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Not that this will be the last we see of her. But her tale is done for now and we are moving onto the next phase of this still growing series. I actually had no idea it would end up here but that's kinda the fun. Do keep an eye out for the next chapter.\n\nIf you like my writing and want to help me develop and devote more time to it, you could do worse than check out my Patreon. I offer a variety of perks, first among them but not limited to discounted commissions. It would mean a lot if you would check out my profile. \n\nwww.patreon.com/white66 ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Here we have the last chapter in the Chelsea story arc. Not that this will be the last we see of her. But her tale is done for now and we are moving onto the next phase of this still growing series. I actually had no idea it would end up here but that's kinda the fun. Do keep an eye out for the next chapter.

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www.patreon.com/white66 ", "writing": "'I don't think we should head back now.' Peter mused thoughtfully. 'It's starting to get dark. And I don't fancy wandering these woods at night. No, it's safer to stay here. I suggest we make camp for the night.'\n\n\n\n'So...great..camping trip.' Melanie said with a sidelong glance at Chelsea who understandably might not be so keen on that idea.\n\n\n\n'Well..sort of.' Peter replied. 'Except we don't have any tents. I wasn't expecting to have this continue over night.'\n\n\n\n'Sort of nothing.' Chelsea cut in. 'I guess I'm going to help you guys out here. Maybe I don't know much about tracking Pokegirls in the wild, but I do know about being prepared. And it just so happens being prepared today means having some tents with me.\n\n\n\n'You...have some tents with you?' Melanie made sure not to let the doubt she felt slip into her voice as she eyed the small backpack that hung casually from one shoulder. \n\n\n\n'Yup. In here.' Chelsea said as she pulled out two small spheres that could almost have been Pokeballs if not for the fact they were solid black. 'In a few years these will be something every trainer carries. Right now, they are still experimental. But they work just fine. Watch.'\n\n\n\nMelanie did just that, after having taken a few quick steps backwards. It wasn't that she didn't trust Chelsea, it was just the word experimental had slipped into her brain and nestled there. From the way Peter and Susie matched her step, they clearly felt the same. \n\n\n\nNot that Melanie was sure what she was afraid of besides being buried beneath a cumbersome mass of fabric and ropes. Thankfully as the white light that emerged from the balls and resolved into two distinct piles of poles, ropes and sheeting.\n\n\n\n'Oh. We still have to assemble them?' Melanie asked.\n\n\n\n'What did you think this was? An anime?' Chelsea replied with a wry smile.\n\n\n\n'Then I guess that's down to me.' Peter replied. 'Melanie, could you get some firewood?'\n\n\n\n'Sure.' \n\n\n\nMelanie made good upon her promise, the trio of her, Tamika and Emma quickly Gathering a decent bundle of kindling and larger sticks and logs, the latter ably made available by Emma's Vine Whip cutting them down. So it was they returned to camp with enough wood to, hopefully, keep a fire going all night. And returned to find a pleasant surprise. \n\n\n\nWhile Melanie had tried to hold down on her assessment of Chelsea as an indolent idol, she wouldn't have been surprised to find that she had been taking it easy while they worked. Which brought her back to the pleasant surprise. For it seemed that, with her new Pokegirl at her side, Chelsea had been busy with her own collection.\n\n\n\n'There. Now we shouldn't have to worry about fresh water either.' Chelsea nodded towards the five canteens resting against the log neatly placed before the first of the two tents which already stood erected, its companion nearly in the same condition. 'Luckily enough there was a stream just over that rise.'\n\n\n\n'Not bad.' Melanie admitted. 'I don't suppose you packed a portable shower in that backpack of yours too.'\n\n\n\n'I'm prepared...not a miracle worker.' Chelsea said, a smile gracing her lips as she sat on the log, her new Pokegirl instantly snuggling up to her side. 'Some comforts will just have to wait until we get back.'\n\n\n\n'You know..maybe I've been too hard on you.' Melanie admitted as she sat joined her on the log, her hands quickly working to assemble the loose collection of sticks into a semblance of fire. 'I have to admit, I just thought you were kinda a typical idol.' There were other words Melanie could have added there but luckily she held them back. \n\n\n\nGiven the sudden flash of emotion that crossed Chelsea's face, she had either predicted them or heard them before. 'You wouldn't be the first to think that. Or to say it. Often less politely than you did. I know what people in some circles think about idols. Lazy good for nothing children with an inflated sense of self importance who should get a proper job. Never matter I'm good at this. Or it's something I've wanted to do all my life.'\n\n\n\n'Except find yourself this illusive Pokegirl.' Peter said as he stepped back from the second freshly assembled tent. \n\n\n\n'Except that.' Chelsea replied. 'Although that's something I have to do. Not that I want to do.'\n\n\n\n'You did seem driven about it when we first met.' Melanie reminded her. 'Then again, you seemed kinda cold when we first met you too.'\n\n\n\n'Touché.' Chelsea said with a smile. 'I was a little..cold..yes..cold. I think that sums it up. And I apologise for that.'\n\n\n\n'Ah..don't mind it.' Melanie admitted. 'She doesn't seem to mind you either.'\n\n\n\n'Yes.' Chelsea said as she followed her gaze to where the Pokegirl was still curled up by her side. 'She does seem..taken with me.'\n\n\n\n'Well...what did you expect?' Peter replied. 'You did catch her. She's yours now. Of course she's bonding with you. In a non loquacious kind of way. You have to remember what her body is going through at the moment. Never mind her wounds, the adjustment to being an owned Pokegirl can take its toll too. I'm sure once she is fully recovered she will properly warm up to you.'\n\n\n\n'I..don't know.' Chelsea hesitated. 'I..this wasn't what I planned. Did you guys feel like this when you got your first Pokegirl?'\n\n\n\n'Of course.' Peter jumped in with that answer before Melanie could throw the same answer into the ring. 'I can't think of anyone getting thief first Pokegirl who didn't feel as nervous as they did excited. Tamer or Ranger, that feeling is the same.'\n\n\n\n'Even you?' \n\n\n\n'Even me. Just because I had been training for years, doesn't mean I wasn't nervous.\n\nNervous about the Pokegirl I would be pared with. Unlike a Tamer, Rangers don't get the same choice as others. They are paired with one as they train. Only..I hadn't found my partner yet. And part of me worried I wouldn't before I completed my training. And if I did, I was worried I couldn't work with her if I found one.'\n\n\n\n'Hah. Found one.' Susie said with a smirk. 'It was me that found him. After all, he'd have been lost without me. I could see that the moment I saw him. So worried..so nervous about himself. I just couldn't leave him standing around looking so lost. So I picked him as my partner. And we've never looked back.'\n\n\n\nMelanie had a feeling there was a little more to it than that, but decided not to press on the questions about that for the moment. 'For me, I definitely chose Tamika. But I was nervous as well. I didn't exactly have Peter's training. Sure, I knew a lot about Pokegirls..but the same could be said about any would-be Tamer could say the same. I didn't know if I could cut it. I'd just be one of many trying to make his or her mark. I guess like Peter I wanted to prove myself. To be..worthy of the Pokegirl I got. Does that make sense?'\n\n\n\n'Makes sense to me.' Peter agreed. 'But you two should get some sleep if you can.'\n\n\n\nWhile Peter's advice made sense, Melanie found that sleep eluded her at the moment. Why, she couldn't say. It wasn't like she had something on her mind..well..she obviously did. But she couldn't put a finger on what. And after an hour of trying to get comfortable and failing, she had given up and decided to get up and do something. She just hadn't expected that something to find that Chelsea was still awake too. \n\n\n\nThen again with her new Pokegirl being the only one actually asleep and still rested gently against her side, it wasn't like she could have moved to head to her tent to sleep without disturbing her new companion. Which wasn't to say something hadn't disturbed her. Had she not lingered for that second longer, she might have missed it. \n\n\n\nYet linger she did, just long enough to see her sleep fade as a pang of pain lanced across her side, followed a second later by a whimper of the same pain. Barely had Melanie moved to grab a potion from her pocket than Chelsea had beaten her too it, the sudden hiss of the soothing liquid stilling the pain enough for her to slip back to sleep.\n\n\n\n\n\n 'Soo..you do have a heart in there somewhere.' That almost instinctual comment slipped out before Melanie could even stop it. Which just left it hanging there in the air. \n\n\n\n\n\n'I'll take that.' Chelsea said seeming good grace, grace that Melanie decided to take at face value. 'You aren't the first to say I've come across as..terse when I'm not signing autographs or taking interviews. People have used less considerate words as well. I'm..I..I wasn't raised to have friends. My mother thought they would be a distraction. So..I went along with that. I never was good a dealing with people. So..it seemed easier somehow. Doesn't mean I don't..can't care for people. It just..doesn't come naturally to me.'\n\n\n\n'Seemed to do alright just now.' Melanie said as she nodded towards the still contentedly eating Pokegirl. 'And I think she would agree. Maybe you aren't giving yourself enough credit for that.'\n\n\n\n'I..it just seemed right.' Chelsea said slowly. 'I don't think there is anything special about it. I just gave her something she wanted. That's something anyone could do. Anything beyond that..I'm not good with that..with friendship. My mother isn't and..I'm no better at her than that. I'm not even very good at talking to people.'\n\n\n\n'I find that hard to believe.' Peter said as he and Susie returned with arms full of a rough collection of sticks each, having made good on his firewood promise. 'You must talk to people every day.'\n\n\n\n'That's not the same thing.' Chelsea replied. 