Pmu: Damian's Story

Obviously this work has been inspired by other Pokegirl and Pocket Monster University stories. It is, however, stand alone. As with other stories in this genre, the world building is unique to itself. The pace is pretty slow, and chapters can be published weekly.

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Damian had been called in to the vice principal's office, and this time he wasn't sure why. As he entered the waiting room, the secretary seemed afraid. Damian wasn't sure why, he'd seen the vice principal dialed all the way up to

angry

, and it wasn't really that bad. Nothing he couldn't handle. But the secretary was virtually shaking in her boots. He was about to ask what her deal was when the vice principal came out of her office, looking a bit frazzled. She was sweaty, and some of her hair was out of place. She seemed to be wavering, and in Damian's opinion she was quite close to wanting someone to take hold of her and give her a spanking. It surprised him, because he definitely didn't normally get that vibe from the vice principal.

Now that Damian's high-school life was nearly over, he was nearly six feet tall and towered over the vice principal. It was not objectively that long ago that he had looked up to her when she spoke. Today, she looked up at him and quickly composed herself. "The professor is in my office. Damian, you can go in and speak to her now." She hastily departed. The window where she might want to be dominated appeared to have passed.

When he entered the office, he was greeted by two attractive ladies. One was sitting down at the vice principal's desk. She wore a white coat over a black and yellow body suit. The yellow lines and circles drew the eyes to her large breasts, as they were presumably intended to. Her hair was purple, and clumped together in large strands as if it was wet. The other woman carried a bow and from her back came... wings. Yes, she was definitely a Pokegirl. Damian froze, hoping that this particular Pokegirl belonged to a trainer, and wasn't about to go on a rampage. She was gorgeous, her bicycle shorts clung tightly to her muscular thighs and her large breasts strained to escape her crop top, but a pocket monster that

wasn't

in a pocket was just a monster.

The woman ran her hand over her hair, causing the strands to sway like tentacles in an ocean current. It was an odd metaphor, and Damian wasn't sure why he thought of it. "My name is Professor Linden," she pronounced, "and this is my Pokegirl Minerva." She indicated the winged woman, and the possessive statement surely marked the professor as a trainer herself. That put her in literally rare company, as there were only a few thousand trainers worldwide, making trainers literally less than one in a million. Damian didn't think he'd ever seen a trainer in real life, they mostly appeared on television as gorgeous women fighting and capturing dangerous wild Pokegirls using superpowers and Pokegirls of their own.

Not knowing what else to do, he introduced himself. "Um... hi. I'm Damian Duarte, I'm a high-school senior. I'll be going to State next year."

Professor Linden appeared annoyed and dismissive. "You may have to change those plans, Mr. Duarte. We're here because you've been recommended for Pocket Monster University. I'll administer some tests, and if you pass you will be inducted into the Pocket Monster Trainer Training Masters Program." While she was speaking, the eye-catching yellow lines sequentially formed the letters PMTTMP in between her breasts. It was distracting.

After a mere moment's consideration, Damian gave his answer. "Hard pass. I'm going to State because I have two submissives and

they

are both going to State. My life is good, and it's going to be fine

without

going into disaster areas and fighting rampaging Pokegirls."

Obviously not the answer she was expecting, the professor said nothing for a few moments. Then she pulled out what looked like a bulky phone and used the camera to view Damian. "Mr. Duarte," she began, "are you aware of any pocket monsters in your family?"

It was old trauma, and Damian didn't have any problem with talking about it any more. "My birth mother became a pocket monster nearly eighteen years ago, I don't have any memories of her. My father remarried so quickly that my half sister is only a year behind me." Then his father died eight years after that, and he'd been living with his stepmother and half sister as the only man in the house for ten years. But he didn't feel any need to share that part with Professor Linden.

"That's interesting. Even unevolved Pokegirls rarely have male children. Male trainers are in short supply. And once you come to Pocket Monster University, you'll find yourself in high demand." She licked her lips hungrily, her ample breasts jiggled distractingly. "You'll have no problems replacing your high-school submissives." She waved her hand dismissively.

