PokeGirls: Lucid Method

Arden

Something changed, and Arden opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was small bushes, but the angle looked wrong. It was then he noticed that he was above them, by a good forty feet. He didn't scream, a fall of that height with a landing in bushes shouldn't cause any major injury. But then he noticed something that changed his mind. He was falling, and the bushes continued to grow in his vision, until he realized they weren't bushes at all, they were trees. He was even higher up than he had originally thought. He didn't have time to determine his new height, he was already about to hit the ground. Instinctively, he closed his eyes as he felt his body battered as it crashed through the various branches of the trees, to land on the ground with a muted splat.

Splat? He blinked as he realized he was pretty much unharmed, his fall had been cushioned by something soft. He looked around, wondering just where he was, and his hand fell to his side, resting on whatever he'd landed on. At the same instant, even before he'd had a chance to notice that it was warm, a voice filled the air.
"Get off of me you bastard!"
"Wha-!"

Arden whirled around, trying to find the source of the voice, and in the process, rolled off of whatever it was he'd landed on. As he did, he noticed it was seemingly an amorphous mass of pink. Before he had a chance to react further, the mass formed an angry looking face and glared at him.
"So what's the big idea, jumping me like that!?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, but I really had no control. You see, I suddenly appeared in the air and I was in the middle of a fall. I'm really sorry."

Arden bowed his head as he apologized, putting the facts together. This being must have been moving under the tree at the same time he fell through it. Then when he landed, he fell right on top of it.
While he was thinking this, the mass seemed to be thinking thoughts of it's own.
"You just appeared? Great, another one. Alright, come with me."

Without waiting to see if he followed, the mass started moving, somehow able to move at a decent pace despite being a blob of sorts. Arden followed, as confused as he was about where he was, that being was the only source of information at hand. He tried asking where they were, but the bing didn't answer. He went silent, and focused on keeping up. Soon, they reached the end of the forest, and emerged.

They were at the edge of a large grassy field, speckled with various flowers and shrubs. Also, a man running straight at them. He wondered if the man was a friend or enemy, but the mass didn't seem worried, so he assumed they were a friend. They came to a stop a handful of feet away, breathing hard, as if running was something they didn't do that often.

They were a middle-aged man, if he had to guess, Arden would guess they were about thirty-five or so. They were pretty well-built, and seemed in top physical condition despite their age. They seemed flustered, though, like they'd just been given startling news. And sure enough, they had. They looked right at the mass, seeming to recognize and be familiar with it.
"The alarms are going crazy, did you see anything in this sector about five minutes ago?"
"Hello, Professor Maypole. Yeah, this guy here is a Visitor."
"A Visitor? Oh, very well. Okay, young man, please come with me?"

The doctor and the mass both set out, leaving a very confused Arden to follow uncertainly. He didn't know what they meant by visitor, but hoped it wasn't a bad thing. As he followed, they reached the top of the hill that had obscured a majority of the landscape, and he saw something that surprised him. A huge building, easily two stories, and wide enough to rival some schools. What was a building of this size doing this far out in the wild? They surely wouldn't get much traffic, would they? One more question he didn't have an answer for.

While he was thinking this, they arrived at, and entered, the building. Inside, it was clean without being sterile, and had a kind of homey, familiar feeling. Kind of like a family doctor's waiting room. There were several chairs scattered around the room, and he sat down when the Professor gestured for him to do so. The mass shuffled to a chair and moved up on top of it, somehow staying in place. The Doctor turned to face Arden, and he felt himself the subject of a closely scrutinizing eye.
"Let me guess. There was a swirly light, you went inside, and you found yourself in the middle of nowhere, right?"
"Umm, yeah, how'd you know."
"Happens more than you'd think, my boy, more than you'd think. At least it gives me plenty of practice with the speech."

Before Arden had a chance to ask what speech, the Professor pressed on.
"The light you saw was a distortion in the material that composes dimensional walls. Or you can call it a rip in the fabric of space-time. Either way, you're in a different world, a different dimension than you were this morning. Welcome, to the world of PokeGirls!"
PokeGirls? Arden knew what PokeMon were, those were the cartridges he'd been using for his experiment. But what was a Pokegirl? His puzzled look must have been pretty obvious, for the Professor was already going into detail.

