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Pmu Damians Story Ch 04

Pmu Damians Story Ch 04

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The car ride to Pocket Monster University was five hours according to his Pokedex map, but it actually took six hours because of the number of breaks they took. PMU move-in date was a whole week before State, and that meant Lianne and Angelica were able to come along and help Damian move in to his dorm. With his mom and sister, that put five people in the car, and it was quite crowded. It would have been six, but Beatrice was able to ride in her Pokeball as a literal pocket monster. Damian hadn't actually packed very much. He brought his computer and several weeks worth of clothes, but most of the things he needed were going to be provided by the school or purchasable at the store. There were not a lot of physical objects that had sentimental attachment for him, most of what he valued were the four humans and one Pokegirl who were with him.

On the trip, Lianne and Angelica would take turns getting a rise out of Daphne by talking about rules at Pocket Monster University that sounded perverted enough that the highschool girl would yell at them. "Did you know that PMU has a bullying policy where bullying is encouraged?" they would ask, or drop in "It's customary that the loser of a battle challenge submits to sex with the winner." It was their revenge for Damian's sister getting the passenger seat while Damian and his submissives were relegated to the backseat of the car. Damian was kind of on his sister's side in this, though he was not about to admit that. Those rules did actually sound pretty pervy.

The university gate was attended by a woman with dog ears and a spiked collar. Her boobs were barely contained in a tube top that allowed for a sustained view of cleavage, and her micro jacket was just a hint of the security guard uniform that a human gate attendant might be expected to wear. She was clearly a Pokegirl, and the fact that powerful Pokegirls would be available to do basic security functions amazed Damian and everyone else in the car. It was the kind of thing you might expect from a military base or government building, not a university. The Pokegirl security guard had Damian's name on file and was able to direct them to his dorm and give him a set of keys. His was on the third floor, in the Elm building.

Before they had even reached the building, they'd passed enough Pokegirls and student-age humans that it caused Daphne to exclaim "Damn Bro! Did you perv your way into an all-girls school?" It was a reasonable question, as they literally hadn't seen a single identifiable male anywhere on campus from the time got to the front gate to when they arrived at the dorm after going through several intersections.

Damian felt put on the spot, needing to answer his sister's ribbing. "The ratio of female trainers to male trainers is about nineteen to one. And the ratio of female pocket monsters to male pocket monsters is over a hundred to one. It's a co-ed school, but almost all of my classmates will be women." Unfortunately, merely mentioning that fact put worried expressions on the faces of both Lianne and Angelica. He attempted to mollify them. "But while the odds are good, the goods are odd. These women are here learning to be

trainers

. Not all of them are going to be hunters, but they're all here to dominate Pokegirls. So I don't think many of them are going to be interested in me." Damian was, of course, dead wrong. But it's not a lie if you

believe

it.

The Elm Dorm was a U-shaped building around a one-way street that went into it. There were similar streets that went into the other dorms that were also named after famous pocket monster scientists such as Birch Street, Rowan Street, Juniper Street, and Sycamore Street. For fire safety reasons, there were a lot of different entrances to the building, and each had their own stairwell. No one in Damian's group were sure what the best entrance was to get to his dorm room, and as it turned out they chose incorrectly.

Carrying his suitcases up to the third floor turned out to be easy. Beatrice was able to fly even when carrying his things, so Angelica and Lianne didn't have a lot to do. His room was 314, and when they arrived his roommate was already there. There were two women in the room, and both had green hair. It took Damian a moment to figure out who was the trainer and who was the Pokegirl. It seemed that his roommate hadn't realized that she had a male roommate, and had originally assumed that her roommate was Daphne. As the only uncollared teenage girl, Damian supposed that made sense. After some amusing misunderstandings, he learned that his roommate was Adelaide, and her Pokegirl was Willow.

Adelaide was, according to his Pokedex, a Poison Frog Artist. Her eyes were large on her face, like Anna Taylor-Joy, or a young Christina Ricci. She was shorter than any of the other women in the room. The overall impression she gave was of

shyness

. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt with sleeves that extended past her hands and she avoided eye contact with her large and lovely eyes. Willow was a Dryad, a Fairy Pokegirl who would gradually turn into a tree if she didn't get bound by a trainer. She was, as a nod to nominative determinism,

willowy

. Tall and thin, Willow might have passed for a runway model if not for the green hair and pointed, elfin ears.

