Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Getting to Know You ❯ As an Arrow ( Chapter 1 )

Getting to Know You

By: bsmart (a.k.a. Tiek Mo Shet)

Disclaimer: Why the hell am I writing this? Nobody reads them and they have no legal weight. It's a complete waste of time and bandwidth and yet I'm still typing. If you're under the legal age where ever you are don't read this, but since you're going to anyways at least don't let your mommy catch you. This fic is very much NC-17. Copyright? Ha! Just don't be a dick. If you got this anywhere besides mediaminer.org, the official Pokegirls Yahoo group, or adultfanfiction.net then you likely haven't seen all of it as those are the only places where this story is officially distributed.

Note: This is an Orange League fic. To be honest I don't know a damn thing about pokemon and I want to keep it that way. If I make a dumb mistake feel free to point it out. I've done as much research as I can into this to keep it consistent with what seems to be the accepted canon of the pokegirl world. Also no one that I know of has done anything with the Orange League so I'm making it up as I go along.

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Chapter 1: As an Arrow

Alejandra held her hand up in front of her face and spread her fingers. What had been stubble two days ago had filled out into a thin coat of blue tinged white fur, today the tips of all her fingers had turned ash gray. She looked up into the mirror over the sink and tried to reconcile the face looking back at her with the one she'd spent the last sixteen years getting used to.

“Don't worry sugar, you turned out real cute,” a red skinned reptilegirl standing next to her said. She looked back at the mirror over her own sink and went back to applying makeup to the scales covering her cheeks.

“I suppose.” Alejandra muttered. Gone was the attractive girl with the button nose, brown eyes, and black hair. In her place was something… different, something fuzzy. The area around her mouth had elongated, she now sported a small muzzle. Not really anything like the anthropomorphic pokegirls, but it was there. Her entire head, along with the rest of her body, was now covered in light bluish fur. Her nose was even more upturned now, catlike and jet black. Small dark gray circles were around her eyes and small hollow gray spots dotted her face, she knew long runs of them went over each shoulder, down each side of her back, over her hips and down her legs. A few short fat gray stripes radiated away from her nose and down her muzzle. She could even see a few thin whiskers if she looked closely enough. She could feel her new tail flicking back and forth behind her, catlike and spotted as well, its bushy length held off the floor behind her. Her black hair turned light purple, shortening up until it only made it to her neck and cheeks. She hadn't even gotten to keep her eye color, the brown ones had turned bright emerald green. Of course her looks represented a small part of the changes. Her hands only had four fingers now, and small round ears had that popped out of the hair on top of her head replaced the ones that used to be on the side of her head. She took a step back and glanced down, there was also the whole extra joint in her legs thing. Well not new one, she just now walked on the balls of her feet and couldn't imagine walking any other way.

“No supposing hun, I know more than a few girls in here who wish they came out as cute as you did.” The other pokegirl said. Alejandra hadn't bothered to learn her name they were in and out so fast and you'd never learn them before the girl was gone. The reptiloid flicked her tail at her with the sizzling hot tip coming only centimeters from Alejandra's nose. “You're a twenty thousand credit pet easily girl.”

“Umm thanks,” Alejandra murmured as she walked out of the bathroom. How were you supposed to respond to someone appraising your worth like piece of furniture?

“Crazy thresholders,” the reptilegirl quipped as she placed more makeup on her face.

The pokegirl was right of course, threshold hadn't been kind to Alejandra not that it was terribly kind to anyone. Alejandra had spent a week in bed, delirious and barely aware of her surroundings. Waking up hadn't been any better, the first thing she'd seen and been able to comprehend in a week was her father telling her to get up and get dressed. If there was any doubt as to what was happening it had been blasted away when she'd walked into the family room and been greeted by her blubbering mother. The over stressed woman had never handled pressure well, their distant father/husband had never made it easy on her, shouldering the responsibility of raising all the children she and his pokewomen had left her loaded beyond her means. The rest of their children had grown and moved out, their other two daughters beating the odds and avoiding threshold. She supposed that having her hopes crushed that close to escaping totally had just ended any composure her mother had had.

The more she thought about it the more Alejandra wished her siblings had been at home so she could say good-bye. As embarrassing as it would have been to see them, especially her normal human sisters, it would have been nice to give them one last hug. As is her father barely let her give her mother a hug and kiss before he shoved her out the door. He didn't even let her grab any of her clothes or pack a bag. She'd left with nothing but a simple pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt.

Her father had never been close to her, or any of his daughters, at least at first. He tried to be nice to her older sisters now a days, he was definitely trying to get closer to them than he had been when they were younger, but the damage was done. She knew that he had long been worried that his daughters would threshold and like her mother she figured he had thought they were past it, until she came down with the sudden fever and collapsed into bed almost a week ago. She supposed that him dragging her off like this was his way of coping, like her mother's breakdown. Try not to think about it and just get rid of her.

The road had been rough under her thin sandals as she'd been led towards the ranch in the city. They were made for human feet, not the paws she had now, after a mile of walking she had kicked them off and left them on the side of the road. Perth was a large city, capital of the province and it had several ranches. The two on the outskirts of city mostly catered to the local farms and industry, the one in the city center was the one that usually handled the pets. The rough dirt roads soon gave way to hard city streets, but the silence of her father wouldn't break. She didn't know what to say to him, she didn't even think she wanted to say anything. He was about to sell her to a rancher and leave her forever, what do you say to some who's about to do that? The silence seemed to say everything that needed to be between the father abandoning his daughter, and the daughter who knew it had to happen. When they finally reached the gates of the ranch he had turned to her and softly said, “I'm sorry.”

Two words to make up for a sixteen years of being kept at arms length, to make up for being abandoned. Two words far too late. “I know,” she had given him two words in reply.

Alejandra sighed as she recalled the last words she'd said to her father. She longed for something more but that had been all there had been and it was fitting. Two words from each of them was a good representation of the depth of their relationship. Kept at arms length long enough that she had stopped caring about it. Mostly.

She walked out into the courtyard and let the sun hit her, she was finding that she liked the feeling of the warm sun on her new fur. In fact she liked all warm things now, it was as if the world had suddenly grown much colder. Quite a few pokegirls of all types were out in the courtyard with her. The high walled yard was in front of the ranch itself, and anyone coming in would have to pass through. On either side of the courtyard were the buildings beside the ranch, one with two floors that could peek over into the courtyard, and one that made people come on the roof to look down into it, and people did. Every day at lunch time men would crowd the windows and roof tops in order to leer down at them. Alejandra looked around and confirmed why, many of the girls were quite happy to couple out in the open, advertising their charms for anyone who cared to look. The flowers planted around and the blossoms in the cherry trees could only partially mask the scent of pokegirls in heat from her newly sensitive nose. At least the blooming flowers no longer gave her sneezing fits.

The scent of poketirls in rut only reinforced her latest issue, the growing knot in her belly. Every wiff of sex on the air send a jolt to her crotch, each moan caught her ear, and every squeal of delight set her on edge. She knew she would need a taming soon, how soon she wasn't sure but she couldn't remember the last time she'd been this randy so how much longer could she hold it off?

Seeking some refuge she ducked into the foyer of the ranch. Without a conscious thought she slid towards the shadows in the room, padding through them quietly. Turning a corner into one of the large lounge rooms she spied a familiar bunnygirl sprawled out asleep on a couch. She shuddered as the girl snored softly and rolled over. Just an hour after she'd been deposited in the ranch the bunnygirl had shown up, escorted away from her family the girl had been a bawling mess. She'd been crying and lamenting her change, whimpering that it couldn't happen, that it wasn't fair, that she had a life planned, a boyfriend, and so on and so on. After only an hour she had started to beg to be put through a taming cycle, it had quickly escalated until the ranch owner himself had ball'd her and tossed her in the machine. Two hours later she had come out… different, gone was any indication of the girl who had come here, she couldn't even remember her name. Instead she'd stumbled around muttering nothing but, “Bunnygirl.”

Alejandra had known what a taming cycle was, and knew in a way what a full on level five cycle could do but she'd never seen it before. The reality of it was horrifying. The bunnygirl might look like the crying thresholder who'd shown up the day before, but whoever that girl had been this bunnygirl wasn't. The fools who said it just relaxed the girls had no idea what they were talking about, the girl was just gone, there was nothing left. When she'd first come to the ranch she'd thought about getting run through the machine just to ease the transition, now she wanted nothing to do with it at all. Better to be sad and herself than happy and, well dead seemed to be the closest analogy she could come up with.

She kept moving, weaving her way through the main house of the ranch until she came to the bunkroom where she slept. Ten by fifteen meters and two stories tall the giant room was filled wall to wall with double bunk beds, the center of the room was open to the second level where a balcony ran around the outside of the room, and it was full of bunks as well. The whole huge room was only one of four in the ranch. She didn't know how the owner of the ranch had managed it but this was the only pet-centric ranch in all of Perth, so he had a lot of girls, a whole hell of a lot.

Looking for an empty bunk Alejandra flopped down on the bed, it didn't matter which one, none of them owned anything and few girls spent more than a week here. One bunk was as good as the next and she only needed some place to kill time. She quickly rolled herself up in the blankets on the bed and curled up in a ball to heat up. The bottom of the bunk above her was drab and the springs were gathering a little rust, she started to count them to distract her but a pleasured yowl echoed through the room from somewhere else in the house. `I need to get fucked!' swept through her mind. The only question was how long was she could wait and who'd get to do the honors.

She knew that quite a few of her classmates would be happy to do the honors. Hell she'd listened to them talk about the various girls and how they'd love to tame them if they got the chance. They'd even had their own betting pool on things like which girl would threshold next, into what, and if any of them might wind up the girl's tamer. She couldn't help but wonder who had made a few quick credits off her threshold. She caught herself starting to figure out which of them she wouldn't mind claiming her and shook her head violently to get the image out of her head. There were a couple she might be willing to have fun with but most of them, she shivered and tried not to think about it. Even if she would let one of them touch her she couldn't deal with the humiliation.

