Pmu Damians Story Ch 21

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Professor Linden gestured at a slide that showed several Pokegirls carrying instruments on a stage. The title said GROUP INTERACIONS. "There are two kinds of Pocket Monster group synergy based on skills classes. These are associative and patronage synergies. Associative synergy is a training improvement noted in groups of three or more Pocket Monsters with the same skills class. Since this is common and important, the groupings have names. A group of Artists is a

band

, a group of Demons is a

pack

, a group of Witches is a

coven

, a group of Senseis is a

school

, and a group of Warriors is a

squad

. OK, who wants to... oh, fuck it.

Gary

, do you want to explain Patronage?" It turned out that he very much did.

Gary stood up. "Of course. A Pokegirl with a skills class can benefit from being trained by a Pokegirl with a complementary skills class. Warriors benefit from the training of Senseis, Artists benefit from the training of Warriors, Demons benefit from the training of Artists, Witches benefit from the training of Demons, and Senseis benefit from the training of Witches. It's called the patronage cycle, and the

best

teams have a Pokegirl from each of the five skills classes so that each Pokegirl can have her pussy trained with full efficiency by another Pokegirl on the team." He folded his arms. "Lesser known and studied is the higher patronage cycle of Goddess, Totem, and Titan; but only a few trainers in history have ever had more than one enslaved Pokegirl with a divine skills class." He nodded to himself, satisfied with his answer.

"Sure," the teacher said, "although I would add that patronage training can be applied to or by

trainers

as well as Pokegirls." The yellow dots on her black shirt spiraled into her nipples, drawing all eyes to her massive melons. "Every trainer is also a Pocket Monster, and yes that includes everyone in this room. Since almost all trainers are blessed with a skills class, you should consider associative and patronage synergies

for yourself

. That is, if you're an Artist, you should find two other Artists to make a band and find a Warrior to train you. If you're a Witch, you should find some other Witches to make a coven with and find a Demon to train you." It was certainly food for thought.

Damian had a date with a Witch to train that very evening. Samantha had agreed to come over to his dorm with a cleaned asshole. She was going ass to mouth again. Eventually she was going to grow to love his harsh treatment of her asshole, craving the lash of his whip and anal penetration by his hard cock. Or else she wouldn't. Either way, that's what was going to happen to her. But from what he'd just been learning in Bestiary class, this was actually helpful for her and he should find her some more Witches to get trained along side. Not that he had two more Witches lined up for the purpose.

He wasn't sure if his Alchemy teacher intended to let him sodomize her or not. When last they'd met, she'd certainly

implied

that she was going ass to mouth on his cock at the next opportunity. Even if that was on the table,

she

certainly had her own coven already, so he'd have to find other Witches to train as butt sluts. Witches who could be peers with Samantha and bend over side by side while he dominated their assholes. It would be easier if she nominated her own coven-sisters, but for that he really needed to take Samantha to stage seven sexual bullying: Propagation.

He thought about the Witches and potential Witches he knew. Hinako was going to become a Witch as soon as she learned to use one of the spells, but she wasn't likely to be a core coven member. Rini hung out with the rest of the Rabbits at lunch time, but he was pretty sure he hated him. No real chance of

her

volunteering to be anally dominated and trained by him. That brought him to Lucinda from English class. She was beautiful when she was embarrassed and flustered, and he very much wanted to bully her into submission. Making the Emotion Witch embrace ass to mouth was certainly on his bucket list, but not something he expected to achieve any time soon. Robin from Mathemagic class had already licked his cum off of Samantha's face, so the Fire Witch was well on her way to allowing him to dominate her butt. And Morgana from his English class might hate him, but she was also Samantha's friend and he figured it

probably

wouldn't be that hard to break her as a butt bitch if she got to be with her friend.