Damian shook his head. "I don't want to

replace

my submissives. I'm quite content with Lianne and Angelica. They are important to me. We're going to have a life together. That's why I'm going to State. That's why Lianne is going to State, even though with her grades she had options that Angelica and I did not." It had taken quite a bit of time and effort to get Lianne to the point where she accepted his collar, while the goth girl Angelica had asked for collaring less than a week after she'd seen the cheerleader Lianne in the halls on Damian's leash. But he didn't want to give them up because of the effort (or lack thereof) of conquering them, but because they were important to him.

Professor Linden stared at him intensely, and neither budged. For some reason, she seemed... impressed. "What did you say the name of your mother was?" She asked innocently. Of course, he hadn't said, but it also wasn't secret.

"Her name was Evelyn Duarte."

She tapped that information into her device and started reading and mumbling. "...capture teams dispatched......still at large......priority level..." She looked up from her phone and stared at Damian. "I'm afraid that I can't take 'no' for an answer from you. Your pedigree is very worrying, Mr. Duarte. And as I'm sure you've noticed, you have already started developing dark magic." Her eyes flitted toward the winged Pokegirl.

Minerva pulled one of her own feathers out and knocked it into her bow. The sharp end of the quill pointed directly at Damian. The Pokegirl's breasts were large enough that it altered the way she could conduct her archery, but it seemed that she was used to those constraints. Her neck swiveled easily, and her large eyes held the young man steady in her sights. Damian didn't think the feather arrow would miss. "Mistress, we can neutralize him now!"

Turning his body sidelong toward the feathered Pokegirl, Damian summoned a tendril of darkness into his hand. He snapped it like a whip, and it made a satisfying crack. It was a trick he'd learned just that year, and due to the profound effect it had on his submissives, he called it his lash of submission.

"Stop it both of you!" Professor Linden was trying to sound angry, but she seemed quite pleased. Smiling hungrily, the professor looked intently at the cord of pure shadow that extended from Damian's grip. "That magic in your hand is no small thing. It is... quite useful in the subjugation of Pokegirls." She gestured to the bird woman. "You have my permission to sexually dominate Minerva." The professor's breasts jiggled, and the yellow spots on her body suit moved even more. It gave the visual impression that her prodigious boobs were even bouncier than they were.

"Mistress!" Chirped the Pokegirl, her wing feathers ruffled. With her turned to the side, Damian got a good view of how perky a rump the bird woman had to go with her toned abs that had already been on display. The woman was likely the most beautiful woman he'd seen outside of a movie screen, and he was apparently being encouraged to fuck her.

He contemplated how that might actually be done. She had feathered wings, so pushing her onto her back would probably be awkward. Doggy style was an option, and she was probably light enough that he could lift her onto his cock while standing if he wanted to claim her mouth and look into her eyes while stuffing his cock into her. But he also noted that her startled plea wasn't feigned. Damian shook his head. "Absolutely not. She doesn't want to be dominated by me."

It seemed that he had surprised the professor again. "Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Duarte,

all

Pokegirls want to be sexually dominated. The horny submissiveness is a constant state of their being. If they aren't put into sexual submission often enough, they go insane. Now, force that Pokegirl to cum!" She looked on in anticipation, tweaking her nipple with her left hand. Damian couldn't see her right hand behind the desk, but it was obviously moving.

Again, Damian shook his head. "No ma'am. This Pokegirl is loyal. She craves domination, but from you. Not from me. Also, I don't think she's sexually attracted to boys." The more he concentrated on the Pokeirl, the more certain he was of his analysis.

Professor Linded let go of her nipple, causing her distracting breasts to jiggle freely once again. She also became very serious. "I'm not entirely convinced that you aren't simply too cowardly to molest a dangerous Pokegirl, but you are correct that Minerva is a lesbian. Also my hypnotits don't seem to have affected you, which indicates a stronger level of affinity for dark magic than I expected. Which means that if you don't become a trainer, you'll become a Pokegirl." She reached into a bag and pulled out three Pokeballs. "You

will

go to Pocket Monster University, because the alternative is that you end up in one of these." She tapped one of the red and white balls, and it shook as if in subtle anticipation.

His first instinct was denial. "You know I'm a

guy

, right? Pokegirls are women. The clue is in the name."