A few weeks prior one of the more popular girls in school had thresholded unexpectedly catching the girl and her family by surprise. She'd heard the twerps whispering to one another all week wondering when she'd wind up at a ranch and which one. All their talking had been hushed when one of them showed up with the dejected girl in tow one morning. The brand new whoresea had been forced to stand naked in front of everyone as her jackass new tamer had shown her off strutting and preening about being her new owner. Alejandra would happily skip that particular humiliation.

It was a relief when her newly enhanced hearing picked up human voices from the ranch entrance, voices that were definitely not those of any of her classmates. She could hear pokegirls throughout the house running for a place to check out the visitors. Following along with the tide of girls she let herself be swept down a corridor with a half dozen other pokegirls until they stopped at the entrance to the ranch foyer. The girls in front of her blocked her view but Alejandra was able to stand up on her tip-toes and peak over them, her new longer legs making themselves useful.

Walking through the foyer behind the rancher's menage-a-trios alpha, Amanda, was an older man, well dressed in a simple gray suit with a blue tie. Amanda might have been a perfect sex-match pokegirl, but she'd found her true calling as the rancher's alpha. With a constant stream of new pokegirls coming and going she always had plenty of targets to satiate her desires with, ensuring that the ranch's population stayed tame. She wasn't only a source of taming though, Amanda had proven to have a deft touch with the management of the ranch, freeing up the owner to wheel and deal rather than constantly dealing with running the place. Alejandra could tell the man was admiring Amanda's charms rather openly, something the sexpot didn't mind in the least, the two of the disappeared into the ranch's office and shut the door behind them.

Almost immediately the girls around her broke out into excited babbling.

“Wow, he looked rich!”

“The rich ones can be the biggest freaks though.”

“He looked normal to me.”

“Normal, more like old.”

“Old or not I bet he's got money.”

“Whore.”

“Of course!”

Alejandra kept her own council. He had looked rather normal, even a little attractive but also rather old, early forties probably. He looked like he had some money, but then again it was just a suit. The girls continued to talk amongst themselves for several minutes until Amanda emerged from the office. Working quickly she weaved her way in and out of the hallways around the foyer, picking out girls left and right, making them stand in a line in the foyer. A firecat, catfish, an ocelolita, and a pool mouse, the four chosen girls waiting patiently as Amanda looked about and began to lead them back towards the office. When her eyes swept over Alejandra's group she went by Alejandra and then came back with a jerk, locking onto her. “You,” the menage said, “come with us.”

Alejandra's eyes went wide but she immediately fell in at the end of the line. They all followed Amanda into the office where the rancher and the well dressed man waited. Amanda quickly pointed out where she wanted each girl to stand and lined them up with about a meter between them. Amanda ended at her end of the line and started to poke and prod at her. “Stand up straight, chest out,” the menage's finger under her chin lifted and then pushed back. “The idea is to look attractive, not like a sullen teenager. Now smile.” Amanda moved down to the next girl and insisted on much of the same.

Alejandra took the opportunity to look around the office, even when she'd been left by her father she hadn't been able to see the office, the rancher only let customers inside it. The entire office was decorated in massed produced modern furniture, expensive and well made, but disgustingly bland in Alejandra's eyes. There were no pictures on the walls, no plants in the corners, not even a bookshelf on the wall. The muted white, grays, and black made the room seem dull and sterile, like nothing lived in it. It felt cold, she hated feeling cold. A large picture window on the wall behind the desk gave a view out onto the street behind the ranch and highlighted the rancher. The bright light washed out all details of his face, and made it hard to see any details of the potential buyer in the armchair beside the desk. The one thing she could see were his eyes scanning across the girls gathered in front of him. A pokedex was in his hand and he consulted it from time to time as he made his way down the line. When he came to her his gaze made her shiver, his eyes bored into her unnervingly. His eyes went over her body, appraising her, but not with any lust, not like she was used to dealing with. His eyes stripped her down like a piece of meat, like a thing, appraising her worth like somehow her worth could be measured with money. She shivered.

She was a thing now, and she could have a worth assigned to her. For the right price he could walk out of here with her and nothing she could say would change that. She shuddered again.

“The catfish, pool mouse, and the ocelolita will not be acceptable,” he said tersely. Amanda quickly shoo'd them from the room. Alejandra tried her best to keep her posture up like she'd been told to by Amanda. While the menage was easy to get along with, she wouldn't hesitate to throw disobedient girls to her master's domina. “The firecat and the shaguar might prove useful.”

“I could offer you a deal on them both, perhaps even let you take them both for a spin,” the rancher said.

“Not necessary.” The man scanned his pokedex again. “What are the girl's origins?”

“The firecat was a captured feral, she's been tamed of course. The shaguar threshholded a few days ago.”

“Then I assume she went to school?”

“I don't know, I didn't really ask when she came in.”

The man's voice seemed annoyed when he spoke again. “Of course you didn't.” His eyes came up from his pokedex and fixed on her. “Well did you?”

Alejandra gulped and nodded, “I did,” she said unsteadily.

“And your grades, what did you do well with?”

“Math, history, A's and B's mostly,” she answered.

“I assume you didn't finish.”

“No sir, middle of the tenth grade when I threshholded.”

“Have you had any experience fighting?”

“No sir.”

The man considered his pokedex again. “I'm interested in her, the firecat can go.”

Amanda quickly escorted the other pokegirl out of the room and came back. As she swept by Alejandra she reached out and slapped her on the ass making Alejandra squeak. “Good job newbie,” she whispered.

“I'm looking for an assistant, bodyguard, and companion. She seems to be bright enough to be a good assistant and her breed can make an acceptable bodyguard, how much?”

“Twenty seven thousand.”

The man looked back at Alejandra, then pulled out a billfold, an expensive leather one with no creases in it. He counted off a few bills and then laid them on the rancher's desk. “I'll need a receipt.”

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The ride to her new home was taken in silence. The ponytaur who pulled their carriage moved swiftly and surely through the streets, her horseshoes clicking across the cobble stones. They soon left the built up central part of the city and headed up to a hilly district where large estates took up acres and overlooked the city below them. The steady clip clop of the pokegirl's hooves was a beat in Alejandra's head as she sat in the back seat. The old leather of the carriage's seats was well worn and broken in, soft and supple under her as she shifted nervously. Her new owner, William Walker, hadn't said a word to her since the ranch. She'd followed behind him, the other girls in the ranch watching her leave with a mixture of happiness and jealousy. He'd climbed into the front seat of the carriage but when she'd moved to join him he shut the door in front of her and jerked his thumb behind him.

In other circumstances she might have been able to enjoy the ride in the richly appointed vehicle, but not today. Since they'd climbed in William had been on his communicator and he hadn't been happy. Each call seemed to leave him more and more irritable until he slammed his communicator down on the seat beside him after cursing at whoever had been on the other end, a business associate of some kind she assumed. Alejandra did her best to sit still and be quiet, not wanting to attract her enraged new owner's attention. The ponytaur turned them onto a driveway and Alejandra took in the sight of her new home.

The Walker mansion was a huge affair sitting in the middle of five or six acres. The long driveway arched up towards the house, cutting through acres of perfectly manicured lawns. Flowerbeds clustered around the bases of the many trees that dotted the lawn and the driveway curved around a small pond. Alejandra could see bright orange fish swimming beneath lily pads in the water as they passed. For a moment her stomach growled.

The house itself was huge, three stories tall and immaculate. The tan stone on its walls was fitted together beautifully, not a single black tile on its roof was out of place. The large wooden door in front had a single brass knocker in the center and even as the carriage pulled up the front door opened. A human looking girl stood in the opening wearing a long black dress with a simple white apron. Her light purple hair was tucked up under a simple white kerchief that sat on top of her head. She waited in the entrance to the house as the carriage pulled up, her hands folded in front of her. Alejandra's new master quickly climbed out when the carriage stopped and the girl said, “Welcome home Master Walker. I take it your trip was profitable.”

“It was Eliza,” he said as he swept by her and into the house.

Alejandra hoped out of the carriage and eased her way past the maid and in to the foyer.

“Eliza, show this girl to her room.”

“This way,” the servant girl said with a gesture towards the stairs. Alejandra nervously fell in behind the servant as she headed directly for the stairs. The girl's pace was unhurried as she made her way up the wide winding staircase. Alejandra kept her hands to herself as they walked up, alcoves filled with vases, statues, and candelabra's lined the stairs each one more expensive looking than the last. All about her the opulence of the house made itself obvious, the gilded chandelier hanging over the center of the foyer, paintings hanging on the far wall, Alejandra hadn't seen as much wealth in her entire life as she was seeing in just the foyer of her new owner's house. They kept climbing the red carpeted stairs till they got to the second level and then kept on climbing. “Your room will be on the third floor with the little Mistress.”

“Little Mistress?"

“The Master and Mistress' daughter. Their son lives on the second floor."

Alejandra nodded even though the servant girl couldn't see her and kept following. Who knew, maybe the girl would be her age and she'd have someone to talk to, her father certainly didn't seem the talkative type. The pokegirl led her down a short hall towards a set of double doors, but just before they reached them she turned to the left, to a small, single, unadorned door. The servant girl opened it and looked back to see Alejandra looking at the double doors. “That's the Little Miss' room, this is yours.”

Alejandra squeezed by the maid and into her new room. After the excess of the rest of the house her new room was surprisingly subdued. The three meter square room was furnished rather simply, with cream colored walls and blue curtains that went well with the warm wooden flooring and furniture. On the far wall was a single queen sized bed underneath a large window. At the foot was a small closet. On the right hand wall was a small book case and on the wall facing the hall was a desk with an ornate phone on it. On the left hand wall was a simple dresser that she walked up to and opened, empty.