'Signings and fan meetings are more..structured. You just sit and listen to their questions, give a quick answer and move on. You'd be amazed how often the same questions come up really. And I've gotten pretty good at answering them. People just want to know about the new album or song mostly. That's all pretty easy to do. But actually sitting and talking to someone..keeping a conversation going. That's not so easy to me.'\n\n\n\n'You must have had friends though.' Melanie asked carefully. \n\n\n\n'An idol doesn't have time for friends.' Chelsea said. 'At least that's what my mother said. An idol must be friends to everyone, and so friends to no one.'\n\n\n\n'Sounds lonely.' Melanie replied.\n\n\n\n'That's the price of success.' Chelsea said. 'The price for being the best idol I can be. And that's what I'm going to do. I can't afford distractions from that.'\n\n\n\n'Well...I think you should try to sleep.' Melanie said. 'I think you can chance moving her. Come on. You'll both freeze out here.'\n\n\n\n\n\n----------------\n\n\n\n'Maybe I've been too hard on her.' Melanie said as she tended the fire from her seat beside Tamika and Emma who had already made themselves comfy before the roaring flames. 'She really seems to buy all that stuff her mother has put in her head.'\n\n\n\n'Maybe.' Peter said as he walked around from the other side of the fire to join her, careful not to let his voice carry over the other side of the fire where Chelsea and her Pokegirl lay asleep in the tent. 'She accepts it though. Don't underestimate the power of family. Which of us here hasn't been influenced in what we do by their example.'\n\n\n\n'I can't argue with that.' Melanie said. 'I wouldn't be a Pokegirl Tamer without the advice of my mother. And I guess your parents helped with you becoming a Pokegirl Ranger.'\n\n\n\n'You could say that.' Peter replied. 'Anyway, you get some sleep. I'll keep watch for a bit.'\n\n\n\n---------------\n\n\n\nUnknown to them Chelsea wasn't asleep. Which made her something of a rarity in this tent she shared with Melanie, Tamika and Emma. To say nothing of new companion curled up on the camp bed beside her. It wasn't from lack of trying or lack of want either. She just..couldn't. Not yet. She would close her eyes for a few seconds only to open them to check on her again. And even with her eyes closed, she would find her hearing drawn to the sound of her breathing. None of which entirely banished the concern she felt. For she couldn't forget the way she had awoken in pain. And she couldn't sleep until she was sure she was comfortable. \n\n\n\nTo do so would be, as Melanie had intimated, be heartless. And while these feelings might be new to her, she certainly wasn't heartless. She just..had no idea how to deal with this.. friendship. If that was what it was. She was..speaking honestly..adrift here about how to deal with the affection being shown her. Never mind how to reciprocate it. \n\n\n\nShe knew what her mother would say though, could even hear her voice as if she was here with her now. 'Friendship serves no purpose Chelsea. Connections yes. Knowing the right people, always. But getting close to people only serves as a distraction. The important thing is not how you feel..but what they can offer you. Be friendly..be personable..wear that as a mask of politeness. But never let friendship distract you from your goal.'\n\n\n\nFunny. A day ago she had believed that. That friendship was something beyond her reach, something she should never strive for because that wasn't what an idol did. Friend to everyone and friend to no one. And yet all it had taken was one person to actually show a smattering of affection towards her to make her doubt the words she had clung too. To make her question if her mother had actually been wrong all these years. That maybe the path she had walked wasn't the path for her. Now that she actually had some time to think, Chelsea had no answer to that question. \n\n\n\n'What questions?'\n\n\n\nThat soft voice jolted Chelsea out of the reverie that had become so deep she had almost forgotten she wasn't alone here.\n\n\n\n'Just..questions I'm trying to work out.' Chelsea dipped her head a little to glance at the now wide awake Pokegirl by her side. 'But I have a more important question right now. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?'\n\n\n\n'I don't think so.' The Pokegirl's casual reply tweaked by a sudden grimace of discomfort as she shifted closer. 'Well..until I move.'\n\n\n\n'Well..then you'd better not move.' Chelsea replied kindly. 'But are you sure? I still have some..'\n\n\n\n'I'm sure.' The Pokegirl replied. 'I had a good sleep. And the magic liquid you used really helped me. But I'm awake now and I want to know all about my new mistress.'\n\n\n\nTouched as she was by the earnest kindness and interest being shown in her, Chelsea couldn't help the sudden hesitation that gripped her. Funny, all her secret longing to actually and properly talk with someone and now that the moment had arrived she had no idea where to start. \n\n\n\n'Well...I'm Chelsea. I'm the one who caught you. But you already know that I guess.' Chelsea paused, holding back on the revelation that she hadn't actually meant too which hovered on the tip of her tongue. 'Um...I'm 22 years old, which isn't very old. Barely one step beyond being a child as my mother would say. Despite my becoming an adult years ago. Honestly sometimes I think she still sees me as a child Idol...really.'\n\n\n\nSuddenly caught by a wash of self-consciousness Chelsea trailed off from the rambling sentence that could easily have drawn out twice that long if she let it. Which just left her in the almost equally awkward situation of not knowing what to say next. \n\n\n\n'A..child Idol?' The Pokegirl asked with an expression both curious and confused. 'What's..an Idol?' \n\n\n\n'I am. Me.' Chelsea began even as she realised that unintentionally and bashfully trite answer wasn't really an answer at all. 'An Idol is..someone with a talent that everyone admires I guess you could say. Mine is singing. You..don't know what singing is maybe. Well..it's this.'\n\n\n\nChelsea paused if only to draw in a deep breath that filled her lungs deeply. \n\n\n\n'You stood before me. Never judging and never cruel, giving me all the love I'd never had. Lost..and alone..I'd drifted on my own until I found you. Until..you found me. \n\n\n\nFound me...took me in your arms and whispered those three words I'd longed for. The words I never dared to dream of hearing....whispered..I Love You.'\n\n\n\nAgain, Chelsea trailed off, her voice cracked a little from the disquieting emotion of being almost too bashful to sing; an emotion that was utterly new to her and one she hoped would stay that way.\n\n\n\n'That..was beautiful.' The Pokegirl replied with a beaming smile that made Chelsea's mouth twitch into a smile of her own. ' I can see why everyone looks up to you. I've never heard anything like that. So unlike a Pokegirl Song. I'd love to hear you sing again. Or maybe sing together. Can we do that when we go back home. Ohh..home..where is home Mistress? Do you live near here? Or is this your home?'\n\n\n\n'Hmmm? Oh..no.' Chelsea admitted with a laugh. 'This just where I'm sleeping tonight. I'm traveling with a few friends. Well...people I hope could become my friends. But yes..we can sing when we get home.'\n\n\n\n'Ohh...you are travelling.' The Pokegirl replied. 'I've never traveled..never left the forest. Not since..since..'\n\n\n\nChelsea's heart lurched hearing those words, her mind racing ahead to finish that sentence with one word that might have broken it; before. She knew that sometimes human girls became Pokegirls but she had always comforted herself with the thought that they wouldn't remember the life they had before. If that wasn't the case..then...\n\n\n\n'Since..ever.' Chelsea let out the breath she had been holding. She wasn't sure how she would have reacted to actually hear the revelation she had been dreading. \n\n\n\n'Then I guess we are going to have to make for that.' Chelsea promised almost without thinking. Back when this day had started, her only expectation had been to acquire a Pokegirl to be little more than a pampered house cat. Yet now that she had caught one, she couldn't imagine letting her leave her side. It was like her whole world had been turned upside down. And honestly she wouldn't have it any other way. 'An Idol does a lot of travelling. And of course you will be there with me.'\n\n\n\n'Is that what you are doing now? Were doing out here?' The Pokegirl's curiosity seemed boundless, perhaps spurred by Chelsea's openness. Something she was more than willing to indulge.\n\n\n\n'Actually I was out here looking for something.' Chelsea said slowly. 'A Pokegirl actually. One that my mother wanted me to find. Only..I didn't find her. But maybe I found someone more special.'\n\n\n\n'Oh..what was that?' The Pokegirl asked softly, her voice filled almost with a longing to hear a certain answer to that question. \n\n\n\n'You, silly.' Chelsea answered with a laugh. 'And since we are going to be together then I guess you are going to need a name. Unless you already have one.' \n\n\n\n'I..didn't have one..before.' The Pokegirl answered slowly. 'But I'd love for you to give me one, Mistress.'\n\n\n\n'Then I'll call you..Alice.' Chelsea said with a hesitant smile which quickly grew broader as the newly christened Alice returned it. 'You don't have to call me Mistress though. Chelsea will do.'\n\n\n\n'Alice. I like it Mis..Chelsea.' Alice purred that word, rolling it around her tongue.\n\n\n\n'Consider it the first of many gifts I'm going to give you.' Chelsea said as she glanced down at the still nude Pokegirl before her. 'Starting with some clothes. I have some spares of mine with me here, which might be a little big for you. But they will do until we can go shopping.'\n\n\n\n'You..don't like the way I look?' Alice answered with a pout that made Chelsea's heart melt a little.\n\n\n\n'Don't be silly.' Chelsea answered, her lips lingering in a sudden but hesitant kiss on her forehead. 'People don't normally go walking around naked, that's all. Not outdoors anyway. Trust me, I'm hoping to see a lot of you with your clothes off.'\n\n\n\nThat was another first for Chelsea, her previous cold statement about leaving the Taming of her Pokegirl seeming to have evaporated as fast as the rest of her past thoughts which, now that she had her new found clarity, seemed horribly cruel. Not that she still wasn't hesitant about the whole thing, the very thought of being with another girl somewhat alien to her.