The following story takes place in an alternate version of the Pokémon Universe prior to the events of Pokémon X and Y. Strangely; I did not have to change the pokedex entry for Malamar, it comes word for word from Pokémon X
Part One: Departing
Josette hadn’t been able to sleep a wink the past evening. Her body was practically vibrating with excitement as she slipped out of bed just before dawn. She glanced out of her bedroom window and smiled. It was so early that the Prism Tower was still glowing brightly; its light outshining the dim predawn light and giving her home city its name, Lumiose. Even living in the city her entire life, she thought she would never lose the sense of wonder the sight of the tower invoked in her.
She spent long minutes drinking in her city; she knew that after today it might be a long time before she would see the view from her window again. Today was her tenth birthday, which meant that she was officially free to seek a Pokémon license and go on her journey. With that thought in mind she turned from the window and listened at the door to her room. She couldn’t hear any other movement in the house so she quietly slipped from her room and into the bathroom for a shower.
As she slipped into the stream of warm water and began to soap up her smooth dark skin she tried to justify her sneaking about. She wasn’t actually trying to avoid her father, not really, but they had been having endless arguments regarding her Pokémon journey for the past six months. She wasn’t going to leave without saying goodbye, but at the same time she wanted to savor the day not sour it with yet another argument. Legally he couldn’t stop her. She was of age and assuming she passed her final license test, something she had no doubt she could do, she would become an emancipated trainer.
Wrapping a towel around her lithe form, she slipped back into her bedroom, making as little noise as possible. Drying off in front of her mirror she admired herself, she knew she had always been cute and she was just beginning to show the hints of her mother’s curves. Her dark skin and black hair were uncommon in Kalos, another thing she owed to her mother, and she knew they only added to her budding exotic beauty. Turning to her closet she pulled out the outfit she had picked out the night before. Favoring a sturdy outfit over style it was simple, a black trench coat dress and black jeans with hiking boots. Her only nods to fashion were her purple fedora, accented with a silver feather, and her white tote bag.
She admired herself in the mirror and smiled, the outfit was comfortable and a good match for most of the weather she was likely the encounter in the South of Kalos, where the first gyms were. Checking the time on her holocaster she saw that the Pokémon Center would be opening for testing in twenty minutes, just enough time for her to grab something to eat before heading out. Slipping out of her room she was heading down the stairs and to the kitchen behind her father’s cycle shop when she heard a voice deep voice behind her. “Really Josette, sneaking out on your poor father?”
Josette turned and saw her father, Jacob, standing unsteadily at the door to his den. From the dark patches under his eyes it looked like he hadn’t slept much the night before either, though likely for different reasons. She couldn’t help but wonder if she would be able to smell alcohol on his breath. “No, Papa.” She began, “I wouldn’t have left without seeing you, I just thought…” Her voice trailed off; there really was no excuse for what she had been planning on doing.
Her father sighed deeply running his hands through his messy hair, “Oh my little girl,” He paused, emotion heavy in his voice as he corrected himself, “…my young lady. I know your mind has been made up and I’ve spent long time thinking about what I should do. I don’t want to push you away. You know that I can’t support your journey the way you want me to but I will always love you and you will always have a place to come home to. Come, come… it’s your birthday, at least let your daddy make you a special breakfast.”
Tears sprang to Josette’s eyes and she ran up the stairs to embrace her father. His callused hands and strong arms wrapped around her; she felt warm and safe. She could feel a weight lifting from her heart in that moment, one she had not known was there. After a long moment father and daughter broke their embrace and proceeded down the stairs together.
Her father cooked quickly and just over fifteen minutes later Josette and Jacob were sitting at with plates of her father’s homemade waffles. He made them hearty and filled the batter with walnuts and almonds, just the way she liked them. As she tucked in to her breakfast Jacob watched her eat with a wistful look on his face. Finally, as she was finishing her first waffle, his face turned determined and Josette braced herself, she knew that look. It was her father’s ‘I have something to say and you’re not going to like it’ look.
“Josette,” Her father said, his face showing a mix of emotions. “I said I wasn’t going to stop you, or make this hard for you and I meant it. Still, would you let an old man say his piece?”
Suppressing a sigh Josette only nodded; what else could she do? “Thank you my heart.” She had a good idea what this was going to be about, her father’s had voiced his views on her journey many times but she could see he needed this. “You already know how I feel about Pokémon and the tradition of sending children away from home so young, so I’m not going to repeat myself. I just want you to promise me you’ll be careful. There have been so many frightening rumors over the last few months, young trainers just like you disappearing without a trace. We already lost your mother on an expedition; I couldn’t bare it if I lost you too. So I need you to promise me that you’ll stay on the routes, check in regularly, and above all else, stay safe.”
