There's only so much strategy can do, when you have only a single low level pokegirl.
It's worth a lot, of course. Battle strategy, knowing the types and attacks of both your pokegirl and those she's fighting, being a skilled fighter in your own right, all these things can change the flow of battle in an instant.
For someone like Sobek Asra, having trained to be the best Tamer he could be for his whole life(albeit with more of an emphasis on leadership than most), a complete loss could be turned to overwhelming victory, even from a weaker position.
But there is limits.
Limits easily bypassed - taming more pokegirls, training the ones you have, and so on. But all of that takes time.
All these thoughts went through Sobek's head as he flattened himself against the yellow granite cliff wall, peeking subtly around the corner once more to observe the travellers in the verdant valley below.
At the front walked that incompetent possibly-Unovan peasant, Brant, with the girl with the machop following him. Their pokegirls followed behind them, and this time the cloaks were discarded revealing something that both angered Sobek, and inspired caution.
It absolutely was Charlotte, the very Dratini he'd wanted. She was blue and scaly, and a lot curvier, but there was enough of the girl's original features left that he could recognise her.
Now, it wasn't technically a crime. He had no license, but there had been far too many cases of emergency taming resulting in a saved life for such a thing to be required, and he could get one soon enough, particularly having tamed something like a Dratini.
All the same, he was a mighty Asra who would join the ranks of his family as another in a line of great pokegirl tamers. For an incompetent plebian with a habit of denying reality to steal from him(even if it wasn't actually theft) enraged him.
But even as he felt the urge to leap down and smite the fool, it was tempered with a sensible caution. With Kenya at his side, no wild Poochyena or Weedle would pose a threat, but the same could not be said of a tame Dratini, crappy tamer or no.
Crappy he was. The boy wasn't even wearing a backpack, and his clothes visibly had a deficiency of pockets. He was wearing one of those wide-brimmed wooden hats that were great at keeping the harsh desert sun off your back while walking along the mist-shielded South-Johto coastline, and shorts that would do precisely nothing to protect his legs should he enter an area of thicker undergrowth.
Judging only by appearance and action, it would seem that this boy was about as incompetent as it was possible to be while still holding the bare minimum qualifications to be a tamer by being a member of the human race.
Sobek's eyes drifted to the girl walking next to him.
Long trousers, backpack, jacket with plenty of pocket space. She was clearly inexperienced, paying little attention to the environment and loudly conversing with the idiot, but she knew what she was doing at least.
Still hadn't noticed him though. Heh, peasants.
He nodded his head at Kenya, and she shuffled back along the ledge to the flatter hill behind them, Sobek following as they snuck down the hill and into the wooded areas at the bottom.
Perhaps if those peasants were more experienced, perhaps if they had a pokegirl with enhanced perception like a poochyena or growlithe, they might have noticed Sobek and his venipede sneaking up through the woods.
They didn't though, so the first thing they noticed was the two of them standing in the middle of the path, posing disdainfully with crossed arms and superior glares.
All four travellers were taken aback, though Brant didn't seem to know why and was just reacting to the others.
"Hoh? What would you be doing here, weakling? Walking along the seaside path is rather dangerous for a fool. And do I spy a Dratini there? State your buisness, and I suggest you're quick about it~!"
Kenya smirked and pointed a single finger out from under her arm, glowing with a sickly purple light, an implicit threat.
Brant's eyes narrowed as he gave a defiant glare, the dratini emboldened by this and acting in the same manner. "Who are you calling a fool, Whacko?" he punctuated the last word by throwing his arm forward and pointing a finger, posing as if he had delivered some biting insult that would slay Sobek where he stood.
Sobek twitched a finger, and the peasant let out a panicked yelp as he ducked a poison sting. "Ah! Whadda hell do you think you're doing, asshole?" the boy shouted, taking a fighting stance, as if about to try to take on Kenya himself.
"What... what are you doing?"
"Come at me, bro!" shouted the angry peasant. "I'll punch your face in!"