\n\n\n\nIt wasn't when you used to fantasise about Eloise when you used to shower together. Chelsea couldn't help blushing as her mind threw out that particular memory of the head of her mother's household. Being as sheltered as Chelsea had been and having grown up surrounded by her all female staff and devoid of the normal teen exposure to boys it perhaps wasn't a surprise that she had developed a few crushes on them. And none more so than the stunning blonde who had been her guardian and surrogate mother in a way. \n\nA closeness that hadn't stopped her fantasies being filled with thoughts of the gorgeous older woman, her mind more than once taking liberties with the regular showers they used to share and turning them into something more sensual. \n\n\n\nAs much as the sensual recollections were embarrassing for Chelsea to recall, she couldn't deny that she had had no problem imagining what she would have done to please her girl crush. So surely it wouldn't be that different.\n\n\n\n'I have my clothes off now.' Alice distracted her from her recollections with that whisper that spoke of layered intents, each of which sent a shiver through Chelsea, her nipples risen by the resultant tingles. \n\n\n\n'That's true.' Chelsea replied slowly, hoping rushing things too fast. 'And I know just what to do about that.'\n\n\n\nVery much hoping that she wasn't about to make a fool of herself, Chelsea leaned forward for not just what was going to be her first kiss with another woman or her first kiss with a Pokegirl but her first kiss ever. For just a second Chelsea was caught with a sudden pang of the things she might not have missed out on if she had lived a normal life. But it was a pang quickly banished the second her lips met Alice's. \n\n\n\nHonestly, she wasn't sure what to expect and so was utterly unprepared for the warmth that spread through her, followed by a little tingling buzz around her lips. Her sense of touch wasn't the only sense overwhelmed either, her eyes drifting closed both in the face of the softly intense pleasure and the sweet scent that filled her nostrils. To say nothing of the soft fur against her arms that had somehow wrapped unbidden around Alice's back, drawing her close enough to feel the swell of her breasts through her shirt. \n\n\n\nThat simple feeling of feminine curves and soft fur teasing her hyper sensitive flesh suddenly had Chelsea wishing she was naked too, to feel all of Alice against her as she held her close. But that could wait. \n\n\n\nEven as she shifted the kiss slightly, Chelsea traced a finger along Alice's spine and with delight felt the rise of goosebumps under her touch. Followed by a whimper through the continuing kiss. \n\n\n\nEmboldened both by the reaction she felt and her own arousal, Chelsea let that hand trail lower and lower, gliding inch by inch over soft fur covered skin until she reached the swell of her hip, her finger tips just bushing the other curve it connected too.\n\n\n\nAlice broke the kiss with a hiss of sudden need, a violent draw of air perfectly timed with the thrust of her hip towards that touch. Yet below that Chelsea could feel another tension building, a soft tremble that had nothing to do her new Pokegirls lusty needs.\n\n\n\n'You must be cold. It's warm under here.' Chelsea whispered as her other hand twitched the blanket still half wrapped around her. \n\n\n\nAlice needed no further invitation, her lithe frame gracefully turned around to snuggle her back against Chelsea's invitingly warm front; her legs spread a little in an invitation of her own. \n\n\n\nDespite the openness of that invitation, Chelsea didn't rush; softly and carefully allowing her arms to link around the naked Chinchilla, holding her close in an embrace of utter care, affection and love. After all, with the new found understanding she had of Pokegirls, Chelsea wanted Alice to know she felt all of that for her. And more, even if she hadn't fully worked out what more meant yet. \n\n\n\nStill, one thing she could understand was the growing tension in Alice as she let one arm slip away from her embrace and with a touch she fully meant to be teasing danced her fingers down over her stomach. \n\n\n\nIt was a tease Alice keenly felt, her lips parted in soft squeaks and whimpered gasps that came as quickly as her suddenly hitched breath, one of her paws closed quickly and tightly around Chelsea's hand. \n\n\n\nChelsea almost paused there, her mind suddenly filled with a conflicting storm of emotion; her head filled with a sudden worry that she might be doing all of this wrong. She wanted nothing more than to shower her new Pokegirl with love and affection, but what if in her haste she was going too fast and messing everything up. \n\n\n\nTrue, Alice wasn't exactly complaining and there was something about the way she had tightened her paw around her that spoke to the pleasure she felt at that moment. But that wasn't enough to fully assuage her doubts. Nor was it enough to stop Chelsea from allowing her hand to continue until it brushed the warm wet fur she had been expecting.\n\n\n\nNow it was Chelsea's turn to stiffen, caught up in the first touch of another woman's cunny, the heat from the dampness sinking invitingly into her fingers. It was such an intimate act that for a second she had no idea what to do next. \n\n\n\nSilly...it's just like touching yourself. Chelsea whispered in her head. Those words were like a barrier being broken in her mind, and she drew on the familiarity of what she could feel, \n\nher fingers running over her lips and exploring the familiar shape. She relaxed. Alice didn't, stiffening again with a fresh whimper of need that gripped her from head to toe.\n\n\n\nWhich was nothing to the way she stiffened and her paw tightened the second Chelsea's questing fingers parted the lips she had caressed so softly, marvelling at the heat she found there, her wetness around slick around her fingertips; especially the one that brushed against her clit. \n\n\n\nHad Chelsea been in the mood, she could have lingered her fingers there, teasing her Pokegirl a little with that touch. While that idea did send delicious shivers up her spine, that was something surely best left to later. Right now Chelsea was more inclined to make her feel good than tease her. \n\n\n\nSomething Alice approved of, given the way she whimpered a bubbling moan as Chelsea parted her lips with a soft press of her middle finger. Not that Alice was really in a state to approve. That would require a amount of logical reasoned thinking she couldn't muster at this point, as pure animal instinct took over. While a debate still raged about whether the touch of a woman affected a Pokegirl as much as what the more prudish researcher might call 'the more primal touch of a man' there was no doubting the effect it had on Alice. \n\n\n\nAlready she was caught in an urgent roll of her hips before Chelsea added a second finger alongside the first, those two fingers meeting that roll with a rhythm of thier own. Each thrust was met with a whimper and jerky buck from Alice, her rear pressed against Chelsea only to lurch forward again, driving her fingers deeper. \n\n\n\nUnknown to her it wasn't just her arousal..all her doubts aside whatever doubts she had about if she was doing this right were unfounded as Alice whimpered not in her lust but in the pleasure only another could give. If only she could speak she would have reassured her about that, but she couldn't find the words to assuage her doubts..couldn't make her mouth work right. \n\n\n\nUnknown to her her moans were reassurance enough, Chelsea knew moans of pleasure when she heard them . She might not have much experience but she knew that. Plus she could feel other things from her new lover, her reactions giving other cues for her to follow. How long had she been denied this simple human pleasure? Try as she might, Chelsea couldn't help being distracted by that question, the rawness of it almost broke her heart. So it was with an effort that Chelsea brought herself back to the moment. \n\n\n\nIt was like her whole body was torn, wanting to stay close to her and to move with the fingers inside her. She was practically clinging to her. Each whimper of her name was erotic music to her ears. She had never imagined this moment before but she never wanted it to end. It had too of course but they would have so many more. \n\n\n\nRight now she couldn't have drawn it out if she wanted too, that would just have been cruel. Besides she was caught up in this ad much as Alice was, both of them riding a wave of desire they couldn't hope to stop. \n\n\n\nHer body tingled with a shade of the pleasure she imagined Alice was feeling, a warm glow deep within her stomach that had slowly spread all through her. She couldn't process any of these feelings, it was such a rush. She hoped the next times would be slower. But right now she just wanted to enjoy the rush. \n\n\n\n\n\nIt was adorable and intoxicating how she responded, how much she was enjoying this. Not just on a physical level but emotional too. It was almost like she could feel her joy at having found a mistress, that joy trickling to fill her heart as well. Her cunny felt so warm compared to her own, trickling hot sweet juices that clung to her fingers. The whole experience was intoxicating, she'd never imagined it could feel like this. That she could make anyone feel this good. \n\n\n\nSo caught up in her own thoughts was Chelsea that she hadn't actually realise how close to her peak Alice actually was. She had only meant to ease her hand back to add another finger to the duo already filling her cunny when Alice grabbed her hand in an urgent grip, driving her fingers back into her suddenly all too empty cunny. \n\n\n\n'It's okay. I've got you. Come for me.' Chelsea whispered with a sweet kiss on Alice's ear, those soft words relenting her firm grip just enough for Chelsea to resume her soft thrusts, her fingers curled a little inside squirming Pokegirl. \n\n\n\nWith barely a whimper that almost mocked the pleasure she must have been feeling, Alice's whole body tensed as the release she had craved came crashing over her; her frantic rocks fading in the face of the warm pleasure filling her. \n\n\n\nThrough it all Chelsea just held her until she relaxed, tenderly pulling her soaked fingers from her cunny to wipe them against the bedroll beneath her; her heart twanged with another swell of protectiveness as she eyed the relaxed Pokegirl snuggled against her front. A swell that for the moment had banished all her doubts and questions. Doubts she was more than happy to stay banished until morning. Right now, she had more important things to think about. It was with that happy thought that Chelsea drifted off to sleep, cuddling the already asleep Alice until morning. