Unusual

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“Hey, ‘Wen, it’s your turn.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Just do it. It’ll be over fast.”

“No. It’s disgusting.”

“God, just get over here and take it like a pokegirl!” Aine slammed her foot down for emphasis. Grabbing hold of Aeronwen’s hand, she dragged the unresisting but lethargic dryder down to her level and forced the tip of a bottle into her mouth. Red, faux-cherry tasting liquid flowed down the pokegirl’s throat, instantly beginning its task of boosting her body’s immune system.

“Yuck,” Aeronwen gagged. The deed done, she quickly retreated back to her spot by the entrance to the cave she and Aine were currently using as shelter from the torrential down poor of rain that had begun three days ago. Using one of her claws attached to her lower spider body, she snagged a canteen from near the small camp fire and washed the horrid medicine flavor from her mouth.

“Stop being such a baby,” Aine admonished her, repacking the cold syrup into her backpack. The foul –flavored stuff was really far more than simple cold medicine. Designed specifically to prevent the break out of various diseases commonly caught by trainers and their pokegirls out in the wild, Aine had decided that having spent so many hours trucking about in the rain, the whole group was in need of an immunity enhancement. Slipping out of her damp shirt, she continued in a mocking tone, “You don’t see Undine complaining.”

Indeed, the small slimette pokegirl was not complaining. Quietly bubbling in a hole in the ground, the puddle of goo was happily soaking up all the dampness of the cave floor. While as of yet unable to communicate verbally in anything other than laughter and an occasional cheery “Slime!” the slimette could understand most of what Aine said.

As Aine pulled a fresh, clean red shirt over her head, Aeronwen threw a mocking comment back at her master.

“You drank it with juice.”

“Well, that’s- ugh, fine, I’m a wimp too,” Aine admitted. Taking a seat next to Aeronwen, she stared discontentedly out at the falling rain. “Why can’t one of us have the power to change the weather?”

Aeronwen shrugged, placing one of her giant legs behind her master for her to lean on. “I found the cave.”

“Yes, thank you for that,” Aine replied.

For nearly a week the trio had been making their way south from the town of Siren Brook. Fair weather and few feral encounters made for an easy, mile-consuming pace through forest and fields. With no real trouble, Aine had had plenty of time to get to know her second and unexpected pokegirl.

Dark blue and constantly bubbling like a brook, Aine had felt that the water nymph associated moniker Undine was a good choice for the slimette. The constant need for sex also helped reinforce the nymph image. Being a slimette, Undine needed to feed on sexual fluids three times daily, a daunting task for most tamers.

Fortunately for Aine, her fast healing ability allowed for a quick recovery time. Her hermaphroditic body was ready and able at all times, much to the delight of both her pokegirls. This was also very fortunate since there was no chance of Aeronwen being left out of a taming session, no matter the situation.

It was in the middle of one of these taming sessions five days into their trek southward that the rain had started. Traveling on an unseasonable cold front, the mass of storm clouds had rolled across the sky with all the force of Zeus behind them. The cold rain had fallen on top of Aine and her pokegirls so suddenly that they had all been completely soaked before Aine had even pulled her pants back on.

The rain had eventually lessened to a drizzle by night fall, but it had started back up in the morning and continued for a full two days. Undine had no problem with the weather, drinking up the water like a sponge, but Aine and Aeronwen were in a miserable state. Cold and wet, the two were desperate for shelter by the second night. The waterproof tent Aine had bought in town had turned out to be a complete waste of money, the lining faulty and full of leaks. Luck turned in their favor, however, when the drenched dryder had spotted the partially blocked entrance to an abandoned cave.

Most likely the construct of some earth type pokegirl, the empty cave was a heaven send for the trio. Though after spending a full day and night in a dirty, damp hole in the ground, both Aine and Aeronwen were getting restless.

Undine was just happy to be getting laid on a regular basis.

“I think the clouds might pass today,” Aine said hopefully, her hand trailing along one of Aeronwen’s claws.

“Hmm,” the grey skinned dryder hummed in response. Discreetly she placed her human hand on the back of Aine’s neck, rubbing the sensitive skin there.

“We should head out as soon as it stops; we’ve lost a lot of time here.”

“If you wish it.”

“’If I wish it?’ How very eloquent of you,” Aine teased the dryder. In fact, she was rather impressed with Aeronwen’s rapidly improving vocabulary. Every day she seemed to soak up more words like Undine soaked up water.

“El-o-quent. This means what?”

“Well worded,” Aine answered. After a moment of thoughtful silence, she continued. “Maybe I should teach you to read. I think you’d be good at it.”

Aeronwen’s face was suddenly very near to Aine’s. “There are other things I would rather do right now.”

“I bet there are…” Aine responded with an exasperated sigh. “Undine has an excuse. Don’t you ever get tired of sex all the time?”

“No. Do you?”

“Not really. I was just enjoying the pleasure of conversation.”

Growling in mock anger, the dryder stood up from her position next to Aine and took the few necessary giant steps for her to reach the still happily burbling slimette.

“What are you doing?” Aine asked, confused by the pokegirls sudden change of plans.