It appeared the fool actually intended to fight him, and his pokegirl, with his own two fists. Angry as he was, Sobek certainly didn't intend to murder this boy, and any such fight would be more of a slaughter than a battle.
Something had to be done, else this idiot would get himself killed quickly indeed.
The dratini drew her hood back, flexed her muscular tail, and stepped in front of her tamer hastily. "Let me handle this, Brent. This isn't a fight for you."
"Wha- no! I'm not going to make you fight someone! I'd neve-"
Halfway through his second sentence, Charlotte disappeared, sending up a poof of dirt.
Sobek's eyes widened in panic.
"Harden!"
Kenya started glowing, and in almost the same instant was knocked flying, hitting a tree ten feet away with a groan.
Sobek silently sent a command to duck, and Kenya barely dodged a full-body strike that shattered the tree, turning half the trunk into splinters and sending the top half flying.
Extremespeed.
Crap.
"Maximize harden, wait for a chance to poison sting!"
Something blurred through the bushes, several poison stings hitting nothing except leaves, and a moment later Kenya was struck again by something moving so fast it was invisible. This time she only flipped twice over and hit the ground with a thud.
The silence that followed was broken by cheering. Sobek glanced to the side, to see Brant... Brent? Yes, the dratini had called him Brent, hugging his pokegirl(who was suddenly by his side over 60 feet away fucking extremespeed) as if he had already won.
He couldn't actually think that, could he? No, the dratini would surely quickly realise that Kenya was still awake, and continuing use of her status-boosting technique. They couldn't be that dumb, surely.
"Great job, Charlotte! You utterly powned him!" shouted the idiot, as his dratini squirmed in happiness, the blue scales on her face taking on a decidedly purple tint.
The human girl and her machop were peering curiously at the prone form of his venipede, as if trying to determine if she was unconscious or not.
She wasn't. Kenya climbed to her feet, wiping dirt off her face with one arm, glowing like a solar eclipse as a side effect of Harden having been pushed to the limits.
The peasant noticed that his opponent was still up, and before he could even speak an order the dratini had crossed the distance between them and slammed into Kenya with full force.
She was knocked back exactly half a step.
The momentary pause of confusion that followed gave opportunity, and a glowing fist dropped Charlotte where she stood.
"Oh shit, ultra instinct?!" Brent shouted, staring in shock.
"Ultra what?" Sobek asked, bewildered.
Brent shook his head, and growled out a command. "Ultra never you mind! Charlotte, thunder wave!"
A wave of crackling yellow light exploded out from the prone form of dratini, and where it washed over Kenya it left lines of jagged yellow dancing over her skin. She cringed for a moment, aborting a stomp, and Charlotte disappeared again.
This was getting rather unpalatable indeed.
By Sobek's best estimate, his own venipede was standard system level twelve, or perhaps thirteen, while the opposing dratini was at highest level eight. Normally, this would give him a nearly insurmountable advantage, but there were several important factors involved.
First, the dratini had a superior moveset. Thunder Wave was a very useful move, and Extremespeed, at this level of combat, was a game-changer on it's own.
Secondly, as a result of Extremespeed, Kenya couldn't land a hit with Poison Sting, so any chance of lasting out the fight from poison was gone. On top of this, using rollout against such an overwhelmingly agile foe would practically be conceding the battle. This meant her own moves were less than useful.
His only real chance here was to take advantage of Kenya's absurd physical durability(at least for a fight of this level) to keep her from being worn down long enough that an opportunity opened up. The paralysis was annoying, but that dratini would most likely only have Wrap in reserve, so in the end it wouldn't matter that much.
"Use Flamethrower!"
Oh what the Actual Fuck.
Charlotte nodded with a determined grin on her face, opened her mouth, and engulfed Kenya in a horizontal pillar of flame. It blackened the ground and scorched the air, and when the fire let up, the remaining bottom half of a venipede hit the ground.
"Oh shit!" shouted the peasant. "She's fucking dead! What the-"
"Yes yes, well done, you win." Sobek sighed deeply, walking over to his venipede's corpse.
"W-what the fuck, dude? Don't you even care?!" asked the idiot, a horrified look on his face.