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n---------------\n\n\n\n\n\nDrifted off to sleep Chelsea might have done. But there was nothing gentle about the way she jerked awake, the simple brush of her hand against the flat material of the camp bed beside her flooding her with a rush of panic as she jerked her head up in a frantic effort to search for her Pokegirl before she even bolted out of the bed in a tangle of blankets. \n\n\n\nLuckily she never got that far as a sudden subtle shift of movement against her side quickly drew her gaze back down. And just as quickly her panic shifted from relief to another flash of emotion; her cheeks raised with a rosy blush as she realised the still naked Pokegirl was now cuddled against her side, her hands having snaked around her waist in the middle of the night, the relaxed embrace having pulled her bare breasts lightly against her side.\n\n\n\n'Awww...that's so cute.'\n\n\n\nSo caught up in her thoughts had Chelsea been she truly hadn't noticed Melanie enter the tent. Only now she couldn't avoid noticing her as she became utterly aware that she had an audience for the embarrassing position she found herself in. Even the vague hope that Melanie was too drowsy to notice was dashed by the bright smile she shot her despite having clesrly been awake through the latter half of the night as she had promised. At least Chelsea guessed that was the case, given how she was wrapped up against the cold in Peter's jacket. \n\n\n\n'It's not..is it?' Chelsea whispered with a bashfulness she had never felt even when she stepped out on stage in front of hundreds of fans. \n\n\n\n'I'd say so.' Melanie nodded. 'And it's nothing to be shy about. I often spend nights curled up like that with both Tamika and Emma. Except I'm often naked too. It's part of having a Pokegirl too, Taming them that is.'\n\n\n\n'I..hadn't thought about that..before I mean.' Chelsea admitted. 'I....knew it had to be done. Just not by me. I know you will probably slate me for this but..growing up..my mum had staff to Tame her Pokegirl.'\n\n\n\n'I might slate her for that.' Melanie said evenly. 'I don't think she cared for hers the way you do. So I'd say you two will be having some more fun together fairly soon.'\n\n\n\n'I...well..yes..maybe.' Chelsea admitted with a shy smile. 'Once she is rested up.'\n\n\n\n'Once we get her home and to a Pokegirl Centre she'll be fine.' Melanie promised. 'Anyway, I'm going to see if Peter is up. You guys rest a bit longer. \n\n\n\n\n\n----------------\n\n\n\n\n\nLeaving Chelsea alone with her thoughts, Melanie slipped out of the tent with every intention of checking on Peter. But as Melanie had often found out in her short journey things often don't go as you might expect. A belief proved as without any warning the whole clearing was whipped up into a flurry of wind which sent leaves, twigs and ash from the still smouldering fire flying into the air, ash that might have caused a serious problem had Tamika not quickly doused the remains of the fire pit as she stood alert for the first sign of a fire. \n\n\n\n'Is it...' Peter called out as he staggered from his tent, the last part of his question stolen by the roaring wind.\n\n\n\n'No..I don't think so.' Melanie called back, having correctly guessed that he was concerned about the appearance of the Pokegirl they had been looking for. 'It..almost sounds like a helicopter. But who would bring one out here?'\n\n\n\n'It's my mother.' Chelsea said with a flat sigh that couldn't hide her obvious frustration as she joined the other with Alice still snuggled close to her side, albeit now clad in a loose tshirt that flapped around her knees in the wind.\n\n\n\n'Your..mother.' Melanie echoed even thought that word was lost as the now easily identified Helicopter drifted over head with a deafening thunder of blades, the growing downdraft forcing the group to retreat to the cover of the trees. Something that proved to be a wise move as with no warning a heavy metal plate landed with a crash where they had been standing. \n\n\n\nA plate that Melanie, through shielded and squinted eyes, couldn't help notice was connected to four study cables; cables that quickly carried an enclosed metal basket down to the ground. Even before she stepped out with a glance towards Chelsea and without the obvious family resemblance , Melanie would have guessed the striking woman in an extravagantly tailored khaki jacket and trousers was her mother, her eyes and expression hidden behind a pair of sunglasses that probably cost as much as the rest of her outfit. \n\n\n\n'What are you doing here mother?' Chelsea answered as the roar of the helicopter faded, the once imposing vehicle moved to find somewhere to land as Melanie would later learn.\n\n\n\n'What am I doing here?' That question was punctuated by the swift removal of the glasses that had adorned her eyes, revealing a stern face unmarked by lines and unmoved by the apparent concern in her voice. 'I couldn't leave my daughter out here alone a moment longer.'\n\n\n\n'You didn't have to mother.' Chelsea said coolly. 'Peter, Melanie and I have this in hand.'\n\n\n\n'I'm sure you do. And I'm sure they mean well.' The older woman replied with a glance at Peter that spoke volumes to how little she really believed that. 'But I think we can let the professionals take over. After all, I've hired the best Pokegirl trackers from The Johto League and beyond. We will find your Pokegirl in no time.'\n\n\n\n'I..didn't ask you to do that.' Chelsea said firmly. 'Anyway, I've already found a Pokegirl. By myself. Without you and your..trackers.'\n\n\n\n'Yes..so I see.' Clearly Chelsea had expected that stern reply as she stiffened. 'I'm sure we can find you something better than this...common creature.'\n\n\n\n'Maybe I don't want something better.' Chelsea countered. \n\n\n\n'Don't be silly. No daughter of mine will be seen with something so..so..common. So..ordinary.'\n\n\n\n'Maybe that doesn't matter to me.' Chelsea replied firmly. 'I know she isn't the Pokegirl I came here to find. But she is the one I caught.'\n\n\n\n'Well..then you can just uncatch her. I won't have you shame yourself like this.'\n\n\n\n'No, I can't just uncatch here.' Chelsea stood her ground. 'And I don't see it as shaming myself. I didn't ask you to come here mother. I didn't ask for your help. And I didn't ask for your advice.'\n\n\n\n'I see how it is. It's these..people.' The elder woman shot a glance at Peter and Melanie that could charitably be called scathing. 'They have put ideas in your head.'\n\n\n\n'They have made me think about things differently.' Chelsea said. 'After all, I'm not a child anymore. For years, I've done things as you did. Well..I'm not a child. And this I'm doing for myself. If you don't like it, well..you will just have to accept it. Now..I'm heading back to town. Alice needs a Pokegirl Centre. And I'm not waiting around.'\n\n\n\n------------------\n\n\n\nChelsea had been true to her word, she hadn't waited around; her newfound haste having carried them all to the Pokegirl Centre in record time. And there Melanie had proved to be true to her word, Nurse Joy having easily fixed Alice's wounds in a flash. That was the one reassuring thing about the Pokegirl world. A quick flash in a healing machine and all but the most serious of wounds could be healed in a second. \n\n\n\nWhich hadn't exactly reassured Chelsea. \n\n\n\n'Are you sure she will be okay?' Chelsea asked, her sudden hesitation having sprung up out of nowhere and almost in the face of the haste that had carried her to the Pokegirl Centre. All the way here she had thought of nothing but getting Alice the treatment she needed. Bit now she found herself reluctant to surrender her Pokeball. Even for a few seconds.\n\n\n\n'Of course. Her injuries aren't that serious.' Nurse Joy said with a kind smile, the pink haired buxom Pokegirl pulled off the rubber gloves she had used to examine the faded wound on Alice's side. 'Just a quick flash in the healing machine and she will be good as new.'\n\n\n\n'Alright.' Chelsea said, her fingers tightened on the Pokeball for a second before she passed it over to Nurse Joy. 'Take good care of her.'\n\n\n\n'She'll be fine.' Melanie rested a hand lightly on her shoulder. 'Trust me.'\n\n\n\n'I know' Chelsea sighed. 'I made a promise. A promise to introduce her to my fans. And I'm going to keep my promise.'\n\n\n\n'Maybe sooner than you think.' Melanie said, her voice tinged with mirth.\n\n\n\n'What do you..oh.' Chelsea had followed Melanie's gaze, turning almost before she could think about it, her movement brought up short as quickly as her words had been. And with good reason, given the gaggle of youthful boys and girls gathered in the entrance with an almost star struck expression on each of their faces. \n\n\n\n'Did you really catch a Pokegirl?'\n\n\n\n'All by yourself? Can we see her?'\n\n\n\n'Does she have a name yet? Can I get an autograph from you both?'\n\n\n\nSomehow Chelsea was able to pick out tjose three questions from the hubbub of voices that surrounded her as almost as one the assembled crowd pressed into the Pokegirl Centre.\n\n\n\n'Yes. Yes I did, and yes you can. Her name is Alice and I'm sure she'd love that.' Chelsea said with a composure Melanie, who had quickly slipped out of the way of the crowd, both envied and was certain she couldn't have maintained. 'So..why don't we sit and we can talk.'\n\n\n\nWith the selfsame composure Chelsea lead the crowd over to the small seating area at the front of the Pokegirl Centre, yet somehow found a moment to shoot Melanie a smile that spoke volumes of gratitude. One that Melanie returned before she gracefully slipped away to allow her this moment alone.\n\n\n\n\n\n--------------\n\n\n\n'No..I'm sorry. I haven't seen a lost tm.' Melsnie said with genuine sympathy to the rather harried looking female dressed in a dust coated lab coat. 'Maybe they handed it in at the Pokegitl Centre. Sorry, I've got to take this.'\n\n\n\nThat last statement came from the subtle vibration in her pocket that could only mean an incoming call; a call Melsnie couldn't help noticing was from an unknown number as she answered it without thinking. 'Hello? Oh..Chelsea. How did you get this number?'\n\n\n\n'An Idol has contacts.' Chelsea said coyly. 'I'm sorry I haven't called before. It's been a busy few days.'\n\n\n\n'Oh, I noticed.' Melanie replied. 'You've been all over the celebrity news feeds. Signing both a new agent and a new contract. Fast work.'\n\n\n\n'Yes..well..I felt I'd wasted enough time.' Chelsea admitted. 'And I owe it all to you. Well..you and Peter. So..now that you've got my number, if you need anything..call me. Oh, and Ill make sure you both get tickets to my next concert.' \n\n\n\n'Sounds good to me.' Melanie replied. 'And the same goes for you. Although I have a feeling we will see each other again anyway.'\n\n\n\n'You know what. So do I.'\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "'I don't think we should head back now.' Peter mused thoughtfully. 'It's starting to get dark. And I don't fancy wandering these woods at night. No, it's safer to stay here. I suggest we make camp for the night.'



