her attacker, the struggle was short
and completely one sided and had ended with Koshka pinned to the couch snarling
and hissing. The scene repeated itself several times over the course of the
day, sometimes with Suzuka, sometimes with Sally. By the second day Koshka was
getting the occasional carrot and on the third day Lucian found out exactly how
his mother's were training his pokegirl.

Lucian
always tried to schedule his classes so that the last one or two were complete
bullshit classes, ones he could safely miss and it not matter, like this day.
Seeking some relief from the tedium of school Lucian had ducked out early, for
once he actually had good intentions in doing so, he had a test coming up in a
few days and he could use the extra hour to study. When he got home the forge
was strangely quiet, his father was banging away as always but he didn't hear
his pokewomen mothers talking or the whooshing roar that would indicate they
were working. He did hear Nancy's
voice and while he couldn't make out all of what she was saying to his father
he was sure he heard his little Kitten's name once or twice.

He
soon inside the house and about to make he was upstairs, he was sure Koshka
would insist on a taming before she'd let him sit down and study but it was a
sacrifice he was willing to make. He was about to start up towards his room
when a muffled female exclamation caught his attention. With no other motive
then to find out where everyone was and what they were doing Lucian around
behind the stairs to the door to his parent�s room. The sounds coming from the
room were obviously female and Lucian surmised that his two non-human parents
had decided to take a break. One of the voices let out a howl that Lucian had
heard before and he knew that Suzuka was enjoying herself, but when he turned
back to the stairs a third voice suddenly chimed in very clearly, even through
the door.

"Fuck
Koshka!"

Lucian
froze as he tried to comprehend this.

&;Fuc;Fuck
Kosh...mmmphmm."

Turning
back to the door he slowly opened a crack it in a daze, not really knowing what
to think. The first thing he spied was Sally's deep red tail swishing across
the carpet, the tip held up in the air with a small flame consuming the end of
it. The door swung open farther revealing a pair of slim legs thrown over
Sally's shoulders as her head worked busily between them. Koshka's lightly
tanned body was spread out on the bed, as naked as she'd been when they'd woken
up though her face was obscured by Suzuka sitting atop of it shuddering in what
Lucian guessed would be her climax.

For
a moment he'd stared, confused, aroused, distressed, and disturbed until the
old hinges of the door squeaked loudly in protest. With a contented and mischievous
smile Suzuka turned towards the door asking, "So Nancy, did you finally decide to joi....LUCIAN!?"

"Mom?"

"Lucian?"
Koshka chirped happily.

Sally's
head immediately emerged from between Koshka's and turned back towards her son,
"Lucian!"

"Mom?!"

"Whatareyoudoinghome!?"
Suzuka said in a panic.

"What
am I...?"

Having
been on the verge of her own carrot and then suddenly having all the attention
snatched away from her Koshka arched up in frustration and whined,
"Somebody fuck Koshka!"

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

"Ohmagawd,"
Cassie giggled.

"Yep,"
Lucian said.

"I
don't get it," Shauri said as her Mistress continued to laugh and Koshka
joined in.

"Oh
darlin', I don't know if I should congratulate you or console you," Cassie
snickered.

"Go
ahead, laugh it up."

"Oh
that's funny," Cassie said as her laughter fell off. "So whad ya
do?"

"What
do you think, I went upstairs and let them finish."

Lucian
shrugged, "What could I do, they needed a way to keep her in line while I
was away."

"Oh,
that's sort of like the tim....."

For
the next hour or so as night fell Lucian and Cassie along with Koshka and
Shauri got to knowh oth other better. The talk was pleasant and free flowing
and when it came time to fall asleep Lucian let Cassie and Shauri have the
bench while he and Koshka took the deck underneath it. Eventually all four of them
fell asleep though not until after a little heavy breathing on all their parts.

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

BBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Waking
up to the bone rattling bellow of a fog horn isn't pleasant, waking up the to
bone rattling bellow of a fog horn and then immediately smacking your head into
a wooden plank half a meter over your head was worse.

Rubbing
his head and dealing with a set of Koshka induced claw punctures on his chest
and shoulder Lucian rolled out from under the bench Cassie was lying on and
stood up. Cassie was already sitting up on the bench and Shauri was beside her
though the Cheetit's sunflower colored fur was standing on end.

"Daaaamn
that was loud, you alright? Felt ya smack the bench there," Cassie asked.

Lucian
did his best to ignore the dull ache in his forehead. "Yeah I'm
fine." Koshka crawled out and joined them a moment later, her normally
sleek black tail puffed out like a bottle brush and she was trying to smooth
the fur of her ears back down by licking the side of her hand and then running
it through the upright fuzz.

The
boat was approaching a small wooden dock on the edge of an island. There was no
beach visible, just a meter high seawall jutting up out of the surf that the
red clay soil went right up to. They were coming up on the north side of the
island and only a few meters of packed red soil separated the sea wall and the
pier from the five meter highcretcrete wall of a compound. The island wasn't
particularly large but it looked like the compound took up most of it, unless
the back side of it was unusually large Lucian guessed it covered a good ten or
fifteen acres. Atop the wall he could see men in a black uniform patrolling the
wall but most of their attention seemed focused inward rather then outward.

Walker, everybody OFF!"

Lucian
and Cassie gathered up their things and made their way down to the lower deck.
Below everyone was slowly filing down the gang way and onto the pier. At the
foot of the gangway was a young woman with a clipboard who was checking
everyone off a list. Whatever she was doing took a minute and with more then a
hundred people ahead of them it took a while for them to make it off the boat.