Sobek growled as he snatched a revive from his pocket. "If you can't handle death then get out of the wilds, you ignorant peasant. More importantly," he turned to glare at the dratini. "What in all possible hells was that, you worm?! Not only Extremespeed, but Flamethrower too? If you want to be a peasant's pokegirl, then act like it!"
Charlotte sniffed at him -sniffed, as if that were acceptable- and responded. "Brent most certainly isn't some peasant, and even if he was you lords aren't the only ones who get to be strong! Now, are you going to get out of the way?"
Sobek rolled his eyes. "Fuck you very much you commoner's whore, but yes. I would not violate the terms of battle so easily, unlike, I imagine, some folk." he glanced meaningfully at the opposing Tamer, and the dratini gave an annoyed huff.
Ha, she knew he was right.
He crushed the revive in his hand and slapped the dust onto the half of a venipede, and moments later his servant's upper body had regrown, clear of injury. Yellow eyes blearily blinked open, and looked up at him, the implicit question obvious.
"We lost. Turns out this slut-" he gestured to Charlotte, who stuck out her tongue "-knows fucking Flamethrower as well.
Kenya started, before responding. "H-how? She's just some random peasant girl who got lucky, right?"
Sobek nodded. "Yep. Still has it. Somehow."
"Fuck youuuuuu...!" Charlotte drawled, backing away towards the path with a smug smile and finger guns, before turning and running off back to her tamer, who was hurriedly running away.
Sobek flopped onto the ground next to Kenya, and glared up at the clouds floating by overhead. There could be no humiliation in such an unavoidable loss, but all the same it was galling. To lose so badly to an idiot like tha-
Wait.
He sat up, staring down the road that the little group of plebs had left on. It led to an outpost, and on from there it would be easy to travel to Olivine.
Except, four weeks prior, a local Wailord matriarch had gotten uppity, and managed to get off three hyper beams before the Ocean Storm shredded her.
Two had fired harmlessly into the sky.
One had hit the cliff side, carving out a ravine a hundred meters wide and deep, and six times as long. Right down the path the peasants had left on.
They were headed straight into a dead end, where they would probably go through several fights, tiring out that ridiculous Dratini, and have to return to Kineya for healing.
It would be simplicity itself to return here, and issue another challenge. The peasant would pay for daring to win against the great Sobek Asra, pay in mild irritance as he was forced to fork over his savings before he could heal by an inconveniently placed(and incredibly handsome) tamer.
Still, the combination of extremespeed and flamethrower, though untrained, was a deadly threat to any bug. Fighting with a pokegirl he hadn't bonded with would be intolerably slow, and getting a feral to battle proficiency would take days, at the least.
As the heir of the Asra family, Sobek could of course just request a pokegirl be transferred to him. But doing so would be an implicit admission that his own capabilities were insufficient, and that of course would not do.
Victory within a few days would be nearly impossible, short of criminal levels of treachery.
Though, that didn't mean Brent would be getting away with this. After all, nearly impossible isn't impossible. And Heir Asra? He had minions.
Sobek pushed off the ground and jumped to his feet, Kenya doing so with significantly more grace a second later. He took a moment to brush grit from his trousers, one more to slap Kenya's naked rear, then set off down the path in a scheming silence.
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Standing over a map of the route between Kineya and Olivine, Sobek stuck a third pin in, and addressed one of the tamers stood around the table.
"And this is where you will stand. Take your linoone, at this point the dratted dratini will no doubt be exhausted and keeping up with Andiva will take everything she has. Concede after the first few flamethrowers, citing a need to defend against ferals. As long as it's convincing, of course."
Andre Barker, one of his father's subordinates, nodded his head, alongside two other men who Sobek had recruited for plan 'ruin the peasant's day'.
The strategy meeting was being held in one of the interior rooms of the Asra compound, far enough in that the sound of the waves was barely audible. It was furnished in light brown wood, with several art displays hung on the wall, and lit by a low-burning fireplace at the far end of the room.
