Pmu Damians Story Ch 17

"When people think of Pokegirl evolution," Professor Linden opined, "they usually think of dramatic events where a Pokegirl changes substantially in size, class, type affinity, and especially power. These events are evolutionary

milestones

, and they are over represented in public discussions of Pokegirl evolution." She brought up some slides with before and after pictures. "It's easy to see how a Pokegirl suddenly gaining a pair of arms, a pair of wings, a pair of spoons, or a pair of cannons makes for an easy and obvious before and after. Like these ones."

The next slide showed two different Pokehirls in six pictures each. Both were Cat Girls, with one going from dangerously furry through various semi-furry stages to a socially acceptable not-furry woman with cat ears and a tail. The other was a similar progression, but the pictures arranged in the other order such that the dangerously furry Cat Girl picture was on the far right. Damian assumed this represented humanization and degeneration of Corruption falling and rising, and the teacher confirmed his suspicions.

The yellow squiggles on Professor Linden's too-tight black shirt danced in a way that Damian had come to recognize as her preparing to say a pun or reference she thought was very funny. He almost never understood what she was getting at, but the smile behind her eyes after she'd said those things showed that she always thought she'd really gotten away with something. "Most of the time, when Pokegirls and trainers evolve, they don't

turn upside down

, they just represent incremental change. Whenever Corruption goes down, the pocket monster evolves to be more human. And whenever Corruption goes up, the pocket monster evolves to become more monstrous. Trainers have to be especially careful, because every trainer has a Pokegirl threshold. That's the point of Corruption which triggers an evolutionary milestone to irrevocably turn into a Pokegirl. Many pocket monsters have very low Pokegirl thresholds, and their transformation into a Pokegirl is inevitable and happens almost as soon as their powers awaken." She trailed off for a bit, perhaps lost in a painful memory.

She recovered her composure and her wet hair swayed like tentacles in a tide. "Ultimately this is why there are so many Pokegirls your age, but even mature milfy trainers who have a high Pokegirl threshold will not be able to hold out for long when sexually submitting to a feral Pokegirl. When a feral Pokegirl sexually dominates a trainer, that trainer's Corruption rises rapidly until it is at the level of the Pokegirl whose pussy they have submitted to. In almost all cases, that entails a permanent transformation into a Pokegirl for that trainer." She let out a heavy sigh. "Anyway, who knows what determines the directionality of gradual Pokegirl evolution?" She surveyed the sea of faces, and the familiar eager hand. "Fine. Gary?"

Gary cleared his throat audibly, more to make sure that everyone knew he was about to speak than to actually clear anything from his air hole. "Gradual evolution effects for rising in level or reducing Corruption are affected by the aesthetic preference of the owner. That would be the Pokegirl herself for an unowned Pokegirl, or the owning trainer for a properly enslave Pokegirl. The level-portion is why almost all Pokegirls and trainers are physically attractive, the so-called beautification of level. Even pocket monsters whose Corruption is completely out of control will go up in level over time, and become more attractive according to their own standards or the standards of their owner." He gestured to himself, as if to remind everyone in the room that Gary Fucking Oak was considered conventionally attractive. "When Corruption goes up, that gradual evolution goes toward archetypal monstrous forms. At evolutionary milestones, the form is usually constrained by the archetypal monster, but a controlled milestone still gives a great deal of control to the owner in terms of post transformational aesthetics."

"Thank you Gary." Professor Linden was already ready to talk about evolutionary milestone constraints. She showed a slide of two Pokegirls, one of which had teal fins and the other had orange tentacles. "These two Pokegirls are actually the same Pokegirl. The Jet Fish Girl had an evolutionary milestone and changed into a Jet Octopus Pokegirl. As you can see, the change was quite dramatic. Not only did she trade in her fins for tentacles, but her breasts enlarged and her cheekbones changed. Even her lips have become fuller, looking like they are about to spit on you. That's because when the Pokegirl's body changes substantially to conform to its new monstrous specifications it also changes to conform to her owner's sexual preferences. The slave's entire body attempts to please the mistress." More slides showed similar glow-ups.