Putting thoughts of Samantha's subjugation aside, he had a different problem: Himself. He needed a few more Demons to be a pack with. The only Demon he'd fucked was Esmeralda, and he wasn't sure that she was pack material. He wasn't sure that she

wasn't

, but there was definitely a reason that he'd sent her back to Courtney with a collar on her neck. The Darkness Goblin was submissive to the point that it wasn't challenging to dominate her. Kendra at the Fighting Gym was a Demon, but she was a few years ahead of him and also had tried to ring shark him into accepting a bet where she got to sexually dominate him. She didn't seem like a great choice. He also needed to get trained

by

an Artist. His roommate was a Frog Artist, but Adelaide was a lesbian in a committed relationship with her high school crush. Plus she was going to be his roommate until the end of the year, and he didn't want to make that all weird. Basically, he decided that he needed to ask Courtney to do some training sessions with him. Training sessions where

she

trained

him

. The Loud Noise Rabbit was an Artist, she could be his patron.

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"...and so that's why I want you to be my patron." Damian had laid it out, and Courtney seemed to consider it. He decided to sweeten the deal. "Beatrice is a Warrior, so she could be

your

patron during training sessions. And as a Demon, if you have any Witches you want me to give patronage to, I can do that." Rini choked on her Waldorf salad, coughing to signal that she didn't need to be Heimliched. Her pink eyes flashed with emotion.

Phoebe had needed a whole new wardrobe after she had grown to a more human size. She was still quite small, and Damian thought that she still had some growing to do as her corruption stabilized. At the moment, she was wearing a puffy jacket and giant headphones that completed an ensemble probably inspired by a Natalie Portman character. "Mistress, this is a perfect opportunity to peg him in the fucking ass. You can fuck his ass like a bitch! He'll cry and cum from his bitch dick while you painfully fuck his ass with your strap on." So hungry was the manic Pixie that she had completely lost interest in her food. Damian did his best to ignore her suggestions, and hoped Courtney did as well.

The twins came back to the table, looking annoyed. "Someone took all the mild roast coffee," Annie complained, "and now there's nothing left but high intensity coffee." Her sister nodded. "

And

there's no cream!" Cathy added.

Humming in thought, Beatrice had a suggestion. "You could take the high intensity coffee and just add water, then it will be like the medium intensity coffee. Hmmm. And if there's no cream, you can use butter, because that's basically the same thing." The Rabbit cheerleaders looked at the Bee Pokegirl and said nothing. Inwardly, Damian reiterated his promise to himself to never allow Beatrice to make coffee for him.

Courtney began removing her clothes. She was playful about it, teasing her friends and slaves even more than she teased Damian. "Damian, we're going to play a choking game." She popped her bra cups open to show him her nipples very briefly and then made as if she was redressing before she took it off for real. Once removed entirely, Courtney tossed the bra across the table to Annie. The Static Rabbit caught it with a smile, and teased back with a fake kissy face while the Loud Noise Rabbit shimmied out of her skirt and panties. When Courtney and Annie had done their playful eroticism, Damian was confronted with eroticism that was decidedly less play. "You're going to choke me," she declared while moving his hand to her neck, "but

I'm

going to be in control. I won't be able to talk or shout, so you have to watch my fingers." She held up a fist next to her head, and then opened it, then showing him fingers going up and down. "When fingers go down, you choke harder. When fingers go up, you lighten the choking. If all the fingers open up into a starfish, you let go altogether. You got that?" He nodded that he did.

A very naked Courtney placed her tail on the table, spreading her legs to reveal her very available pussy. She thrust her naked chest forward, her delectably perky breasts displayed and accessible. "Do you want me to choke you with one hand or two?" His heart sense revealed that she wanted both. She

wanted

him to dominate her in many ways that he was not going to do at that moment. This wasn't about breaking Courtney or even bringing her to orgasm, this was training. He wasn't going to cheat with his lash, with Beatrice's cunt honey, or with any magic at all. This was all about following her directions and using his own hands to bring her pleasure. And maybe, hopefully, some other parts of his body as well.

She smiled at him. "Just one, please. You're not actually strangling me. You're making me

feel like

I'm being strangled. Your other hand... well, I'm sure you can think of things to do with it." He looked up and down her body, taking in the curves of the Rabbit Artist. He could indeed think of places his other hand could go.

The pink haired Rabbit Witch raised an objection. "Courtney, you

really

shouldn't let a Demon choke-fuck you. It's dangerous. You could end up being dominated and collared as his bitch." Her voice shook with genuine concern.