'So...great..camping trip.' Melanie said with a sidelong glance at Chelsea who understandably might not be so keen on that idea.



'Well..sort of.' Peter replied. 'Except we don't have any tents. I wasn't expecting to have this continue over night.'



'Sort of nothing.' Chelsea cut in. 'I guess I'm going to help you guys out here. Maybe I don't know much about tracking Pokegirls in the wild, but I do know about being prepared. And it just so happens being prepared today means having some tents with me.



'You...have some tents with you?' Melanie made sure not to let the doubt she felt slip into her voice as she eyed the small backpack that hung casually from one shoulder.



'Yup. In here.' Chelsea said as she pulled out two small spheres that could almost have been Pokeballs if not for the fact they were solid black. 'In a few years these will be something every trainer carries. Right now, they are still experimental. But they work just fine. Watch.'



Melanie did just that, after having taken a few quick steps backwards. It wasn't that she didn't trust Chelsea, it was just the word experimental had slipped into her brain and nestled there. From the way Peter and Susie matched her step, they clearly felt the same.



Not that Melanie was sure what she was afraid of besides being buried beneath a cumbersome mass of fabric and ropes. Thankfully as the white light that emerged from the balls and resolved into two distinct piles of poles, ropes and sheeting.



'Oh. We still have to assemble them?' Melanie asked.



'What did you think this was? An anime?' Chelsea replied with a wry smile.



'Then I guess that's down to me.' Peter replied. 'Melanie, could you get some firewood?'



'Sure.'



Melanie made good upon her promise, the trio of her, Tamika and Emma quickly Gathering a decent bundle of kindling and larger sticks and logs, the latter ably made available by Emma's Vine Whip cutting them down. So it was they returned to camp with enough wood to, hopefully, keep a fire going all night. And returned to find a pleasant surprise.



While Melanie had tried to hold down on her assessment of Chelsea as an indolent idol, she wouldn't have been surprised to find that she had been taking it easy while they worked. Which brought her back to the pleasant surprise. For it seemed that, with her new Pokegirl at her side, Chelsea had been busy with her own collection.



'There. Now we shouldn't have to worry about fresh water either.' Chelsea nodded towards the five canteens resting against the log neatly placed before the first of the two tents which already stood erected, its companion nearly in the same condition. 'Luckily enough there was a stream just over that rise.'



'Not bad.' Melanie admitted. 'I don't suppose you packed a portable shower in that backpack of yours too.'



'I'm prepared...not a miracle worker.' Chelsea said, a smile gracing her lips as she sat on the log, her new Pokegirl instantly snuggling up to her side. 'Some comforts will just have to wait until we get back.'



'You know..maybe I've been too hard on you.' Melanie admitted as she sat joined her on the log, her hands quickly working to assemble the loose collection of sticks into a semblance of fire. 'I have to admit, I just thought you were kinda a typical idol.' There were other words Melanie could have added there but luckily she held them back.



Given the sudden flash of emotion that crossed Chelsea's face, she had either predicted them or heard them before. 'You wouldn't be the first to think that. Or to say it. Often less politely than you did. I know what people in some circles think about idols. Lazy good for nothing children with an inflated sense of self importance who should get a proper job. Never matter I'm good at this. Or it's something I've wanted to do all my life.'



'Except find yourself this illusive Pokegirl.' Peter said as he stepped back from the second freshly assembled tent.



'Except that.' Chelsea replied. 'Although that's something I have to do. Not that I want to do.'



'You did seem driven about it when we first met.' Melanie reminded her. 'Then again, you seemed kinda cold when we first met you too.'



'Touché.' Chelsea said with a smile. 'I was a little..cold..yes..cold. I think that sums it up. And I apologise for that.'



'Ah..don't mind it.' Melanie admitted. 'She doesn't seem to mind you either.'



'Yes.' Chelsea said as she followed her gaze to where the Pokegirl was still curled up by her side. 'She does seem..taken with me.'



'Well...what did you expect?' Peter replied. 'You did catch her. She's yours now. Of course she's bonding with you. In a non loquacious kind of way. You have to remember what her body is going through at the moment. Never mind her wounds, the adjustment to being an owned Pokegirl can take its toll too. I'm sure once she is fully recovered she will properly warm up to you.'



'I..don't know.' Chelsea hesitated. 'I..this wasn't what I planned. Did you guys feel like this when you got your first Pokegirl?'



'Of course.' Peter jumped in with that answer before Melanie could throw the same answer into the ring. 'I can't think of anyone getting thief first Pokegirl who didn't feel as nervous as they did excited. Tamer or Ranger, that feeling is the same.'



'Even you?'



'Even me. Just because I had been training for years, doesn't mean I wasn't nervous.

Nervous about the Pokegirl I would be pared with. Unlike a Tamer, Rangers don't get the same choice as others. They are paired with one as they train. Only..I hadn't found my partner yet. And part of me worried I wouldn't before I completed my training. And if I did, I was worried I couldn't work with her if I found one.'



'Hah. Found one.' Susie said with a smirk. 'It was me that found him. After all, he'd have been lost without me. I could see that the moment I saw him. So worried..so nervous about himself. I just couldn't leave him standing around looking so lost. So I picked him as my partner. And we've never looked back.'



Melanie had a feeling there was a little more to it than that, but decided not to press on the questions about that for the moment. 'For me, I definitely chose Tamika. But I was nervous as well. I didn't exactly have Peter's training. Sure, I knew a lot about Pokegirls..but the same could be said about any would-be Tamer could say the same. I didn't know if I could cut it. I'd just be one of many trying to make his or her mark. I guess like Peter I wanted to prove myself. To be..worthy of the Pokegirl I got. Does that make sense?'



'Makes sense to me.' Peter agreed. 'But you two should get some sleep if you can.'



While Peter's advice made sense, Melanie found that sleep eluded her at the moment. Why, she couldn't say. It wasn't like she had something on her mind..well..she obviously did. But she couldn't put a finger on what. And after an hour of trying to get comfortable and failing, she had given up and decided to get up and do something. She just hadn't expected that something to find that Chelsea was still awake too.



Then again with her new Pokegirl being the only one actually asleep and still rested gently against her side, it wasn't like she could have moved to head to her tent to sleep without disturbing her new companion. Which wasn't to say something hadn't disturbed her. Had she not lingered for that second longer, she might have missed it.



Yet linger she did, just long enough to see her sleep fade as a pang of pain lanced across her side, followed a second later by a whimper of the same pain. Barely had Melanie moved to grab a potion from her pocket than Chelsea had beaten her too it, the sudden hiss of the soothing liquid stilling the pain enough for her to slip back to sleep.





 'Soo..you do have a heart in there somewhere.' That almost instinctual comment slipped out before Melanie could even stop it. Which just left it hanging there in the air.





'I'll take that.' Chelsea said seeming good grace, grace that Melanie decided to take at face value. 'You aren't the first to say I've come across as..terse when I'm not signing autographs or taking interviews. People have used less considerate words as well. I'm..I..I wasn't raised to have friends. My mother thought they would be a distraction. So..I went along with that. I never was good a dealing with people. So..it seemed easier somehow. Doesn't mean I don't..can't care for people. It just..doesn't come naturally to me.'