Undine, having reverted from a gelatinous puddle to her human from on Aeronwen’s approach, found herself unexpectedly pulled into the air for a passionate kiss. Taken by surprise, the squishy slime was unresponsive for a moment; But only a moment. The second her mind made the simple connection of ‘kissing equals taming’, she threw herself into the larger pokegirl.

Arms holding Undine around the waist and pinchers supporting her rump, Aeronwen turned the passionate kiss into an absolutely sultry one.

Tongue dancing with unnatural skill, she played across Undine’s own blue colored mouth in full view of Aine. With the slimette’s arms wrapped around her neck, the amorous dryder was free to move her hands up and down the smaller girl’s sides, stroking some spots, tickling others. Her hands never left her sides however, avoiding Undine’s truly erogenous zones.

This constant pleasurable yet not quite sexual attention was beginning to drive Undine a little mad. Having a low threshold for teasing, the slimette began to squirm in earnest, trying to force Aeronwen’s hands to where she wanted them.

Aeronwen continued to keep her hands away from Undine’s chest. One hand she moved to the girl’s back, stroking along the smooth flesh there but still refusing to dip into the areas Undine so desperately wanted her to.

Changing tactics, Undine began grinding her chest into the larger breasts of her harem sister. Pressing into her with all of her need, the pokegirl did her best to slate some of the desire overwhelming her senses.

With a swift and unexpected move, Aeronwen shifted her right hand from Undine’s side to her nether regions, penetrating her with two large fingers. The shock of the sudden intrusion erupted in a squeal of delighted laughter from Undine. Giggling like a maniacal trixie seemed to be the goo girl’s default response to any sexually exciting stimulus. Grinding her fingers into the depths of the slimette, Aeronwen pulled as many shrieks and giggles as she could from her intensely happy friend.

Raising her up with as much effort as she would use lifting a paper cup, Aeronwen added her tongue to the task of pleasuring Undine. The height of the cave’s roof was such that she was forced to lower her own body to the ground to keep from bashing the slime’s head into the ceiling. Still, with innate expertise she worked at Undine, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of release without ever allowing her to fall over into the oblivion. By this point, Undine was absolutely breathless from laughter.

Before the cries of joy could turn to pleading, Aeronwen rapidly attacked the slimette’s clit with mouth, sucking and licking hard, until in a final fit of gasping joy Undine climaxed. Reacting quickly, Aeronwen lowered the semiconscious pokegirl to the floor before her boneless body could fall from her grasp. All the while she continued to lick and suckle at Undine’s slit, gently easing off while the slimette recovered from her powerful orgasm.

With a movement of casual grace, the sensual spider girl sent a golden-eyed look over her shoulder that screamed ‘Do you still want to talk?’

Aine, for her part, found it very hard to swallow.

“You are such a tease,” She finally managed to say, finding it hard to remember why she had been so opposed to a little midday taming in the first place.

Rising up and walking in what could only be described as a strut, Aeronwen replied, “Shall we continue ‘Speaking?’”

Thinking it over, Aine decided she could give just as much as she could take. Standing and taking what she hoped looked like a casual stretch, she commanded in her most authoritative voice, “Lets clean up camp, it’s time to get moving.”

“What?” Aeronwen shifted from sexy to shock in an instant.

“Well, while you two were having fun, it stopped raining. And you know what?” Aine didn’t wait for a response from the stone still dryder as she pulled a large green garment from her pack. “I finally finished fixing your clothes for you. Why don’t you put this on while Undine and I put out the fire?”

Giving her tamer a look of utter desolation, Aeronwen muttered, “This is not fun teasing.”

“Well, maybe next time I’ll tease your way. Right now, put your shirt on.”

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Not even half an hour later and Aine was regretting her decision to forgo a taming and continue the hike southward. The rain had chosen to resume its fall, albeit in less of a torrent but more of a miserable drizzle. Worse, the days of downpour had turned the trail they had been following into a river of mud, which had very nearly succeeded in devouring her shoe.

What truly bothered her was Aeronwen’s silence. Not once had she spoken a word since they had left the sheltering cave. While not exactly a chatty personality, the dryder did usually like to ask questions while they walked; names of things she saw or had seen, meanings of certain words, simple things to talk about and pass the time.

But now, she remained silent as a tree, the only sounds she produced came from the flapping of her loincloth like outfit as she moved.

Aine had considered trying to teach Undine words again, but had decided not to bother. Her last attempt had failed miserably and she doubted there would be a different result so soon. So, she too kept silent, worried thoughts that she had perhaps been too harsh in her teasing rolling around in her head.

Even Undine, feeling the tension, kept quiet as a pool of water. Her usual playful mood gone and her ever present grin dampened.

Checking the time, Aine sighed at the thought of another four hours of the same uncomfortable silence before making camp for the night. The light rain falling on the hood of her grey jacket made annoying pattering noises in her sensitive ears, impossible to ignore without some other distraction.

Exasperated enough to concede defeat in their contest of wills, Aine finally spoke.

“Are you really mad at me? Because I only meant to make a joke. You can take the clothes off if you-“

“Shh.”