Angelica turned to Damian with her back to both Adelaide and Willow and surreptitiously pointed to Adelaide and mouthed the words "COLLAR HER" and raised her eyebrows for emphasis. Then she tapped her own collar and pointed to the froggy college student insistently. Damian shook his head, he didn't feel any desire to get collared from Adelaide. Angelica rolled her eyes in frustration.

After dividing the room's two queen beds, the desks, the closets, and the chairs, they began comparing class schedules. Adelaide was looking to major in botany, presumably at least partially inspired by her Dryad slave. Her core class was different, Adelaide was in Clever Core instead of Tough Core, but they were going to be in Mathemagic and Alchemy together on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On Tuesdays and Thursdays Adelaide was taking Choir and Gardening while Damian was going to be in Bestiary and English.

Their schedules revealed, Adelaide confided that some of her reason for nervousness was that she had misconceptions about Damian and his submissives. "I'm really impressed that you have three Pokegirls before you even started freshman year." And by 'impressed,' she clearly meant that she felt intimidated to the point of inadequacy.

While it was tempting to string his roommate along and pretend to be a bigger man on campus than he actually was, the truth would out as soon as Lianne and Angelica left with his mom. "I only have one Pokegirl. Lianne and Angelica are human submissives." He admitted, figuring that would put an end to the misunderstanding, and thus demonstrating his own limited understanding of the dynamics involved.

Adelaide's eyes grew even larger at the revelation. "You've taken ownership of

humans

through sexual domination? Pokegirls need to sexually submit to trainers, but you managed to subjugate women who weren't even Pokegirls?" Her voice betrayed her feelings of fear and admiration.

Damian didn't really want his roommate to be afraid of him, so he explained a bit more. "Look, there are people who

need

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to be slaves and there are people who

want

to be slaves. But most people aren't either of those things. Pokegirls need to be enslaved, otherwise they gradually become feral monsters, whether they want it or not. One of my magical abilities as a trainer is that I can sense when Pokegirls actually want to be dominated, but that sense also works on humans. If a woman wants to be enslaved, I know. And don't worry, I know that

you

don't want to be enslaved." For some reason, that didn't seem to reassure her at all.

His closet and drawers didn't take long to absorb everything he'd brought, and then it was time to check in at the health center.

The health center was staffed by two women who looked very similar. Both had pink hair, wide hips, and clear pale skin. Both wore white thigh-high stockings. The key difference was that one of them wore a white and pink sexy nurse uniform, and the other wore a white and pink bikini along with a pink blindfold, and what seemed like an egg in her mouth held in with a ring that was strapped onto her face. The woman in bondage gear also had two pink boxes attached to her stockings, and each had a pink wire that traveled up and disappeared into her bikini bottoms. Her arms were manacled behind her back, and all of this was explained by the fact that the woman had cute pink wings protruding from her back. Damian did a quick check and the trainer was named Joy and the Pokegirl slave was named Bliss, both were Happiness Bird Senseis, despite their difference in status.

"Welcome to the Pocket Monster University Health Center, I am Nurse Joy. Are you here to register your slaves and have your introductory medical checkup?" She was speaking almost entirely to Daphne, having made assumptions that were not entirely correct. Her voice sounded very caring and slightly sensual.

Damian saved Daphne from her sputtered denial by mansplaining the situation. "Actually,

I'm

the new student and my little sister Daphne's just here to help me move-in. My name is Damian Duarte." He pointed to the Bee Girl. "Beatrice here is my Pokegirl." Beatrice was scanned by an object that looked like a larger version of Damian's Pokedex, and Nurse Joy nodded.

She turned the device at the other women present, and was somewhat surprised. "Sorry, I thought the collared women might be Pokegirl slaves as well, but we don't have to to register them." The nurse shrugged.

Both his other submissives were fidgeting, and it was Angelica who first asked a question. "We're humans, but

can

we register as Damian's slaves?" It wasn't a question that Damian had expected, and Daphne winced with embarrassment.