Josette had been expecting this; she had heard about the so called disappearances on the news, but she didn’t take them seriously. She was sure that most of them were just new trainers getting over excited and not checking in it happened from time to time and they always turned up eventually. Her mother, on the other hand, was another story all together and it didn’t surprise her that her father connected the two events. Josette reached across the table and grasped her father’s hands. “I’ll be safe Papa, I promise. Maybe I’ll even find Mama and bring her home.” Josette wouldn’t have admitted it to herself but discovering her mother’s fate was one of the reasons she was so determined to go on this journey.
Her father just shook his head sadly, “Just be safe and come home to me. That’s the important thing, your mother… Imani would have returned long ago if she could have. You shouldn’t get your hopes up. Worse, I don’t want you taking unnecessary risks chasing her shadow. I know you feel you have to take this journey, but do it for your own reasons.”
Josette felt tears in her eyes but held them back, her throat felt like it was closing up but she managed to get out, “I will, Papa.” Wiping her hand across her moist eyes she took a long drink of berry juice. The rest of the meal was finished in companionable silence. After breakfast she cleaned her plate and turned towards the door that lead from their living area to the back of his shop and took a deep breath. Today leaving her house felt like a very big step.
Her father followed her and just as she reached towards the door he called to her, “Such a rush Josette; don’t leave without your birthday present.” She turned quizzically, but her expression bloomed into a smile as she saw what her father had pulled from the hall closet. It was a bike, but not just any bike, one of his bikes. Her father was a genius and his bikes were works of art. She knew he made all of them by hand and this one was no exception. It was purple and silver, her favorite colors, and covered in beautifully carved designs and scroll work. Anyone who saw it would know what it was in a glance, an Axcelle original.
“Oh Papa,” Josette cried out as she ran to embrace her father once more. They held each other for a long time before she felt him force his grip apart and push her to arms length. Looking down on her with love he smiled, tears in his eyes. “Don’t say goodbye; this isn’t that kind of parting. I will see you soon my heart and I know you’ll be amazing.” Josette laughed and felt the tears coming again but she just said, “See you soon Papa,” taking her new bike she opened the door and rolled it through the shop and out onto the street.
She walked half way down the block before she had to look back. Her father’s storefront was unlit but its name shined in the street lights, Axcelle Bikes. He was the regions most prestigious cycle maker. His hand crafted bikes were sought after by the elite of Kalos and their hefty price tags had always kept their little family more than comfortable. Their home was a two story apartment above her father’s main showroom right on one of the city’s main thoroughfares. Her father was waving from the second story window and she waved back before getting onto her new bike and peddling towards the nearest Pokémon Center
A half hour later Josette stepped from the Center with her brand new trainer card in her hot little hands. The test had been a joke for anyone who was serious about becoming a trainer, more of a formality than anything else. It covered all the basics of Pokémon capturing, care, and the technology that made it all possible. It also included a section on personal safety and how to take care of oneself on one’s journey. She had aced it. The only odd thing had been the message waiting for her when she took her license from Nurse Joy. She looked down at it again now, rereading it.
Josette Axcelle,
If you are reading this I must congratulate you on achieving your license. I’m sure you are excited to begin your journey but I’d like you to stop by my Pokémon Lab on the south side first. I have some things for you.
Professor Augustine Sycamore
Josette knew about Professor Sycamore, everyone in Kalos did. He was probably the top Pokémon researcher in the region. More than just his reputation, her mother had worked in his labs; she knew her father blamed both Sycamore and Pokémon in general for her disappearance. She couldn’t remember ever meeting him which was unsurprising considering the fact she had been forbidden to go to any of his lectures by her father. It had made her studies harder when she was younger, but now that she was an emancipated trainer, there was nothing stopping her.
Hopping back on her bike once again she peddled through the city. A stranger might find Lumiose a tangled warren of streets and squares, but the city was her home so she had no difficulty making her way to the lab. The building was imposing but also exciting, three stories in tan with green accents and stone Poke Balls adorning the gate. Stepping inside Josette was greeted by a smiling secretary, “Welcome to Sycamore Pokémon Laboratory; how may I help you?”
Josette smiled but felt her throat dry; was she actually going to meet THE Professor Sycamore? She suddenly felt very shy, so instead of speaking she held out the note she had been given. The secretary took it and read it over. Her professional smile broke into something wider and more real. “Oh! You’re Imani’s daughter; it’s so good to meet you.” The woman looked her intensely in a way that made Josette feel even shyer. “I’m Lillian, I knew your mother when she worked here. You look just like her! You’re going to be quite a beauty when you grow up.”