“We don't have any clothes for you yet, now that you're here I'm sure you'll get some right away.”

“The room's nice.”

“It was only finished yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” Alejandra asked.

“Yes, this was a closet until a few days ago. The Master only decided to buy a pokegirl last week.”

“He did?”

The pokegirl nodded. “The Mistress had to convince him.” She looked around the room and seemed happy with what she saw. “Formal introductions will be made later. Wait here until then.”

Alejandra started to ask a question but the girl left quickly shutting the door behind her. With an exasperated sigh she went back to surveying her new surroundings. The austere room was smaller than her old one, but it wasn't tiny. 'At least it's not a bunk room,' that was getting old fast at the ranch, this one looked to be hers alone. So things weren't as bad as they could be, she could be happy about that. 'I just hope they let me paint in here,' she thought as she stared at the plain white walls. She padded softly across the room and crawled up onto her new bed. `A little too firm,' she thought, but the mound of blankets piled at the foot of it looked inviting.

She looked out the window over it and grinned. Behind the house was a large irregular pool and a hot tub. Someone had gone to great lengths to make the pool look like some kind of lagoon and Alejandra was already looking forward to laying out on what looked like a beach along one side. Thoughts of warm sun and sand made her start to purr softly. Overall the back yard was much more inviting than the front, while the front was made up like the front of a palace and meant to awe the back yard was made much more inviting. A tall stone wall hid the whole rear of the house from prying eyes. Tall, wide canopied oak trees and pines dotted the back yard, chairs and loveseats were scattered underneath them in the shade. A few small ponds with their own fish were spread around as well. Alejandra's tail started to sway behind her as she thought about prowling around out in that yard. “Maybe this won't be that bad,” she thought. Her new owner wasn't anyone she'd have picked, ever, but he wasn't too bad, and his house was spectacular. With nothing to do she settled down on the bed in the sunbeam and decided to wait.

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An hour later a knock at her door preceded Eliza's return. “Time to make the formal introductions darling.”

The purple haired girl escorted Alejandra out the door and towards the stairs. “Buying you is becoming a bit of an event here. The Mistress is having Mrs. Bolger and Ms. Naomi over to meet you.”

“Who?”

“The Mistress will handle the introductions.” The sound of a door opening and female voices making introductions wafted up from downstairs. “Just in time.'

As they turned down on the last flight of stairs Alejandra could see the foyer below. A tall woman in her forties stood in front of the open door. Her rich brown hair was pulled back in an orderly ponytail that was kept in place with a wide black ribbon. Her hair was long enough that it fell all the way to her waist and every small movement of her head set the length of it dancing and swaying. Alejandra looked her over appreciatively, while her long gray dress wasn't cut to show anything off in a scandalous fashion it was obvious that the older woman had taken good care of her body over the years. Her nice hips, larger bosom and aged but sweet looking face made Alejandra wonder why her husband felt the need to go off and buy a pokegirl.

The woman entering the door was very different from the woman opening it. A full foot shorter than the taller woman, she was much fuller bodied than her friend but she wasn't fat in the least having kept in just as good a shape as the Mistress of the house. Unlike her friend her teal dress was far more revealing, only falling to her knees and exposing a great deal of cleavage to boot. Her dirty blonde hair was kept in a fashionable french twist secured with a large sequend clip. She came into the house with a huge smile on her face and both her and the Mistress embraced in a long friendly hug. The creases around her lips told Alejandra that her smile wasn't faked, and something that graced her face often.

The pokegirl who followed the Mistress' friend in put both of the women to shame though. As tall as the Mistress and with her friends impressive bosom and round bottom but a narrow waist and long legs. The fur that covered her was one continuous shade of midnight black, only interrupted by a pair of long white stripes that ran across the top of her huge bushy tail and if Alejandra guessed properly went down her back to meet up them. Her stark white hair matched the color of her stripes and it was pulled up on top of her head in a loose ponytaurtail that flowed down behind her. Alejandra didn't need a pokedex to know that she was some form of skunkgirl. Her dress was what Alejandra would have expected for a pokegirl, a light blue floral print cheongsam with a large cut out right over her chest. A simple rose colored chocker wrapped tightly around her regal neck, a small charm nestled into the front of it. The girl strutted into the house as if she owned the place, but stood a respectful distance behind the woman she'd come with.

Eliza finished leading her down the stairs and stopped at the bottom, straightening up and folding her hands behind her back. “Mistress, the new pokegirl," she announced as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

The first woman turned around. “Ah, thank you Eliza.” She waved the maid away and Eliza faded away quickly towards a room to the back of the house. Alejandra straightened up instinctively as the woman started to look her over. She slowly paced around Alejandra as her friend and the pokegirl looked her over too.

“I think your husband did a good job Becky,” the short woman said as her eyes flitted across Alejandra's body. There was no interest there, only a simple once over.

“It probably killed him to do it,” the Mistress of the house snorted behind Alejandra. She felt a hand brush up the side of her tail. “He did do a good job though.” Becky finished pacing behind Alejandra and stood next to her friend. “What do you think Naomi?”

Instead of the shorter woman Alejandra was surprised to see the pokegirl take a half step forward and begin to speak. “I think she'll fit the bill perfectly.” Alejandra fidgeted nervously as the older pokegirls eyes seemed to undress her. Unlike her Mistress Naomi was most definitely interested.

The shorter woman poked Becky in the ribs. “Don't leave the poor girl standing there, make some introductions.”

“Oh hush Diana," Becky said, poking her friend back. "What is your name darling?” her Mistress asked.

“Alejandra ma'am,” she said, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. The foyer wasn't as warm as her sun beam had been and she felt the need to fidget to stay warm.

“What's your story?”

“I just thresholded ma'am, I… don't know what else to say.” Alejandra glanced down at the floor and then back up. "I don't suppose much matters aside from that."

“Rubbish," Becky said wit a dismissive wave. "I assume since my husband bought you that you have at least some education.”

Alejandra perked up at this interest in her pre-threshold life. “Yes ma'am, I was in the tenth grade.”

“Well we'll have to finish that off.” The mistress of the house said as if it was a given. Alejandra had never heard of people who actually tried to continue their pokegirl's educations unless they were a g-poindexter or a supe-bra genius or some other breed like that.

Behind Becky her friend coughed, “Ahem?”

Becky glanced back and nodded. “Oh, of course. Alejandra, I'm Rebecca. Walker, you may call me Mrs. Walker or Ma'am, which ever is more appropriate. This,” she gestured back to her human friend, “is Mrs. Diana Bolger, a friend of the family and her pokegirl Naomi.”

Alejandra smiled and bowed a little to each of them in turn, the small subservient act coming so naturally to her that she didn't realize she'd done it until Naomi had bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement.

“I should introduce you to your new owner, I suppose you've already met my husband, Mr. Walker.”

“Yes ma'am, he didn't say much on the ride over,” Alejandra added. As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she could pull them back, wondering if she'd overstepped her bounds. Mrs. Bolger and Naomi giggled behind their hands as her Mistress rolled her eyes.

“My husband isn't precisely comfortable with this," she said with an exasperated sigh.

`You think he isn't,' Alejandra thought, `Try being the girl who's going to be getting fucked by him shortly.'

Mrs. Walker turned towards a room off the foyer. Alejandra could see a dining table and a hearth through the open door to the room. “Darling come in here already, we're not getting any younger.”

“Someone's being bashful,” Mrs. Bolger teased.

“That's a first,” Naomi added.

Her Mistress hissed scandalously and smacked her pokegirl on the arm. “Naomi!”

Alejandra only paid them a little attention, she was fixated on the doorway into the next room. She knew that Mr. Walker was going to come through and confirm everything but she still wanted to see it for her own eyes.

The Walker that came slowly into the foyer was not the one Alejandra had expected.

“Alejandra, this is my daughter, Michelle.”

Alejandra stared dumbly at the girl in the door way. Tall and thin she was the spitting image of what her mother must have been like two decades before. Her wavy brown hair was pulled up into a ponytaurtail like her mother's, and the rich chestnut color matched her identical dark green eyes. A simple white cotton tank top and gray cotton shorts that barely covered her hips were the only thing she was wearing. Part of Alejandra's mind wondered if Mrs. Walker might not be a pokegirl and have undergone parthenogenesis to wind up with such a perfect clone of herself. She looked old enough to have gone to class with Alejandra, and she would have gotten a lot of attention from the boys in her class. 'If she thresholded they'd beat each other to death trying to make it to the ranch first,' part of her mind commented.

The rest of Alejandra's mind was still trying to come to grips with the fact that Mr. Walker was still no where to be seen. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as she tried to form some words, any words as the girl looked at her expectantly. The situation was just too insane. This could not possibly be happening to her.

“Say something darling,” Mrs. Bolger said, to who Alejandra wasn't sure.

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Naomi grimaced as the silence dragged on and on. The thresholder just kept standing there, twitching and staring at Michelle while her mouth moved but nothing came out. Just as she thought it couldn't get any worse, the silence dragged on even longer. Michelle's happy smile was starting to transform into a frown with each passing silent second. This would not do at all. “I'm sure its just a little embarrassing, she just thresholded after all,” Naomi said. “Why don't I take these two love birds upstairs and get them better aquainted without all the prying eyes.”

Her Mistress seemed to catch on the quickest. “Yes, why don't you all go upstairs and get to know one another without her mother looking on.”

Mrs. Walker looked slightly confused, then blushed as she realized what her friend meant. "Oh, well... yes, why don't you take them upstairs Naomi."

Naomi was happy to see that Michelle headed quickly for the stairs even before her mother started to talk. Alejandra seemed to pause, but soon enough followed Michelle. Moving quickly she paced Alejandra and leaned over to ask her, “What's the matter with you?” She winced inwardly at the overly aggressive hiss of her voice but she let it stand.

