At half-past seven, the entryway door of the Asra household was pulled open, and one overly smug teenager strode in. Behind him, a grape-skinned girl closed the door again, and rushed to catch up to him. She practically bounced at his side, tucking her arms behind her and tilting her head inquisitively.
"Sooo, master, any chance of more 'rewarding'?"
Sobek responded with a wave of his hand. "I'll have to go see what father wanted first, of course. but sure. You did great today. Head to my room and read the book I left on the side, I'll be by in an hour or so."
Sobek, like most properly trained tamers, had learned several styles of martial arts to a high skill level, including the hypotheticals of ones he couldn't use at all because they required a tail, or the ability to control winds.
A pokegirl would only be able to rely on her tamer's skill, and none of her own, with a sufficiently strong psychic bond. The second stage, the delta bond, sufficed for this. However given that it took time to form such a bond, it was generally wise to have a new pokegirl go through her own martial training to supplement her master's skill.
Kenya was likely originally meant to be a tamer herself, and as such would certainly have some skills. But all the same Sobek thought it was better to have her learn those he was familiar with, which was the contents of the book he'd left beside his bed.
Sobek spared a glance at Kenya's behind as she dashed off, before heading off his own way. Soon enough he had arrived in the west wing of the compound. Sparkling blue light filters in through the tinted windows, playing across the mosaic-covered walls and the hard stone floors that made up the interior corridors.
A million little dots of blue light glittered across the image of a beautiful white-haired woman with hand-like wings sleeping on the ocean floor, like the countless tiny fish that lived there.
The windows were square panels of blue and cyan glass, fractured from the moment of their creation to split light. The effect was something very few would ever see, and in the right light would even make rainbows.
All very rich and ostentatious. But that was the kind of thing that was expected when you were a noble family, even a minor one.
The west atrium's door was made from light wood, and opened easily, revealing a glass-roofed, glass-walled room that looked out over the bay. This was one of the largest rooms visible from the outside, a show of intimidation and wealth as much as it was a functional and comfortable room.
Across the room stood a tall and stately man, looking out through the far wall over the bay. behind him, his coattails fluttered in a wind that no one outside his family knew was something he purposely had the coat made to do, because it looked cool.
Adrax Asra glanced back at his son, and an almost-hidden grin appeared on his face. "Sobek. Incredible performance today, as expected. Naturally, even having chosen a venipede of all things, you still excelled." he spoke in a dry voice.
"Of course, father." Sobek responded smugly. "Though, there was a dratini in the books that they'd lost track of. Do you know anything about that?"
"Hm? Why yes, I do believe I recieved forms just a few hours ago for licensing a new tamer with a dratini. One... Quentina, was it?" with a few quick strides, Adrax reached the filing cabinet that had been set against the glass wall, pulled the drawer open, and started leafing through the papers within.
"A... B... C... Charlotte? Yes, this was the one. A highly impressive specimen, and capable of using dragon rage as well. Couldn't be the same one, though. She was tamed three months ago, according to this. Even disregarding that, only newly thresholded girls were in the books you were given. Such a pokegirl would not be able to use dragon rage."
Sobek rubbed his chin, cupping his elbow in the other hand, and frowned in suspicion. "Claimed by who, exactly? If I may ask, of course."
"One... Brent Manners, it seems."
Sobek blinked.
...What?
Charlotte was in fact the very girl he'd had that man, Engine, he thought?, watching. He'd thought Brent seemed, if very strange indeed, and perhaps incompetent, at least qualified and licensed.
But if his suspicions were indeed true, it seemed the very dratini that he was meant to own may have been stolen by a commoner? An unlicensed one, even?!
"Sobek, if you have something to say, then say it!" his father said, and Sobek noticed that he'd been almost grimacing.
He clenched his fists and stared straight forward. "Merely a suspicion, father. I shall have to investigate further, but it is likely no serious problem."
"You are certain of that?" Adrax questioned, and Sobek nodded. "Very well then. I shall leave it to you. On to the topic for which you were called here, then. First, I noticed that you didn't use Rollout at any point during the battle?"
"A matter of convenience, father. It seems that my pokegirl is unable to act immediately after finishing use of Rollout, and not very impressive at bouncing the boulder. Without time to correct that I opted for strategic use of Harden and gravity to increase manoeuvrability."
"Used Gravity did you? truly a very special venipede indeed!" Adrax exclaimed, chuckling in amusement.
"Of course! The reason I picked the venipede was because it was secretly a psychic super-venipede!" Sobek laughed.