Lillian’s comments were making Josette uncomfortable. The secretary was looking her up and down in an openly appraising fashion that sent a small shiver up her spine. Just when it was starting to get a bit creepy, Lillian broke her gaze and turned to the phone. Dialing a few numbers she held up one finger to Josette and after a moment spoke into the line, “Professor I have Josette Axcelle here to see you, yes… yes…” There was a long pause and the woman’s tone grew slightly harsher, “yes professor she IS.”
The harshness vanished from Lillian’s tone as she smiled pleasantly at Josette, “You can go right up dear, third floor. He’s expecting you.” Josette returned the smile but couldn’t’ shake the feeling of unease the woman gave off. Putting the woman behind her she went to the elevator and rode it up to the third floor as she had been instructed.
The floor was smaller than the lobby and appeared to be one large office. Two walls were lined with books of all sorts, though most focused on Pokémon. A divider separated the library area from a more private study. Going around the divider she found the professor sitting at his desk. Josette was surprised to find the man younger then she had expected, considering his long history of achievements. He was thin and a bit lanky with ‘styled to be messy’ dark brown hair. He was wearing a dark shirt with a large collar with a lab coat over the shirt. He smiled when he saw her. “Ah Josette; you are the spitting image of your mother. I’m Professor Sycamore.”
The man stood and came around the table to shake Josette’s hand. She felt very odd; she was excited of course, but also still uncomfortable. Not only had her father not trusted this man but she didn’t like the way people kept comparing her to her mother. Still she wanted to be polite and she knew Professor Sycamore was a great man so she gave him her best smile and returned the handshake. “It’s an honor Professor. “
The man smiled disarmingly, “No need for that. I should start by apologizing for interrupting your day. I remember how exciting it was when I first became a trainer and how I wanted to head out right away to see the world. Still, I felt I had to speak to you before you left the city. As I said in my note I have some things for you.” The professor turned to a shelf and grabbed two objects, a flat red rectangle and a medium size black box. “The first is a complete Kalos Pokedex; it contains all the data from the three of the regional Pokémon rosters, meaning you won’t need to upgrade as you explore. “ Josette took the thin red rectangle reverently and couldn’t help but smile; her own Pokedex.
“That’s from me, I’m trying to make them more universal but they are still not something that every trainer has. I hope it can help you on your journey.” Professor Sycamore looked suddenly uncomfortable as he held out the black box. “This is the second thing, it… well its… well it was…” He took a deep breath and continued, “This is from your mother. Imani left it here with me before, well before she went out on that last research trip....” Professor Sycamore let a long pause fill the air before he cleared his throat and continued, “She never said specifically but I think she wanted me to pass it onto you when you were ready. I tried to give it to your father years ago but he wouldn’t speak to me...” The Professor trailed off as he handed the box over.
Josette slid her new pokedex into her pocket before reaching out. She could feel her hands shaking as she took the black box. Her curiosity outweighed the sudden sadness she was feeling and she pulled the box open. The top slid off revealing a pokeball. The ball wasn’t any of the usual models, it was black on the top and bottom with a gold band and button. On the outside there was a pattern of concentric circles in gold radiating out from the button and then shrinking back. Josette took it out of the box and held it in her hand, “What is this?” She asked the professor.
“It’s one of your mother’s Pokémon. She called him Rasputin, and I think she’d have wanted you to have him.” The professor’s voice was soft, like he was choked up; Josette felt the same way. She turned the ball around in her hands admiring the detail. It wasn’t a mass produced model of ball, she knew craftsmanship from her father’s work, which was strange.
“So he’s mine now? I mean that's amazing but I don’t have any badges yet. I thought Pokémon you didn’t capture yourself wouldn’t obey you without badges.” Josette turned the ball over and over in her hand watching as the gold circles caught the light.
Falling into a lecturing tone Professor Sycamore spoke, “While that is true, it’s not due to the actual badges it’s really because of respect and bonds. This Pokémon was your mother’s; he should recognize you as her daughter and feel connected to you like it was to her. He should obey you unless you do something to show him that you’re unworthy of his trust, of course.” Josette just nodded. She had never heard of that but she was hardly going to doubt Professor Sycamore on matters of Pokémon behavior.