Sobek took another pin from the box next to the map, one with a stylised 'S' marked on it. This, he placed just outside Kineya, on the road towards Olivine.
"Here." he gestured to the pin. "This is where I'll be. With the dratini exhausted and unable to aim her extremespeed attack right, the basics of Demon Speed Stream that I've got down with my girl will be enough to cut off attempts to use that flamethrower, and even if he gets it off the new move she's learned will counter it. The peasant's luck saw him win once, but it was a fluke, and I intend to prove it."
One of the mooks raised a hand. "Uh, sir? Some would say that this would be an unfair battle."
"Perhaps this time. But soon I shall capture more pokegirls, and actually properly train them. He has an early advantage with this overly powerful Dratini, but even a Dragonite is no challenge for a fully realised Asra Tamer. And I'd be surprised if an ignorant fool like that can even evolve her into a Dragonair. In the fullness of time my superior skill will show, but I refuse to allow the idea that he is better than me to last until then. For. I. Am. Better. Than. Him. Nothing else is acceptable. Got it?"
"Yes sir!" the mook responded, performing an awkward salute before fleeing the room. The other men present quickly followed, Sobek's speech signalling an end to the meeting, and he waited professionally for them to leave.
Certainly he could file out with everyone else, but it was more fitting for someone of his stature to leave on his own. Well, on his own except for his pokegirls, but that went without saying.
A minute later the minions had left, and Sobek did so himself, powerwalking out the door. Kenya, who'd been standing guard outside, fell in after him, easily keeping up. Now in what was considered loose but practical attire for a pokegirl, she was wearing a black leather collar, a tight thigh strap with a pocket on the outside, and a durable but stylish simple hair tie, keeping her long purple hair bound in a braided ponytail.
They swiftly travelled down a flight of stairs, across a corridor, passing through a doorway then going down another stairway. Sobek took the stairs two at a time, but the implicit command sent through the bond was to take the stairs normally. Kenya found out why after calmly stepping down in a dignified manner and arriving at the bottom.
Having been unwatched for ten entire seconds, Sobek had gained a hefty backpack from somewhere, crammed full and with a coil of rope strapped to the side. Rather than actually being worn, it dangled from one strap in his hand.
The moment Kenya reached the bottom he tossed her the backpack, along with an unspoken order to wear it, and set off at a quick stride towards the door. He threw his hand outward to both knock the door open and gesture out over the port, in a mostly north-west direction.
Where his hand pointed to, metal habitat blocks protruded from rocky cliffs over the tempestuous ocean, but there beyond the cliffs was a hint of yellow amongst grey, rock-covered beaches hiding under the eaves of the stalactites that hung down.
"Now, as the heir of house Asra, it is completely inconceivable for me to lose against an incompetent commoner. I'm sure you know this just as truly as I do. And yet, it has occurred. A plan has already been put in place to correct this. Recently, heavy damage was done to a local Wailord pod, and that, to one such as I, is an opportunity."
The Venipede's eyes looked to the upper left for a moment in thought before she refocused and spoke. "You mean to capture one, Master? It would likely be a wise decision, if your family has as many water-typed arts as is rumoured."
"Absolutely so." Sobek stated, setting off at a leisurely pace down rusted stairs.
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"Capturing a Wailmer from her pod, step one. The bait." Sobek said, standing in the shade of a tall oak tree. Just fifty feet away across a field of windswept green grass, a pale naked butt, fat and round and highly spankable, wriggled out from a bush, a thick banded tail waggling behind it as a Sentret munched down on berries right from the source. "There's two things that any feral is going to be interested in. An easy lunch, and an easy fuck. Agreed?"
Kenya squeezed her arm and responded. "Not in quite so... vulgar a tone, Master, but yes. Poison sting?"
Sobek nodded. "Poison sting."
His pokegirl took a moment to aim, pointing a single finger that lit up with swirling purple energy, before releasing two small purple darts which whizzed across the field and sank firmly into the two large targets presented by the Sentret's fat ass. The feral monstergirl squealed, and tried to jerk away into a run, but was obstructed by the bush her top half was stuck in and only managed to trip herself up, just in time to get another shot of poison stings to the legs.