"But really, while it saddens to hear that the training center neglected to correct a deficiency in your starter's basic moveset, using Harden like that was an inspired move. I noticed, also, you detected my wartortle in time to aim that kick at an advantageous time?"
"Just careful observation of the water currents, father. The disrupted flow of the foam helped, of course."
"And of course your eyesight was keen enough to spy the tiny changes in current that would suggest an attack." Adrax nodded conspiratorially.
The two nobles chuckled for a moment, before Adrax spoke again. "Did you have an idea of potential companions? You know you'll have to pick quickly and get going if you want to get to Ecruteak fast enough."
"Ecruteak, father?"
"Head priest Arben has sent message stating he wishes to speak to you in person. Such an opportunity is not to be missed."
Sobek nodded. The head of the burned priesthood was an exceptionally skilled tamer, and one of the things that made Ecruteak city so important on the world stage, but more importantly as the head of the burned priests he was said to have a mystical connection to the legendary pokegirl Ho-Oh.
He would have to go in person, of course. Nothing less would be acceptable in this situation. This was certainly no problem, but he would have to pick others to travel and train with him for the journey soon enough.
Enlisted tamers couldn't travel from their own city in any official capacity, but even so it was common practice for noble families to sneak their retainers through registration for a second time to protect their members.
This naturally couldn't be done with anyone recognisable, however, and Port Kineya was rather starved for powerful but anonymous tamers, so the Asra hadn't done so.
All the same, Sobek had noticed several tamers who's circumstances had clearly been altered for his benefit.
One tall boy who had worn armour to his match had a cherubi who he recognised from classes he'd sat in on at the taming center. Not combat classes, but cooking classes. Should he ask that boy to accompany him to Ecruteak, his pokegirl would be able to produce high-quality meals from anything they could gather, and would even be able to use her grass-type moves to help collect food.
The pidgey he saw another guy commanding would be an effective scout, particularly given his own pokegirl's lack of natural aptitude for the role. Pokegirls that actively hunted flying types were rare around here, and natural animals would never be able to kill one.
"I understand. And yes, I did see several possible candidates, but I intend to put as much time as needed into the decision. Would I be correct to believe that...?"
Adrax nodded. Alright then, Sobek thought. He would need to travel to Ecruteak with great speed, given that the man who had sent a summons was soon to sequester himself for a season.
Again.
Really, the man sequestered himself far more often than he really needed to. It was almost enough to make one wonder what he was doing in there.
Adrax presented a letter with an amused smile. "That will be all, but before you go I'd like your opinion on this."
Sobek walked over, and looked over the letter.
Huge property damage...several injured...suffered disruption... Ah. It was another letter from Brandon Oxidei of Olivine City, accusing Larion of having another storm redirected into his city.
"Do you think I should call him an arse-eating gibbon, or a decrepit corpse?" Adrax questioned.
"The second one, father." Sobek responded, internally grinning. It was always fun to piss off the self-important head of the Oxidei family. That was probably why Larion had started doing it in the first place, and definitely the reason Adrax was covering for him.
Even better, Olivine didn't have even one tamer on the Asra's level. Perhaps the entire Oxidei family and their strongest retainers could defeat Adrax or Larion, but the lords of Port Kineya knew the value of teamwork, and indeed could probably defeat Olivine City's entire tamer force on their own.
As a result, despite his whining, Brandon couldn't actually do anything. If Adrax confessed to his actions, Brandon might be able to go to the Blackthorns or the Maples and beg help, but he was far too astute to do such a thing.
Adrax clapped him on the shoulder. "Alright, son. Now, best be off, hmm? You'll be wanting to have some fun with your new pokegirl, I imagine, heh."
Sobek strolled out of the room with a grin on his face. He had some rewarding to do.
A reward of her, or for him?
Eh, Sobek thought. Both.
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Sobek's room was in the north wing, positioned at the top of a spiralling staircase that wound about a multi-storey water feature.
It was a well-made statue, but strange - to all appearances, the sculptor had started by trying to form a human body, before changing his mind to some kind of rock-type pokegirl, only to change his mind again and create a mountain of smooth and winding pale grey stone that looked similar to a person and similar to a monster and not quite like either.
The water feature had originally been intended as the way into his chambers, as had the ones alike to it outside his father, uncle and other family member's rooms, but the lack of a sufficiently powerful water type who could be spared permanently for something as petty as fancy doorways put shot to that idea.
He walked up the stairs quietly. Not slowly, not putting real effort into silence. But quietly. Only someone who was distracted would fail to hear him.
He walked up to the large wooden door set into the wall, and turned the handle slowly, letting the door quietly open and walking inside, shutting it with just as little noise.