Aine stopped walking, startled by the idea of her pokegirl actually shushing her.

“What?” She demanded, turning around to stare at the now motionless dryder.

Aeronwen said nothing, her yellow eyes scanning the cloudy skies. Her posture tense, her pincer arms were drawn back in battle ready positions, water droplets falling off of the grey chitin. Undine too was in a defensive stance, knees bent and ready to move, her face also turned skyward.

Reflexively Aine moved to the side, away from the road and toward a copse of trees, taking Undine’s hand to keep the slimette near her. Both pokegirls kept their eyes on the heavens, the trickle of rain coming down obscuring their vision.

A minute passed without movement, Aine with her back to an elm and Undine standing guard in front of her. Aeronwen never moved a single muscle, frozen in readiness for some unseen danger.

Looking for some hint as to what could be causing so much apprehension in her giant pokegirl, Aine pulled out her pokedex and began searching for flying pokegirls native to the blue league. Guessing that whatever was hiding in the skies was, in fact, a pokegirl, she hoped that some foreknowledge of what might be above them would help if it came to a fight.

A sudden sharp whistling noise zipped overhead in the same instant as a mass of wood and foliage fell upon her head. Before she knew what was happening, Aine was buried under a heap of branches, hundreds of pounds of weight pinning her to the wet and muddy ground.

A shout of alarm came from nearby; she assumed from Undine due to its high pitch. For her part, Aine could make no noise, the wind knocked from her by the logs slamming down onto her back. She could see nothing, her field of vision constrained to the twigs and leaves in her face.

More wind whistling blew by above, and the concussive thump of heavy objects hitting the ground shook her with seismic force. Growling and screeching reached her ears over the din of wind, leaves and rain in her ears. Aine pulled desperately on a branch that had pinned her left arm, managing to pull her hand free at the cost of some skin. Working through the pain, she tried to push off of the ground and free herself, but the awkward positioning of her arms and the great weight on top of her made that impossible. All she could do was listen to the sounds of wind and battle from her wooden prison in the mud.

Panic rose in Aine’s chest as the noise of combat continued. A mountain may as well have been on her back for as helpless as she felt. A pained shout shredded her nerves, the voice of Aeronwen unmistakable. Thrashing as much as she could, Aine pulled on the splintered timber around her, trying to wiggle free. Her struggles seemed in vain when unexpectedly the load on top of her lightened. Blue hands grabbed hold of hers and yanked hard, ripping some of her clothes but pulling her out of the tangled mess of tree limbs.

Undine wrapped her arms around Aine, forcing her back down to the earth. The gelatinous girl threw herself over her tamer, doing what little she could to protect her from the dangerous shrapnel whizzing through the air. Sticks and stones careened hither and fro, carried by unnatural winds.

Looking up from her position, Aine was finally able to see the source of wind and carnage. The view horrified her.

The creature had wings, many of them. Maybe six from what Aine could see, but they flapped constantly, visibly stirring up the wind, sending slashes of magic driven air all about it at random. Bone yellow skin combined with long, thin arms and legs gave it a sickly look; the curving talons replacing fingers and toes shifted the impression to a malevolent one. Aine assumed the thing had to be a pokegirl, its thrashing and spinning body seemed to have somewhat feminine curves.

Aeronwen’s grey bodied visage suddenly blocked her view, the spider beast grabbing wildly at her opponent with strong arms and stronger claws. The winged pokegirl swooped all about the clearing, making break neck turns at lightning speed. Like a bird taunting a bull, it flew in close to peck and instantly withdrew, leaving the much slower dryder to grasp at nothing.

Doubt and fear paralyzed Aine’s mind. ‘What do I do, what do I do?’ repeated over and over again across her consciousness. She was the tamer, she was supposed to be commanding her pokegirls, yet she had no idea what to do. Aeronwen was so impossibly huge and strong, Aine had never bothered to think up any more complicated a battle plan than ‘Attack.’

'What am I supposed to do against that?' Aine asked herself hopelessly.

The enemy clearly had the advantage in speed. Effortlessly it dodged all of the dryder’s attacks. It even flew down close to the ground, putting itself practically under Aeronwen’s feet to trick her into stomping down into the clinging mud. Every time she did this the earth shook, but every crushing blow was a miss; the flying demon would then take advantage of the time it took Aeronwen to recover by slashing at her with razor claws. The strategy was simple, but it was working. The bigger pokegirl was already bleeding badly from a multitude of lacerations to her vulnerable upper torso.

A blast of slicing air whistled by Aine’s head, ripping into the tree behind her like a buzz saw. More branches fell, and she could see that all the trees around were sharing a similar fate. Broken branches lay everywhere, the smaller ones twirling about in the tempest winds with the still faintly falling rain.

Aine dug her nails into the mud, desperate for a plan and nothing was coming to mind. Aeronwen was simply too slow for the ungodly creature, and Undine was not fit for any kind of combat at all. The squishy slimette did not have much chance against an angry titmouse under normal circumstances, which they were certainly not in.

Looking at the long, sharp wings flailing about the demon, Aine was struck with a moment of inspiration.