Shaking her head caused her wet-looking hair to sway. "Every potential trainer is also a potential Pokegirl. Most potential trainers are women already. And of the male candidates, almost all of them transform into girls when they fail and become pocket monsters. Allow me to demonstrate." She snapped her finger and pointed to the desk, and Minerva eagerly bent forward, smushing her breasts on the surface, sticking out her shorts-covered ass. Professor Linden reached out with one hand and peeled the clingy shorts down, revealing both that Minerva's ass needed no support to retain its heart-shaped form, and that she wore no panties. Not even a strand of butt-floss stood between Professor Linden's fingers and Minerva's receptive, moistened pussy. "Minerva," she began her rhetorical question, "who owns you?"

The feathered Pokegirl kept her boobs firmly planted on the desktop while waving her rump in invitation. She reached back with both hands and spread her own ass cheeks, making the surrender of her wetness even more explicit. "You own me mistress! You!

Own!

Me!" The declaration of her subjugation was almost enough to make Minerva cum, something Damian had seen with his own human submissives many times.

The professor smiled hungrily at her Pokegirl's rear, and began subtly sliding her fingers up and down Minerva's moist and hairless slit. Each touch brought a pleasured gasp from the brown haired, brown winged beauty. "But before you were my slave, what were you? Tell Mr. Duarte your shameful past, and I will allow you to cum." Her fingers withdrew from the needy sex of her enslaved Pokegirl,

"I was a Pokegirl hunter." The lovely eyes blinked tears onto the desk. "I couldn't keep myself from turning into a monster, and then Mistress put me into a Pokeball! I failed, and now I'm a slaaave!" She continued crying with her eyes, but her mouth contorted into a blissful smile as she contemplated her position as the professor's property. She was rewarded with several pussy smacks from Professor Linden, which resulted in a piercing orgasmic cry from the Pokegirl. Damian no longer wondered why the secretary was so on edge.

Taking her hand to her face, the professor calmly licked the Pokegirl cream off of her glove. "If you do not master your abilities as a trainer, then you will become a monster. And then the absolute best possible outcome is that you become like Minerva here. That some trainer captures and enslaves you before you cause too much damage." She gestured again to the Pokeballs, and placed a bulky phone next to them. "These balls have Pokegirls in them. They have been defeated, but not bonded. If a Pokegirl is knocked unconscious before sexually submitting to a trainer, she can still be placed in a Pokeball for safe storage, but they won't have a mistress." She thought about who she was talking to and shrugged, an action that caused her bosom to jiggle enticingly. "They won't have a master either. But once captured in a Pokeball, a trainer can let them out and form a bond with them by making them cum and submit. You can choose one to start with, and if you survive dominating her then she can be your first Pokegirl."

Damian looked at the three Pokeballs. Apparently he was looking three real Pokegirls on the desk. Four actually, as Minerva was still bent over the desk, breathing deeply in post orgasmic contentment. "All three Pokeballs look the same, how do I determine who is in each ball?"

"You're going to need this." Professor Linden tapped the bulky phone. "This is a Pokedex. It is like a smartphone, but has been magically augmented to give relevant information about pocket monsters. This Pokedex will be yours. It is like other Pokedexes at the moment, but once you start to use it... it will become yours. Because the Pokedex is magical in nature, it will only function for someone who has trainer potential, like yourself. Also, because it interacts with your magic, it will give more or less information depending on the user. There is a hidden variable we call Insight, and those trainers who have more of it get more complete information about Pokegirls they point the camera at."

The Pokedex was fairly simple to use. It was a smartphone with a relatively normal touch screen, its interface uncluttered because there were very few apps. Damian's original phone had come bundled with a multitude of partially unlocked games and services, all trying to entice him into indenturing himself into monthly payment contracts. By contrast, the Pokedex screen was bare. Phone, Camera, Web Browsing, Map, Pokedex, My Pokegirls. That was it, everything fit on the home screen. The camera had a bewildering array of features and modes, Damian didn't know what "astral mode" even meant, but having it identify Pokegirls seemed intuitive. With the screen in camera mode, he simply tapped on the gasping form of Minerva to reveal that she was an Owl Girl, with an attached note that she was named Minerva and that she apparently had arrow quills, which he had already been shown. He wondered how it knew her name, but he had been told it was magic.