Sobek was met with the sight that he'd taken care to remain unnoticed for.
Though he'd rarely use it, his chambers did have a small adjoining room. Stone-floored, with a straw dummy set up inside, it was by far smaller than any one of the many training rooms available within the house Asra compound, never mind the public areas accessible to any qualified trainer of Port Kineya.
It is within this room that he sees his venipede going through the motions of a move designed to inescapably crush enemies under overwhelming force - assuming, that is, that the pokegirl using it has some method of delivering that force.
The higher levels of that art, the Demon Speed Stream, required moves Kenya would never be able to use. Aqua jet and surf, at least. Whirlpool, and hydro pump, and even freeform water manipulation.
But the lower levels had no such requirements, and as the heir to the Asra family Sobek had memorised the fighting style in great detail. Given that he knew these techniques, Kenya would be able to use them well with only minimal practice due to the alpha bond.
It was that same connection that Sobek was suppressing temporarily. Once it was more solid neither of then would be unaware of the other's presence, and even now if Sobek wasn't hiding it on purpose Kenya would sense his arousal, and feel his eyes on her.
And while he enjoyed the girl's attention on him, Sobek couldn't resist continuing to watch her practice.
While he could easily command a show, and Kenya would likely provide one if she got so much as a hint he wanted it, there was something to be said for the innocence no person born of this hell-damned fuck-world truly had in sexual matters.
An innocence portrayed quite nicely as the pokegirl bounced on her heels before spinning round and delivering a quick jab to the air, grinning as she spun again and fired three poison darts into the floor with a quiet 'pew pew pew!'.
The innocent glee she expressed at the simple powers afforded to her by her pokegirl nature was amusing, particularly given that she'd almost certainly had them for some time now.
On top of this it was clear that she didn't even have a second thought for her naked breasts bouncing around, on full display. No, that's untrue. But she only considered them in terms of their effect on momentum. It's clear that nakedness being a problem doesn't even occur to her.
Even as she went through structured movements, Kenya danced excitedly like a little girl given the power to fly. It was cute, almost as much as watching her very matured body sway and bounce was sexy.
But she certainly seemed to have gotten the hang of the basics of the style, and that much would do for now. Sobek released his control over the alpha bond, and Kenya whirled around to face him almost at the exact same moment. Her eyes lit up with an excited fervour and she instinctively moved to dash towards him, catching herself a second later and coming to a stop just in front of him, as he mentally demanded.
Even so, Sobek could clearly tell that his first pokegirl is excited, both physically and mentally. She's been ready to go for several minutes now, and he's not quite hard yet.
A problem easily solved, however.
"Kneel."
A shudder went through Kenya as she dropped unceremoniously to her knees and clasped her arms behind her back, sitting on her feet and looking up at him with burning yellow eyes full of the very devotion he fucked into her.
Sobek slid his trousers down over his dick, took a half-step forward, and flopped it onto Kenya's face, watching her slitted eyes focus on it and the lines widen slightly.
A blush would be hard to notice on her red skin, but how she leaned against his cock, licking at it with the tip of her tongue and how she let out heated breaths that cut off half-way through was indicator enough.
"Take it in deep, pet." Sobek ordered, and Kenya slid her face along his penis, making sure to keep in contact the whole time, before popping the tip into her mouth.
Kenya stared up at her tamer in obedient bliss as she sunk down his length, taking it into the back of her mouth and then further down, sinking down until her lips reached his base. Sobek felt her tongue sliding around him, working to please him as she lifted her head up slightly only to bring it back down again, massaging him with her throat.
He brushes a finger over one of her antennae. Simple blunt spines with only a black stripe around the middle breaking their colour - the same as Kenya's skin, and her hair. While a normal insect's antennae would be flimsy things, however, her's are hard, and firm.
It's almost too much, he thinks, glancing at her high ponytail. After all, what's the point of three handles? Regardless, he grips both antennae firmly and looks Kenya in the eye as he pulls her back to only half-way down him.
There's not a hint of reluctance in her burning yellow eyes as she silently begs him to keep going, to go faster, harder.
The telepathic bond goes both ways, and though Kenya cannot order, she can make request. It is due to this that Sobek starts manhandling her head up and down his cock, thrusting in and out of her throat faster and faster, speeding up and using more force until he's brutally fucking her face.
Even as he fucks her throat, Kenya doesn't resist. Rather, she sends another request, speaking even though her mouth and throat are stuffed.
'Harder! Faster!'
