Before we get into the story proper, I've become aware that line breaks I put into the original document aren't necessarily appearing on the website. So I'm going to put in some symbols to indicate major scene changes. Hopefully that should make it easier to read. Anyway, back to the story.
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The first thing Damian did when he got into the Alchemy classroom was to embarrass himself. "Joy?" He said it aloud, having thought that he recognized the nurse from the health center. It turned out that the woman he had accosted was a fellow student, who was also named Joy, and was the cousin of the nurse he had confused her with. It hadn't helped that she was with her own pink-winged Pokegirl, who was
also
one of their apparently numerous cousins, but named Euphoria. Euphoria couldn't introduce herself, because she was wearing a white ball gag in her mouth. It all seemed pretty odd, but Damian suspected that he was looking at several generations of women conceived with Parthogen, and thus all of them were nearly clones of a single woman. A woman from an earlier generation, whose name was presumably Joy.
Alchemy class was the smallest class that Damian had been in so far. This wasn't surprising, because while everyone needed to take one of the five core classes, and mathemagic was required everything from computer science to economics, alchemy was only required for a few majors. Alchemy, biology, culinary sciences, engineering, environmental sciences, and medicine. Biology was split into eighteen different sub-majors, but it was still only a small fraction of the total student body. Damian and Adelaide were in a fifteen student lab, which still meant that there were more than thirty people in the room. Professor Achlys had her own Slime Girl out, and had suggested that the students all work alongside their Pokegirls. Originally Damian had thought the room would be mostly empty, but once all the pocket monsters were out of containment, that absolutely was not the case.
He hadn't recognized her when she was sitting alone at the alchemy station, but once her Cow Pokegirl Hilda had appeared, Damian realized that the dark haired woman had been at the dorm hall party on Saturday. He learned that her name was Matilda, and a surreptitious check of his Pokedex revealed that she was a Blade Goblin Artist and had both a fighting aura and a psychic aura. She seemed pretty powerful, and Damian thought it probably wasn't surprising that she'd been able to convince a bunch of women to be publicly milked.
Professor Achlys went into her diatribe with a practiced efficiency. "Alchemy is both chemistry and sorcery. It is the study of attaching mana to material. All magitech requires alchemical processes to function. All potions and elixirs use alchemy to produce their effects." She waved her hands dramatically, and her purple hair flared out to frame her face. "Without an alchemical substrate, none of your Pokeballs would be able to function. Without an alchemical reaction, none of your magic alloys would have any value."
She snaked through the room, eyeing her students and their Pokegirls. "Alchemy exists at many levels of complexity, both from the sorcerous and the chemistry end. A basic healing potion is a bit of healing magic bound to some distilled water, the chemistry isn't interesting because all the heavy lifting is done by magic. Alchemical armor plates are just fortification magic woven into an existing piece of metal, the magic is of little interest because it is the metallurgy that defines the outcome. Because of this, there are many models of chemical reactions and embedded magical effects of varying power and complexity. It's important to remember that simpler models aren't
wrong
, just that they give up precision in exchange for simplicity. Over the course of this semester, we will discuss several models of materials and magic, and if you decide to pursue alchemy further, you will see many more."
It wasn't exactly a pep talk. The instructor wasn't merely laying out the syllabus, and in doing so she was forthrightly painting a picture of a set of tasks that would be academically difficult. It sounded discouraging, and it was doubtless meant to be discouraging. Damian found the prospect daunting, but he also very much wanted to complete a degree in alchemy. Because he had a dream. He had a dream of being able to financially support his slaves and the rest of his family. A breast enlargement potion of decent quality could sell for twenty thousand dollars, and Damian believed that if he became a competent alchemist he could produce enough of them that he could maintain a good standard of living for all the women who were in his life or would be in his life by that point.
Some slaves worked jobs, but he felt uncomfortable about forcing his slaves to toil for his income. Rather than pimping them out, he would prefer to provide for them such that they could do things that made them happy when they weren't making themselves happy by serving his cock. Lianne and Angelica hoped to have careers, but Damian had already given them license to find another master if they felt he was away too long. They swore that they'd wait for him and remain his property despite the separation of going to different schools, but Damian knew the stats on long distance relationships. Beatrice didn't seem like the kind of person who could work a normal nine to five job. A pocket monster trainer was ultimately expected to enslave five or more Pokegirls simply as a public service to prevent them from becoming feral and destructive. It meant that he could easily see himself having to be the sole provider for half a dozen socially dysfunctional monster women.
And then there were children. Damian didn't consider himself to have a breeding fetish, but he didn't see how he'd get out of putting a single baby into each of his slaves. Such children were almost always girls, and while they had a higher chance than most of being trainers or Pokegirls, he had to allow for the possibility that he would need to raise six or more mundane girls and then put an equal number of women through college. He'd done the math, and he needed to start making a million dollars a year pretty shortly after graduation. Alchemy was a way to do that
without
becoming a hunter and potentially getting killed or turned into a Pokegirl. It was possible that one of his slaves would become a movie star and his whole harem could move into a mansion bought in cash, but he couldn't count on that sort of thing. The reality he had to face was that he could very easily look to a future where he had more than a dozen dependents, some with special needs and expensive tastes. Becoming skilled at alchemy was the
safest
future he could imagine for himself and his loved ones, so he payed rapt attention to the instructor.
The teacher smiled in a way that bared her fangs and told them about their first experiment. "The first thing we will be making is an aphrodisiac. It's something that you might find useful for the sexual domination of your Pokegirls. You'll be embedding a love spell into a mixture that is simply tasty." Her Pokegirl assistant then walked them through the equipment they had at each desk. Transfer runes to push magical power into the mixture, a heating source, measuring syringes, stirring implements, and a glass container to act as a cauldron. To make the mixture itself they had distilled water, vodka, sugar, vanilla extract, and grepa juice to be used in whatever amounts seemed like it would be tasty.