Slowly turning purple, the Sentret woozily staggered to her feet, turning to flee. One last poison sting, a proper, foot-long dart stabbing in between her shoulder-blades knocked her out.
Kenya hefted the backpack, and the two of them walked over to the unconscious pokegirl. In what looked like practiced movement, Kenya lifted her torso off the ground and brushed light brown hair aside as Sobek wrapped a coil of rope around her generous bust and upper arms, before working together to guide her forearms into the rope and tightly bind them in place. Her legs were next - tied thigh to calf at six different points each so that the most she could do was open and close them, then a spreader bar taken from the backpack was bound across her knees to keep her open and accessible.
The final touch was a simple red ball gag. Biting was unacceptable, but this woman would be all the better bait if her moans were let out.
Giving the Sentret a quick drizzle from an Antidote vial, Sobek closed the backpack and pulled it on over his shoulders. While the sentret should be completely helpless in that state, assuming such a thing about a pokegirl was one of the most stupid, if not overly common, causes of tamer deaths. As a result the durable, and more importantly healable, Kenya would be carting her to their destination.
While they walked, Kenya brought up a question. "You implied that this was the standard method, Master? While I would be unable to tackle a Wailmer in the water, I imagine it is not so for most of the elites that your family employs?"
"A Wailmer is no ordinary Goldeen or Tentacool. Finding them outside of pods is almost impossible, and the Wailord matriarchs are very protective. Sending a single water-type pokegirl into the ocean with orders to retrieve a Wailmer is an easy way to lose that pokegirl. Father and uncle could likely fight their way through, but to what end? A feral pod destroyed is one that can't be hunted from in the future." Sobek grinned as he explained, waving a hand at the ocean.
"Even if they destroy routes too near to the ocean?"
"Especially so. What, you thought our tamers didn't know how to avoid trouble? They aren't even that aggressive, most of the time it's some idiot tamer attacking the entire pod at once that gets things destroyed."
By now the muffled footsteps of walking on grass had been replaced with the crunch of stones underfoot, and the two of them easily made their way through a somewhat labyrinthine route through tufts of grass and larger rocks to reach the bottom of the cliffs.
Sobek tasted the clear sea air as he took in a deep breath, staring out over the sea. Impossibly vast and deep, just what he could see probably contained more weight in water than there was in buildings across all of Johto. The endless and untapped primal power of the seas was one of the things that house Asra focused on above all others, studying the tides and the onrushing waves, and for their strongest, bending them to their will and crushing all who dare oppose them with the power of the unaging ocean.
It was almost purple in colour at the furthest-out points, with occasional white as a wave broke. The clouds rolled overhead in endless greys and whites, mirroring the sea below to an extent.
Sobek shrugged the backpack off his shoulder, nudging it onto a stable ledge to keep it from toppling on the unsteady rocky beach, and unbuckled the straps from the top. He reached inside, and pulled out three small tubes. There was two glass vials, containing clear liquid, with blue stoppers. One had a depiction of a heart on it, and the other a simple picture of a fish. The third item was a pink cylinder about the same size, with a hairline crack separating the bottom quarter.
"Now we move on to the second step, preparing the bait. If you would?" Sobek asked, and Kenya flipped the Sentret over, shifting her over the pebbles to make access easier.
First, Sobek took the vial with the heart on it and poured it over the pink tube, using the tool to work the liquid into the Sentret's body without touching any. He drew the tube back and forth across her ass, watching the way the soft flesh creased under the pressure and resumed it's prior shape with quickly fading stripes. He trailed it along her sides before moving up to her breasts and swirling the tube around and around the left one, drawing closer in to the nipple, which was starting to perk up. He gave it a little flick, causing the unconscious Sentret to jerk in place, before moving to the right boob and repeating.
Even despite her unconscious state the girl was clearly getting hornier, a blush creeping up on her face, and the steady rise and fall of her chest had already sped up for a moment more than once. The feral would soon be waking up, so preperations must be done quickly.