“Undine, this is probably a bad plan, but I need you to do something for me.” She spoke into the pokegirl’s ear. Moments passed as she explained as quickly and simply as she could, as Aeronwen struggled against the battering winds and slashing pokegirl.

Without question Undine obeyed her tamer’s commands and immediately ran towards the densest area of trees. Waiting only long enough to gather her courage, Aine jumped up and followed her, shouting at the top of her lungs:

“Aeronwen! Run here! Run over here!!”

Her calls were heard by the dryder, who showed clear confusion at the order but dutifully followed it. Moving with a level of speed Aine would normally consider amazing, Aeronwen sped towards her on eight powerful legs. The winged pokegirl easily flew circles around the land bound spider, continuing its deadly assault.

By the time Aine had made it to the thickest region of tree growth, Aeronwen and her pursuer had already caught up. Grabbing her up with ease, the grey skinned dryder cradled Aine protectively in her arms, running forward at her tamer’s direction.

Viciously assailing them, the flying demon sliced apart the upper tree limbs in its way, dodging this way and that around the trunks as it screeched inhumanly. Nothing was going to distract it from its violent, single-minded goal.

Evading as many of the wind attacks as she could, Aeronwen crashed through underbrush, trampling saplings and fallen logs without regard for anything other than the safety of the human in her arms. The ground was churned into a trail of mud in her wake.

The whistling wind was abruptly overshadowed by a far more musical note. Standing atop a large uprooted tree a few hundred yards away was Undine.

“Aeronwen! Go to her!” Aine commanded, silently praying that the slime girl had understood what she had wanted her to do.

Her worry was unwarranted. As they approached at breakneck speeds, Aine had enough time to see that there was a deep hole in the ground where the roots of the tree had been pulled out; whether it was the result of nature or a feral pokegirl did not matter, it was exactly what Aine needed.

Throwing herself out of the dryder’s grasp as soon as they were close enough, Aine yelled out her plan.

“String shot! Web the trees! Pull her out of the fucking sky!”

Without hesitation Aeronwen began to discharge webbing all over the trees around her. Thick strands of sticky, steel-strong rope flew out from the spinnerets on the back of her spider abdomen, binding to the trunks of trees with supernatural speed and accuracy.

As the spider pokegirl spread her webbing, Aine literally tackled Undine into the damp, muddy hole. Partly shielded by the mass of roots over their heads, the two did their best to just stay out of the way.

Far too quickly the multi-winged monster was upon them. Easily it danced around what little spider silk had been sprayed, throwing its attacks at Aeronwen as it dodged through the tree tops.

But time was working against it. As bad as the slashing wind attacks were, Aeronwen withstood them and continued to spray her webs. Unbreakable and multiplying, the sturdy strands began to catch and pull at the flying beast with every swooping turn it took.

All it took was one wrong turn, one careless move, and the demon’s advantage was gone.

A sharp sickle wing flapped against one of the sticky traps. The adhesive was nowhere near strong enough to hold the deranged creature for long, but it was caught in one place for a moment and that was all Aeronwen needed.

Instantly she focused her spinnerets on her enemy’s struggling form. In seconds it was covered in a mess of indestructible spider silk.

Its wings were quickly stilled, wrapped up and immobilized. The webs bound its flying form to the trees, against which it struggled vainly. As it was wrapped in a cloying cocoon the monster railed against its binding, screaming with demented rage. The winds that surrounded it increased to a tempest, matching the shrieks in intensity.

Grabbing hold of one of the silken lines, Aeronwen ended the tirade. Jerking sharply, she ripped the web free of its attachments to the trees and sent the demon crashing to the forest floor with enough force to send a shockwave of mud rippling through the earth.

The wind stopped. Just like that, everything became utterly still. The only movement from the skies was the still lightly falling rain.

Aine slowly crawled out of the mud pit, Undine silently following. She approached Aeronwen, the dryder standing directly above the unmoving form of their fallen enemy. Keeping her distance, Aine inspected the creature.

“Well, this is the ugliest pokegirl I’ve ever seen,” She commented aloud, her voice cracking. Indeed, the face of the assumed pokegirl was sallow and drawn, the skin pocked and the nose bent. Her hair was a ragged mess and her entangled limbs were so wretchedly thin Aine found it hard to believe that there was anything more than bone beneath the fetid hide.

Searching her person, Aine cursed with frustration. “I can’t find my pokedex! I need it to identify this… thing.” Looking up at her pokegirl, she asked, “Do you think I should keep her?”

The look of disbelief on the dryder’s face said everything.

“Right, well, we should take her into the authorities, anyway.”

Pulling out a pokeball, Aine hesitantly threw it at the dreadful pokegirl. With a snapping motion quicker than thought, a clawed wing slapped the device out of the air.

Launching upwards the beastly pokegirl flew into a twirling cyclone of shearing winds. Her wings wholly unnecessary for her magic powered flight, most of them remained bound while the strands of web stuck to her spun around with her, acting as stinging flails. One bark encrusted thread sliced into Aine’s face so hard it threw her to the ground.