'Seemed to do alright just now.' Melanie said as she nodded towards the still contentedly eating Pokegirl. 'And I think she would agree. Maybe you aren't giving yourself enough credit for that.'



'I..it just seemed right.' Chelsea said slowly. 'I don't think there is anything special about it. I just gave her something she wanted. That's something anyone could do. Anything beyond that..I'm not good with that..with friendship. My mother isn't and..I'm no better at her than that. I'm not even very good at talking to people.'



'I find that hard to believe.' Peter said as he and Susie returned with arms full of a rough collection of sticks each, having made good on his firewood promise. 'You must talk to people every day.'



'That's not the same thing.' Chelsea replied. 'Signings and fan meetings are more..structured. You just sit and listen to their questions, give a quick answer and move on. You'd be amazed how often the same questions come up really. And I've gotten pretty good at answering them. People just want to know about the new album or song mostly. That's all pretty easy to do. But actually sitting and talking to someone..keeping a conversation going. That's not so easy to me.'



'You must have had friends though.' Melanie asked carefully.



'An idol doesn't have time for friends.' Chelsea said. 'At least that's what my mother said. An idol must be friends to everyone, and so friends to no one.'



'Sounds lonely.' Melanie replied.



'That's the price of success.' Chelsea said. 'The price for being the best idol I can be. And that's what I'm going to do. I can't afford distractions from that.'



'Well...I think you should try to sleep.' Melanie said. 'I think you can chance moving her. Come on. You'll both freeze out here.'





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'Maybe I've been too hard on her.' Melanie said as she tended the fire from her seat beside Tamika and Emma who had already made themselves comfy before the roaring flames. 'She really seems to buy all that stuff her mother has put in her head.'



'Maybe.' Peter said as he walked around from the other side of the fire to join her, careful not to let his voice carry over the other side of the fire where Chelsea and her Pokegirl lay asleep in the tent. 'She accepts it though. Don't underestimate the power of family. Which of us here hasn't been influenced in what we do by their example.'



'I can't argue with that.' Melanie said. 'I wouldn't be a Pokegirl Tamer without the advice of my mother. And I guess your parents helped with you becoming a Pokegirl Ranger.'



'You could say that.' Peter replied. 'Anyway, you get some sleep. I'll keep watch for a bit.'



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Unknown to them Chelsea wasn't asleep. Which made her something of a rarity in this tent she shared with Melanie, Tamika and Emma. To say nothing of new companion curled up on the camp bed beside her. It wasn't from lack of trying or lack of want either. She just..couldn't. Not yet. She would close her eyes for a few seconds only to open them to check on her again. And even with her eyes closed, she would find her hearing drawn to the sound of her breathing. None of which entirely banished the concern she felt. For she couldn't forget the way she had awoken in pain. And she couldn't sleep until she was sure she was comfortable.



To do so would be, as Melanie had intimated, be heartless. And while these feelings might be new to her, she certainly wasn't heartless. She just..had no idea how to deal with this.. friendship. If that was what it was. She was..speaking honestly..adrift here about how to deal with the affection being shown her. Never mind how to reciprocate it.



She knew what her mother would say though, could even hear her voice as if she was here with her now. 'Friendship serves no purpose Chelsea. Connections yes. Knowing the right people, always. But getting close to people only serves as a distraction. The important thing is not how you feel..but what they can offer you. Be friendly..be personable..wear that as a mask of politeness. But never let friendship distract you from your goal.'



Funny. A day ago she had believed that. That friendship was something beyond her reach, something she should never strive for because that wasn't what an idol did. Friend to everyone and friend to no one. And yet all it had taken was one person to actually show a smattering of affection towards her to make her doubt the words she had clung too. To make her question if her mother had actually been wrong all these years. That maybe the path she had walked wasn't the path for her. Now that she actually had some time to think, Chelsea had no answer to that question.



'What questions?'



That soft voice jolted Chelsea out of the reverie that had become so deep she had almost forgotten she wasn't alone here.



'Just..questions I'm trying to work out.' Chelsea dipped her head a little to glance at the now wide awake Pokegirl by her side. 'But I have a more important question right now. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?'



'I don't think so.' The Pokegirl's casual reply tweaked by a sudden grimace of discomfort as she shifted closer. 'Well..until I move.'



'Well..then you'd better not move.' Chelsea replied kindly. 'But are you sure? I still have some..'



'I'm sure.' The Pokegirl replied. 'I had a good sleep. And the magic liquid you used really helped me. But I'm awake now and I want to know all about my new mistress.'



Touched as she was by the earnest kindness and interest being shown in her, Chelsea couldn't help the sudden hesitation that gripped her. Funny, all her secret longing to actually and properly talk with someone and now that the moment had arrived she had no idea where to start.



'Well...I'm Chelsea. I'm the one who caught you. But you already know that I guess.' Chelsea paused, holding back on the revelation that she hadn't actually meant too which hovered on the tip of her tongue. 'Um...I'm 22 years old, which isn't very old. Barely one step beyond being a child as my mother would say. Despite my becoming an adult years ago. Honestly sometimes I think she still sees me as a child Idol...really.'



Suddenly caught by a wash of self-consciousness Chelsea trailed off from the rambling sentence that could easily have drawn out twice that long if she let it. Which just left her in the almost equally awkward situation of not knowing what to say next.



'A..child Idol?' The Pokegirl asked with an expression both curious and confused. 'What's..an Idol?'



'I am. Me.' Chelsea began even as she realised that unintentionally and bashfully trite answer wasn't really an answer at all. 'An Idol is..someone with a talent that everyone admires I guess you could say. Mine is singing. You..don't know what singing is maybe. Well..it's this.'



Chelsea paused if only to draw in a deep breath that filled her lungs deeply.



'You stood before me. Never judging and never cruel, giving me all the love I'd never had. Lost..and alone..I'd drifted on my own until I found you. Until..you found me.



Found me...took me in your arms and whispered those three words I'd longed for. The words I never dared to dream of hearing....whispered..I Love You.'



Again, Chelsea trailed off, her voice cracked a little from the disquieting emotion of being almost too bashful to sing; an emotion that was utterly new to her and one she hoped would stay that way.



'That..was beautiful.' The Pokegirl replied with a beaming smile that made Chelsea's mouth twitch into a smile of her own. ' I can see why everyone looks up to you. I've never heard anything like that. So unlike a Pokegirl Song. I'd love to hear you sing again. Or maybe sing together. Can we do that when we go back home. Ohh..home..where is home Mistress? Do you live near here? Or is this your home?'



'Hmmm? Oh..no.' Chelsea admitted with a laugh. 'This just where I'm sleeping tonight. I'm traveling with a few friends. Well...people I hope could become my friends. But yes..we can sing when we get home.'



'Ohh...you are travelling.' The Pokegirl replied. 'I've never traveled..never left the forest. Not since..since..'



Chelsea's heart lurched hearing those words, her mind racing ahead to finish that sentence with one word that might have broken it; before. She knew that sometimes human girls became Pokegirls but she had always comforted herself with the thought that they wouldn't remember the life they had before. If that wasn't the case..then...



'Since..ever.' Chelsea let out the breath she had been holding. She wasn't sure how she would have reacted to actually hear the revelation she had been dreading.



'Then I guess we are going to have to make for that.' Chelsea promised almost without thinking. Back when this day had started, her only expectation had been to acquire a Pokegirl to be little more than a pampered house cat. Yet now that she had caught one, she couldn't imagine letting her leave her side. It was like her whole world had been turned upside down. And honestly she wouldn't have it any other way. 'An Idol does a lot of travelling. And of course you will be there with me.'



'Is that what you are doing now? Were doing out here?' The Pokegirl's curiosity seemed boundless, perhaps spurred by Chelsea's openness. Something she was more than willing to indulge.



'Actually I was out here looking for something.' Chelsea said slowly. 'A Pokegirl actually. One that my mother wanted me to find. Only..I didn't find her. But maybe I found someone more special.'



'Oh..what was that?' The Pokegirl asked softly, her voice filled almost with a longing to hear a certain answer to that question.



'You, silly.' Chelsea answered with a laugh. 'And since we are going to be together then I guess you are going to need a name. Unless you already have one.'



'I..didn't have one..before.' The Pokegirl answered slowly. 'But I'd love for you to give me one, Mistress.'



'Then I'll call you..Alice.' Chelsea said with a hesitant smile which quickly grew broader as the newly christened Alice returned it. 'You don't have to call me Mistress though. Chelsea will do.'



'Alice. I like it Mis..Chelsea.' Alice purred that word, rolling it around her tongue.



'Consider it the first of many gifts I'm going to give you.' Chelsea said as she glanced down at the still nude Pokegirl before her. 'Starting with some clothes. I have some spares of mine with me here, which might be a little big for you. But they will do until we can go shopping.'



'You..don't like the way I look?' Alice answered with a pout that made Chelsea's heart melt a little.



