Pokegirls - The Chessgame

Hey, it\'s blu3 again. I\'d like to give you a sure date on my next release, but I\'m afraid that that ain\'t gonna be happening as i have no idea when i can write. But, let me assure you, I will write it as quickly as possible and give you unedited, hot of the press writing to read, just as soon as i finish. You guys know I\'m a quick updater, even if my writing does suck some (lol).



It has come to my attention that as the fic progresses, it will become more and more difficult for anybody to visualize what is happening on the old man\'s chessboard. So I have taken it into my own hands to provide images of what the board looks like at this moment in time. (SPOILER ALERT!!! THIS PIC IS AFTER THIS CHAPTER!!! NOT BEFORE!!!!)



here\'s your link at http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll166/Blu3tehAdult/chessboard1.gif

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Hyoue woke up when the sun seemed to be several hours overhead, maybe just an hour before noon, by his guess. Looking around the tent, he did not see Asuna anywhere, and she was obviously not cuddled up next to him because he did not feel any warm comfy presence near him. He sat up, his arms resting on his knees. He remembered last night clearly, and he remembered what he liked and didn’t like about what had happened. Next time, next time, would be interesting. Hyoue licked his lips. He closed his eyes and visualized doing very naughty naughty things to poor Asuna. Oh, he liked being a tamer, alright. Yes, he did.

He got up and got on some clothes despite the fact that he was very very dirty and covered in cum and sweat. He took the time to clean up, and put away his bed sheets. He then strode outside where the heat was barely bearable, to find that his beautiful black ‘girl was hovering about 2 feet off of the ground, with both eyes closed and arms crossed, hands at her shoulders. She was also still naked, which rankled the newly made tamer, as he saw his ‘girl nude as a sign of his status as a tamer. 2 feet under her feet was some brush, still smoldering, obviously the remains of yesterdays fire.

Hyoue cleared his throat. Loudly. “Ahem!”

Asuna turned to see her tamer looking up at her, eyebrows raised. “Hello!” she said happily, smiling.

“What are you doing?” Hyoue asked his voice incredulous. “And how exactly are you doing it?”

“Good morning to you too!” Asuna slowly returned to the ground, coming to face her tamer. “Asuna was just practicing the skill of levitation. Asuna has that skill!”

“I see. And why are you talking in the third person?”

“Oh. Asuna has taming shock. It will wear off.” Asuna’s smile faded, and then reappeared. “How is master today? Did master enjoy Asuna’s first taming?”

At this, one side of Hyoue’s mouth turned up, a half smile, of him remembering good times. “Oh, yes, Hyoue most certainly did.” He said clearly, allowing himself a small smile as he gently poked fun at Asuna’s odd way of talking.

Asuna turned around, and proceeded to hide her own smile. Blushing, she asked, “Would master want to do it with Asuna again?”

Hyoue chuckled. This girl was already ready to go again. “There are other things that need to be taken care of.” He sat down, cross legged. “Please turn back to me.”

Asuna did so, staring at master with her head tilted to one side.

“We need to train you, find your full potential as a ‘girl. I need to learn what techniques you know, and you need to go through training. I want to push you, push you hard as your coach. I want to ensure you have enough stamina to fight, be tamed, whatever you wish. I want to know what moves you can use as a girl, so that we together can develop stratagem and mastery of arts so that you can essentially protect yourself, and me, too, if you don’t mind. This is what we must do today, after we find a way to wash up, because I hate being filthy.”

At this point, Hyoue let the sentence trail off. The surrounding landscape held for nowhere to clean up after that rough night of taming. In fact, there wasn’t any water on the flat grasslands that Hyoue could see for miles. The only place that would have water that they could reach would be fitness, and Hyoue would not go back there after he had just gone out, that would practically scream defeat! How was anybody supposed to keep clean after taming sessions? This was absolutely ridiculous!

He doubted that Asuna cared whether she washed up or not. One look told him that her ass had dried cum all over it, and she was walking around, NAKED, like she didn’t even realize that fact, although he thought it was more likely she just didn’t care about that fact. She was walking around naked for god’s sake. She didn’t care about decency for a moment.

Asuna was saying something about water, and Hyoue tuned in. “Asuna woke up early this morning, and Asuna found a well over that way while she stretched out in the sun!” She smiled happily, glad she could please master.

Hyoue was absolutely thrilled. He had been very afraid he would have to walk into some town dirty like this, and that thought appalled him. He got up. “Show me” he instructed, absolutely no room for argument anywhere in his voice.

Asuna, leading the way, lead her master not too far from their encampment, maybe twenty yards, where on closer inspection, one could see that a small blip turned out to be exactly what Asuna said, a well. The well looked rather modern, made out of bricks & such, so Hyoue doubted it was too old.

After fetching water, taking it back to camp, standing in a small tub that Hyoue had obtained by some odd means, and finally washing up, the pair finally was acceptably clean. All of this had nearly taken 2 hours, and by now the sun was well up in the sky, around noontime.

The two emerged from the tent, Hyoue now wearing a red tee shirt, and shorts, Asuna wearing another shirt of Hyoue’s, a yellow one that contrasted strongly with her black skin, but still managed to look sexy. She was also wearing rather loose and long baggy jeans that were also Hyoue’s.