All this happened in a second of time, and in another second the demon pokegirl was gone, slipping out through the treetops into the open sky. By the time Aine had regained her footing, there was not even a wisp of wind left behind.

What was left, however, twitched in Aeronwen’s claw. In that violent instant, she had ripped one of the pokegirls wings off.

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There was something sadistic in the design of the wooden chairs lining the right-hand office wall. There were no arm rests and no cushions. They were too thin. Each chair was positioned in front of an inset window, so there was no place for a person to lean their head. The back rest was low and sharply edged. The legs were just slightly unbalanced.

Aine sat with as much dignity as her tired body could manage, but every time she adjusted herself to keep her rear from going numb the chair wobbled, and she was forced to rebalance or spend her time rocking back and forth.

Aine was certain this was on purpose.

The only other occupant of the room was not inclined to conversation, and so was unlikely to confirm her suspicion if she asked. The pokegirl was almost certainly a growlie, or some variation thereof. Silently she filled out paperwork from the comfort of her partner’s desk, her seat leather padded. There were two equally well made chairs right across from where the growlie sat, but no offer had been made and Aine was not willing to risk confrontation.

All in all, the Bloomfield police station was not making a very friendly impression on Aine. Her clothes still ripped and muddy, she had thought that at the very least someone would have allowed her a moment to wash and change, maybe a bit to eat, but that opportunity had not been given to her. Her stomach growled constantly, and whenever she wiggled her toes she could feel the grit in her shoe rubbing around, putting her in an ever fouler mood.

As soon as she had walked into town, there had been an officer waiting for her. Not that she had done anything wrong, of course, the man had told her. But some farmers had seen her bedraggled form walking towards town and thought that she might have needed some help, and oh, why are you carrying a large bloody sack under your arm?

That was a good question.

The sack was really the remnants of her shredded tent. As Aeronwen had had all of their equipment on her back for the duration of her fight with the still unknown pokegirl, few items had escaped undamaged.

The blood had come from the wing Aeronwen had snatched off the monster. Proof of her encounter had seemed like a good idea, so she had wrapped it up and had put up with the decaying stench for the three day jog it took to get to Bloomfield.

That explanation was apparently not a good answer.

A police interrogation room had not been the first stop on Aine’s agenda, but it was the officer’s. It took the police three hours to confirm her status as a tamer. During that time she had been forced to tell the story of where the disembodied wing had come from, by her count, thirty seven times. Officer Thompson, the man that had picked her up, had stayed with her the whole time, emanating waves of suppressed hostility.

This was a familiar feeling for the young hermaphrodite, even if the police station was a new twist. Most people who met her for the first time reacted with disbelief or hostility, her nature was just too bizarre for a normal, reasonable person to accept. So, Aine just ignored the angry stares and aggressive behavior. Every word from her mouth was calm and polite.

She kept her cool while they questioned her. She stayed calm when they took her pokeballs away for inspection. She stayed silent while she listened to Officer Thompson call in the town doctor to personally examine her, and she cooperated while the doctor scanned her with every piece of equipment he owned.

Finally, they believed her. They accepted her existence, confirmed her status, and declared her free to go. But here she still sat in the police station waiting for them to return her pokegirls and the damn chair she was sitting in was going to make her loose her mind.

Breaking it apart with her bare hands, burning it to ashes and then spitting on the soot, that was exactly what she was going to do in five minutes if they did not bring her ‘girls back. Growlie be damned, that dog was not going to stop her. At least not before she put the chair through the window.

A door on the other side of the station opened right in the middle of Aine’s chair-centered destruction fantasy. Officer Thompson walked through, his bush of a beard obscuring what was undoubtedly a frown. It had to be, since he was looking at her. Another man followed behind him, who Aine had not yet met. The doctor had been the only other person to interact with her at the station; she was beginning to suspect that Thompson was the extent of Bloomfield’s police force.

In any case, the new man was rather fat. Fat and wearing a business suit, which was so completely out of place in a farming community that Aine almost forgot how pissed she was. Almost, but the wobble in the chair brought the anger right back.

“Ms O’Brennan,” Officer Thompson waved his hand at her, signaling her to get up and come to them.

As glad as Aine was to get off of the horrid chair, she still mentally frowned at the man.

'He won’t even walk all the way over here? What an ass…'

She purposefully took a little longer to gather her pack and things from the floor next to her than it should have taken. A worthless act of rebellion, her inner voice reprimanded her, but she did it anyway. When she finally reached the two men, Thompson immediately introduced the other man.

“Conway. Allen Conway, from the Bank.”

“Aine,” she politely shook the man’s proffered hand. “Was there something more?” She directed this question towards the officer.

“Your pokegirls,” He abruptly shoved the two balls into her hands. “And your reward certificate.” He pulled an envelope from his pocket and pushed that into her hands as well.

“My what?” Aine looked at the paper packet.

“Your reward ma’am. Ah, sir.” Mr. Conway answered her without actually providing any new information. Aine almost groaned but caught herself. The rotund man was confused about what pronouns to use for her, which meant Thompson had told him about her specific, personal nature.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Aine stated. “What reward?”