“Can I… I mean would you mind if I met him?” The professor just nodded his assent. So Josette pressed the button on the ball, expanding it to full size, and tossed it to the ground. In a flash of light a third being stood in the room. He was a squid-like Pokémon, standing at just less than five feet tall on a pair of strong looking tentacles. His body was white with a black stomach with six yellow spots and two yellow stripes down the front. He had two scythe-like tentacles for arms and his face was golden tan with a red beak and eight golden tentacles forming what looked like hair flowing down the back of his head. In the light his whole body shimmered slightly.
Josette had never seen anything like him. Rasputin was a head taller than her and looked down at her with shockingly intelligent, yet totally alien eyes. “Um, I’m Josette Axcelle, Imani was my mother.” The Pokémon nodded slowly but didn’t break eye contact or move other than a slow drifting of its tentacles as if they were in water. Josette spoke to Professor Sycamore out of the side of her mouth, not wanting to look away. “What is he; I don’t recognize him from my lessons on local species?”
“Use your pokedex,” the Professor said; his own voice a whisper. Pulling out the red rectangle, she pointed it towards the Pokémon. Josette jumped as the device in her hand began to speak in a computerized voice, “Malamar; the Overturning Pokémon – It wields the most compelling hypnotic powers of any Pokémon, and it forces others to do whatever it wants.” Rasputin seemed to recognize his description and gave Josette another little nod. The professor spoke up then, “As the pokedex said, Rasputin is a Malamar, but he’s special. He has a very rare coloration; normally they are dark purple not golden tan. Your mother left you something very special.”
“So, “Josette spoke, forcing confidence into her voice, “Rasputin, you’re my Pokémon now aren’t you?” The Pokémon nodded his squid like head and intoned in a deep baritone, “MALAMARRR” The rumble of its voice seemed to resonate in Josette’s chest causing her to smile for the first time since seeing it. “That’s wonderful, you’re wonderful! I’m going to put you back in your pokeball now, but I promise I’ll let you out as soon as we’re out of the city, I’m sure you’ve been cooped up for far too long. OK?” Her Pokémon gave out a pleased sounding bellow and she recalled him to his ball.
Josette was a little overwhelmed from the encounter but also very excited as well. “Oh Professor, thank you so much! I can’t believe I have such an amazing partner on my very first day. More than that feels like I'm connected to my mother. Saying 'thank you' just doesn’t seem like enough!”
Professor Sycamore looked slightly uneasy, “Really it’s nothing… I mean don’t mention it, just be CAREFUL out there… ok?” he stressed his words oddly but Josette hardly noticed. She was bubbling with excitement to be on her way and to begin her journey. He could see her shifting from foot to foot with barely contained energy “Goodbye Josette, feel free to check in if you have any questions…” Professor Sycamore trailed off as the young trainer gave him an impulsive hug before dashing from his office and taking the elevator down to the lobby.
Professor Sycamore watched Josette leave before walking slowly back around his desk and falling back into his plush leather armchair. Putting his hands over his face he shuddered, his mind a mess of conflicting emotions. He was a terrible person and his actions had just placed another innocent on a path with no good ending. The only thing he could console himself with was the knowledge that it was out of his control; he had no choice. Though in moments like this, when the horror at what he was doing was overwhelmed by the deviant arousal burning inside him; he found himself questioning how much of what he did was his own desires. His chaotic thoughts froze when he heard the sound of the elevator *ding*
A click, click, click sound filled the air as someone walked around the partition into his office. It was Lillian, her posture commanding and the pleasant secretarial smile on her face twisted into something far darker and more self satisfied. She twirled a finger through her long blond hair as she spoke, “Did she take Rasputin?” Augustine Sycamore just nodded, unable to speak. “Very good my dear Professor, why do you look so down? Aren’t you excited to see what will become of Imani’s daughter? She’s such a pretty little thing too. Do you think she'll become a Trainer or find herself trained?”
Augustine Sycamore lifted his eyes to meet Lillian’s gaze; it was an effort, “You can’t keep doing this; the children, the Pokémon, it’s not supposed to be like this.” His voice was soft, each word forced out between his lips. Even as he spoke his manhood throbbed with almost painful arousal at the sight of her, it was powerful but he couldn’t let it control him.
Lillian frowned and the click, click, clicking sounded again as she tapped her six inch heels against the tile floor. “That’s no way to talk to your Trainer my little Pokéman. I think you need to review on your training regimen.” As she spoke, Lillian unbuttoned her top revealing a prodigious bust bound tightly in a black leather strap bra. Holes in the cups displayed her rock hard nipples. Sliding her shirt off she quickly shimmied out of her long skirt revealing leather crotch-less panties and garter-belt connected to black stockings. Clipped to the garter-belt were six black and gold pokeballs. She paused for a moment considering which to use.