Lucian
killed time by observing the people around him. For the most part they were
male with only a few women like Cassie, they all looked in good physical shape
and were for the most part Lucian's age but a few guys who looked to be in
their mid twenties and even one who had to be in his thirties were sprinkled
through out the crowd.

Finally
they made it to the gangway, there were only a handful of people behind them,
and the woman with the clipboard stopped Cassie and started inquiring about her
name, birth date, ID number, and the like, obviously making sure that Cassie
was indeed Cassie and supposed to be there. Then it was Lucian's turn.

"Name,"
she said tiredly.

"Lucian
Graner."

The
woman flipped through her list to the page where she though his name should be
and studied it for a few seconds, when his name didn't appear on the list in
the proper place she flipped forward and backward a page but still didn't find
him.

"Garner?"

"No,
Graner. The guy at the station up the river couldn't find my name on the list,
he said that..."

"Oh,
you're him." The woman flipped to the last page of her list and ran Lucian
through the list of questions before saying, "You're lucky, we got your
registration about an hour ago."

"Guess
I am." Lucian replied before following after Cassie and Shauri who were
now waiting on the end of the dock with the rest of the group.

Three
men in black t-shirts and olive drab wilderness pants were standing in front of
the large metal gate that covered the entrance to the camp. When the tallest of
the three seemed satisfied that everything was in order he adjusted the red
baseball cap on his head, pulling it down even tighter on his head, and took a
step forward.

"FALL
IN!" When the milling of the crowd only increased the sharp angular
features of his face locked up in what they would all learn was its default
position, pissed. "I SAID FALL IN! Stand Up Straight, Face Forward,
Shoulders Back, AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Immediately
all extraneous movement in the crowd ceased and everyone did their best to
comply with the man's orders, but one conversation didn't end immediately. The
instructor, at least that's what Lucian assumed he was, had little difficulty
shouldering his way through the crowd to the source of the problem, he was a
good head taller then almost everyone present, including the other instructors
he had at the gate. Lucian was able to see the person who had earned the
instructor's wrath and the boy didn't look very contrite as the instructor
stormed up to him.

"What
part of shut up did you have trouble understanding!" the instructor
demanded.

"I
wasn't done talking," the kid said back sarcastically.

"On
the ground, fifty push ups, NOW!" the instructor snarled as he shoved his
face to within a centimeter of the kids.

"Back
off jackass, I ain't doing that!"

"Sergeant
Paulson, escort this punk off my island!" he said without ever backing up.

"Yes
Sir," the shortest of the three black shirts answered and he quickly came
up and grabbed the boy and started to push him back towards the dock.

"Wha!
What!? You can't do this!" the kid screamed.

"The
hell I can't."

A
few heads started to turn to follow the boy's exit but when the instructor
bellowed, "Eyes FORWARD!" everyone did as they were told. From the
corner of his eye Lucian watch as the stunned youth was shoved back aboard the
ferry by Paulson and the gangway was pulled back. Immediately the ferry started
to back away from the pier.

"The
first thing you need to remember here in Camp Walker is that my word is law. The second is that not one
of you are a tamer yet. If at any time I decide that
you aren't fit to be here you are gone, there are no appeals, there is no
review, if I say you're gone, you're gone! If that little prick had actually
wanted to become a tamer he would have done as he was told and he would have
shown a little respect, you would all do good to remember that."

The
instructor made his way out of the group and started to pace in front of them,
his eyes scanning the assembled crowd. "Your presence here does not
guarantee that you will become tamers, in fact one third of you will not even
complete the training. Your presence simply means that according to the panel
of shrinks and witch doctors and tamers to old to remember which hole it goes
in that wrote the test there's a chance that you might actually complete the
training. But in my eyes YOU ARE ALL EQUALLY WORTHLESS!"

He
moved to stand directly in front of the crowd and clasped his hands behind his
back. "It is my goal, and the goal of every instructor here to make sure
that at the end of these nine weeks you aren't worthless. It is our goal to
equip you with the knowledge and tools necessary for you to be tamers and not
get yourselves killed!"

"The
first three weeks of this camp will be make sure that you're in the physical
condition needed to be a tamer and to give you the book smarts to let you do
the job. The next three weeks will focus on how to handle a pokegirl, their
elements, feeding, care, and the things that will get you killed if you do them!
The last three weeks will be hands on, you'll learn how to survive in the
wilderness, take care of yourself and your girls, it will also be where you get
some hands on experience with a pokegirl."

At
the mention of hand's on experience with a pokegirl a way of snickers and
whispered jokes swept the crowd, the instructor was not amused.

"And
the first thing you will have to learn how to do IS TALK ABOUT SEX WITHOUT
GIGGLING LIKE A BUNCH OF FOURTEEN YEAR OLD GIRLS!"

Again
silence returned.

"At
the end of each three weeks you will be tested, if you fail these tests you
will be gone. After the first test the top five students will be rewarded with
a pokegirl of their choosing, after the second test all those of you who
haven't failed out will be assigned a pokegirl that we feel will best fit with
you. The final test is simple. You will go out into the wilderness for one
week, unsupervised, at the end of that week you will return to the camp, those
of you that have captured at least one pokegirl during that time will become
tamers, the rest of you, well there's always next year."

At
the end of the speech the two sergeants who had been standing behind the
instructor pushed the doors of the gate into the camp open and ructructor
yelled one last thing before turning and walking through the gate.

"My
name is Sergeant Barnes , welcome to Camp Walker."

Lucian�s Girls

Koshka
� Kitten

Cassie�s Girls

Shauri
- Cheetits

Author�s
Notes

Acknowledgements:

Lighthawk � My designated proof
reader, who subjected himself to this way too often.

Warpwizard � Who�s given me
a lot of advice on the mechanics of my writing.

Notes:

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