"I see there are no PokeGirls in your dimension. Okay, long story short. Several hundred years ago, a mad genius by the name of Sukebe created creatures known as PokeGirls. Markedly non-human, they possessed strange and amazing powers, and he used them as an army to try to either conquer or destroy the world. Well, you can read the history books later, suffice to say he lost, and now the Pokegirls are a part of our world.
PokeGirls are quite different from humans. Like I said, they possess amazing powers and abilities, including an ability to evolve, to gain a more powerful form in a startlingly short amount of time. But as powerful as they are, they have equally high hungers. One such hunger, is for Tamings. If they don't get Tamed enough, they can go Feral, or wild and uncontrollable. Each Pokegirl is different, and needs Tamings on a more or less frequent amount. But, aside from the legendary Pokegirls, they all need Tamings. Taming, quite simply, are sex. To avoid a quite awkward problem, many people become Tamers, those who go out and take care of Pokegirls in one way or another. They keep several Pokegirls of their own, as a Harem, and give them regular Tamings. They use this Harem to take care of wild PokeGirls, or to partake in battles against other Tamers.
Contests like this generally take two forms. Battles, and Sex Battles. Both are pretty self-explanatory. Aside from those few tasks, Tamers are pretty free to do whatever they want. They can travel the world, see new sights, do new things, anything that strikes their fancy. Now, you are from another world, I'm sure you're pretty confused by all this information, and want to see more of what this world is like. So won't you become a Tamer? You can find out more about this world while we try to find a way to send you back to your own."
But his offer had fallen on deaf ears. Arden, unprepared for such a turn of events, had blushed noticeably ever since the Professor had first mentioned Tamings. It had only gotten worse from there, and he had actually fainted. Collapsed back in his chair, he was out of it.


Sakuya

Sakuya walked up to the door of the Tawaraya Ranch, and knocked smartly. The door opened quickly, revealing a cute girl with bunny ears. She smiled at Sakuya and motioned her to come inside, saying they'd been expecting her. Sakuya quirked her head, they'd been expecting her? She hadn't told them she was coming today, had her parents? No, she didn't believe so. So how had they known? She found herself led to what appeared to be an office without deciding on an answer. There was a large desk, with several chairs in front of it. She took a seat, and looked across the desk at the man sitting there.

He was a bit younger than she would have guessed, probably upper twenties or possibly thirty. He looked fairly muscular, he obviously had worked at his job, not just inherited it. He had a friendly yet guarded face, he was a sharp one. He flashed her a smile and she weakly returned one. She was still wondering how they had known she was coming today.
"So you finally became old enough to be a Tamer. Someone's been waiting very patiently to see you, you should go say hello. We can finish up any business later."

With that, Tohta gestured to a door at the side of his office. Nodding uncertainly, Sakuya got up and walked over to the door, before walking inside. It was kind of dim, it was hard to see that well. She saw a silhouette sitting down on a couch or something in the center of the room, and advanced a few more steps. The door closed behind her, doing nothing for her nervousness. Lights came on, revealing the other person in the room.
Could that really be her sister? Her sister had always been older than her, yet they looked scarcely a teenager. She was pretty sure they were a girl, but her chest was flat enough that it'd be hard to make sure. But aside from that, she was pretty sure it was still her sister. They had the same color hair, and she looked much like she had in their photo album, just from a half-dozen years ago.

Any further doubt she had was lost when the other person turned to face her. Their face brightened up and they launched at her, grabbing her into a fierce hug.
"Sakuya, you came! I knew you would, I just knew it!"
"Sister Maya?"
"Of course it's your sister, who else would I be? Wow, you've grown up! I'm jealous."

Sakuya blushed when she heard this. Both from the actual complement, and from her sister's hand cupping her chest. Her blush deepened when her sister's hand didn't go away, and she finally extricated herself from her sister's clutches. She tried to distract her by asking what had happened. When Maya had gone through Threshold, she'd been spirited away before Sakuya had a chance to say goodbye. She'd never even found out what sort of Pokegirl her sister had turned into. One that made her younger, apparantly.

Maya explained what all had happened as quickly as possible, all the while moving closer to Sakuya and reaching out a hand to caress her younger sister. Sakuya blushed again, and asked what in the world came over her, she'd never been like this before. Her sister rebutted that with the fact that she'd been through quite a lot of changes since they'd last met, and it was all she could do to take things as slow as she was now.

Sakuya gulped nervously, she didn't like what that implied. She pointed out that they were both girls, they couldn't go that far anyways. Her sister smiled as if she was aware of a secret joke, and told Sakuya to close her eyes for a moment. Despite how nervous she was, Sakuya trusted her sister, and did as she asked. She heard a few rustling sounds, and then she felt her sister pull at her hand suddenly, propelling her onto the couch.

Her eyes whipped open in surprise, and she blushed when she noticed her sister was sprawled on top of her, and naked as well. Again she was struck by how young her sister looked. She was virtually as flat as a board, yet there was just a hint of supple grace to her body. She shook her head in silent negation as she felt her sister starting to undress her. She asked why she was doing this, and Maya told her she hadn't been Tamed, not even once, in all the time she'd been waiting. It had been hard, terribly hard, and she couldn't stand it anymore. With that, she redoubled her efforts, and soon Sakuya was as naked as her sister.