“Ok. We’re ready.” Hyoue said. “Now, let’s test your stamina. I want you to run from here to the well and back, uhmm, 10 times. Pace yourself, and, go.”

Asuna started running, as Hyoue turned back and entered the tent. Grabbing his pack and bags, he took his now neatly folded dirty clothes, and put them in one pocket. Grabbing an empty duffle bag out of his backpack, he took his sheets and sleeping bag and silently rolled them into the duffle. He then exited the tent, to see Asuna coming back at a good, if not excellent pace, breathing lightly. He threw everything on the ground and proceeded to take down the tent, as Asuna ran her third lap.



The tent was down, and Asuna had just finished running. Her breathing was raggedy and very heavy, and she had several cramps that made her wince whenever she moved. She had noticed that master had not ran at all while he made her go through hell, and that made her rather annoyed that she was being treated unfairly. But she disregarded complaining or talking at all, because she couldn’t get a breath in as it was. Panting heavily, she watched as Hyoue folded the tent, once, twice, and three times, as he prepared for it to pack away.

Hyoue finished folding the tent up, and stuck it and its various metal bits into the bag so it could be carried. The tent went in the duffel with the rest of the living amenities for the road. He had let Asuna catch her breath as she stood behind him, and he now instructed her to drink water, which he took out of his pack and tossed at her. (bottled)

After Asuna drained the whole bottle, he took it back and put it back in his pack. “Let’s hit the road!” he said happily, and the duo moved on, leaving a smoldering group of weeds as their goodbye present to the land.

And on the board, the two bishops had moved to d2 and e2 to protect the king, and nonexistent queen. But black still loomed ahead, the seemingly ultimate destruction of White almost completely for sure.

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POKEDEX TIIIIME~! :3

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Name: Jamog, Hyoue



Age: 14



Status: Active



Level: 1



Licenses:

Tamer: Y

Master Tamer: N

Researcher: N

Watcher: N

Breeder: N



Harem:

Name: Species: Level:

Asuna Dark Elf 10



Badges:

None

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Authors Note: In the story that I already have planned, a loose, yet slightly firm (lol) set of what is going to happen is already set up. Which unfortunately leaves no room for this pokegirl, however, she seems to be my favorite as so far. Mebbe I can let a character have her... We\'ll see.

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ANGEL, the Avenging Pokegirl

Type: Near Human Metamorph / Very Near Human

Element: Flying/Magic (Celestial)

Frequency: Very Rare

Diet: human style foods, vegetarian

Role: aerial scout and shock troop

Libido: Average

Strong Vs: Bug, Fighting, Normal, Dark

Weak Vs: Electric, Poison, Water

Attacks: Gust, Psi-blade, Mana Bolt, Shield, Dazzle

Enhancements: Limited Metamorph - can manifest wings or dismiss them at need. Affinity: Magic. Efficient digestive and immune system. Low feral state resembles that of an Ingenue.

Evolves: Fallen Angel(major trauma/bad experiences; Dark Stone will greatly increase the chances, but isn\'t needed)

Evolves From: any Blessed pokegirl (Angel Stone)

Angels are something of a mystery. Not because they set out to be mysterious or anything, but simply because they tend to be aloof or quiet. Though not shy, Angels usually only speak when they feel there is something that needs to be said and have great difficulty with such things as "small talk" or "chatting". In spite of this, Angels are very caring and prone to sudden displays of affection, that can sometimes cath their tamers off guard. Even when they are not given the Alpha position, Angels look after their harem-sisters and will rebel against cruel, abusive tamers, often resulting in the death of either the Angel or the tamer. Fortunately, this barely ever happens, since it is almost impossible for cruel or abusive tamers to catch an Angel.

Although Angels make fine warriors, they loathe violence, considering it evil. A necessary evil, perhaps, but an evil all the same. As stated before, they will fight in the defense of someone else, but persuading them to fight for any other reason is usually difficult.

Recently, certain sections of the Church of a Thousand Gods are trying to spread the belief that Angels aren\'t \'just\' pokegirls with wings, but messengers from the Divine. Such priest or priestesses claim that their dislike of violence, their protection of the weak and the defenseless and their almost indiscriminate care for life are examples the Divine wants all to follow. So far, no Angel has commented on these beliefs one way or the other, although they do tend to smile whenever they hear about them.

Physically, all Angels are beautiful. They look like gorgeous regular women, but with the addition of very soft, very large, white wings. However, due to their aloof nature, this flawless beauty often seems like that of a statue - perfect, but not quite real. Their hair is usually long and blonde, although some Angels have been known to cut it short or dye it in a different colour. Those Angels have never given an explanation for this, but presumably they just think it\'s pretty.

All Angels wear clothes and, in fact, insist upon it. Any tamer who tries to force an Angel to be naked outside of taming can count on a very lenghty argument about the inherent immorality of public indecency. Taking away their clothes doesn\'t help either, since Angels are capable of taking clothes out of thin air (nobody really knows how, but this is probably done by magic). The type of clothes they wear speaks volumes about the Angel\'s mindset. An Angel that wears near-transparent robes that would be befitting of Paradise is likely to be more caring of others and will have difficulty understanding why people can be cruel or evil. An Angel wearing \'street clothes\', on the other hand, will likely assume that most people aren\'t exactly the purest souls around and will have come to the conclusion that the meek really do need all the protection they can get.

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