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Esmeralda was the newest addition to their lunchtime crew. She wasn't sitting

at

the table, but underneath it. Her sapphire eyes looked up from between Courtney's thighs while she happily and submissively licked the Loud Noise trainer's cunt. It seemed she was content with the collar that her roommate had put around her neck. Phoebe was explaining things to the submissive trainer. "I should have you know that this is an ass fucking table. Bitches get their asses fucked here, it's no joke. If you don't please my mistress well enough or fast enough, your bitch ass is going to get violated. Maybe I'll do it, because I'm a violator fairy. Maybe we'll run a train and your ass will get fucked again and again. You'll learn to like being fucked up the ass, because your ass is going to become mistress' property and she'll share it with whoever she wants. Maybe even me." It was hard to tell if Esmeralda was listening or not, but Phoebe was absolutely working herself up to some elvish mischief.

Annie and Cathy didn't seem to have any difficulty ignoring Courtney's court, the oral sex and discussions of anal didn't seem to phase them. Partially, this was because Enya and Marina were also under the table, licking the cunts of their mistresses. But despite the sexual activity around them and involving them, they seemed inclined to carry on normal conversations. "It's three weeks to rush week," Annie remarked, "have you decided which sorority you're going to join?" The question had been aimed squarely at Rini, no one thought

Courtney

was the sorority-joining type.

Rini rolled her pink eyes. "You

know

that's not how it works. There's five challenge days and you need an invite from each day to go to the next day. At the end of the fifth day, any of the sororities can offer you a bid. The sororities choose their members, the sisters don't choose their sororities."

Cathy psshawed. "Yeah, but we all know that's bullshit.

We

know who your mom is.

They

know who your mom is. You're going to be on the university sorcery team. Every sorority would be lucky to have you, and they all know it. You could go to all five challenge days in crocs and you'd still sail through with a bid from all four. ΑβΩ might even give you

both

bids, just in case. Maybe

most

freshmen don't know whether or which sorority might let them in, but that's not a problem you have.

You

get to pick, so spill the tea." Cathy ate a carrot sassily while awaiting a reply.

The pink haired trainer made an exasperated noise. "My mom isn't going to pull strings to get me into a sorority." Cathy took another sassy bite of carrot. "Ok, fine. I think I'm going to join ΔΝ." It was a surprising answer, and everyone was surprised.

Holding Esmeralda's head steady with her thighs and one hand, Courtney made her incredulity known. "No way! I thought you were going ΚΚΤ

for sure

. I mean, wasn't your mom ΚΚΤ? Plus, that's where all the best capture teams recruit from?"

Rini frumpled. "Courtney, you sound like my mother. Say '

I'll punish you!

' or like, don't do that. Please do not do that. Honestly, after college I just want to be a bureaucrat. Public health and sanitation saves more people than demon hunting. I want to build a better world, not just save the world we have." She said it with a beautiful sincerity, one that could only come from someone who knew that they'd have enough talent and opportunity to make a difference wherever they chose to put their efforts. "So, what sorority you two planning on joining?" That question had been directed to Annie and Cathy, because those two seemed like the sorority type.

"Actually, um..." The twins attempted to answer together. "Not sure we're going to rush at all this year." They didn't seem happy about it. "Not sure we can handle the Chicken Train. We're not cut out for that kind of thing."

"You two would be great at the Chicken Train," Courtney interjected, "even if you didn't get any captives, which seems unlikely, you could always put yourselves on the auction block. You're twins, you'd raise the most money

for sure

. Then you'd be sure to get bids."

Cathy dismissed that idea. "Yeah, if we wanted to get

omega

bids."

The entire conversation seemed to have been translated into another language, and Damian was confused. "What's the Chicken Train?"

Rini gave him a withering '

are you serious?

' glare. Realizing that he actually didn't know, she explained. "First of all, a lot of people think it's called that because women are dared to get on the train, and called chicken if they don't. Actually, it's a pun in Japanese. It's the start of an all-night charity slave auction. The train itself is the last circle-line train around the city, and participants try to capture women on the train. Captives are taken to a dungeon for training and in just twelve hours they get auctioned off as temporary slaves to be released thirty hours later. Proceeds go to charities, and participants compete to raise money by bringing the best captives and training them the best. Or by putting themselves up for auction to wear a training collar and be a slave for thirty hours. For charity."

