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
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.