"

Relax

Rini," Courtney said to her wealthy friend, "Damian had me collared before. We're... I'm not sure what we are. But it's more like sex-friends than master and slave." She shrugged and turned her attentions back to Damian. She raised her hand next to her face with fingers extended. Looking Damian right in the eyes, she lowered one finger.

Knowing what was expected of him, he placed a hand on her neck, and squoze gently. His left hand reached up to her breast and began mauling it with decidedly less gentleness. A groan escaped her, it sounded more aroused than afraid. She leaned her titflesh into his hand and lowered a second finger. Damian increased the pressure and Courtney's eyes bulged. She lowered a third finger finger and it was only a few seconds later that she opened all of her fingers. He released her neck. "Was that too much?" He could sense her desire for domination, but he also didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

A few coughs later, Courtney shook her head. "I think if that's a three, we don't need four or five. That rabbit tamer ability you have might apply to this, it's really intense. But no, that wasn't

too

hard." She looked down his body with a conspiratorial grin. "You know what

is

too hard?" They locked eyes and he nodded. "Get those pants off so you can

fuck

me during round two."

It was a tempting offer, and Damian complied by divesting himself of his clothing. He didn't make a game of it or tease anyone. He simply took off his clothes and handed them to Hinako, whose long arms reached out and plucked each article as it left his body. The digression wasn't enough to make his manhood completely deflate, and looking at the spread legs and presented neck and breasts of Courtney was enough to make it fully harden. She put down one finger and he put one hand to her neck and the other to his own cock to guide it into her bunny hole. Once he had begun penetration, he was able to transfer that second hand to her breast, and she put down her second finger.

As he began establishing a rhythm, Courtney shifted between one finger and two, and he kept his attention rapt on her traffic light hand signs. He pounded her wet pussy with increasing vigor and then stopped because she had opened her hand. His dick yearned to root itself into her, but he held still. Courtney leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, then dropped two fingers to signal him to start hard. He was happy to comply. Her strong legs wrapped around him and she stopped him and then restarted him. Three times she did that, bringing both of them to the edge and then putting a halt to the proceedings. When she finally allowed him to cum in her, she came with him. He'd filled her like a Twinkie, and when he released her neck they shared a deep tongue-kiss. For some reason, that seemed to make Rini and Cathy more uncomfortable than the choking and fucking had.

All in all, Damian thought it was pretty good training, and there was probably something to the patronage synergy idea. He reminded himself that he needed to advance Barbara into being a Sensei so that she could help Beatrice with her own training. As his semen dripped out of Courtney's well-fucked hole, he thought about how complicated it was to maintain all the relationships for a harem of Pokegirls. And how much more complicated it was to maintain the relationships with his sex friends who

weren't

part of his harem of slaves.

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On Damian's way to English class, he noticed Lucinda step into the bathroom. The green haired Emotion Goblin Witch didn't have the largest tits, but what she had looked fantastic on her dancer's frame. Even with her green bangs completely covering one of her eyes, she looked beautiful to him. He knew she'd look even more beautiful if she was embarrassed and flustered, and he wanted to make that happen. Checking the time on his Pokedex, he saw there was still quite a bit before class started, so he decided to follow her in.

She was in one of the stalls, and Damian just washed his hands to pass the time. When it seemed like she was about done, he went and loitered next to the door so that she nearly bumped into him when she walked out. Lucinda was startled, and balked, but she was even more startled when Damian grabbed her wrists and dragged her over to the sink.

"You're so beautiful Lucinda," Damian said as he started turning the water on in the sink, "and you're even more beautiful when you're being harassed." He dragged her hands one at a time into the water and began washing them. While she was tall for a woman, she wasn't as tall or nearly as broad as Damian, so he loomed over and around her. He pressed his chest against her back, which necessarily meant that she could feel the growth of his package with the top of her butt. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Lucinda. You are absolutely gorgeous while I'm bullying you."

Her red eyes widened and her breath caught. The mirror showed her her own beautiful face and Damian's own hungry expression. "I... I saw what you did to Samantha," she objected, "I heard you say what your rule for Witches is." Her jawline took a defiant edge, and that was beautiful too.

Damian smiled. "Yes Lucinda.