The nurse took it completely in stride. "Absolutely. While transforming into Pokegirls is rare, it obviously does happen. Even though it's relatively rare, it happens thousands of times a year to women across the world. We recommend that all humans, especially women, register themselves with an acceptable owner so that in the event of Pokegirl transformation they can be given to someone who will care for them as a person rather than just a sex slave." She produced some forms, and handed some to Lianne and Angelica, but also to Karen and Daphne.

Lianne and Angelica began filling out their forms diligently, all looking very happy to sign forms that might, in however unlikely a circumstance, lead to them being legally recognized as Damian's slaves. Karen took a bit more time to read what exactly it was that she was signing up for, but she seemed satisfied and signed the documents all the same. Predictably, it was Daphne who balked. "I don't want my perv brother to own me." She shook her head, and her blond curls bounced.

"Being an unowned Pokegirl was very difficult," Beatrice responded, "I lost my ability to speak, and became nothing more than a monster. I don't even remember what my human name used to be. Your brother has been a fantastic master to me, and I am so so grateful that he eventually became

my

master. The name he gave me is a treasure. I would never wish it upon my master's sister to have to wait nameless in the wilderness for a master as kind as Damian to rescue you." The Bee Girl put her hand on Daphne's shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze, even as the terrifying barb of her arm-stinger extended near Daphne's eye.

Karen put her hand on Daphne's other shoulder. "You're not being collared by your brother. It's just a guarantee that if you

need

someone to take care of you, that Damian will do it." She tousled her daughter's hair. "I'm very proud of both of you, and I like to think that if either of you needed to take care of each other, that you'd do it."

Eager to steer the conversation toward essentially anything that wasn't about the remote possibility that he'd end up owning his half-sister, he failed miserably by asking the nurse "Nurse Joy, you seem very close to Bliss, did you know her before she was a Pokegirl?"

The nurse nodded. "Yes, Bliss is my cousin. We were in Pocket Monster University together, and she nominated me as her owner before she lost control over her corruption and became a Pokegirl." She swatted her cousin-slave on the butt cheek. "She's still working in medicine, but she needs me to dominate her regularly to keep from turning into a dangerous monster." She swatted her slave on the other butt cheek, drawing a moan from the Pokegirl.

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Daphne shuddered, but signed the forms. Once all the forms were signed, the nurse pricked all of the women on their fingers and took a single drop of blood to smear one the forms. Then she did something with her Pokedex-like machine until she seemed satisfied. "That's finished, now Bliss and I will have to take a sample from Damian." Shrugging, Damian held out his own finger, expecting to be poked with a needle like his family and slaves had been. "Oh no," Joy shook her head, making her braids swing out, "we need a much...

larger

sample from you. If you'll come this way..." She issued him into a side room that had a comfy chair and a hospital bed that had attached manacles.

Looking at the two pieces of furniture on offer, Damian felt like a captured spy. "I take it that you're going to get that sample the easy way or the hard way." He smirked. Now in a quiet area with Bliss, he noted that there were intermittent buzzing sounds from her bikini-bottom, though there was no pattern that he could determine.

The nurse giggled. "No, we're getting this the easy way

and

the hard way. We need a semen sample from you, so please get in the chair." She paused dramatically. "Or you can get strapped in, if you'd prefer to give your semen sample that way."

"I have two human submissives and my Pokegirl with me," Damian protested, "if you need me to give a semen sample, there's much easier ways than for me to jack off in a side room."

Joy shook her head. "Absolutely not. Bliss and I will be extracting your semen from you. We're going to be using a magical

helping hand

to get more than your usual quantity of man goo out, which is the reason we have to be the ones extracting your jizz. But also, semen extraction is one of the perks of this job." She winked at Damian. "So let's see what you got going on down there."

Damian was unconvinced. "I know that PMU is very... sex positive, but even so aren't you going to get in trouble, having sexual relations with a student?" He was also concerned that he might get in trouble with the women who had brought him here, but he figured that possibility wouldn't phase the pink haired nurse very much.

While it would have been a serious objection at State, at PMU the nurse simply laughed. "Since sexual domination of Pokegirls is required for the functioning of society, the development of trainers, and the continued personhood of the Pokegirls themselves, any sexual activities that PMU staff have with trainers is considered part of their education. No one is going to mind if you kiss and tell. And we really do need to collect that jizz." Joy leaned in and sensually whispered into his ear. "That was the fastest I have

ever

seen four women agree to be registered under a potential owner, and I am absolutely going to

taste

some of this jizz before we send it to the lab."