'Don't be silly.' Chelsea answered, her lips lingering in a sudden but hesitant kiss on her forehead. 'People don't normally go walking around naked, that's all. Not outdoors anyway. Trust me, I'm hoping to see a lot of you with your clothes off.'



That was another first for Chelsea, her previous cold statement about leaving the Taming of her Pokegirl seeming to have evaporated as fast as the rest of her past thoughts which, now that she had her new found clarity, seemed horribly cruel. Not that she still wasn't hesitant about the whole thing, the very thought of being with another girl somewhat alien to her.



It wasn't when you used to fantasise about Eloise when you used to shower together. Chelsea couldn't help blushing as her mind threw out that particular memory of the head of her mother's household. Being as sheltered as Chelsea had been and having grown up surrounded by her all female staff and devoid of the normal teen exposure to boys it perhaps wasn't a surprise that she had developed a few crushes on them. And none more so than the stunning blonde who had been her guardian and surrogate mother in a way.

A closeness that hadn't stopped her fantasies being filled with thoughts of the gorgeous older woman, her mind more than once taking liberties with the regular showers they used to share and turning them into something more sensual.



As much as the sensual recollections were embarrassing for Chelsea to recall, she couldn't deny that she had had no problem imagining what she would have done to please her girl crush. So surely it wouldn't be that different.



'I have my clothes off now.' Alice distracted her from her recollections with that whisper that spoke of layered intents, each of which sent a shiver through Chelsea, her nipples risen by the resultant tingles.



'That's true.' Chelsea replied slowly, hoping rushing things too fast. 'And I know just what to do about that.'



Very much hoping that she wasn't about to make a fool of herself, Chelsea leaned forward for not just what was going to be her first kiss with another woman or her first kiss with a Pokegirl but her first kiss ever. For just a second Chelsea was caught with a sudden pang of the things she might not have missed out on if she had lived a normal life. But it was a pang quickly banished the second her lips met Alice's.



Honestly, she wasn't sure what to expect and so was utterly unprepared for the warmth that spread through her, followed by a little tingling buzz around her lips. Her sense of touch wasn't the only sense overwhelmed either, her eyes drifting closed both in the face of the softly intense pleasure and the sweet scent that filled her nostrils. To say nothing of the soft fur against her arms that had somehow wrapped unbidden around Alice's back, drawing her close enough to feel the swell of her breasts through her shirt.



That simple feeling of feminine curves and soft fur teasing her hyper sensitive flesh suddenly had Chelsea wishing she was naked too, to feel all of Alice against her as she held her close. But that could wait.



Even as she shifted the kiss slightly, Chelsea traced a finger along Alice's spine and with delight felt the rise of goosebumps under her touch. Followed by a whimper through the continuing kiss.



Emboldened both by the reaction she felt and her own arousal, Chelsea let that hand trail lower and lower, gliding inch by inch over soft fur covered skin until she reached the swell of her hip, her finger tips just bushing the other curve it connected too.



Alice broke the kiss with a hiss of sudden need, a violent draw of air perfectly timed with the thrust of her hip towards that touch. Yet below that Chelsea could feel another tension building, a soft tremble that had nothing to do her new Pokegirls lusty needs.



'You must be cold. It's warm under here.' Chelsea whispered as her other hand twitched the blanket still half wrapped around her.



Alice needed no further invitation, her lithe frame gracefully turned around to snuggle her back against Chelsea's invitingly warm front; her legs spread a little in an invitation of her own.



Despite the openness of that invitation, Chelsea didn't rush; softly and carefully allowing her arms to link around the naked Chinchilla, holding her close in an embrace of utter care, affection and love. After all, with the new found understanding she had of Pokegirls, Chelsea wanted Alice to know she felt all of that for her. And more, even if she hadn't fully worked out what more meant yet.



Still, one thing she could understand was the growing tension in Alice as she let one arm slip away from her embrace and with a touch she fully meant to be teasing danced her fingers down over her stomach.



It was a tease Alice keenly felt, her lips parted in soft squeaks and whimpered gasps that came as quickly as her suddenly hitched breath, one of her paws closed quickly and tightly around Chelsea's hand.



Chelsea almost paused there, her mind suddenly filled with a conflicting storm of emotion; her head filled with a sudden worry that she might be doing all of this wrong. She wanted nothing more than to shower her new Pokegirl with love and affection, but what if in her haste she was going too fast and messing everything up.



True, Alice wasn't exactly complaining and there was something about the way she had tightened her paw around her that spoke to the pleasure she felt at that moment. But that wasn't enough to fully assuage her doubts. Nor was it enough to stop Chelsea from allowing her hand to continue until it brushed the warm wet fur she had been expecting.



Now it was Chelsea's turn to stiffen, caught up in the first touch of another woman's cunny, the heat from the dampness sinking invitingly into her fingers. It was such an intimate act that for a second she had no idea what to do next.



Silly...it's just like touching yourself. Chelsea whispered in her head. Those words were like a barrier being broken in her mind, and she drew on the familiarity of what she could feel,

her fingers running over her lips and exploring the familiar shape. She relaxed. Alice didn't, stiffening again with a fresh whimper of need that gripped her from head to toe.



Which was nothing to the way she stiffened and her paw tightened the second Chelsea's questing fingers parted the lips she had caressed so softly, marvelling at the heat she found there, her wetness around slick around her fingertips; especially the one that brushed against her clit.



Had Chelsea been in the mood, she could have lingered her fingers there, teasing her Pokegirl a little with that touch. While that idea did send delicious shivers up her spine, that was something surely best left to later. Right now Chelsea was more inclined to make her feel good than tease her.



Something Alice approved of, given the way she whimpered a bubbling moan as Chelsea parted her lips with a soft press of her middle finger. Not that Alice was really in a state to approve. That would require a amount of logical reasoned thinking she couldn't muster at this point, as pure animal instinct took over. While a debate still raged about whether the touch of a woman affected a Pokegirl as much as what the more prudish researcher might call 'the more primal touch of a man' there was no doubting the effect it had on Alice.



Already she was caught in an urgent roll of her hips before Chelsea added a second finger alongside the first, those two fingers meeting that roll with a rhythm of thier own. Each thrust was met with a whimper and jerky buck from Alice, her rear pressed against Chelsea only to lurch forward again, driving her fingers deeper.



Unknown to her it wasn't just her arousal..all her doubts aside whatever doubts she had about if she was doing this right were unfounded as Alice whimpered not in her lust but in the pleasure only another could give. If only she could speak she would have reassured her about that, but she couldn't find the words to assuage her doubts..couldn't make her mouth work right.



Unknown to her her moans were reassurance enough, Chelsea knew moans of pleasure when she heard them . She might not have much experience but she knew that. Plus she could feel other things from her new lover, her reactions giving other cues for her to follow. How long had she been denied this simple human pleasure? Try as she might, Chelsea couldn't help being distracted by that question, the rawness of it almost broke her heart. So it was with an effort that Chelsea brought herself back to the moment.



It was like her whole body was torn, wanting to stay close to her and to move with the fingers inside her. She was practically clinging to her. Each whimper of her name was erotic music to her ears. She had never imagined this moment before but she never wanted it to end. It had too of course but they would have so many more.



Right now she couldn't have drawn it out if she wanted too, that would just have been cruel. Besides she was caught up in this ad much as Alice was, both of them riding a wave of desire they couldn't hope to stop.



Her body tingled with a shade of the pleasure she imagined Alice was feeling, a warm glow deep within her stomach that had slowly spread all through her. She couldn't process any of these feelings, it was such a rush. She hoped the next times would be slower. But right now she just wanted to enjoy the rush.





It was adorable and intoxicating how she responded, how much she was enjoying this. Not just on a physical level but emotional too. It was almost like she could feel her joy at having found a mistress, that joy trickling to fill her heart as well. Her cunny felt so warm compared to her own, trickling hot sweet juices that clung to her fingers. The whole experience was intoxicating, she'd never imagined it could feel like this. That she could make anyone feel this good.



So caught up in her own thoughts was Chelsea that she hadn't actually realise how close to her peak Alice actually was. She had only meant to ease her hand back to add another finger to the duo already filling her cunny when Alice grabbed her hand in an urgent grip, driving her fingers back into her suddenly all too empty cunny.



'It's okay. I've got you. Come for me.' Chelsea whispered with a sweet kiss on Alice's ear, those soft words relenting her firm grip just enough for Chelsea to resume her soft thrusts, her fingers curled a little inside squirming Pokegirl.



With barely a whimper that almost mocked the pleasure she must have been feeling, Alice's whole body tensed as the release she had craved came crashing over her; her frantic rocks fading in the face of the warm pleasure filling her.



Through it all Chelsea just held her until she relaxed, tenderly pulling her soaked fingers from her cunny to wipe them against the bedroll beneath her; her heart twanged with another swell of protectiveness as she eyed the relaxed Pokegirl snuggled against her front. A swell that for the moment had banished all her doubts and questions. Doubts she was more than happy to stay banished until morning. Right now, she had more important things to think about. It was with that happy thought that Chelsea drifted off to sleep, cuddling the already asleep Alice until morning.