“You don’t know?” The banker guffawed in amused disbelief.

“For capturing a dangerous pokegirl,” Thompson threw the words at her with disdain. It seemed his hostility towards her was only growing with each passing second.

She looked at the envelope in her hand and started to pull it open. “But I didn’t capture her, I only got a wing.” Aine half mumbled.

“Not that.”

Aine stopped and looked back up at Thompson.

“We don’t know what that wing is about. We will send it off to a city laboratory when the next delivery truck passes through,” He spouted crossly, no doubt feeling very inconvenienced that he had to put up with the now rotted piece of flesh. Or that he was still talking to Aine, she guessed.

“This reward is for the capture of a feral Dryder, sir.”

“There’s a reward for Dryders?” Aine turned towards Mr. Conway. His cheerful statement made no sense to her. If there was a reward, why had not her pokedex said anything about it?

His personable smile never wavered. This was a smile meant for making people feel at home, and even if it was blatantly forced, at least it was better than Thompson’s scowling face.

“Yes, the reward for the successful and confirmed capture of a feral Dryder is three million six hundred eighty five thousand SLC. Do you have a bank account for us to deposit that to or would you like to open a new account today?”

“No it isn’t.”

Mr. Conway’s smile faltered a little. “Yes, I assure you, it is.” He pointed at the letter Aine held. “That is the conformation right there. Faxed straight to my office from the league capital not twenty minutes ago.”

Aine turned from the banker to stare at Officer Thompson. Like most other people, he was a few inches shorter than her so when she leaned towards him her shadow overcast him. This made her glowing eyes all the more prominent as she quietly asked, “Are you trying to trick me?”

The older man’s expression showed a little less anger and a little more fear as Aine kept her eyes locked on his.

“Of course not,” He replied defensively. “There wouldn’t be any point to that.”

“This isn’t a trick, ma’am,” Mr. Conway approached her. “This reward is real!”

Aine angrily pulled out her pokedex. “Then why doesn’t this say anything about it?”

“That model is over two decades old. The data is probably corrupted!” Thompson shouted at her. “That piece of garbage belongs in the trash. Now that you have a few million, go buy yourself a new one and get out of my town!”

With that, the fuming officer stomped off to his desk. The growlie that had been doing paperwork flew out of his way before he sat down with a thud in his chair.

Aine stared after him, but was too startled to say anything.

The banker cleared his throat uncomfortably.”Well, how about we take our business over to my office.”

“Fine,” Aine said after another moment of silence.

Both banker and tamer quickly walked out the door while Officer Thompson burned holes into the backs of their heads.

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That Bloomfield had a bank at all, much less one of such size, truly surprised Aine. Two stories tall, probably a basement too, fully equipped with every kind of technological device a modern establishment should have, most of which were things Aine had only ever read about. At least a dozen humans and pokegirls worked in the place; most likely there were more out of view. A single tower of modern-day advancement in a wilderness of rural stagnation.

All such details were peripheral to Aine right now though. She still had trouble comprehending just how much money she was being given. Over three million SLC had been placed in her account, an account that previously held a maximum of three thousand credits. An account that she had been quite certain would be emptied of all funds in less than a year. Now, a year of spending would hardly make a dent in the balance.

'What am I going to do now?'

Aine had been asking herself that question all afternoon. The banker Conway had been more than willing to give her some investment suggestions, but she had been too wary of a stranger’s advice to listen. After an hour spent in an office confirming the transfer and listening to the man shoot sales pitch after sales pitch at her, Aine had politely begged off and escaped to the building’s lobby. There were several over-stuffed chairs and a sofa on one side, and she had sat herself down in one and not moved for some undetermined amount of time. The current hour was not at the forefront of her thoughts.

'Why am I acting like I just found out my house burned down?' She questioned herself in the privacy of her mind.

The answer, she decided, was simple shock. That, and a heaping load of exhaustion.

Aine had yet to eat, yet to wash the grime from her body, never mind sleep. The past few days had not been restful, and she was fairly certain that sleep deprivation was having a serious influence on her thoughts.

She needed time to process what had happened, that was what. Too much had happened in too short a span of time and now if she did not take a moment or two to collect herself she was going to start bleeding out the eyes.

Aine stood up, looked at the mess her dirty clothes had done to the fine chair she had been using and apologized to a nearby employee.

“Think nothing of it,” had been the dismissive reply. The chairs were made to come clean easy, he had explained. Farmers, after all, were their regular clients.

Not seeing any more reasons to delay, Aine strode out the door before Mr. Conway could appear and try to explain stocks and bonds to her again. Her finances could wait, she needed a bath.

Outside, Aine immediately felt better. Not that the bank had been unpleasant, but the outdoors portion of Bloomfield was an undeniably better sight. A small, quiet farming community, not unlike her home of Oaklyn, except that instead of forests, Bloomfield was surrounded by rolling hills covered in, predictably, blooming fields.