Alejandra looked up at Michelle then back to her. “I'm straight,” she whispered softly.

`Oh sweet Bast,' Naomi thought. This was exactly what she didn't need, some silly thresholder making her regret picking her. She'd spent all night pouring over the listings they had received from the various ranches around town. In all the criteria she'd used to look for a pokegirl for Michelle that was the one thing she'd never thought to check for. Thresholder, intelligent, schooled, a cute cat-type but not a near human one, the same age as Michelle, but she'd never thought to wonder if she'd at least be open to a female owner. Naomi let Alejandra walk up the stairs ahead of her and glared at the shaguar's back. Michelle would be crushed, Mr. Walker might question her judgment, and who knew how long before she'd find another suitable candidate for Michelle's companion, and she didn't even know if her old Master's contacts would grant her access to the school records again.

She indulged her aggravation and anger for three more steps and then reigned it in. Her old Master had taught her well. Problems are nothing more than opportunities waiting for the right person to exploit them and getting angry was the quickest way to ensure she did something stupid and kept them as problems. The wheels of her mind spun into overdrive as she began to search for an angle to turn this into a benefit. Alejandra's little act downstairs would complicate things severely, she'd caught more than a twinge of disappointment coming across her bond with her own Mistress, and an outpouring of grief from Michelle. The poor girl was far more sensetive than she let on.

She pondered throwing the pokegirl in her room and locking the door until she was good and feral but that would do little to ingratiate her to the pokegirl, and wouldn't do much for the thresholder's relationship with Michelle, or her own. She filed that idea away as a last resort.

There was the possibility of just holding her down and taming her right now, but again that would leave her no better off than she was now. Besides, Michelle had learned some of her lessons too well to really enjoy that, she'd love it if the catgirl played at resisting her advances, actually resisting... Another possibility to file away as a last resort.

The last thing that came to her mind was the obvious solution. Her Master had always told her that regardless of the situation, you win the game by playing it longer than anyone else. If they were planning for the next few minutes, you planed for the next few hours, they planned for the next few days, you planned for months, the planned for years, you planned for decades. Right now, this little thresholder could barely see past the end of her black nose, out maneuvering her would be simple. Her plan started to come together before the little group made it past the first landing of the stairs. By the time they reached the third floor Naomi had gone over it twice and was ready.

She had too much time and energy invested in this to start over now. Her old Master had died far too young and with it her plans. She had learned much from him and looked back on all her scheming with amusement, she'd been a rank amateur, enthusiastic, but clueless. Michelle had given her a second chance, one to use the skills she'd learned, and she'd need everything to turn this situation around into a benefit.

"Michelle dear, why don't you go in your room and," Naomi gave her young companion a sly smile when she turned to look back, "get ready. Alejandra and I need to go in her room, pokegirl stuff darling." That seemed to satisfy Michelle and she disappeared into her room while Naomi turned Alejandra towards the shaguar's room.

Naomi looked around the small space as they entered, a nice enough room, but far too plain. At some point she would have to come over and help Michelle decorate this poor girl's room, the lack of color was depressing. She slid the chair back from under the desk and sat down, demurely crossing her legs in front of her and thankful that the chair was designed for pokegirls with tails. There was no solid back to cram it into her. Alejandra stood in the middle of the room, looking unsure of herself.

Naomi let herself appreciate the thresholder's charms. Her pale bluish white fur, pure white belly, and her ash gray spots and stripes made for an exotic looking pelt. Her decent sized C cups would make Michelle happy, her sweetling was a breast girl. Naomi smirked to herself, that little detail was likely her fault, her own overflowing bosom had attracted the human girl's attentions to begin with. She on the other hand preferred the legs and butt of a girl, and judging from the way this shaguar's tiny waist connected to her wide flaring hips Naomi wouldn't be disappointed either. Michelle would certainly invite her in to play after she had gotten to know Alejandra, and Naomi was looking forward to that.

Unfortunately the tight black shorts and halter top did nothing for the Shaguar. The showed off her body of course, that was the idea, but the shiny black material was all wrong for her colorations. She'd have to find something more appropriate before presenting her, again, to Michelle. Thankfully she estimated the pokegirl and her new Mistress to be about the same size.

Alejandra fidgeted nervously as Naomi looked her over. She had just thought the skunkgirl was undressing her with her eyes downstairs, now she knew she was doing it. She could feel her gaze wandering over her body, ghostly fingers caressing her as Naomi's eyes lingered over different parts of her body. She didn't know how or when but things had gone horribly wrong, her Master was a Mistress and now this pokegirl was eyeing her up like a piece of meat. To top it all off she inadvertently caught herself moving to give her a better view. This was all so gods-damned wrong.

Naomi found herself calming down significantly, looking at beautiful things did that to her. She was also a little worked up from imagining different outfits, or the lack there of, she could put the shaguar in for Michelle's benefit. There would be a time for such thoughts later, right now there were more important things to ponder. Pushing down her lascivious instincts Naomi recentered herself on the issue. Looking directly into Alejandra's eyes she asked, "Would you care to tell me what the problem is again?"

Without the humans looking on the girl seemed to find some of her spine again. "Didn't you hear me, I'm straight!"

"Were straight."

"What 'were', am! As in right now, straight!" Alejandra jabbed a finger towards Naomi's chest. Each breath seemed to bring new steel to her spine and resolve to her words. "I'm not one of you! I won't screw anything that walks."

Naomi might have been happy to see some spirit out of the girl but she bristled anyways at the accusation. "You are one of us now, or did humans start coming with tails?" Her eyes narrowed, the white bands around them disappearing leaving nothing but black around her cold stare. "Second of all none of us have a choice on who we screw. Ferals get raped into submission even if humans like to call it 'taming', and no one really gives the rest us a choice on who we're going to be with. In case you haven't noticed we're slaves." The hard edge on Naomi's voice softened a little, "If you're a very lucky pokegirl you'll wind up someone who you want to screw and not just someone you have to. I was lucky, and whether you realize it or not so are you."

"Lucky? LUCKY?" Alejandra was almost screaming, the fur on her ears and tail was sticking straight out. "How is this lucky? I'm straight and I have a female tamer!"

Naomi had wanted her to get to this place, nice and emotional, full of righteous indignation. It was a true pity that she had to have things brought to her like this, but there was no other way to do it, not and salvage any portion of this situation. “I'm going to give you a tip, a little piece of advice, you could even call it a rule I suppose. This tidbit is usually hard won and learned far too late to be useful. To put it to your situation sweetie, don't fuck up this gravy train over something as stupid and insignificant as being straight.”

“Huh?” Alejandra tried to shift gears out of her tirade to comprehend what Naomi was saying, she only managed to grind them.

“You really don't get it do you? You just don't know,” Naomi said as simply as she could with little emotion in her voice.

Alejandra blinked, “Know what?” The elder pokegirl's restraint had left her little to scream at and she was still struggling to piece together what the skunkgirl might be talking about.

Naomi slowly shook her head. “So typical, so sad.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Alejandra demanded. Some of her outrage had persisted and Naomi's condescension was stoking it back to a roar.

“You think this is as bad as it gets? You really think that having to eat pussy when you prefer cock is a bad choice, a hard thing to do? You'd throw this all away and go back to the ranch just hoping to strike it lucky with some swinging dick?” There was no salacioiusness in her voice, just a simple question.

Naomi's hard stare made Alejandra take a half step back. She looked down at her feet meekly and replied, “Well, yes.”

Naomi arched a graceful eyebrow. “Did you stop to think about it? Sure, you'll probably get a cock, but you have no idea what it'll be attached too, some skuzzy old man, some disgusting teenaged kid, some thirty year old freak? You think you'll wind up with a man who's half as attractive as Michelle is?”

“Maybe, at least it'll be a man. Women don't attract me," Alejandra sneered.

Naomi threw her head back and laughed, “You've won the lottery you silly little girl, complaining about Michelle being a girl instead of a man is like whining that you've only won ninety million credits instead of ninety-one.”

Alejandra's fur had started to relax but Naomi's mocking laugh riled it right back up. “Its not like that, don't exaggerate. Don't you get it! I'm STRAIGHT!” Alejandra exclaimed as she balled her fists up and beat her legs with them.

“No, its exactly that. Let me explain the ugly truth to you honey. There are plenty of straight as an arrow pokegirls who would just love to get a chance to be Michelle's girl.” The skunkgirl held up her hand and stopped Alejandra from saying anything. “No, not because they're pokegirls, but because being forced to eat another girl's pussy is the smallest of the indignities that could be foisted upon them.” Naomi recrossed her legs. “No, the true horror is being a slave.”

Alejandra rolled her eyes, “I get that.”

“No, you don't,” Naomi said with enough vehemence to end any thoughts Alejandra might have had of replying. To her pleasure the cat-type's ears flattened into her purple hair. “You've spent most of your life as a human. You were protected, looked after. If you were hungry you'd be fed, if you were struck the attacker would be punished, if you wanted to do something you went and did it. Not anymore. If you can't protect yourself too bad, if you are hungry you fend for yourself or starve, if you're struck then you have it coming, and if you want do something you'd better hope your master approves and even then you can be punished for the crime of just having a will of your own.”

“My father let his girls do as they pleased," Alejandra declared thinking of the two pokegirls who her father had kept around.

“Did he?” Naomi asked. “Did they have jobs?”

Alejandra looked confused. “Well, yes.”

“Did they pick them or your father?”

“I dunno… he did I guess.”

”Did they like the jobs."

”Not really.”

”Did they have a say, could they quit if they wanted to?”

”Well, no,” Alejandra delayed in answering having already seen where the line of questions were going.