He dipped the pink tube again in sensitizing agent, then twisted the bottom, causing the whole thing to emit the low hum of vibration.
"Kenya, splash the fish oil around over there, please." Sobek stated, pointing a few meters to the side. His venipede took the vial and pulled the stopper out, going to sniff it.
"Don't." Sobek urgently ordered. Kenya looked questioningly at him, and he elaborated. "That smell is meant to draw in a feral from mid to long distance. You do NOT want it going straight into your nose."
"Right." Kenya muttered, taking on a relieved look. She took a quick jog to the left, swung the vial back and forth for a moment, splattering the liquid within across an area of stones, before putting the stopper back in and strolling back over to the bag.
Sobek took a moment to carefully line up the vibrator with the racoon woman's sopping pussy. He poked the tip towards the entrance, used his other hand to pull her lips open and judge where the tunnel went, before finally taking action
And shoving it right up her cunt.
The Sentret's eyes flew open as she spasmed in place with a loud "MMMMMMRG!", head flying back against Kenya's grip, bound legs swaying from side to side, straining against the spreader bar but unable to close as they desperately wanted to.
Sobek quickly reached up and took one huge tit in both hands, kneading and pulling at the hypersensitive area, and Kenya took the cue to do the same with the other one.
The poor feral woman's moans achieved an even higher pitch as she squirted, splattering across the rocks almost a foot away from the puddle that was quickly forming under her soaked rear end.
With one last flick of a nipple, and a corresponding shudder in the bait, Sobek snatched up the bag and made a beeline for the nearest bush that had sufficient hiding space for two people on the far side from the sea. It was larger than that, in fact. The bush, covered in tiny, petal-sized green leaves, was easily large enough to hide six people behind. The roots were partially out of the ground on the side facing the sea, but it was rooted more firmly on the other side.
"And now, for step three!" he had to speak louder now, to be heard over the racket the bait was making. "Waiting."
"Sexy waiting?" Kenya murmured, crouching behind him and pressing her breasts against his back.
"Nope." Sobek sighed. "We can't afford to be distracted if this is going to work, so it's just normal waiting for us."
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It was a full half hour of unfortunately non-sexy waiting, and steadily getting more and more pent up, before something happened.
The Sentret had lost her voice screaming and moaning, then regained it again and put it right back to use, more than once. The ground near her was covered in more fluid than seemed like could have been produced by one woman, enough so that it could be slippery terrain if a fight broke out.
Sobek and Kenya had distanced themselves, hiding on opposite sides of the bush to prevent accidental groping making the problem even worse as they spied on the blissed-out feral.
However finally, a human form breached the waters, confidently striding forwards onto land. The woman's blue hair flowed behind her, all the way down to her knees, and water slid free of it and back into the sea with supernatural ease.
She could almost be mistaken for a Wailord with her beach-ball sized tits and ass thicker than Sobek's torso, but she was only a bit over seven feet tall. Far too small to be her kind's evolved form, but well within bounds for a Wailmer. While she was no doubt one of the younger daughters of the pod, in terms of body she was absolutely a MILF.
The Wailmer stretched her arms over her head, interlocked her fingers, palms out, and stretched. Incidentally, this placed her body on full display, as her wet chest was pushed out to display the trails of water swiftly dripping off her.
"Damn." Kenya hissed, having crawled next to Sobek. Her eyes were locked on to the massive, swaying chest. "Targets like that, making me wish I'd learned one of those aphrodisiac venom things. Are all these whale sluts that big?"
Sobek nodded, wrapping a rope around an arrow. "She's bigger than most, but nothing that unique. Being that big can be an advantage in a fight, or hold her back depending. That's something we'll need to take advantage of." He pulled on the base of the crossbow, revealing that the ornamentation on the handle was on a hinge, and doubled as a piton. "Poison sting is the best option here, because Wailmer have a ton of stamina, and they're tough as hell into the deal. But simply aim for targets one and two-" he pointed a finger. "-and if she turns around target three, and she'll go down eventually.