Damian nodded. He hadn't heard of it before, but once the tradition was explained, it seemed intuitive enough. "So many women in the city

know

about the train, and they stay up late to ride it because they want to see trainers dominate women in public. And many of them either hope to be dominated, or are at least curious enough about being dominated that 'capturing' them isn't very difficult. For some it's just a weekend of submissive sex and charity fundraising, but some of the captives get seriously collar trained for almost two days straight. How many of them accept their slave collars and become permanent pussy slaves?"

"I don't know, maybe one in three?" Rini guessed. "Most of those stay with the mistress who bought them, but some go find the mistress who collared them on the train and beg for permanent subjugation." She ate a carrot in a nonchalant way.

Annie brightened up. "Ooh! Speaking of permanent subjugation; Damian can we get you to let us into The Stacks on Sunday for a slave raid?" She batted her eyelashes at him, which was wholly unnecessary.

"Um... sure." Damian agreed easily, the twins had already let him use the Thunder Gym facilities for dance training, letting them use Fighting Gym facilities was quite literally the least he could do. "But why do you need to go to The Stacks? Don't you already have access to The Power Plant?" Every gym had its own dungeon that they maintained, The Power Plant belonged to the Thunder Gym, while The Stacks belonged to the Fighting Gym.

Cathy harrumphed. "The Power Plant is filled with thunder and metal attuned monsters when it summons Pokegirls. We both have thunder affinity, we don't need slaves who are thunder attuned." It was a contentious statement, since of course there were many reasons to have a team with pocket monsters able to use the same kinds of magic. Damian was quite happy that both his slaves were poison attuned and could help out with his alchemy. But Annie and Cathy wanted to do film production, so perhaps they were looking for slaves that had really diverse magical abilities.

It seemed like it was a bit like how battle specialists wanted diverse groups of slaves with access to different magics. He wished that he had time to edit that thought into his English paper.

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On the way to English class, Damian almost physically ran into Lucinda as she stepped out of the bathroom. Both apologized, and Lucinda blushed with embarrassment. He really did like the way she looked

when

she was embarrassed, and he did want to bully her into looking like that more often. He filed her abashed expression into his spank bank, and moved on to class.

Turning in the papers happened at the beginning of class, and the teacher immediately started talking about the next book. "So the next book we're reading is often credited as being the first romance novel, and it did a lot to define genre tropes. Those of you who are familiar with the genre will find that you're able to predict a lot of what is going to happen." She held up the book. "Remember that this novel was not written as a collection of clichés, but that it is simply so influential that copying its story beats is cliché. It was originally written in three parts, which is why the beginning, middle, and end almost seem like different books."

Professor Ellen Baker continued in her broad Bostonian accent. "The point of view character Jane is a Pokegirl, although the story starts in her childhood when she was a human child. Stories with Pokegirls as the point of view are pretty common now, but this was the first book written that way and it was a huge scandal back then." It was hard to imagine something like

Sex Monster High

or

The Pokegirl Diaries

creating much of a scandal being as they were shows that his sister's friends watched, but of course the past was another country. "Much of the book revolves around moral questions that will seem odd to modern readers. The characters in this book have real faith in the Heart of the Cards, and at that time the Pharaoh of England did not recognize tribute summons, special summons, or XYZ summons. The collar-wife you topdecked was supposed to be yours until death. So while the solution of Mr. Rochester replacing Bertha's marriage collar with a slave collar and then placing a marriage collar on Jane may seem obvious, it was very contentious at the time."

Damian figured there must be a lot of hand wringing and dithering in the book, because the teacher felt that she needed to prepare them with a bunch of background information about nineteenth century marriage customs. It all sounded restrictive and insane to him.