“Exactly," Naomi declared. "Sometimes you luck out and get a good owner. One who might treat you well, keep you tamed, and never stuff you in a pokeball. It sounds like your father wasn't that awful. I've known Michelle since she was a little girl and I know she'll be even better to you. When you find a good tamer you don't fuck it up with something stupid because it can always be worse. Much, much worse.”

“Yeah, I could wind up as some bondage freak's pokegirl,” Alejandra joked.

Naomi guffawed at the statement, a deep belly laugh that Alejandra knew wasn't faked. “You should be so lucky.” In an instant the pokewoman's voice grew cold. “You don't get it so I suppose I'll have to spell it out for you. The Orange League isn't that bad, not really, and humans just don't want to know. Ignorance can be comforting.”

“Know what? I know they're…”

“…we're,” Naomi corrected.

“…we're second class citizens.”

“HA! We wish we were second class citizens, if we were second class we might have some rights but we don't. Some protection from the horrors of this world but we don't. We're furniture, parts, nothing. You need to understand how good you've got it.” Naomi got up and paced slowly around the room, circling the perimeter with Alejandra at the center.

“Some tamers can't stand old pokegirls, the chance that they might turn to become pokewomen. They don't want kids so after a decade or so they throw the girl out and buy or trade for a new young thing. No consideration, no concern for the girl who's been his faithful companion and protector, for the girl who's shared part of her soul with him and just been treated like trash. No concern about what's going to happen to a pokegirl who's far past her prime.” Naomi paused and looked at her, “Do you know how hard it is to find a good tamer for a pokegirl who's about to hit her second puberty, or even worse who's past it? If they're lucky they'll be sold off to some factory or farm where they'll do manual labor until they die. If they're not it'll be much worse for them. Do you know how many pokewomen are stuck in their pokeballs, laid up in storage for years on end, decades even? Do you know how many are never let out, and eventually destroyed just to make a little room in the system?” Naomi held up a finger and flicked it. "They just flip a switch and dump the ball. One minute the pokewoman is stuck inside, waiting, the next she's not even a memory."

“They always love to talk up how wonderful it is for a pokegirl to bond to a human she has sex with, they never seem to talk about what it really means. It means every time a tamer loans out a girl to his friends, or heaven forbid the girl gets sold into a whorehouse, the girl gets to have a little bit of her soul stolen then pissed on. To watch a little bit of herself die each time she's passed around.” Naomi stopped in front of Alejandra and looked at her. "No one likes to talk about the fact that we have no choice in the matter, how we're forced to care about someone even if they could care less about us." Alejandra backed up and sat down on the bed, forcing Naomi to stay in front of her. "That's right, you don't have any choice in the matter, even if the person who owns you treats you like trash you'll still bond to them. You'll want their approval, their attention but you'll never get it."

Alejandra sat quietly in place, not speaking as Naomi continued. “Of course that's just the mild stuff, in some Leagues a girl exercising her free will or back talking a human can result in her being executed. They're killed for the crime of telling a human to leave them alone. Some of the crueler places don't just let the girls die either.” Naomi fixed her with a cold stare. “Ever seen a stuffed pokegirl?” Alejandra's face drained of all color. “Even that's not enough, there are places where you can get pokegirl furniture. You see they'll buy up rare or exotic pokegirls and pokewomen, kill them, usually with poison since it damages their bodies the least, then pose them, mount them, and stuff them.”

Naomi could see her hovering on the verge of denial or acceptance. If she just quit now the girl would likely dismiss it all, try to curl back up in the fantasy so many humans had built up around pokegirls and their relationship with humans and Naomi couldn't have that. So she pressed on.

“Pokegirl clothes? Some of us are rather prized for our pelts and skins, you can get a pair of naga skin boots or a vixxen fur coat if you know where to look in some Leagues. After all, it would be such a waste to just destroy all those pokewomen without one last bit of dignity stripping abuse.” She brought her own tail around her waist and stroked the bushy fur. "My own skin would probably be worth a bit to the right tailor."

Alejandra shuddered. Her whole body was hunching down, trying to curl up and protect her from the horrors Naomi was describing.

Naomi paused to finger the small rose shaped charm on the front of her choker. The small charm had been Michelle's. She'd taken it the night that Michelle had become a woman, a physical prize for the hidden flower of Michelle's that she had claimed. She loved the way the human girl blushed any time she played with the charm around her parents. “Think being the pokegirl of someone with a leather and whip fetish would be bad? How about a guy who's only use for you is to chain you up, torture you, torment you, and one day get his kicks by strangling the life from you right before heading out to buy a new girl and do it all over again. In most Leagues that would just get the freak a fine, if the cops even bothered to try and find him.” Naomi looked up and out through the window. "It gets expensive, but some people have the money to burn. At least the rich ones use up the girls quickly, the ones who can only afford a girl once in a while have to keep them alive and the torture going for a long time, years sometime before they can kill her."

Alejandra was cringing at every word now, the flash of non-belief squashed out under the list of horrors Naomi rattled off so matter-of-factly.

“I suppose that the ones who keep feral carnivores like nagas around and feed them tame girls like titmice are a little better. The girls die fairly quickly.” Naomi looked back down into Alejandra's eyes. "Nagas aren't terribly patient, the titmice are just food, not entertainment."

“Did you know that in the Johto League there's a fighting circuit where they pair off pokegirls to fight, to the death?” Naomi shook her head. “Not a might die like in some kind of gym battle gone wrong, will die, because if one of the girl's doesn't die they kill them both with shock collars. They delight in awful pairings, like finding meek and mild types like titmice to fight one another, or even sisters. I've even heard of a mother and daughter being forced to fight once. The mother tried to save her daughter by not fighting her and telling her to kill her. The sick bastards let the girl beat her mother almost to death and then they turned on the daughter's shock collar. They burned her down right in front of her half dead mother for ruining their sport. The only mercy they showed was letting the mother expire instead of healing her back up.”

Naomi could see the horror in Alejandra's eyes. It might be nice to leave the girl's innocence intact but this was for her own good. She couldn't stand the thought of this sweet little thresholder doing something as monumentally stupid as giving up on Michelle. She didn't want to see Michelle hurt either which was part of it, she especially didn't want her own plans screwed up. “Did you know that there's a chain of restaurants in the Edo League where you can get sushi right from a pokegirl?”

Alejandra shook her head no.

“When I say from, I mean from the arm, from the thigh…”

Alejandra's pale face went whiter and the girl looked ill. “No…”

“Oh yes, some poor live girl, they prefer either fish types or near humans, is tied down very tightly and securely to a table and a chef comes out to carve her up for the diners. The chefs are graded on their ability to carve the girl up and keep her alive for as long as possible. They say it makes them taste better. They have to gag the girls, the diners enjoy the torture in their eyes but the screaming ruins their appetites. After all, they're not humans.”

“Do you get it now? Do you understand what it is I'm trying to tell you?” Naomi sat down beside Alejandra.

“I think I'm going to be sick.”

“Probably,” Naomi said offhandedly. "I'm sorry you had to hear that but its for your own good. I don't think you realized just how lucky you had gotten. I've seen other girls make an equally stupid choice and regret it for the rest of their lives."

Naomi sat down on the bed beside Alejandra and put an arm around the shaguar's shoulder. "I knew a girl, sweet girl, who thresholded into a ponytaur. She wasn't as broken up about it as you would think. After all she got to keep most of her old body with only," Naomi chuckled lightly, "minor improvements."

"She went to a ranch like many thresholders do and soon enough a man came by. A simple plain man, a farmer, he needed help on his farm and the girl was a godsend to him. He wasn't much to look at, he'd spent his life working with his hands in the sun. He was a little older, well worn, but kind and gentle. He bought the girl much to her displeasure and took her home. As soon as she found out his plans for her, to pull a plow and work the farm she had rebelled. Refusing to work, demanding that she be sent back. He would have been in his rights to force her too but he didn't. Instead he gave her what she wanted. Her next owner was what she'd hoped for, high class well to do and handsome. Sadly for her he wanted her to run in the races. He didn't care if she wanted too or not. She was beaten when she refused, beaten when she didn't perform, and beaten if she lost. She was branded so everyone would know who she belonged to but her handsome man only tamed her if she won, and it was never a reward for her. Eventually she lost one race too many and her leg was broken during the beating. Sick of her the man sent her back to the ranch without even healing her first. When she got back to the ranch the first person who came by looking for a girl was none other than the farmer who had bought her the first time. He showed remarkable compassion for a human and rather than gloat over her misfortune or just ignore her he bought her, again. It didn't take her long to realize how good she had it with the farmer. She worked all day but was never beaten or berated. At night she slept in his bed rather than a barn. Soon she learned to love her work and went to it gladly. She learned to love the farmer and happily bore his children when the time was right. She learned the hard way."

The wind had been taken completely from Alejandra's sails. She didn't know if half of what Naomi had said was true but she knew that if even half of it was she didn't want to chance it. Still, she wondered. "Does that farmer and girl actually exist?"

Naomi smiled, the girl had some spirit. "Of course, and if you'd like I can take you to meet them. They grew a type of apples my old master was particularly fond of, I still go to their farm from time to time to buy some."

Naomi knew that some of the girl's doubts had to be swirling around, looking for a place to gain hold of her again. Naomi knew how she could finish the job, but hesitated. She disliked talking about what she had too, aside from her old Master, the Mistress, and Michelle no one else knew the real story. There wasn't another choice however, they were too far down the path now. She straightened her regal neck and reached behind her to unclip her choker.

Alejandra's stomach roiled as she watched Naomi's choker move away. The skin underneath it, and there was only skin, her lustrous ebon fur was missing beneath the leather strap, was a mass of scars, one in particular ran from one side of her neck to the other in a horrific parody of a smile. Naomi calmly sat the red choker in her lap and looked at Naomi.