Out of curiosity he tapped on Professor Linden, and the camera helpfully informed him that her name was Laura, and that she was some kind of Overturning Squid Sensei. A tap on each of the Pokeballs revealed that they held a Poison Bee Girl, a Paralyzing Chicken Girl, and a Burning Hound Girl. None of them had names listed, and he wondered if it was because their names weren't visible because they were in Pokeballs, or if it was that they somehow did not

have

names. Pokegirls started life as humans as far as he was aware, so the idea that they would be nameless was disturbing. "What does it mean that you're a Squid Girl? You're not a Pokegirl, right?" Damian inquired directly to the professor. To

Laura

, he reminded himself.

Laura Linden said nothing for some time. When she spoke, she seemed much more serious than she had been earlier. "The first thing it means is that your Pokedex is giving you information that it typically should not. It normally takes a lot of training and study to get pocket monster Insight sufficient to see the monster types of people who have only partially awakened. But what it means is that if my Corruption gets high enough, the kind of Pokegirl I would transform into would be a Squid Girl. If my Corruption grew beyond that, I could cease to be humanoid at all and simply become a monstrous magical squid." She gestured at Damian. "Since you can see this information, you should tap your own selfie."

For once, Damian did as he had been told. Switching the camera to selfie mode was the same as with his original phone, and when he tapped on himself, it identified him by name. It also identified him as a Succubus Demon Pokegirl. He let out a sigh. "OK, what do I do to keep my Corruption low?" He didn't want to become a Succubus Pokegirl, which apparently meant that he'd need to monitor his Corruption.

"You can check your Corruption under My Pokegirls," the professor instructed him, "the Pokedex gives more information about Pokegirls in your harem, and even more information about you personally. Corruption naturally increases as your powers awaken, but you can also bring it down through strong bonds and relationships. It can also increase when you experience strongly negative relationship events such as betrayal or rejection." She idly pulled on a thick wet strand of purple hair. "Even when Corruption isn't enough to transform you into a monster, it still has visible effects. My hair looks like this because I am in line to become a Squid Girl. But by maintaining my bonds with my slaves, I keep from transforming further, and I also keep Minerva here mostly human looking."

He had more questions. "If these Pokedexes can identify people before they turn into pocket monsters, why does anybody turn into a pocket monster? Why are there wild Pokegirls?" And then he got to his real question. "Why did my birth mother transform into a Pokegirl without anyone doing something about it?!"

Professor Laura Linden wasn't completely without tact, only

mostly

without tact. So when she saw Damian getting emotional, she made her voice slightly more comforting. Also, she put a comforting hand on Minerva's upturned ass, which brought a happy moan from the submissive warrior Pokegirl. "While some operators can get their Pokedex to show information on people who have awakened but haven't yet changed into monsters,

completely

unawakened humans should still be invisible to the Pokedex no matter how much Insight has been acquired. Because they don't have any magic for the Pokedex to see until the awakening starts. Unfortunately, sometimes awakening progresses to complete Corruption very quickly. Especially for people who don't have any strong emotional bonds."

Damian scowled. It seemed that the professor had just implied that his own birth mother had become a monster because she had abandoned him, rather than the other way around as he had always believed. "So I'll need to take one of these Pokegirls and make her cum if I want to retain my humanity?" His question was met with a nod from the professor. He considered his options, and they didn't sound good. He had two beautiful human women that he had sex with on the regular, and neither of them were potentially deadly monsters, which he regarded as a plus. The burning dog girl he ruled out right away, he didn't think he had any fireproof condoms and that was that. The paralysis on the chicken girl also seemed like it was a big problem. Since he had no way of knowing how he could choke the chicken without becoming paralyzed, he couldn't see a way to make that work. Which left...

"Poison Bee Girl, I choose you."

The simple statement didn't do anything, but it inspired the professor to retrieve the other two balls and put them in her bag. Seeing that things gotten serious, Minerva reluctantly stood and allowed her mistress to pull her bicycle shorts back over her butt. Damian had never used a Pokeball before, and needed Laura to show him how it was done by bringing Minerva into and out of her Pokeball a few times. Once he thought he understood the method, he unraveled the whip of shadow magic and then prepped the ball and tossed it onto the ground.