By now the Wailmer had approached the bound Sentret, standing over her with a lustful smile and a confident posture. She leaned down, daintily brushing her hair over her shoulder with one hand, and placed a lick all the way up the Sentret's breast, before taking the tip in her mouth and sucking.
Sentret shook again, her sodden tail beating passionately on the ground as she let out another throaty 'MMMMHN!~", pushing her chest into the larger woman's face. The Wailmer hummed happily, and brought one hand up to grope the tit she was sucking on, while the other reached for the other and gave it a good stretching too.
Wailmer gave one last lick, before shuffling forward and straddling Sentret's face, pushing down with the intention of having the captive eat her out. She grabbed her own breast with one hand, mauling it as best she could, while the other reached back and spanked her own ass, setting it to jiggling.
However, it would be only a matter of time until the Wailmer realised that she wasn't getting what she wanted right now, since the Sentret was still gagged, and her upright torso made for a much better target than when she was bent over the smaller pokegirl.
Moving as one, Sobek jammed the base of his crossbow into the root of the bush, firing a bolt with rope tied around it, and Kenya charged a poison sting attack, before releasing it at the Wailmer.
The crossbow bolt sank deep into yielding titflesh, just to the side of the woman's own hand, the rope immediately going taut as the winch sprang into action. The purple darts peppered her front, three landing in her breasts and one taking her in the shoulder.
The Wailmer let out a surprised scream as she was yanked forward, the top-heavy woman hitting the ground hard and being dragged across the beach by her left boob. Kenya charged up another poison sting, and landed another good shot to her breast, though another dart got tangled in her hair and another missed entirely.
Sobek grabbed another, identical grapple-crossbow from the bag, tying the rope to an arrow even as he ran for the nearest solid, deeply rooted object in the form of another bush ten meters away. The Wailmer noticed the movement, but tried to take a knee to aim a water gun better and was pulled off balance by the automatic winch. Efforts to fire anyway were stymied by yet another barrage of poison stings, this time five in number. The Wailmer had to bodily hurl herself out the way to avoid the stings, and her lack of resistance allowed the rope to pull her another few feet towards the bush.
Sobek reached the dry roots he'd seen sticking out of the dirt, took a moment to identify where the most solid part was, and struck with his crossbow, stabbing it firmly into the ground. He looked up to see the Wailmer's anger-filled eyes laser-focused on him, and a ball of pressurised water building in her mouth.
He faced the oncoming attack with a smile, which only widened when the water gun blasted at him at immense speeds, and harmlessly drilled off the side of a translucent green shield as Kenya used her new move, Protect.
The moment the shield dropped he fired, the bolt striking the Wailmer's outer thigh as she rolled over to try to escape it, and the second winch started trying to reel her in.
His part in the fight complete, Sobek started a dash towards his bag, with Kenya keeping in between him and the Wailmer. He ducked behind the bush, and put himself behind the bag, both hopefully hiding his presence and, if the Wailmer did see where he went, having a shield in the way.
He heard a cracking sound as the crossbow next to him was almost ripped from the wood, the Wailmer having managed to get a bit of leverage and resist the pull. It was only prevented from being ripped out entirely by Kenya grabbing the rope and giving it a hard yank, pulling the Wailmer off her knees again.
Peeking around the side of the bag, Sobek saw that the purple tinge that spread from the poison had covered most of the Wailmer's body, and her resistance to being pulled by the ropes was lessening by the moment. The only warning of the oncoming attack was a glint of blue in front of her head.
"Ah! Fuck!" A beam of water lanced out, slashing through the skin on kenya's shoulder, cutting into her arm muscles. The venipede hissed in fury, her next volley of poison stings doing nothing but thud eratically into the ground, but she was able to get protect up in time to block the second beam the Wailmer sent in her direction.
Sobek wordlessly pulled a potion from the bag.
Wailmer was clearly on her last legs, having almost been pulled into a position equidistant from both grapple-crossbows. The purple had spread to most of her body, and even as Sobek watched she attempted to charge up another water gun, but it fired early, only jetting out at half the strength that'd be needed to knock him down, let alone another pokegirl.