Sakuya moaned as she felt her sister's warm breath against her neck, the faint sensation of her lips tickling her collarbone. She felt her sister's hand slide gently against her belly, tracing small circles on her skin. She shivered, this was all getting really naughty. Then she felt something else, something she couldn't place at first. It was poking her leg, just a little below her groin. Alarmed, she tried to glance down, but her sister stopped her, shaking her head. Sakuya tilted her head back, instinctively, when she felt her sister's lips moving to her chest, the feel of a tongue against her breasts. She moaned softly, she couldn't help it. Her sister took this for permission to proceed, and began sucking at one of her nipples, first the one, then the other. Sakuya moaned again, a little louder, and felt her crotch grow warm. She felt ashamed that her sister was getting her so aroused, but couldn't help it. She sighed in disappointment when she felt Maya's mouth leave her chest, but gasped in surprise when it moved south. She knew what was going to happen next, and didn't know if she could handle that. She tried to lock her legs together, and looked at her sister sadly.

"Please, Maya, no."
"I can't help it! If I don't do at least this, I won't be able to hold anything back!"
"Hold anything back? What are you talking about?"
"It's nothing, you wouldn't want to know."
"What are you talking about, I'm your sister! Tell me, please!"
"Okay, but don't be shocked."

Sakuya watched as her sister stood up, straightening up and moving her legs slightly apart. Despite herself, Sakuya looked down, and down some more, until she was looking at her sister's crotch. What the? There was something there that girls didn't have! She was pretty sure she knew what it was, but why did her sister have one?
"Well I might as well fess up to it. Yes, I am a PokeGirl. As for type, first off, I look so young because I'm a Chibi-type PokeGirl subspecies. As well, I'm a Dildo Queen. Yes, what you see is really part of me."

Sakuya couldn't stop looking at her sister's addition, and didn't think to object when her sister grabbed her hand and moved it to her crotch. She let her sister move her hand up and down, and blushed when she felt it grow bigger and harder in her hand. She looked at her sister's face, the pleasurable effects of her actions were obvious. She kept moving her hand, going a little faster now, wondering what would happen. Suddenly, her sister tensed up, and a white liquid shot out of her member, splashing Sakuya in the face. Shocked, Sakuya just blinked confusedly. Her sister smiled at her, and leaned closer, before licking her clean. Sakuya shivered, the sensation of her sister's tongue on her face was making her feel even hotter.

Still caught by surprise by that release, Sakuya didn't protest when she saw her sister's head move down, her lips brushing against Sakuya's chest and belly. When she felt the first puffs of hot breath against her crotch, it snapped her out of her lethargy. She tilted her head down, only to see Maya looking up at her, silently asking for permission. She hesitated, then blushed and nodded. After what had already happened, she felt she couldn't resist her sister any longer, she'd agree to almost anything she wanted.


Gin

Gin and T-elos continued to walk through the forest, increasing their search parameters. There had been several potential worthies, but each one had fallen to T-elos' assault in a matter of moments. He was fairly sure no Feral Pokegirl could defeat T-elos, but he wasn't looking for a victor, he was looking for one that could at least hold her own for more than a moment. A faint rustling caught his attention, and he turned to face it. T-elos was already in position, she had heard it even earlier than he had. They prepared for a battle, but the tension in the air passed quickly into nothingness when their opponent revealed itself.

They stood a good deal shorter than Gin or T-elos, barely standing four feet tall. They were covered in soft greyish-purple fur, and nothing else. Gin barely had to look to recognize the type, and instantly turned away out of disinterest. A Titmouse? They were so weak they didn't even deserve a Ranking. But when he started walking away, he noticed T-elos wasn't following him. Turning around, he saw her still staring at the newcomer, still as serious as ever.

"Something wrong, T-elos?"
"Negative. Subject's statistics merit further research."
"Are you broken? She's just a Titmouse, how powerful could she be?"
"Preliminary scans show she is a Rank A."
"Rank A?! Impossible."
"All scans come to the same conclusion, Rank A."
"That can't be right. Still, better check. Very well, fight her."

Without further ado, T-elos rushed for the Titmouse, who jumped in shock. It scampered to the side, somehow avoiding the brutal dropping heel kick T-elos had used. It kept trying to get away, but T-elos caught up easily, appearing in front of it before it had gone more than a dozen feet. It yelped and spun around, T-elos' fist crushing a rock instead of it's target as the Titmouse once again avoided the attack. T-elos rushed after it, one of her hands glowing silver for an instant as she used Metal Claw. It gouged a quartet of deep furrows in the ground, but again, missed the Titmouse through what seemed to be a fluke.

Gin frowned as he watched the battle, this was unreal. A Titmouse, of all things, avoiding T-elos' attacks? Maybe it really was Rank A? Until he knew for sure, he'd just have to catch it, and see it's stats through his PokeDex. That way he'd know for sure just what it was capable of. But first he had to catch it. He watched the battle carefully, at this rate the only way it'd be weakened is through general fatigue. He readied a PokeBall, and waited for the right moment.