Augustine couldn’t take his eyes of his Trainer’s body. He wanted to but she had him paralyzed. He knew what was coming next and tried to struggle but it wasn’t effective. He watched as she wrapped her delicate hand around one of the domination balls and pulled it loose. She smirked as she gave it a little kiss before expanding it to its normal size and tossed it into the air, “Spiritomb, I choose you!”
There was a flash of light and an odd stone sat on Professor Sycamore’s desk. As he watched a swirling purple and green fog flowed out of it until it dominated his desk. Even as the green and purple fog began to glow and swirl a face appeared in its center, looking at him. It bore a wicked grin and one green eye with a spiral pupil. Augustine’s eyes were getting heavy even before he heard Lillian command, “Spiritomb, use Hypnosis!”
Augustine’s eyes grew wide as waves of psychic energy poured into him; he had no defense against any of Lillan’s Pokémon; they were bred specifically to use their powers on humans. As the psychic power poured into him it pushed all of his thoughts away leaving his mind empty and wide open. Lillian cooed at the sight, she would never admit it to another Trainer but one of the reasons she kept Augustine on such a long leash was because she got off on his attempts to break free. That way she could enslave him again and again. She could feel herself moisten as she uttered the words, “Use Morality Eater!”
The 108 evil spirits that made up her most powerful Pokémon cackled in delightful harmony. The manifestation around its stone prison shattered into ghostly shards which flowed into Augustine Sycamore; seeking out his sense of right and wrong and devouring it piece by piece. The process would take some time and Lillian was growing so very horny watching the spectacle. Still, she would be a poor Trainer if she only had one Pokéslave.
Leaving the professor to Spiritomb's ghostly ministrations she walked around the desk to his phone. Dialing a very special extension she felt herself growing more aroused as the line connected. A young voice spoke in monotone, “Lillian’s Box, What do you command my Trainer?”
She had captured her current Pokéslave Breeder a few months before and he was doing a spectacular job. For a moment she considered rewarding him but seeing Josette had put her in a particular mood. “Send up Fennekin and Chespin.”
“Yes, My Trainer.” her Breeder replied. He had a name once, but he didn’t need one anymore. Those like Augustine Sycamore had value to her after being adjusted but she far preferred her Pokéslaves transformed completely. She knew that her Breeder, for example, was currently rock hard from just the sound of her voice despite essentially becoming her living machine. She also knew that despite the ample opportunities presented to him while seeing to her ‘Box’ he wouldn’t do anything about his arousal without her command, that feeling of power only fueled the fire in her loins.
She hung up the phone and heard the hum of the elevator moving, it was traveling down to the sub-basement deep beneath the lab. Down there was where the Lumiose City League Trainers kept their ‘Boxes.’ She stepped around the desk left the office, giving one last glance at her Professor getting mind fucked. Making herself comfortable on the couch in the library area, across from the elevator doors, she reveled in the wait, the anticipation building to a lovely agony of desire.
After what seemed like an eternity she could hear the elevator approaching. The *ding* of the bell shot through her body and she felt herself dripping as the door parted to reveal her chosen Pokéslaves. Her ‘Fennekin’ crawled out of the elevator on hands and knees. The young Pokégirl spotted Lillian and gave a happy, “Kiiiin!” She was wrapped a skin tight, bright yellow, latex dress. It was cut to expose the girl’s undeveloped breasts and ended just above her cute little butt. Her arms and legs were wrapped in long yellow gloves and matching stockings with built in knee pads. She had red blond hair done up in ponytails with a headband that sported large ears with tufted red fur inside them. Her eyes were tinted red using contact lenses and the outfit was completed with a large bushy Fennekin tail butt-plug that waved back and forth as she crawled quickly towards her Trainer, a look of adoration in her eyes.
‘Chespin’ watched his fellow Pokéslave crawl across the room and gave off an approving, “Ches!” at the sight of her exposed cunt as she wiggled her ass back and forth. He was slightly older then Fennekin and dressed more simply. He was basically naked, his dark skin serving to color him like the Pokémon he believed himself to be. His costume was completed by a green chespin hooded cape that went down his back, some dark brown face paint, long brown gloves, white ‘hoof’ shoes, and a green tail butt-plug of his own. His body was smooth and hairless and his prepubescent cock was standing out rock hard. Lillian looked the Pokéboy up and down appreciatively before snapping her fingers to draw his attention. They locked eyes and he quickly moved across the room to stand before his Trainer, ready to obey like the good Pokéslave he was.