Sobek grins ferociously as he pounds her mouth harder, shoving himself deep into her over and over, and watches her shudder in front of him. The shudders grow considerably as he dumps a load into the back of her throat, forcing her to take it down by depositing it far enough in she didn't even need to swallow.
It's only a few moments later, however, that he pulls her head entirely off him, and holds the needy slut there until she refocuses and stares up at him.
"Pffwheh~ Master? Why'd you stop?" Her mildly annoyed confusion yields to anticipation again as he sends another mental image, and gives command again.
"Up, against the wall." Sobek growls, and Kenya jumps to her feet, only staggering for a moment before she leans sideways against the wall, arms pressed against it, standing on one leg and lifting the other as high as she can.
"Come on, master! Please? I'm ready, just like- Ah!"
In one movement, Sobek takes her lifted leg in hand and rests it on his shoulder, as he positions his dick at Kenya's sodden entry and shoves it in to cut her off.
The taller girl practically bounces on his dick, shifting in place as he fucks her against the wall. Sobek stares at the lewd expression on Kenya's face for a moment before grabbing her head and battling at her tongue with her own.
Kenya doesn't resist as her tamer gleefully plunders her mouth even as he spears her, just enjoying the ride.
He winds down after a minute or two, mostly because Kenya is finding it hard to remain standing on just one leg, and they move into the next room to actually make use of the bed.
The softer ground than the hard stone of the training room means Sobek can lie back comfortably and watch his pet monster girl fuck herself on his dick enthusiastically.
As his pokegirl works herself to another screaming orgasm, Sobek finds himself lost in rather depressing thoughts.
Her eyes are full of the same harsh yellow, but also adoring devotion, a level of submission to his will literally impossible for someone with a complete soul of their own.
That was the unfortunate truth of the metaphorical disease on humanity that was being a pokegirl, for even if only women were effected it changed humankind as a whole.
Perhaps it wasn't the soul. Perhaps that was a matter of philosophising. But there was definitely something broken deep inside every pokegirl.
The broken shards of what was a pokegirl's soul would only hold together for so long, and eventually they would fly apart and she would lose herself. Only through a human master filling in these cracks with their indomitable will could they stay sentient.
But this same procedure quite literally meant that the pokegirl's sentient mind was forged from a culmination of their original, broken self, and the will of their tamer.
Even then, those that could function as tamers were few, every human life precious, and endless hordes of feral pokegirls roamed the wilds, shattered souls without count that would never be restored to even the facade of individuality tamed pokegirls gained.
In the end, all the horror of this feral, monstrous world could be laid squarely at the feet of whoever had placed the transformative infection on humankind. Be that Arceus or who knows else.
"AAaah!~"
Sobek was cut off from his depressing thoughts by Kenya tightening again on his dick, crying out in ecstasy as she slumped forward onto his chest, her firm tits pressing against him and her head burrowing into the side of his neck.
He shifted his arms to grab her butt with one hand and hold her closer to his body with the other, and shifted into a more comfortable position.
This world may be a deathtrap with humankind hanging on only through determination and luck, but it definitely had it's good points.
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Sobek Asra woke up comfortably the next day.
Not only was he in a comfortable bed, but he had a cute bug girl nuzzled into his side, her sexy body pressed against him, and his dick still inside her, pressing against her insides now that he'd woken up.
It seemed she'd shifted in the night into a more comfortable position, and her legs were tangled with his in a way that would make it quite hard to get up.
Sobek pushed his finger against her nose, scrunching it up as she made a cute "bweh?" noise.
Kenya's eyes opened, and focused on the finger pressed up to her nose, staring at it in confusion. She grabbed it in her own hand and looked over their hands to Sobek as he pulled out of her and started trying to untangle their legs.
"Hey, get -uh gettof- ee!"
"Ow, tha- a- by- aah!"
Two tangled bodies landed on the floor with a 'Whump', rolled up in thick blankets.
"Okay, you stay still, and I'll climb out."
Sobek wriggled a bit, trying to free himself, and failed.
"Maybe if I try?"
Kenya tried to squirm out of the blankets, to equal success.
She had, however, managed to get far enough that Sobek's face was trapped in her cleavage.
"Mmmphrr!"
"Ah! Sorry, master! I'll, um, try and- Ahn~!"
Sobek bit down on what was in front of him, taking care to avoid actual damage. Kenya's hands, previously clenched tightly around the blanket to prevent an early escape, spasmed and released it. A moment later, Sobek was free and on hands and knees, looming over Kenya who smiled sheepishly at him.
"Bad girl."
"Muuu... I'm sorry..." she glanced away, in a weak facade of innocence. "Are you going to punish me, master?"