"I didn't have the chance to turn away a good master. My first was a monster. He bought me, feral, from a passing tamer. Not legal of course, but there's no paper trail. He shackled me to a wall in his basement and then he raped me, and it was, he made sure I never gained any pleasure from it so that I'd be tame enough to have my wits about me as he did what he wanted. I don't think he had the time he wanted because he never got to use more than half the horrific implements he had on me. It lasted for days though, until he decided his fun was at an end. He skinned my throat, he didn't want my fur obstructing the view, and then he slit it while I hung from my shackles." Naomi ran a finger across the smiling scar. "It takes a lot of work to break even my breed's skin, so he had to work at it. I had enough of my wits about me to realize what he was doing and play along. Screaming was easy, he practically sawed my neck open, playing dead after he did it wasn't. I did lose a lot of blood, enough to leave me woozy. After he had," Naomi shuddered, "enjoyed himself all over my blood soaked belly he took me down and to a nearby river where he dumped me. I was able to play dead long enough for him to leave then get away. I was found half dead shortly after by a couple and their children. They took me to a nearby ranch where the rancher healed me and put me up for sale."

"Oh gods," Alejandra murmured.

"Thankfully the next people to own me were Matthew and Diana Bolger. I've lived a good life since then. We both miss Matthew of course, but its been a good life." Naomi put her choker back in place, covering up the scars of her past. "So understand that when I tell you these things, to accept Michelle, its for you own good and that I know how bad it can be and how good it can be."

Alejandra's head was swimming, the horror stories that Naomi had told her had tied her in knots to begin with, seeing her neck had brought it all home. In a flash she was on her feet and just as quickly kneeling over the garbage can in the room, throwing up every bit of her breakfast and lunch in it.

Naomi followed and kneeled beside the retching pokegirl, patting her back and trying to reassure her as her stomach turned inside out. When the worst of it passed Naomi stood and took the phone from its cradle. "Yes, could you send up Eliza to clean up a mess... and have her bring some water, crackers, and a bottle of blush? Good... No, no rush, just as soon as she has the opportunity."

Alejandra sat back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The wretched taste in her mouth wasn't going away anytime soon and her stomach was still doing flips.

"I take it you understand now?"

Alejandra didn't want to look up or speak, it felt like any little thing would make her lose what little might remain of her food. Instead she just nodded.

Naomi walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. "And, do you still want to take your chances at the ranch?"

That was the million credit question. Alejandra stared straight ahead into nothing as she considered her answer. After Naomi's horror stories she never wanted to see the ranch again. If she stayed though, staying meant doing... doing THAT with another girl. She could still see the ragged crescent that had been carved into Naomi's throat though, she could imagine her own self in that position. Her stomach heaved again but nothing came. No, she couldn't go back to the ranch, even if it meant...

"No."

The answer was meek, even broken. Naomi hated herself for doing that to the shaguar but she had no choice. "Come here darling."

Alejandra did as she was told, rising to her feet and walking to the bed. She sat down with a gap between her and the skunkgirl but her weight hadn't even settled before Naomi closed the gap and brought them hip to hip. "Did they ever find the guy who... who did that to you?"

Naomi fidgeted with her dress, rearranging it. "Yes, Matthew made it a point to find him. The laws for killing pokegirls aren't the same as the ones for killing humans, but Matthew found enough to make sure the monster was locked away for the rest of his life. It was two years before they did though, and I doubt I was his first, or his last girl that he did that too."

Alejandra nodded, at least there was a little justice in the world.

"We have other things to talk about though."

"Like me being straight?"

"Yes, that."

"I don't think there's anything you can say that will change it."

Naomi tipped her head thoughtfully. "No, but there are some details about it you might have missed."

"What could I have possibly missed? I don't see a naked girl and think 'Yummy.'"

"Well have you looked lately?" Naomi asked.

"No." Alejandra pouted.

Naomi filed that one away for later. "That's not really what I was talking about though."

"Then what?"

"You're a shaguar darling. There aren't very many breeds that specifically require one sex or the other to tame them, and you're not one of them."

Alejandra looked at her sullenly, "That doesn't help."

"I'm not finished," Naomi said. She was willing to tolerate a little more sarcasm now that the shaguar was amiable to the idea. "What that means is that you can bond with Michelle."

"I thought bonding was this horrible thing that's forced on us."

Alejandra saying us was an improvement in Naomi's eyes but she sighed anyways. "No, being forced to bond to any asshole who fucks you is."

"Yeah, forced."

"Michelle is a sweet girl, not an asshole, and no one is forcing you either."

Alejandra huffed and looked away.

"The point is, you can bond with her and that bond will bring you two together. In a week or two you won't care that she's a girl and you prefer men. Bonding with a human like Michelle is not a curse, its a privellage."

Alejandra mulled it over and seemed to accept it. "Ok, in a few weeks, but what about tonight?"

"Assuming you're that irresistible hun?"

"Well that's why they bought me isn't? I've see the way Michelle looked at me."

Naomi nodded, "I suppose it is why they Mr. Walker bought you." Naomi paused to think about the answer. "How often are you thinking about sex?"

Alejandra's eyes went wide. "What?"

"How often are you thinking about sex, its a simple question."

"How in the hell is that any of your business?!" Alejandra asked as she bowed up.

Naomi laid a hand on the girl's knee to try and calm her, "I need to know how far along you are."

"Far along from what?" Alejandra demanded, becoming defensive.

"From going feral. The closer you are to it the more you're going to think about sex, and the more you're going to want it, from anyone."

Alejandra pondered what she had been told. "Oh," she said, then, "Ohhhh."

"Exactly. The closer you are to being feral the more open you'll be to...," Naomi's hand on Alejandra's knee started to move, stroking her pale fur, "other arrangements than those you might normally want."

Alejandra was either too distracted or overwhelmed to notice Naomi's wandering hand. "A lot," she finally answered sheepishly.

Naomi chuckled lightly. "You should get used to that, it's going to happen quite a bit." Her tone grew more serious, "But more than before? More than yesterday?"

Alejandra nodded. "Yes."

Naomi could just hear a very faint purring coming from Alejandra. She squeezed the new pokegirl's thigh as she rubbed and the purring deepened, enough for the shaguar to realize what she was doing. Where as a moment before she'd been relaxing Alejandra's body now stiffened as she realized how the older skunkgirl was touching her. "See how your body responds?" Naomi asked, not moving her hand away. "Your body just wants the contact, its not picky about who." She carefully extended her claws and scrapped them up the inside of the thresholder's thigh. She shivered under the caress and let out a soft moan in spite of herself. "The longer you wait to be tamed the less you'll care, you won't stopping caring completely until you're feral but you'll soon find yourself not so... choosy."

Alejandra's moan stopped the instant Naomi's claw picked at the hem of her shorts. Only a centimeter or two from the juncture of her thighs the older girl drew a small circle through the thin white fur of the inside of her thigh. "Naomi..."

She smiled at the sound in Alejandra's voice. Nervous, questioning, but not disgusted and definitely not telling her to stop. "Just making a point darling." Naomi flattened her hand against Alejandra's cool thigh and smiled at her. "Your little treasure is safe from me sweetheart..." She intentionally left off the 'for now,' that echoed in her head and the younger girl relaxed a bit. "Its Michelle's to claim." Again she grew nervous, but her defenses were lowering. She was merely tense, not rigid.

A gentle knock on the door echoed through the room. "Come in," Naomi said.

The purple haired maid Eliza entered carrying a tray holding two simple but elegant long stemmed glasses, a wine bottle holding a rosy pink liquid, and the crackers and water that Naomi had asked for. As soon as her foot crossed the threshold into the room her nose wrinkled up. She quickly sat the tray down and began to look about. "What is that horrid smell?"

"Wastebasket," Naomi said.

Eliza leaned over and looked in, holding her nose as she saw the contents. "Oh dear, did the carriage ride not agree with someone?" She asked, looking up at Naomi and Alejandra.

"Something like that," Naomi said.

The inquisitive maid looked back and forth between Alejandra and Naomi before saying, "Ohhh." She glanced back at the bottle she'd brought in and nodded. "Of course. Well, let me dispose of this mess." She collected the offending garbage can and quickly left.

"What's in the bottle?" Alejandra asked.

Naomi stood and walked to the desk. She picked up the bottle and examined the label making sure it was what she'd asked for. ''73, Not a bad vintage,' she thought. 'An especially strong one to boot, Eliza is a bit more perceptive than I gave her credit for.' She uncorked the bottle with a claw and proceeded to fill the two glasses. "This? This is blush, well blush is what I call it." Naomi set the glasses aside to let the beverage air out and picked up the small glass of water and a few crackers. "First, you should have some of these."

Alejandra grimaced as her attention was brought back to the taste in her mouth. She gladly took the crackers that Naomi offered and ate them quickly, washing down the dry crumbles with the water.

"Better?" Naomi asked.

"Yes, thank you."

"Think nothing of it." Naomi walked back and picked up the two glasses, offering one to Alejandra. "Now for something more pleasant."

Alejandra dutifully took the glass when Naomi cam back to the bed. The pink liquid swirled in the glass, the coloration not uniform throughout. Darker bands of pink swirled through the glass while little flecks of something sparkled throughout. She sniffed the curious mixture and recoiled, the fumes seared her nose.

"It's a hundred seventy proof darling, eighty five percent alcohol."

"Trying to get me sloshed?" Alejandra took another sniff and flinched again as the alcohol stabbed at her delicate nose.

"You're a pokegirl now. A glass of this will barely even give you a buzz." Naomi tilted her glass back and took a long draw. "You'd need to drink the whole bottle to get half way drunk and you'd be stone cold sober in a few hours even then."

Alejandra looked at the pink liquid dubiously then closed her eyes and took a sip. The burning bite of the alcohol was there, grabbing the sides of her throat and making her want to choke, but hidden behind it was a deliciously fruity sweetness. It might have been cloying on its own but with the alcohol cutting through it the taste was pleasant, after you got past the burning. She reflected on the insanity of her first drink ever being to get her loosened up to go have sex with another girl but pushed those thoughts aside.