Sunflowers, daisies, poppies, carnations, clovers and more, and those were just along the sides of the main road. Every window had a flower box and every lamp post had a hanging planter. Some buildings even had murals of flowers painted on them, as though having the real thing everywhere was not enough. The whole area looked like a painting made real. Even the sun setting in the background looked as though it wished it could linger longer over the picturesque scene.

The sun setting? Aine quickly checked her pokedex and discovered just how much time had gotten away from her.

'I need to find someplace to stay tonight.'

Unfortunately, Bloomfield did not have a proper pokecenter. Just a town doctor that dealt with both human and non-human patients, so there were no free rooms like in Siren Brook. There was a tavern, but Aine could see from where she was that there was no chance of her getting a peaceful sleep there. Half the local community was already inside, drinking their daily woes away.

She checked her pokedex map, which, considering its recently discovered errors, seemed suspect. But it had the village in its database, and it indicated a designated campsite for tamers was just on the other side of town.

A short, yet uncomfortable, walk later and Aine was pleased to see that her ‘dex was at the very least stocked with accurate maps.

The campsite, however, was really more like a garden from what she could see. Not that Aine was going to complain, but the whole affair seemed rather over the top for a place where tamers were going to spend most of their time sleeping. Or doing other things that did not involve the appreciation of local topiary.

Naturally, there were flowers everywhere, some of which were beyond Aine’s knowledge. Perhaps even imported. Ten foot tall bushes had been shaped into walls, dividing up the area into a dozen private camp spaces. The partitioned areas were arranged in a crescent, perpendicular to the dirt road that went by it. A big, oval building was pressed right up against the garden crescent, so that the way between them was like a hall, lined with flowers.

The building, made of brick and marble, was covered in flowering vines. Before Aine even came near it she could smell the sweet scents coming from the nectar filled blossoms. The aroma was enough to make her feel immediately relaxed, all the tension disappearing from her body. A large window with a counter took up the front side of the structure, which Aine assumed was the check-in station.

Her assumption proved correct, and a rather gaily dressed man offered Aine her choice of which campsite she would like to use.

“The third spot is taken,” He explained cheerily. “But all the others are available. The bathing and restroom facilities are in this building, so please feel free to make use of them. You can stay for up to a week if you need to, and our only rule is that if you have any fire types, please keep them stored.” He gestured at their surroundings with a prideful grin. “You wouldn’t want to ruin all our hard work, would you?”

Aine chose the farthest site from the road, signed her name to the register, thanked the man and left before he could start asking questions about her appearance, or worse, her eyes. The whole day she had been forced to go without wearing her colored glasses that could hide her most obvious inhuman feature. She had yet to find them in her tattered backpack, and she was fairly certain that they were lying somewhere in the forest mud three days back eastward.

'Well, at least I have the money to buy a new pair,' Aine mused. 'Hell, I could buy a bag full of replacements now, in case I lose some.'

Her inner machinations were violently interrupted by a shoulder to her gut.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” A small shape cried out after having suddenly plowing straight into Aine.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” Aine automatically replied. The collision had surprised more than hurt her; Aine felt her heart race with adrenaline, her body still on high alert.

“No, forgive me, it’s my fault.” The girl before her insisted. “I was looking at the grass instead of the door, and I wouldn’t have run into you if I had been looking at the door so it’s entirely my fault.”

Aine had to take a moment to interpret the extremely fast spoken sentence. “It’s fine. The grass is… very distracting. It could happen to anyone,” She did her best to placate the still apologizing girl. “It’s fine, really.”

“Ok, good, I really didn’t want there to be bad feelings around where I’m going to be sleeping because that usually leads to bad dreams and no one wants bad dreams. Unless you’re a lemure, but I doubt you are, and I know I’m not, and I don’t think lemures can eat their own nightmares anyway-”

Aine could only watch as a veritable flood of words came from the mouth of the short girl. The whole speech was given in a heightened pitch, and far faster than Aine could keep up with, especially since the topic changed more often than a sane person should be able to accomplish.

“-and I really think that I should buy you a drink sometime, because that’s really the best way to apologize to someone and I don’t think I have the time right now because I have to get back to my pokegirls but maybe some other time. And did you know that your eyes are glowing?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, just making sure.” The girl stopped for a moment, hands clasped behind her back, staring at Aine in an almost expectant manner.

What she was expecting, Aine had no idea. Before she could say anything, the girl quickly walked off to one of the campsite gates.

“Goodnight!” She turned and called back to Aine, then disappeared behind the wooden door.

“Goodnight…” Aine replied. She felt somewhat certain that she had been asked out for a drink somewhere in that hodgepodge of unstructured vocalizations. Or maybe the short girl had just been talking about drinks. Aine could not tell.

Cautiously Aine made her way to the last gate door, hoping not to run into any more people with bizarre speech patterns. That worry proved unnecessary as she reached her chosen site with no other encounters.

Once inside, Aine put down her bags and took a moment to take in her surroundings. The enclosed camp space was much larger than she had thought it would be, for which she was grateful. She had feared that Aeronwen would have had to have remained inside her pokeball.