There! It came to a stop, breathing kind of hard, it's little chest rising and falling visibly. He threw the PokeBall, and it hit the Titmouse, making it disappear in a flurry of crimson motes. The PokeBall shaked and shivered for a long moment, but then went silent. T-elos had stopped moving once the PokeBall had been thrown, and now reached down to pick it up, and hand it to Gin.
"Capture complete."

Gin accepted the PokeBall and held out his PokeDex, pointing it at his newly acquired Titmouse. All it's stats were now available to be read, from general measures of it's physical prowess to special skills it may possess. Most of the information was about what he expected. It possessed the general attacks he'd expected to see, and it's physical attributes were more or less what he had predcited, although it's Speed rating was a full level higher than a normal Titmouse. Overall, it's skills didn't seem to correlate to the Rank it had. A mystery, one he'd have to find the answer to. But not now, first he had a few other matters to deal with. From months of experience in reading her posture, he knew T-elos wanted to say something.
"Yes, T-elos?"
"Reminder of suggested imminent Taming. As well, Taming for newly-caught Titmouse is suggested."
"Oh yeah, I'd almost forgotten. Search for a place to set up camp."
"Affirmative."

They continued travelling through the forest while looking for a place to stop for the night, even though it wasn't dark yet. They'd be turning in a little early tonight, as they had some matters to attend to that worked best within private confines. They continued to keep an eye out for strong Pokegirls, but none presented themselves. Just the same weak ones they'd seen so many of already. At least they had managed to find one that could possibly be worthwhile. Not much, but it was a start. The sun had just started to sink into the horizon by the time they found a satisfactory place to bed down for the night. Many other groups had used it in the past, enough that there was a permanent firepit and several washroom facilities put in. As well, the sonic fences to keep Feral Pokegirls away while they slept lent a faint hum to the background noise of the forest.

Looking over the clearing, Gin nodded in satisfaction. It would work just fine. He set about setting up the tent, and in just a few moments, it was ready to house their nocturnal activities. By now, putting the tent together was practically an instinctive action, he'd done it virtually every night since he had first become a Tamer, and a few earlier nights besides. One of those nights had been the first time he had met T-elos, something that had shaped his development until he had matured into the reasonably independent youth he was today. But he didn't want to dwell on the past, he had work to do.

Plucking the PokeBall from his waist, he released the Titmouse, who looked around curiously. And nervously, of course. She hadn't been witness to the distance they'd travelled, to her it would seem almost like teleportation, although certainly not fast teleportation. Her nose wiggled rapidly as she sniffed at the air, trying to identify the numerous smells. As well, her big ears were picking up every sound in the area, and she was busy working on figuring out what each sound was. While the Titmouse got used to the new surroundings, Gin grabbed several foil-lined packages from his bag. He tossed one to T-elos, and one to a startled Titmouse, keeping the third for himself.

These pre-packaged rations were pretty bland and tasteless, but they were filling. And much easier to carry than all the supplies needed for preparing food fresh every night. Never mind the fact that the scent of fresh food would attract lots of Feral Pokegirls, sonic fence or no sonic fence. Gin began eating, assuming the others would do the same. T-elos did, quietly focused on the task just like he was. Aside from the food, she was eating the foil wrapper as well, her unique physiology having one of her dietary requirments be metal. The Titmouse looked at her meal curiously, and eventually figured out how to open it. Taking a nibble, she scrunched up her face. The food didn't seem to suit her tastes, so she looked around until she found a nearby Berry tree. Glancing at Gin and T-elos, she waited long enough to make sure they wouldn't stop her from going to forage for her own food. They didn't, so she scampered up to the tree and began plucking several berries. They were Oran berries, widely known as sweet-tasting berries, popular with most Pokegirls. After she ate her fill, the Titmouse gathered some more berries, and brought them back to the others. She held them out to Gin, offering him some.

Gin had kept an eye on the Titmouse as it had gone off, wondering if it would get in trouble. Titmice were generally thought to be ditzy, it wouldn't have surprised him if it had gotten into a situation. But it came back safe, and with some berries as well. He usually wasn't given to marks of appreciation, but being a good Tamer meant knowing how to keep your Pokegirls happy. He grabbed a berry from her hands, popped it in his mouth. Chewing, he nodded and patted her on the head, scratching lightly at the base of her ear. It seemed delighted, nuzzling against his hand for a moment before moving closer.

He had enough experience with Pokegirls to have a pretty good idea what was on the Titmouse's mind, and set his meal's remainder down on the ground, to take care of later. It was getting a little dark anyways, might as well get started. Motioning to T-elos, he opened the flap to the tent. It wouldn't be the most spacious for three inhabitants, but it would be possible.