Lillian reached down and stroked her Fennekin. Starting at her nipples she pinched them sharply to get them hard before sliding her hand down the girl's back. She slapped her Pokéslave’s cute little ass and began to ‘pet’ her tail pumping it in and out of the girls asshole. Toying with the girl’s butt-plug sent waves of pleasure through her and soon she was moaning, “Fen, fennn, fennn.” All of Lillian’s Pokéslaves were trained by pleasure and it wasn’t long before Fennekin was moist between her thighs and panting. She could see that Chespin needed no such encouragement but she used her other hand on him anyway. She enjoyed the texture of his smooth skin and soon she was gently caressing his cock and balls keeping him hard. Soon his own panting, “Ches, chesss, chesssss” was added to the harmony of pleasure.
Feeling powerful and aroused Lillian decided stop playing and see to her own needs. In almost the exact same tone she used with her Pokémon she commanded, “Fennekin, use Lick.” She didn’t have to tell the well trained Pokéslave where she wanted the attention. As soon as the command left her lips Fennekin dived between Lillian’s thighs and began to expertly lick at her Trainer’s puffy cunt lips through the gap in her crotch-less panties. Lillian gave out an appreciative moan; she had personally overseen the girl's training and made sure that her skills were super effective.
Looking to her other Pokéslave she paused to think. She lay back across the cushions, feeling the couch shift as Fennekin moved to follow, never stopping her ‘attack’. With her head near her pokéboy’s crotch she smirked, “Chespin, use Vine Whip.” With an excited, “CHESPIN!” the boy moved forward and after lightly smacking her face with his cock he thrust it between Lillian’s pursed lips. The taste of the young cock was intoxicating. It held none of the unpleasant, hairy, muskiness of a man’s member. She sucked happily, savoring the feel the hard little cock on her tongue and the flavors of clean skin and precum.
Her thighs bucked and twitched as Fennekin’s talented tongue danced across her nether lips and pressed between them, finding her engorging clit before attacking it mercilessly. Lillian groaned in appreciation sending vibrations through the cock in her mouth which caused animal grunts of pleasure from her Pokéboy in turn. Lillian was awash in bliss. She never would have known pleasures like this before joining The League and now she couldn’t conceive of living any other way. Her sense of time slipped away as she basked in the pleasures provided by her perfect Pokéslaves.
After a luxurious twenty minutes Lillian felt herself approaching an apex. Reaching down she grabbed Fennekin by the firmly attached false ears and shoved the pokégirl deeper between her thighs. Responding to her training, Fennekin only increased her pace, skillfully dancing her lips and tongue across Lillian’s engorged nethers. Lillian laid back, Chespin’s cock falling from her lips as she began to writhe and pant, at the mercy of the ministrations of a brainwashed child less than a third of her age. She felt her body reach the peak of pleasure and she screamed out her passions. Lillian’s toes curled and her whole body shuddered. Even as she climaxed her Pokéslave kept licking away, driving her from one peak to another as the world went white and she saw stars; locked in a cascade of pleasure.
Eventually, Lillian felt the world reasserting itself. Fennekin was still between her thighs, but the pokégirl’s licks were gentile and loving not filled with her prior driving intensity. Basking in the glow of her orgasms she looked up and saw that Chespin’s cock was still hard and throbbing as he patiently waited for her. Feeling magnanimous Lillian spoke; though her voice sounded slightly horse and drunk with pleasure. “Fennekin, Howl. Chespin, Seed Bomb.” She watched with a languorous smile as her words took effect on the dark skinned pokéboy standing over her. Without a single touch his cock began to twitch, and then jerk until it sent an arc of cum through the air to splatter across her face. Her pokéboy let out a groaning, “Piiiiin” as he came. Between her thighs she felt her talented cunilinguist tense and shudder before letting out a bestial howl of pleasure. She gathered her pokéboy’s cum with her fingers and delicately licked herself clean. savoring the taste.
Sometime later when Lillian was feeling more herself she rose to a sitting position on the couch. Her two Pokéslaves sat obediently on the floor before her, awaiting her orders. Glancing at the clock she decided to see how Spiritomb was progressing with Augustine. She stood and moved back into the office area; one glance told her everything she needed to know. Spiritomb was back in its normal shape, a gaseous sphere of glowing energy. It turned to look at her, its simple face appearing both smug and satisfied. “Good job Spiritomb, return for now… if you did a good job I’ll let you eat someone’s personality as a treat later.”