A brick-made fire pit took up the center of the area, with slightly worn indentations circled around it marking where previous tamers had set their tents. A couple of wooden tables with benches lined the back wall of greenery, along with a pile of chopped logs. Everything appeared to be meticulously cared for, showing that whoever was responsible for upkeep had an amazing eye for detail. Not a single leaf was out of place.

Not wasting any more time, Aine pulled out her two pokeballs and hit release. She stood blinking for a moment from what she considered to be a far too bright flash when very unexpectedly she found herself laid out flat on the ground.

“I feel that this happens to me far too often,” Aine dryly muttered.

Glancing down, she found a blue body of bubbling slime wrapped tightly around her. That she should have expected this crossed her mind, as Undine had not been freed from her electronic prison since the attack.

“There are better things for you to feel right now,” A solemn voice sounded as a dark shape appeared overhead. “Much better things to feel…”

Aine inhaled sharply as a pair of strong hands began to forcefully remove her jeans.

“Ah! Wait, I haven’t washed yet! I need a shower first-” Her words were cut off as Undine’s tongue took advantage of her open mouth.

The slimette’s kiss was filled with a needful passion, and it entirely took Aine’s breath away. Her own tongue could not help but respond to the sensual movements, momentarily putting all thoughts concerning hygiene on the back burner.

The feeling of cold, evening air followed by warm, wet flesh on her cock threw her thoughts even further off track.

“God,” Aine gasped aloud as Aeronwen virtually devoured her dick in a single gulp. With furious speed the dryder thrust herself up and down Aine’s shaft, able to deep throat her tamer due to her greater size.

Undine, however, refused to be ignored. With just as much lustful intensity as her harem sister she fell upon Aine’s throat and shoulders, licking and sucking everywhere, homing in on the most sensitive spots. It was with triumphant satisfaction that she discovered a tender spot of flesh just below Aine’s jaw that caused Aine to writhe.

Before Aine could get used to that sensation, Aeronwen switched her own form of attack. No longer moving her head, she instead held herself steady somewhere at the midpoint and focused on using her tongue to bring burning pleasure to Aine. At the same time, the salacious pokegirl forced two large fingers into Aine’s pussy.

Suddenly, there were too many different sensations competing for Aine’s attention. Her neck, her cock, her pussy; the intensity was too much. A lascivious hymn of moans fluttered out of her mouth with every breath, Aine’s bodily reactions allowing her mind no control.

There was an abrupt reprieve from Aeronwen when her mouth left Aine’s desperately throbbing shaft, exposing the spit-slicked flesh to a nighttime chill. The sun setting had gone unnoticed, and Aine’s distracted thoughts briefly flitted over the problem of not setting camp when there was light.

That thought never even gained full conception as Aeronwen slipped her lips over Aine’s clit and began sucking with just as much force as she had done to her cock.

The move was so unexpected it launched the young tamer into an immediate orgasm. Aine had experienced greater and more passionate pleasure in past tamings, but this was such a forceful and unexpected event it clouded Aine’s eyes in a haze of lustful bliss as her dick ejaculated load after load of her essence into the air.

For Aine, there was no meaning to the word time as her orgasm played out, sending electric currents up her spine that arched her back and curled her toes. It could have lasted for minutes, or hours, but either way Aine could focus on nothing as the mind-blanking haze of satisfaction filled in for her brain’s momentarily lost function of higher reasoning.

Eventually the fog lifted and Aine became aware of her surroundings once more. Her eyes were able to take in the fact that while Undine was still on top of her, she no longer faced her. With some effort Aine propped herself up on her elbows and see what her pokegirls were now up to.

A jolt of arousal made her dick twitch as she saw her sexy slimette hungrily lapping all of her cum from Aeronwen’s soaked head.

It seemed as though someone had dumped a bottle of glue in Aeronwen’s hair, the sticky white substance making her already white hair shine in the dim light. Much of it seemed to have dripped all over her forehead, a particularly thick strand flowing slowly down the bridge of her nose. Even as she watched, Undine gobbled the pearly cum up, leaving no trace behind.

It seemed only seconds until Aeronwen’s face was clean again, though her hair was still a mess. Her yellow eyes had been closed for the cleaning, but now that it was over they were open and stared with wanton desire at Aine.

Seemingly without any effort, Undine doubled the sexiness of the smoldering look by wrapping her arms around the dryder’s neck and pressing herself cheek to cheek with Aeronwen, adding her own oddly lustful smile to picture.

“How do you two do this to me?” Aine asked them while her heart beat a furious tempo, “How do you make me forget everything else but you?”

Aeronwen’s mouth split into a grin to match Undine’s.

“We can tell you,” She replied, eyes turning mischievous. “But it needs… demonstrations.”

“Demonstrations,” Aine echoed. Then smiled. “Well, demonstrate for me.”

Aeronwen and Undine did just that.

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And here is the fourth chapter, signifigantly later than I had intended. Blame the video game industry; it's not my fault all the best games come out at the same time...

Anyway, thanks to all my readers for their patience, and especially thanks you to my reviewers. Everytime I read one of your little notes it motivates me to write even more. I suppose it's just a human thing, the need to have some kind of reward after hard work done.

Thanks again, and see you next chapter,

Phanes