It sounded insane to his classmates as well. "Surely they had too many Pokegirls for the number of trainers back then as well," Lucinda began, "why would they restrict whether and how a Pokegirl could submit to her trainer? Isn't that just asking Pokegirls to go on feral rampages?" It was a really good question, and Damian didn't feel like there was any way to make her embarrassed about it. Which was a shame, really, he checked her out on his Pokedex. She was an Emotion Goblin Witch, with affinities for psychic and fairy magic. He wanted to grab her green hair and make her watch herself blush in a mirror, but he couldn't make it a battle. Fairy magic was too effective against him.

Their teacher laughed. "That's definitely true. Rampages by feral Pokegirls were much more common then. Even rampages by Pokegirls who had been enslaved were considered normal back then, as this very book will attest. That's because back then many principles of taming Pokegirls that we teach in school were either secret information held by individuals or small groups, or just weren't known at all. The last century has seen a lot of research into how to properly tame, train, and dominate Pokegirls, and so a lot of the Pokegirl training from that period will feel barbaric to the modern reader." She seemed lost in thought as she considered some of the barbaric training options from that period. "Anyway, the overarching theme is that at that time there were only a few socially accepted dynamics for an owner and their slaves. While they were dynamics that definitely worked well for some, they did not work especially well for many others. The characters in this story take so long to adjust the dynamics of Mr. Rochester's harem simply because at that time it wasn't socially acceptable to do so. It wasn't even generally known that there might be good reasons to. While we would hope that a master today would just take a few days to sort out the collar order and sexual needs of Bertha, Grace, Blanche, and Jane; in Mr. Rochester's time there were quite strict rules about what cards could be played."

"When you read the book, you're reading with a modern eye, but you're reading a story that was told with a voice from the past. No one had a Pokedex back then, so many things that we take for granted as being codified and normal were penumbral and obscure. Our discussion on Tuesday will be about when Jane became a Pokegirl, and when Jane became Edward Rochester's slave. Keep in mind that he does not actually put her into a Pokeball until chapter 38, but it will be clear to you that he

could have

put her into a Pokeball much earlier than that. And on Tuesday, there will be a class discussion about when that would have been in the story."

Damian was already planning to argue for an earlier part of the story. The earlier he claimed Jane had been dominated, the less of the book he'd have to read before Tuesday. And with his battle at the Psychic Gym on Saturday, and his promise to take Annie and Cathy to The Stacks on Sunday, he wasn't sure that he was going to have a lot of time for reading on the weekend.

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"Mmmm! I did it!" Beatrice beamed with pride. She also started glowing as she reached her evolutionary milestone. Damian felt guilty, because he'd been reading a book when Beatrice had actually completed her swords dance for the first time. It was like he'd missed a child's first words or steps, but more specifically like his slave had finally achieved a task that she had been working on diligently for some time and he hadn't been looking. Still, she was glowing and her class was changing from Girl to Warrior. He folded the corner of the page he was on and put the book down. Hinako had been watching, so at least there was

someone

who could praise her performance honestly.

When the glow had died down, he was able to see his slave in her new form. Her face was seemingly unchanged, which he believed meant that he already found her sufficiently beautiful even with her strange bug eyes. Her stockings seemed to still fit. Likewise for her striped booty shorts. Her corset hadn't exploded, which Damian was ambivalent about. Her sport bra barely contained her massive knockers, but that didn't seem like much of a change - if it was a change at all. She was wearing wraps around her arms in lieu of sleeves, and after her transformation she still was. Her wings and antennae were unchanged, and nothing had disturbed her blond and black hair from the bob he had recently gotten her from the Haircut Brothers. The only obvious difference was her stingers. They looked like they were now made out of steel.

"That's amazing! Beatrice, I'm so proud of you!" His excitement was unfeigned. "It looks like your stingers changed. What are they like now?"

She looked at her arms, then she turned around to look over her shoulder at her butt stinger. She shook her butt to see how her new stinger waved around, and Damian found it enticing. And then she made the discovery. SNAKT! The stinger slid inside her body. SNIKT! The stinger extended back out. "Master! I can

retract

my stingers! Mmmmmm. Now you can take me without gentleness or care. Mmmmmmm." SNAKT! Her stinger disappeared into her body, leaving her booty shorts as the only remaining protection of her booty. She twerked at her master, to remind him of her new vulnerability. He didn't need to be reminded twice.