If

it goes in your ass, it

is

going in your mouth. That's the rule. But that's not happening today." He smirked. "You don't

want

anything poked into your butthole right now, but look at how

good

you look when you think about how much you don't want it." Pocket Monster University always made sure that there were many personal cleaning products in every toilet, bath, and shower. The hall lavatories in the humanities building didn't have the most exciting selection, but there were still several hand soaps to choose from. Damian selected an apple blossom liquid soap and began lathering her hands. He ran his fingers between hers, getting them slick with soap and bubbly with an aroma that was both floral and fruity.

Looking down at her dainty hands and the larger hands that were scrubbing them, Lucinda was very confused. "What are you doing?" She asked, and then preempting an answer that might be literal and unhelpful, she added, "Why are you doing this" There was an unease in her voice.

"Well Lucinda," he said while pulling her soapy hands into the stream of water. "I'm invading your personal space. You're lovely, and you respond to invasive attention by becoming even more lovely. I'm washing your hands, because you don't want me to do it and you're so alluring while you're thinking about me doing things to you that you don't want." He sniffed her green hair, and she blushed like a pink rose. "But equally, I'm only bullying you enough to color your cheeks. If I pushed you too far, you'd blast me with fairy magic and I'd be

crushed

with emotional damage." He leaned into her, and his manhood poked through his pants to be felt by her athletic rear. "I want you to dance. To imagine the future where I bully you so much more. I'm washing your hands, but when you're ready to go ass to mouth, you'll clean your asshole for me yourself." Her breath caught as she imagined it. She imagined pulling her cheeks apart so Damian could bully her final destination. She imagined sinking to her knees and surrendering with her mouth. She imagined terrible futures and it made her want to run and dance. She thought of the things Damian might do to her, and she didn't want them. Couldn't possibly want them.

The bathroom door opened and Morgana walked in. Her straight black hair had a sleekness to it, and her face twisted in rage. "Damian!" She shouted, and pointed. Her black hair drills bounced furiously. "You think you're so tough just because you got to punish fuck Samantha? Fuck you!" He was so surprised that he released Lucinda's wrists. The Emotion Goblin spun away from him, making a ballerina's escape. Then she bounded away, leaving the bathroom to the two black haired trainers.

Annoyed at the loss of his victim, and still visibly aroused in his low country, Damian turned to the Astral Elf Witch with a scowl. "What is your fucking problem? I was having a totally chill bullying session with Lucinda and you had to get all up in my shit." By his tally, he was on the verge of pestering her into second stage degradation: Denial.

Bolstered by platform shoes with extreme heels, Morgana stood nearly eye to eye with Damian. She didn't have much in the way of curves, especially considering that she was a PMU student, but her black and white dress played well with the body type that she had. The black lace and white bows centered her slender frame and made her look elegant and deliberate. "I challenge you, Damian." She crossed her arms and struck a pose. "Three on three. Psychic Gym. Just like when it was you and Samantha, but this time it'll be

you

who gets punish fucked." Her black lipstick drew attention to the cruelty of her smile.

A part of him wanted to rise to her challenge, to face Morgana in the arena and punish fuck her in front of an audience of her peers. But equally, he knew that he just didn't have time. "Nope." He unraveled his lash of submission and whacked Morgana in the shoulder. It was super effective. The goth Witch let out a squeal of surprise and raised her arms reflexively to defend her face. He struck her quickly on the hip and the flank.

Despite the fact that he hadn't placed his lash against her tits or cunt, or even against her naked flesh at all, the super effective power was having a strong effect on Morgana. She could feel the darkness, and the fact was that her pussy yearned to be filled with dark power. Her traitorous twat was juicing up in anticipation, hoping to submit to his demonic magic. The resistant part of her mind tried to strike back. A peculiar ray blasted into Damian, but had no apparent effect. He smiled, and threw her to the floor. The Witch caught herself easily, and the fighting aura was not very effective against her at all, but it left her in a compromising position. Morgana on all fours had her skirt-clad rump accessible to his lashings. He began doing exactly that. Thwick. "Uhhhh." Thwick. "Uhhhh." Thwick. "Uhhhh." The battle was over. Morgana was no longer even

trying

to fight back, instead waving her butt as an invitation for continued whippings.