Still ambivalent, but undeniably turned on by the horniness of the attractive woman in the slutty nurse costume and the bound Pokegirl, Damian's penis had become semi-engorged. When he undid his slacks and dropped his pants, his cock was in the process of inflating. Joy watched with undisguised interest as it ascended to almost its full length of a bit over eight inches. She whispered something to Bliss, who moaned around the egg in her mouth. His cock free, and near full length and hardness, Damian sat down and leaned back into the comfy chair. He splayed his naked legs and Joy smiled at his well-framed erection. "I guess I'm ready for you two to milk me." When he said it, Bliss twitched like she she'd stepped on a rock.

The nurse grabbed her cousin-slave by the back of the head with one hand and with the other hand she untied her bikini-top. "Bliss is going to be giving you a proper Pokegirl tit-fuck, while I use some boosting magic to increase the size of your load. She craves contact with reproductive material, maybe I'll save some of your semen for her." Bliss whined around her egg, and when her mistress guided her to her knees she eagerly pushed her breasts forward and enveloped Damian's shaft. Joy ran her hand up and down Damian's thigh while her hand emitted a soft pink light. Bliss had a firmness to her breasts that would normally be found in much smaller tatas, but they did not feel like they were augmented with surgery. There was a softness of smooth skin and below that there was the springy pliancy of living flesh. An amazing combination for E-cup breasts, but unsurprising to find in a Pokegirl.

Bliss' hands remained manacled behind her back, so Joy took control of the situation by placing her glowing hands on the outsides of the Pokegirls knockers. She pressed inwards, causing the breasts to grip his cock all along its length. Bliss raised and lowered her body, sliding her breasts up and down the erection. So substantial were the boobs, that the head of the penis escaped during Bliss' downstrokes, only to vanish again into the tightness of the cleavage on every upstroke. While it was obviously much more effort for Bliss to give the boob-job than it was for Damian to receive it, she had the single minded dedication to sexual submission that was common in Pokegirls, and neither her enthusiasm nor her endurance seemed to fade.

Damian could feel the magic swirling in his nuts. It was like his testicles were being tickled while his dick became harder than he could recall it ever being. He wasn't sure, but it seemed like his penis had become even longer than normally was, though it thankfully had not grown to grotesque cartoonish proportions. The urge for submission from Bliss was nearly overwhelming, a near constant reminder by his heart reader ability of the many ways that she wished to be ravished. Fired up, Damian felt that he was in a position to possibly give her some of them. "Stand up, Pokeslave. Stand up and turn around." He didn't shout, he didn't demand. Damian simply gave directions like he was making a how-to video on YouTube.

Bliss froze, her tits still pressed firmly on each side of his cock. It didn't require a magical demonic empathic sense to see the conflict within the Pokegirl. She desperately wanted to be fucked, but she couldn't do anything that her mistress didn't allow. Joy took mercy on her enslaved cousin, speaking in a cute voice. "Oooh. Bliss, he's commanding you. I guess you'll have to do what he says." Bliss groaned at having gotten permission and stood up, her breasts sliding free of Damian's cock. She turned around, showing her ample rear, along with her small wings and the manacles on her forearms.

Damian rose, and his cock rose with him. It poked Bliss in the butt, and she arched her back in a silent appeal to be penetrated. He grabbed her bikini-bottom and pulled them down, leaving them to act as a hobble on her ankles. His strong arms hefted Bliss by her manacles, strongarming her face down over the examination bed with her naked rear pointed into the air. Damian saw that her pussy was blocked to him, and he pulled on the pink wire until the obstruction was removed. A pink egg schlicked out of Bliss' grasping cunt, and immediately ceased vibrating once it was outside her body. That indicated that it was an

edging stone

, which was quite an expensive piece of magitech to use so casually as it was in this case. Even as Damian's cock lined up with the Pokegirl's needy hole, he thought idly about how magitech that Damian would never have dreamed of seeing in person was simply thrown about at Pocket Monster University.

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