The ghost let out a mournful yet pleased, “Toooomb!” as it vanished back into its Domination Ball. That left Lillian’s view of Augustine unobstructed. The man’s eyes were glazed and he still stared blankly at the air where her Pokémon had been moments before. He wasn’t home right now, which was to be expected given his mind had been blasted by psychic power before a ghost ate up tiny parts of his soul. Standing before him she spoke with all the command she had in her voice, “Augustine Sycamore, can you hear me?”
The Professor’s head bobbed a boneless nod, “Yessss…”
Lillian suppressed a laugh at the sight, “Who am I?”
“Lillian Vale……. Trainer.”
“Very good and what does that make you?”
“I…. Pokéslave.”
“Exactly right and what are your duties Pokéslave Augustine?”
“Obey my Trainer… Find new Pokéslaves and Trainers for… The League…”
“How does it make you feel helping us turn innocent children into sexual deviants and sex toys?”
“Horny…”
“Mmmm, yes it IS hot isn’t it, so you have no issues with what we did today with Josette?”
“….hot little minx, like… mother… hope she ends up… Pokéslave… want to fuck her…”
“Now that’s more like it, doesn’t it feel nice to have your morality stripped away my dear?”
“Yes, Trainer Lillian.”
Smiling widely she spoke firmly, “Wonderful! Now wake up!” Lillian snapped her fingers and instantly Professor Sycamore’s gaze cleared; expression and life returning to his face, though it expressed very different emotions. His gaze held a look of devotion and lust as his eyes roamed up and down Lillian’s leather clad body. He gave a little moan of appreciation for what he saw. “Easy Pokéslave, I’ll have you know I had my needs met while you were ‘out’. You can only blame yourself for trying to think for yourself.” Augustine’s face fell at the news and Lillian decided to take pity on him, plus it couldn’t hurt to reinforce his programming.
Putting a finger to her lips she smiled coyly, “I have to call The League about Josette, it may take a while. It just so happens that I haven’t put away Pokéslaves Fennekin and Chespin yet, they’re waiting right outside in the library… I suppose if you’re interested I could let you play with them.”
A dark grin spread across Augustine’s face, “Oh yes, I’d like that very much, Trainer.” Lillian smirked; she had no doubt he would. He had been programmed with certain sexual preferences long ago and with his morality freshly scrubbed away she knew he would revel in playing with the two enslaved children.
“Very well I’ll allow it, but never forget they are MINE just like you. Only I can give you permission to breed. Hold onto those feelings of gratitude and never question your obedience to me again if you want to sate your desires.” Augustine nodded vigorously accompanied by a mantra of ‘Yes Trainer’ and ‘Anything you command Trainer’. Lillian fought to keep her expression serious; it was just too easy sometimes. At least girls sometimes put up a challenge, but men and boys were already at the mercy of their cocks it made the using Dominion Pokémon almost redundant. She put the thought away and lifted her voice, calling out to the two Pokéslaves in the library, “Fennekin, Chespin; Daycare Mode.”
Cries of “Ches Ches Spin!” and “Kiiiin!” rang from the other side of the partition. “Well hurry up Augustine or they’ll start without you.” Without another word the formerly conflicted professor jumped from his seat and ran out of the office, pulling of his clothing as he went.
Lillian laughed wickedly. In daycare mode her Pokéslaves had permission to express their carefully controlled sexuality however they desired; this typically lead to wild rutting orgies. She was almost sad she was going to miss it, but she had duties as well as benefits as a League member. The clock told her that Josette was over an hour gone; she wouldn't risk putting of informing The League any longer.
With the plush chair vacated Lillian lowered herself into it before reaching out to the phone. She lifted the receiver from its cradle and held it to her ear while letting her other hand just hover over the number pad. Taking a deep slow breath she closed her eyes and pictured a Dominion Ball. Its concentric golden circle sliding over its dark surface until it looked like a great golden hypnotic eye floating in her mind. With that image in place she thought about calling The League and her fingers lowered to the numbers, punching in a set of numbers she had no conscious awareness of.
As the phone rang Lillian couldn’t help but admire The League’s caution. It used every tool at its disposal to protect its secrets and keep the people oblivious to the true, perverse, underbelly of the Pokémon world. She almost laughed to know that most people thought the pathetic ‘Teams’ were the worst the public had to worry about. Her line of thought was cut off by a monotone but masculine voice on the other end of the line, “State your Trainer Number.”
Lillian rattled hers off from memory, “7831223” There was a pause and the sound of typing before the voice spoke again, rattling off her information
“Trainer 2nd Class: Lillian Vale. Trainer Data: 6 Dominion Badges; current record 34 wins 11 losses. Current Position: Lumiose City League Recruiter. Trigger Phrase: ‘Malevolent Musharna’s Mesmeric Mist’” The voice spoke evenly and calmly, pronouncing each word exactly and without a hint of emotion.