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Drifted off to sleep Chelsea might have done. But there was nothing gentle about the way she jerked awake, the simple brush of her hand against the flat material of the camp bed beside her flooding her with a rush of panic as she jerked her head up in a frantic effort to search for her Pokegirl before she even bolted out of the bed in a tangle of blankets.



Luckily she never got that far as a sudden subtle shift of movement against her side quickly drew her gaze back down. And just as quickly her panic shifted from relief to another flash of emotion; her cheeks raised with a rosy blush as she realised the still naked Pokegirl was now cuddled against her side, her hands having snaked around her waist in the middle of the night, the relaxed embrace having pulled her bare breasts lightly against her side.



'Awww...that's so cute.'



So caught up in her thoughts had Chelsea been she truly hadn't noticed Melanie enter the tent. Only now she couldn't avoid noticing her as she became utterly aware that she had an audience for the embarrassing position she found herself in. Even the vague hope that Melanie was too drowsy to notice was dashed by the bright smile she shot her despite having clesrly been awake through the latter half of the night as she had promised. At least Chelsea guessed that was the case, given how she was wrapped up against the cold in Peter's jacket.



'It's not..is it?' Chelsea whispered with a bashfulness she had never felt even when she stepped out on stage in front of hundreds of fans.



'I'd say so.' Melanie nodded. 'And it's nothing to be shy about. I often spend nights curled up like that with both Tamika and Emma. Except I'm often naked too. It's part of having a Pokegirl too, Taming them that is.'



'I..hadn't thought about that..before I mean.' Chelsea admitted. 'I....knew it had to be done. Just not by me. I know you will probably slate me for this but..growing up..my mum had staff to Tame her Pokegirl.'



'I might slate her for that.' Melanie said evenly. 'I don't think she cared for hers the way you do. So I'd say you two will be having some more fun together fairly soon.'



'I...well..yes..maybe.' Chelsea admitted with a shy smile. 'Once she is rested up.'



'Once we get her home and to a Pokegirl Centre she'll be fine.' Melanie promised. 'Anyway, I'm going to see if Peter is up. You guys rest a bit longer.





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Leaving Chelsea alone with her thoughts, Melanie slipped out of the tent with every intention of checking on Peter. But as Melanie had often found out in her short journey things often don't go as you might expect. A belief proved as without any warning the whole clearing was whipped up into a flurry of wind which sent leaves, twigs and ash from the still smouldering fire flying into the air, ash that might have caused a serious problem had Tamika not quickly doused the remains of the fire pit as she stood alert for the first sign of a fire.



'Is it...' Peter called out as he staggered from his tent, the last part of his question stolen by the roaring wind.



'No..I don't think so.' Melanie called back, having correctly guessed that he was concerned about the appearance of the Pokegirl they had been looking for. 'It..almost sounds like a helicopter. But who would bring one out here?'



'It's my mother.' Chelsea said with a flat sigh that couldn't hide her obvious frustration as she joined the other with Alice still snuggled close to her side, albeit now clad in a loose tshirt that flapped around her knees in the wind.



'Your..mother.' Melanie echoed even thought that word was lost as the now easily identified Helicopter drifted over head with a deafening thunder of blades, the growing downdraft forcing the group to retreat to the cover of the trees. Something that proved to be a wise move as with no warning a heavy metal plate landed with a crash where they had been standing.



A plate that Melanie, through shielded and squinted eyes, couldn't help notice was connected to four study cables; cables that quickly carried an enclosed metal basket down to the ground. Even before she stepped out with a glance towards Chelsea and without the obvious family resemblance , Melanie would have guessed the striking woman in an extravagantly tailored khaki jacket and trousers was her mother, her eyes and expression hidden behind a pair of sunglasses that probably cost as much as the rest of her outfit.



'What are you doing here mother?' Chelsea answered as the roar of the helicopter faded, the once imposing vehicle moved to find somewhere to land as Melanie would later learn.



'What am I doing here?' That question was punctuated by the swift removal of the glasses that had adorned her eyes, revealing a stern face unmarked by lines and unmoved by the apparent concern in her voice. 'I couldn't leave my daughter out here alone a moment longer.'



'You didn't have to mother.' Chelsea said coolly. 'Peter, Melanie and I have this in hand.'



'I'm sure you do. And I'm sure they mean well.' The older woman replied with a glance at Peter that spoke volumes to how little she really believed that. 'But I think we can let the professionals take over. After all, I've hired the best Pokegirl trackers from The Johto League and beyond. We will find your Pokegirl in no time.'



'I..didn't ask you to do that.' Chelsea said firmly. 'Anyway, I've already found a Pokegirl. By myself. Without you and your..trackers.'



'Yes..so I see.' Clearly Chelsea had expected that stern reply as she stiffened. 'I'm sure we can find you something better than this...common creature.'



'Maybe I don't want something better.' Chelsea countered.



'Don't be silly. No daughter of mine will be seen with something so..so..common. So..ordinary.'



'Maybe that doesn't matter to me.' Chelsea replied firmly. 'I know she isn't the Pokegirl I came here to find. But she is the one I caught.'



'Well..then you can just uncatch her. I won't have you shame yourself like this.'



'No, I can't just uncatch here.' Chelsea stood her ground. 'And I don't see it as shaming myself. I didn't ask you to come here mother. I didn't ask for your help. And I didn't ask for your advice.'



'I see how it is. It's these..people.' The elder woman shot a glance at Peter and Melanie that could charitably be called scathing. 'They have put ideas in your head.'



'They have made me think about things differently.' Chelsea said. 'After all, I'm not a child anymore. For years, I've done things as you did. Well..I'm not a child. And this I'm doing for myself. If you don't like it, well..you will just have to accept it. Now..I'm heading back to town. Alice needs a Pokegirl Centre. And I'm not waiting around.'



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Chelsea had been true to her word, she hadn't waited around; her newfound haste having carried them all to the Pokegirl Centre in record time. And there Melanie had proved to be true to her word, Nurse Joy having easily fixed Alice's wounds in a flash. That was the one reassuring thing about the Pokegirl world. A quick flash in a healing machine and all but the most serious of wounds could be healed in a second.



Which hadn't exactly reassured Chelsea.



'Are you sure she will be okay?' Chelsea asked, her sudden hesitation having sprung up out of nowhere and almost in the face of the haste that had carried her to the Pokegirl Centre. All the way here she had thought of nothing but getting Alice the treatment she needed. Bit now she found herself reluctant to surrender her Pokeball. Even for a few seconds.



'Of course. Her injuries aren't that serious.' Nurse Joy said with a kind smile, the pink haired buxom Pokegirl pulled off the rubber gloves she had used to examine the faded wound on Alice's side. 'Just a quick flash in the healing machine and she will be good as new.'



'Alright.' Chelsea said, her fingers tightened on the Pokeball for a second before she passed it over to Nurse Joy. 'Take good care of her.'



'She'll be fine.' Melanie rested a hand lightly on her shoulder. 'Trust me.'



'I know' Chelsea sighed. 'I made a promise. A promise to introduce her to my fans. And I'm going to keep my promise.'



'Maybe sooner than you think.' Melanie said, her voice tinged with mirth.



'What do you..oh.' Chelsea had followed Melanie's gaze, turning almost before she could think about it, her movement brought up short as quickly as her words had been. And with good reason, given the gaggle of youthful boys and girls gathered in the entrance with an almost star struck expression on each of their faces.



'Did you really catch a Pokegirl?'



'All by yourself? Can we see her?'



'Does she have a name yet? Can I get an autograph from you both?'



Somehow Chelsea was able to pick out tjose three questions from the hubbub of voices that surrounded her as almost as one the assembled crowd pressed into the Pokegirl Centre.



'Yes. Yes I did, and yes you can. Her name is Alice and I'm sure she'd love that.' Chelsea said  with a composure Melanie, who had quickly slipped out of the way of the crowd, both envied and was certain she couldn't have maintained. 'So..why don't we sit and we can talk.'



With the selfsame composure Chelsea lead the crowd over to the small seating area at the front of the Pokegirl Centre, yet somehow found a moment to shoot Melanie a smile that spoke volumes of gratitude. One that Melanie returned before she gracefully slipped away to allow her this moment alone.





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'No..I'm sorry. I haven't seen a lost tm.' Melsnie said with genuine sympathy to the rather harried looking female dressed in a dust coated lab coat. 'Maybe they handed it in at the Pokegitl Centre. Sorry, I've got to take this.'



That last statement came from the subtle vibration in her pocket that could only mean an incoming call; a call Melsnie couldn't help noticing was from an unknown number as she answered it without thinking. 'Hello? Oh..Chelsea. How did you get this number?'



'An Idol has contacts.' Chelsea said coyly. 'I'm sorry I haven't called before. It's been a busy few days.'



'Oh, I noticed.' Melanie replied. 'You've been all over the celebrity news feeds. Signing both a new agent and a new contract. Fast work.'



'Yes..well..I felt I'd wasted enough time.' Chelsea admitted. 'And I owe it all to you. Well..you and Peter. So..now that you've got my number, if you need anything..call me. Oh, and Ill make sure you both get tickets to my next concert.'



'Sounds good to me.' Melanie replied. 'And the same goes for you. Although I have a feeling we will see each other again anyway.'



'You know what. So do I.'
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