Naomi watched Alejandra go back for a second sip and nodded slowly. The glass or two that she'd drink wouldn't be enough to completely wash away her morals in a sea of alcohol, but the little buzz it would give her wouldn't hurt the process. She'd wait to mention that the sparkles floating in the liquid were a small dose of lust dust until later as well. She'd been introduced to the concoction quite a long time ago and enjoyed it greatly. She'd only occasionally drunk it prior to her Master's death, but she'd started into more of it later on. It was nice to share a glass of the pokegirl version of the drink with her Mistress while she had enjoyed the human version. It had given them both a nice warm feeling before taming. She loved Diana as much as she'd loved her Master but Diana wasn't into girls much, which didn't bother Naomi very much. She didn't think of herself as vain, but if Diana wasn't into her, well she likely wasn't into girls period. Diana taming her was less love and lust and more of an expression of the friendship and closeness they'd both needed after Matthew's passing. Diana and her still adored one another but Diana had been quite happy to turn over the duty of keeping Naomi tame to Michelle. The little extra push of the drink had been enough to loosen her up enough to get the job done to their mutual satisfaction when they'd needed it however. She was hoping the pokegirl version of the drink would work the same magic on Alejandra.

"If you'll excuse me darling, there's a few details I need to work out with Michelle."

Alejandra's eyes widened, "You're leaving?"

"Only for a moment, I'll be right back." Naomi drained the rest of her glass and set it on the desk as she passed. She closed the door behind her when she left, pulling until the latch clicked shut. The pitiful look in Alejandra's eyes when she had left filled Naomi with joy. Her plan was working, and working magnificently.

Very few humans really understood a pokegirl's need to be tamed. They knew it bonded a pokegirl to her master, and that the easy way to meet the need was to screw them. That was all they wanted to know. Only a few select humans understood that it wasn't sexual, well entirely sexual. Only a fool would tell you that sex wasn't part of it. Sex was only one facet, one expression of what really drove it. Pokegirls only expressed their needs that way because it was the only way they knew how to many times. The need for taming was really the need for contact with another sentient being. It didn't need to be sexual, though it often was, it only needed to be contact, acceptance. Pokegirls needed to know that other people cared for them they needed contact with another sentient. She herself had felt it on more than one occasion. The gnawing loneliness, it chewed and clawed at the back of your mind, reducing your sanity to tatters one swipe at a time.

The first time she'd gotten to feel it was in the ranch after she'd been tortured. She'd rebeled against what her body had wanted, refusing to get close to another living being again lest they do to her what the monster had done. She'd hid in every dark corner, in every nook she could find trying to avoid everyone at the ranch. Slowly over time the hunger for some kind of touch had been overwhelming. One of the pokewomen that worked at the ranch had found her in one of her hiding places. At first she'd recoiled from the woman's touch, the fear the bastard had put in her overwhelming even the rapid fraying of her mind but she'd been cornered. The night hadn't been spent taming, or even kissing, though the pokewoman had nuzzled her still healing neck from time to time. In the morning her mind had returned to her, no sex, no nothing, just simply being held and cared for had tamed her. The closeness and acceptance had calmed her mind.

It was something she had spent a great deal of time exploring later and had found quite a few pokegirls with similar stories. It was often hard to sort out for many of them, all too often after being shown that kind of affection said pokegirl would rip the other person's clothes off as fast as they could and then fuck them senseless. After all that kind of affection was exactly the thing that would get even the most frigid ice-type into a screaming randy fit.

Still it was there, and it was something few humans wanted to hear about. Loneliness, fear of rejection, the need to be close to someone else? Pish-posh, pokegirls were animals, subhumans. To attribute such feelings to them was bordering on the heretical. Much better to think that pokegirls were nothing but sex machines that needed the occasional beef injection to keep on purring.

Now Naomi was intentionally turning that knowledge on Alejandra.

By the skunkgirl's figuring Alejandra was due for a taming, she needed it not just wanted it. In her experience most pokegirls who said they needed to be tamed were only looking to get laid, even the randiest vixxen only really needed to be tamed about once a week to stave of feraldom. That didn't mean they wouldn't take it as often as they could get it. This long after her threshold Alejandra would be needing it soon, very soon, and even though they were ice-types shaguars had a more than healthy love of sex by pokegirl standards. The way she'd let her hand stay on her thigh, the panicked look in her eyes when Naomi had said she was leaving for a moment, both had confirmed it. She needed it, bad. Michelle would be a god send to the girl when the time came.

'Speaking of Michelle,' Naomi thought as she exited Alejandra's room and turned towards the pokegirl's owner's room.

Michelle had been Naomi's pet project since they had met when the girl was ten and the Bolgers had become friends with the Walkers. A precocious little fifth grader at the time the first thing Michelle had done when she'd seen Naomi was to grab the skunkgirl's tail and snatch on it as hard as she could. Once she got over the indignity of the meeting Naomi had seen that she had seemed like the very thing she had been looking for, a little human who she could try to teach and guide to her purposes.

Young and sweet Michelle had been old enough to understand many of the things she'd been taught, but not so old as to be set in her ways just yet. She'd never been too obtrusive, always using the things her master had taught her to subtley move Michelle in the proper direction. For five years she'd poke and prodded, encouraging Michelle to ever greater heights in school and in socializing. By the time she had turned fifteen the girl was as in tune with provincal politics as her father was, maybe even more so. She wondered if her old master would have ever imagined that all the time he'd been rambling and venting about his political career she'd been taking detailed notes, and would then turn around and use them on another human. She liked to think that he would have been proud of her.

When Michelle had turned fifteen Naomi had noticed the way the girl had started to look at boys, but she had also noticed those looks weren't reserved for the boys, that she'd spend just as much time gazing at other girls and pokegirls. The Bolgers and the Walkers had been spending a lazy summer day by the Walker's pool when Michelle had stunned her by casting one of those lusty looks her way.

She'd been out sunning, enjoying the chance to lie in a bikini, Rebecca had flatly refused to let her lie out naked, and soak up the sun. Her sun glasses had kept anyone from knowing if she was asleep or awake and she didn't even know how many times she'd dozed off. She did remember being brought wide awake when she'd caught Michelle bobbing in the pool on a raft, the teenage girl's eyes devouring her. She'd spent so much time thinking of the girl as a protégé that it had never occurred to her that Michelle might look at her that way. Her shock hadn't stopped her from giving the girl a show though. It had been quite some time since someone important to her had looked at her that way. Diana was a sweetheart but their tamings were a combination of friendship and need, not lust and desire and lust and desire were exactly what Michelle was aiming her way. Naomi had been unable to resist the temptation to subtly rearrange her body to give Michelle a better look, to roll over and let her have a long look at her behind, one of Naomi's best features in her mind.

The harmless teasing of that day had only escalated as the weeks had gone on. Cautious glances had grown more blatant, innocent comments became double entandres, and acts as simple as brushing past one another in the hallway had become charged with excitement. Naomi could clearly remember the day she had decided to stop teasing and start having fun. Michelle had not been unhappy when Naomi had joined her in the shower, or a half hour later in her bed, or for breakfast in the morning. Looking back on it now it had been incredibly stupid. Her own considerable pokegirl hormones had overwhelmed her good sense and put her in a position to ruin everything.

Everything had almost been destroyed a month later when Michelle's father had found them. The thumping at the door to her room had alerted them to his coming, but there hadn't been any time to really look innocent. There were only so many explanations as to why they were both naked and in Michelle's bed with the air positively reeking of excited female. Sadly they all involved sex. Mr. Walker had positively exploded, screaming orders at them and forcing a half dressed Naomi out of bed and almost out of the house. Michelle had been howling at her father to stop even as he'd been about to shove her out the front door, only the appearance of Rebecca and Diana from their brunch had halted Mr. Walker's self righteous tirade.

Michelle's father hadn't been amused to discover that both the women had known about his daughter and the Bolger's pokegirl. He'd been even less amused to find out that they were not discouraging it, but encouraging it by letting Naomi spend the night whenever the two of them pleased. Out numbered by the females in his life he'd had no choice but to back down, but hadn't been happy about it. As far as Naomi knew he still wasn't happy about it; he had learned to accept it however. She knew she had come close to ruining everything, if she'd been kicked out and separated from Michelle all her plans would have been for naught, five years wasted because of her hormones. It had been worth it though.

'Very worth it,' she thought as her hand closed on the door knob. Her former master Matthew had been a wonderful man and she'd been happy to take care of his needs whenever Diana hadn't been up to it. He'd been a kind and gentle lover, even if he hadn't been that creative and Naomi had enjoyed her time with him. In Michelle she'd found a lover who was creative and adventurous enough for three masters. She turned the knob and walked in.

Michelle's eyes lit up when Naomi walked in, the human girl was anxious to get her new pokegirl. "Well?"

Naomi inclined her head and sighed. "She... has an issue."

"What's that?" Michelle asked as she walked towards Naomi. Her chestnut colored ponytaurtail swayed in time with her hips as she approached her lover. The pokegirl had to push thoughts out of her head of how enticing she could look with that top soaking wet; there would be time to play later.

"Well darling, you see...," Naomi paused, trying to appear a little unsure of what to say. It wouldn't do to have Michelle realize just how well she had it in hand, or to become too dependant upon her. "Before she thresholded," Naomi frowned and huffed. "She was straight."

"Ohhh," Michelle said. Her whole countenance fell buoying Naomi's hopes. She wanted Michelle to desire the shaguar, and being hurt by possibly losing her was exactly the reaction she was looking for.

Naomi let her stew for a moment longer before saying, "However, she is willing to... try, something different." Naomi let just a hint of a grin caress her lips.