Lillian blinked in surprise, ‘Trigger Phrase?!?! What the hell does that....’ Mid thought Lillian's face began to slacken as her muscles relaxed. Her eyes grew glazed and when she spoke next her voice sounded dreamy, “Loyal Languid Lillian Listens....I see... the rings...” Her mind was floating, empty of everything except for the voice on the phone and the golden rings filling her mind’s eye.
The monotone voice spoke again, “Trainer Lillian, state the purpose for your contact.”
The command brightened the golden rings in her mind and words slipped through her lips without thought, “Reporting placement of new trainer into League potentials.”
“Understood, connecting you with Kalos Region Pokéslave Master. Await commands and obey.” The monotone voice spoke clearly and concisely. There was a clicking sound on the line as he finished, he had not waited for confirmation of his commands before transferring her call; he didn't need too. Lillian waited and obeyed.
Mind blank Lillian had no sense of time but eventually a voice spoke over the line, one which caused the golden rings in her head to blaze blindingly bright. Its rich tones caused her skin to tingle as her nipples grew hard and her pussy heated and began to drip. “Ah Lillian, so good to hear from you. Finding another potential so soon, I am impressed.” The Master’s praise only deepened her arousal and had she not been forcibly relaxed she would have been panting with need. “Please, tell me about your newest find.”
Lillian’s voice held the same dreamy tone as before but her Master’s careful ear could hear her slavish need to please in it. “Yes Master, Her name is Josette Axcelle, today is her tenth birthday and she passed her mundane trainer exam on her first try. She is beautiful with dark skin and exotic features just beginning to show signs of her budding womanhood. I have sent Holocast footage to your account.”
There was a pause and then a murmur of appreciation from the other end of the line, “I agree with your assessment she's quite a beauty, but that name, ’Axcelle’. She’s not related to Jacob Axcelle the bike maker is she?”
“Yes Master, his daughter.”
A grunt of disapproval sent a shock of fear through her body, “A child of a wealthy and influential man; that makes her high profile. That’s unlike your typically cautious approach, why her?”
For the briefest of moments a spark of resistance flared in Lillian’s mind. She didn’t want to say why she had chosen Josette or why she had given the girl her own Rasputin instead of one of the common League starters. It was only a moment though, as the flowing rings of gold drowned the spark of will leaving her empty and obedient again. The pause before Lillian answered was short enough to go unnoticed, “Potential Josette is Imani’s daughter.”
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line and then the Master started to laugh. The rich sound filling her ears, “Oh Lillian you’re twisted and that’s why I wouldn’t have anyone else in Lumiose. This should be quite interesting, send over her data. We’ll activate the marker on her Dominion Ball and link her holocaster to the main League feed. You have pleased me, enjoy your reward.”
Lillian just managed to get the words, “Thank you Master!” out before her body was wracked with intense shocks of pleasure. Everything else vanished as the knowledge she had pleased her Pokéslave Master triggered overwhelming and total pleasure. It flowed through her body and she came and came and came.
Lillian hung up the phone with a weary sigh, dealing with the League higher ups always seemed to exhaust her. Still it was a necessary part of her position, and one she would never even dream of shirking. The last thing she wanted was to get on their bad side and go from Pokéslave Trainer to Pokéslave. She had seen it happen to others and she never wanted to lose control like that. The power was too much of a rush.
Rising from behind the desk she moved back into the library and a nasty grin grew on her face as she took in the scene. All three of her Pokéslaves had fucked themselves into unconsciousness. It looked like Fennekin had ‘fainted’ first; she was asleep face down and ass up with cum dripping from her hairless pussy and drying on her lips. She had clearly been used even after she passed out. Chespin and Augustine seemed to have had more stamina because the Pokéboy had fallen asleep in the Professor’s arms; his tail was out and Augustine’s deflated cock was still up his ass. They were all a sweaty mess but each had a stupid grin plastered across their faces.
Lillian just stretched and flopped down on the couch. Reaching her legs out she found that Fennekin’s ass was at just the right height to act as a foot rest. She gave a satisfied smile and wondered what would come of her actions today. Lillian had given Josette as much ‘help’ as she was able but the girl still faced many challenges and hard choices if she didn’t want to end up as some low level Trainer’s Pokégirl. Glancing at the clock, Lillian realized it was almost evening. The day had seemed to fly by. Lillian hoped that Josette had enjoyed her first day of freedom and innocence as a care-free Pokémon trainer because it would probably be her last.