The Wailmer tried to stagger to her feet one more time, before submitting to unconsciousness. The tiny pebbles on the ground bounced when she hit the ground.
Sobek detatched the nearest crossbow from the wood, working it free over about five seconds, before proudly striding over to Kenya.
"Perfect victory, no?" he said, bringing up the potion and splashing the liquid inside onto his pokegirl's arm, causing it to regenerate.
Kenya grabbed the previously injured arm, and weakly responded. "Y-yeah! We did great! The only injury was to a pokegirl, that's fine, that's fine." she repeated to herself, running fingers over the area where seconds ago there was torn skin and muscle. She blinked tears out of the corners of her eyes, and repeated herself. "That's fine. I can handle that. I'm healed now, It's like it didn't happen, we won. I'm fine."
Sobek raised an eyebrow. "Is this problem something you can deal with, or something I'll have to fuck out of you?"
Kenya looked at him blankly for a moment before breaking out into giggles.
"Hehehe, ah yeah. That'd be... that'd be great, Master. I can handle it. I'll be what you need me to be. But I certainly wouldn't turn down a good hard fucking!" she winked, and bumped his side with her butt.
He took a handful of it and pulled her in closer, the bug girl practically molding herself to his side, but after a moment stepped away with a grumble. "Later, pet. Let's not let all the effort we just put in go to waste.
"Muuu, I guess~" she responded, following along as he walked to the other crossbow and worked it out of the ground.
The barbs were harder to work out of the Wailmer, having been dug in hard by her struggles, but with a fair bit of effort they were removed. One Antidote and one Potion later, and the massive woman laid completely intact, albeit unconscious, on the ground before them.
The two of them got to work using their extensive training in tying up pokegirls to render the Wailmer helpless. Her hands were balled up, wrapped in fabric then tied off to create mittens, in case she could use water gun from them too. Her mouth was stuffed with water-absorbent rags to keep her quiet and unable to use her attack, before the same kind of durable harness Kenya had first met him in went on her head, placing her in sensory deprivation.
Sobek took out a durable pet collar and tightly fastened it onto her neck. He took her hands and pulled them down to nestle just below her pillowy thighs, forearms held in place, just below her snatch, then bound her wrists several times around with strong rope and trailed that rope around between her butt cheeks and up her back, tying it to her collar. A simple tie around her thighs just above the knee kept her from seperating them, and the same around her ankles neatly packaged her legs.
Meanwhile Kenya bent her thighs up perpendicular to her torso, and her calves right next to them, before tying the rope around her knees off to her collar, and that around her ankles to her wrists.
Just a minute later the woman was bound helplessly, her arms and legs neatly packaged turning her into a smaller, but more compact, item.
Sobek glanced over the insides of the bag, making sure nothing breakable was at risk and the contents were securely fastened, before pulling the bag's top fully open.
Kenya looked at him inquisitively. "We aren't taming her, master? And what about the Sentret?"
Shaking his head, Sobek replied. "The Wailmer might be able to break free if we can't find proper leverage, and this beach isn't going to cut it. Not to mention we might be interrupted. It's a far better option to just return to port, and use a taming room."
He gave a disdainful look to the raccoon woman who was still cumming her brains out in her bondage. "As for that? A low level Sentret, probably no unique attacks or abilities, and completely feral as well? It'd take weeks to get her up to standard, and standard isn't good enough for me where a species as common and weak as this is concerned. Not worth the effort, simply enough. And I hardly need to conserve fifty feet of rope and a cheap vibrator. Now, help me get her into the bag."
Together, they picked up the Wailmer and lowered her into the backpack, sweeping her hair in after her, and Sobek pulled the straps down hard, securely closing the container.
Kenya staggered under the weight for a moment, unused to such heavy loads, but quickly got her footing, wearing the backpack that probably weighed more than both her and her master combined.
"Come along, pet." Sobek ordered, starting the hike back up the cliffs.
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"Who would do such a thing?" Brent Manners asked his Dratini, watching this poor raccoon woman struggle against the ropes that someone had clearly abandoned her in.
Charlotte shrugged.