Michelle managed to keep her spoken reaction to a simple, "Really?" but her eyes positively lit up at the suggestion. Naomi had been talking this whole experience up with Michelle for nearly a year. The girl had heard her talk about owning her own pokegirl and how grand it would be to own a girl of her own and to bond with her. She was happy to see that all that talk had taken root. It didn't hurt that Naomi had found reasons to not spend the night with Michelle for the last few days.

"Yes," Naomi smiled. "Her breed isn't picky and she's learning how to deal with it." Naomi sauntered towards her favorite human. "She could use someone to," her smile turned into a wicked grin, "teach her the ropes."

Michelle smirked.

Naomi giggled. "Not those ropes love, not yet. We don't want to scare her too badly." She sat down on the bed and patted it beside her. Michelle did as she asked and sat down. "She'll need you to be gentle with her, to take your time." Naomi let the claw at the tip of her pointer finger slide out and caress Michelle's leg. "You remember the way it was the first time we were together?"

Michelle smiled wistfully and nodded. "I do."

"Just like that," she smirked. "Slow, long, and until she's a quivering pile of nerves."

Michelle closed her eyes and took a deep slow breath. "Mmmm, yeah."

Naomi popped the inside of her thigh. "Hey, except you'll be in my place this time."

"Heh, yeah, right."

"I'm serious," Naomi said. "Tonight is very important to the both of you, you don't want her to swear off women do you?"

Michelle sighed, "No."

"Then just be patient with her, it might be a while before she's ready to return the favor." Michelle's countenance fell and Naomi paused. "That doesn't mean I won't reward you for good behavior." She had to restrain her laughter at how quickly that raised Michelle's spirits. The girl was a sweetheart but as horny as any man Naomi had met.

"Promise?"

"Have I ever denied you?"

"Well... yes."

Naomi paused. "Without good reason?"

"Ok then no," Michelle pouted.

"Exactly darling." Naomi reached an arm around Michelle's shoulder and pulled her close. She was tall enough to place a kiss on top of the human girl's head without stretching at all and she did. She rubbed Michelle's shoulder once and then got up, heading for Michelle's closet.

"What are you looking for?" Michelle asked as she got up and followed.

"Something for Alejandra to wear," Naomi said as she disappeared inside. "Those clothes of hers won't do for tonight."

Michelle poked her head around the corner and spied Naomi hunting through her clothes. The skunkgirl caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and turned quickly "Shoo! No peeking!"

"Awww, Naomiiii," Michelle mock whined. She did go back to her bed and laid down on it.

In the closet Naomi left the everyday clothes she'd been looking through and headed for Michelle's lingerie. She'd known Michelle wouldn't be able to resist peeking so she'd done her best to throw her off. It would be good for Alejandra if when she came into the room Michelle was dumbstruck. Thumbing through the lacy, silky, and barely there garments she settled on an outfit that she knew Michelle would love. Grabbing a simple t-shirt from the other side of the closet she stuffed the outfit inside it and walked out.

"What did you pick out?" Michelle asked from the bed, leaning forward and trying to peek around Naomi.

"You'll find out soon enough silly," Naomi said before sticking her tongue out at the human girl. She darted out the door but not before carefully turning to give Michelle a momentary peek at the t-shirt behind her back.

"That's what you get for peeking," Naomi said softly with a smile as she slipped back into Alejandra's room.

In the corner of her eye she could see the bottle of blush, half empty now. "Well, someone enjoyed them self," she said.

On the bed Alejandra looked up at her and blushed, trying to hide the empty glass in her hand.

"That's a little more liquid courage than I thought you'd need." Alejandra started to stammer out some explanation but Naomi held up her hand. "Don't worry about it, a little buzz won't be the worst thing for you."

Alejandra pointed to the shirt in Naomi's hand. "What's that?" she asked.

"Your outfit for tonight," Naomi answered. She paused and then snatched the t-shirt off the hanger to reveal the lingerie under it. "Well actually this is."

If Alejandra had had any of the wine left in her mouth she would have snorted it out her nose. The ice blue negligee that Naomi expected her to wear would leave little to the imagination. Two lacy cups held up a diaphanous shift that would only come down to her waist. The baby doll style top would leave her belly exposed as well as everything below, which Naomi seemed to expect her to cover with an equally small pair of panties the same color. While not a true thong they weren't far off. "I can't wear that!"

"Why not?" Naomi asked.

"I'll be, I'll be naked!"

"No you won't," Naomi countered, "These will cover all the important parts. I should know, I bought it."

Alejandra still looked aghast. "It won't fit."

"Maybe not your old body," Naomi said, "but your new body will fill it out nicely."

"I just... no!" Alejandra declared.

Naomi smiled and stalked towards the shaguar. The outfit she'd picked out wasn't only for Michelle's benefit. The sexy lingerie would make the thresholder nervous about her appearance so when Michelle's jaw fell to the floor she'd feel even more relief. "Nonsense, you'll look lovely and Michelle will adore you."

Alejandra looked back and forth between the lingerie and Naomi's smiling face. She'd had to accept one thing she'd never expected to ever do today, what was another? This was what her life was going to be about after all why not get used to it now? Her hand trembled as she reached out for the clothes.

Naomi smiled to herself as Alejandra started to ease the clothes off the hanger. "Lemme help darling, take off your things and I'll help you into this." Nervously she did as she was asked, shedding her clothes and trying to hide her body from the wandering eyes of the other pokegirl in the room. Her efforts were rather pointless that whether she knew it or not Naomi would see every last bit of her soon enough. Naomi smiled at that bit of knowledge and guided Alejandra's arm into the straps of the top.

Alejandra tried to stop trembling, but she couldn't. 'Had the room gotten cooler?' She couldn't tell, but she nearly jumped out of her skin when Naomi's fingers grazed her fur. The wine wasn't working fast enough. She started to jump a second time when Naomi's hands settled on her shoulders and started to rub. Her tail danced nervously to the side only to thump into Naomi's thigh. She inhaled sharply when she felt her large, silk clad tits press into her back.

"Shhhh, calm down honey." Naomi whispered in her ear. Her hands were supposed to be soothing the girl but the half naked little shaguar was so tempting. Her nose was barely an inch from Alejandra's ear and she breathed the girl's scent in deeply. It was almost time for the thresholder to join her new Mistress and the thought of it was starting to affect Naomi. She dipped her nose forward and ran it along the edge of Alejandra's ear. Her mouth opened up but she held herself back from nibbling her ear.

Alejandra shivered when Naomi's breath caressed her ear. For an instant she thought about just leaning back into the skunkette's arms but she resisted, lurching forward instead, grabbing at her panties to pull them up quickly. She staggered around to face Naomi, flustered but coherent enough to notice the way the skunkette was staring at her. The same way many of the girls at the ranch had looked at her.

'Damn it, calm down,' Naomi told herself. Her genes were getting the best of her. She quickly replaced the leer on her face with a reassuring smile. "You look lovely sweetie, Michelle is going to eat you up."

Alejandra turned to look at herself in the mirror over the dresser. The outfit covered even less than she had imagined and it wouldn't leave anything to Michelle's. "I AM naked."

"Well, not technically," Naomi said as she slipped behind Alejandra. "Besides..., you will be soon enough." The blush that erupted on Alejandra's cheeks made Naomi smile. The fact that she didn't try to cover up or run away gave her confidence.

Alejandra had to admit that Naomi did have a point, she did look good in the outfit. The icy blue lace looked good against her white and gray fur, and her dark gray nipples did look good peeking out from behind the lace. In another life she might have picked it out for herself and worn it for some lucky boy. Taking a deep breath to steady herself she nodded, she did look good in this outfit, sexy even. She turned to the side and checked out the way the panties clung to her rear, nice and taunt over her newly filled out ass. She was a hot looking piece now, not that she hadn't been good looking before but now... yes now she was even better. Why wouldn't Michelle be waiting for her, why wouldn't she desire her? "I'm ready," she said softly.

Naomi took her hand and led her towards Michelle's room. She could feel the shaguar tensing up when she knocked on Michelle's door. Letting her hand go she turned back to her. "Don't worry hun, you're going to enjoy this." 'A lot,' she thought.

"Come in!"

Naomi strolled in and kept her body between the door and Michelle. The overly eager look in Michelle's eyes made her grin. She heard Alejandra close the door behind her and she stayed still. Michelle looked as if she was going to explode if she was made to wait much longer. With a small flourish of her hands she stepped to the side and let Michelle see her pokegirl.

It was Michelle's turn to stare dumbstruck at Alejandra. The shaguar fidgeted nervously as the seconds drug on until finally Michelle breathlessly murmured, "Wow."

Those were the last words uttered by a level head that night. Naomi was able to hold herself back from interfering initially, she made herself comfortable on a low couch and only watched. It made for a lovely show in her opinion, the over eager Michelle trying to hold herself back and take her time while Alejandra played the nervous virgin in more than one way. To both their credit Michelle kept her hormones in check and took her time and Alejandra never pulled away, though she didn't always look the most comfortable. By the time Michelle brought her to a second squealing orgasm with her tongue Alejandra didn't seem to mind that she was a girl one little bit, and since the third time she came was in a sixty-nine with Michelle Naomi felt confident that she was not only accepting, but embracing her new life with a great deal of enthusiasm. Naomi was able to keep her own desires in check long enough to let the lovebirds enjoy a bit of cuddling after their mutual pleasuring before she slid into bed with them. She and Michelle gave the shaguar quite the show before they pulled the girl into her first threesome.

The next morning Michelle's father hadn't been present to greet his daughter and the two pokegirls when they came down for breakfast, though her mother and her friend were.

"Enjoy yourselves?" Mrs. Walker asked.

"Immensely," Alejandra answered before either of the other girls could.

While the other women in the room stared in shock at Alejandra Naomi just smiled sly, everything was going according to plan.

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