Sobek nodded, grinning evily, before enacting his punishment.
He stood up, walked over to his dresser, and started clothing himself. Before Kenya even realised what happened, Sobek was dressed and walking to the door.
"Wha- what? Are you just going to walk away?" Kenya asked in confusion.
"Yes."
"Bu- but th- uh?"
"Come along."
Sobek opened the door of his room, walking down the short corridor to the stairs, glad for one of the many conveniences house Asra had that allowed him to start his day in such a quick manner.
Because not only was Laera powerful enough to control several square kilometres of water at once, but she had fine enough control to cleanse all members of the household, showering them as they rested without even waking them or leaving water behind.
He grinned smugly as the disappointed pokegirl hurried to catch up to him, letting out a quiet whine at the lack of activity.
The north wing of the Asra compound was not connected to most of Port Kineya, and as such Sobek had to travel through the west wing to get outside. On the way, however, he wandered by the infirmary, and decided to pop in, to check if that minion had recovered yet.
The reception guy looked up as he entered, and greeted him. "Lord Asra? Good day to you my lord, is there anything you need?"
"Was there any servants brought in over the last week for a head injury?"
The man opened a file sat at the side of his desk, looking over the information for a moment before he responded. "Yes, one Daniel Engine. He woke up today, but is yet to be discharged. He's still inside, but if you need him to do anything strenuous I would wait a few hours."
"Nothing so dangerous." Sobek nodded as he walked inside.
Kenya looked curiously at him as they walked past the infirmary beds. "What'd this guy do, then?"
"He saw something."
"Something he shouldn't have?"
Sobek stopped for a moment in confusion. Had he actually implied...
It did seem so, actually.
"No, nothing of the sort. I told him to watch someone for me, and I want to know how he got injured."
By now they had arrived to the one occupied bed, in which was a short man with a bandaged head, a short moustache and weaselly features. His eyes widened as he saw them, and he seemed to start sweating as he spoke.
"A-ah, my lord! My task, I assure you, was completed to the best of my abilities, to the best of anyone's really, I'm sure it couldn't have gone better, and, information! I have valued information! What do you need to know, milord?"
"The pokegirl?"
"Of course, of course! A wonderful thing, it was! I was watching her as ordered, of course I was, when I saw something beyond wildest dreams! Even as I was watching I saw scales grow on her skin! A blue quite unique, and with the tail as well, no one could have mistaken her for anything other than a dratini! A rare find, rare indeed! But this man was the one to spy upon it, that is certain!"
"And, where is this dratini now?"
The man took on a panicked look, speaking faster. "Well that's the thing you see, my lord, I of course kept eyes on the girl, as long as could be really, but even despite my best attempts I could never have foreseen what happened! Why, I never let her out of my sight, not once, west, she was going, I'm sure, not escaping the port at all, never that, but in that direction! I'm sure, certain of it, she would never pass from my sight, but this noble spyman was struck down by an assassin during his duty!"
Sobek found himself almost wishing that 'assassin' had been successful, and perhaps let annoyance colour his tone as he spoke further. "Describe the assassin."
"Aaah... W-well, sir, I was struck from behind, never did I see that surely most skilled sneak-attacker, that devious foe, but even so my fine spying eyes saw out of the corner of my eyes a flash of blue! Surely a pokegirl, it must have been, a lapras or a vaporeon, to sneak up on me."
Sobek frowned. He knew of something else blue, that had been seen with what could have been a dratini.
He noticed the irritating man open his mouth again, and cut him off before he could start babbling again. "That will be all."
Sobek strode angrily from the room. Evidence was stacking up in support of that strange boy having outright stolen the dratini that should have been his.
He would have to confront him on these matters. The boy would have to prove the legitimacy of his ownership, because if Sobek's suspicions were true...
Once a bond was fully formed, it was so much harder to form another. Both because the pokegirl could fight back intelligently, and would against someone trying to turn her against her master, and because the previous bond itself would have to be degraded before a new one could form.
But it could be done.
At least until it turned into a delta bond, but having one so fast would be ridiculous.
As Sobek strode out of the Asra compound, water flowed up from somewhere below him, flying up to hover in the air.
It was an arrow, made of water, pointing to the left.
He took a step toward it, and it moved away. Another step, and it moved again.
The Asra heir had no way of knowing where the arrow meant to lead him. But with his family's authority over water borne from so many high level hydrokinetic pokegirls, he trusted that it could not be from an enemy.
So he followed the guiding arrow of water, his starter pokegirl just behind him, onward to greater knowledge.