Pokegirls is the odd and yet amazing sub-fandom born out of the Pokémon fandom. The following are a few terms to help any newcomers who haven't yet heard of pokegirls along.

Pokegirls: A pokegirl is a female creature with special powers, an impressive libido, and a natural psychology to submit to a "master" or "mistress". Some were human females who have undergone Threshold and transformed. All pokegirls have some sort of special ability, if not looks, that separate them from normal females.

Harem: A Harem is the name of the collective group of females that a Tamer owns. Females in the same Harem refer to each other as harem-sisters.

Pokewoman: A final stage of the natural age progression for Pokegirls. Whereas a pokegirl can't get pregnant, a Pokewoman can, her body and mind now fully developed.

Alpha: An Alpha pokegirls is one who is the head pokegirls of a Tamer's Harem.

Feral: A pokegirl who doesn't get tamed often enough regresses to an animalistic state, called Feral. While Feral, a pokegirl cannot think as a human would, and is essentially an animal in mind, making her quite dangerous.

Tamer: Someone who travels around capturing and taming pokegirls. Some battle with their pokegirls for rank, money, and fun. Others just enjoy gathering pokegirl. A tamer may have six pokegirls at them at once, or eight if two of them are in non-combat slots.

Taming: The act of having sex with your pokegirl in order to form a bond with said pokegirl, allowing him to see you as their leader and to keep them from going feral.

Taming Shock: An experience that occurs after a pokegirl's first taming, rendering them dazed and unable to say anything outside of their own species name.

Threshold: Threshold is when a human female is forced to deal with any pokegirl blood in them. Not all girls with pokegirl ancestry go through Threshold, but those that do always do so during puberty. A female that succumbs to Threshold is forever changed into a pokegirl.

Feralborn: A pokegirl born feral in the wild.

Bond: The special, metaphysical connection between tamer and pokegirl, letting the pokegirl recognize and fight for their Master/Mistress.

E-Medal: A coin infused with the essence of a particular animal which is used to help a pokegirl evolve.

Sex Battle: A battle in which two pokegirl try to knock the other out with pleasure rather than combat.

Now, with the terminology out of the way…

I've been planning for this for over a year now. I don't have any reason to be nervous. So...why am I?

I left the house early, hoping to avoid my parents seeing me off. No such luck, they were at the door to try and give me a moral boost. I get what they were trying to do, but honestly all the 'you'll do greats' and 'don't worry about your blood curses', only made things worst.

When someone tries to cheer you up, it means they think you need cheering up; which doesn't exactly inspire confidence when I haven't even made it out of the door yet. It only makes things worse that my mother is a Bell Awesome. She goes all out for cheering, can't help it. My dad had to reel her back in to keep her from bursting into a chant.

Needless to say, I was just the slightest bit extremely relieved when I wasn't at the house anymore. I had all my supplies packed, and wouldn't need to go back to the house for anything…except taming my first pokegirl before we headed out…can't exactly tame her outside…shit.

Oh well, knowing them they've already cleared out of the house for us, which I've got to be grateful for. My parents had already offered, twice, to go with me to get to the Professor's lab to get my first pokegirl, but that idea was far more terrifying then the idea of going alone, so I opted for the latter. I was shaking by the time I made it to the lab, so I stayed outside the building, my back to the wall, trying to gather whatever confidence I could muster.

It didn't do a lot of good. If anything, it got me thinking more about everything that could go wrong.

What if they didn't have the pokegirl I wanted? What if they didn't have a pokegirl who would like me? What if we get attacked by ferals before we even set off? What if she finds out about my blood curses and asks to be released?

In case it hasn't been made painfully obvious by this point, I'm not the most confident of people. I've always wanted to be a tamer, but I've only actually been around non-pokewomen pokegirls about three times in my entire life, two of which ended in me running away in fear. How the hell did Sasha do this? My long time friend had been out on her adventure for almost two months now. Was she really that brave? Or was I just this much of a wuss?

I shook my head, refusing to let myself dwell on it. Today was my first day as a tamer. I'd passed the test, gotten my license, and now I was doing it. Fearing my momentary rush of confidence would fade if I waited too long, I went inside.

"Ah, Mark is it? You're a bit late," the Professor, a tall man with the whole lab coat and glasses scientist look down-pat, said, beckoning me through his lab to the back of the building. "But I can't put it passed you. My first day, I got so distracted thinking about my journey, I wandered right out of the town and was attacked by ferals before I even had my first pokegirl!"

The Professor was famous for having once traveled the world, meeting, training, and battle all kinds of pokegirls. I could tell from looking around his lab, seeing sketches of pokegirl biology, pictures of extremely rare places and items, and even seeing a champion's medal hanging on the wall.

I wondered briefly if I would ever get the same medal, but we reached the back of the lab before I could think too much on it. I saw a table with three pokeballs, the Professor smiling expectantly.

After I did nothing for a moment, he got a quizzical look, then face palmed. "I almost forgot." He said, rushing over to a shelf and retrieving a belt with five pokeballs, and a pokedex. "Here, these should come in handy." He said, handing me the items. I put on the belt, which fit surprisingly well. I look at the pokedex, a little, pocket sized computer with information on any and all pokegirls in the world.

I looked back up at the table, and held up the pokedex to scan the 'girls within the pokeballs.

The first showed a picture of a tall, reddish-orange reptilian pokegirl. Her tail was length of her body, with a small flame at the tip. "Charamanda, the fiery, lizard-esque pokegirl/near human animorph (reptile). Known for her powerful fire attacks, dominant personality, and trademark tail flame which can harm the pokegirl if put out, this pokegirl is a great starter for aggressive tamers." The pokedex recited.

I scanned the second, which showed a pokegirl with greenish skin, matching hair, a strange bulb on her back, and a rather large chest. "Boobisaur, the busty bulb pokegirl/near human. Known for their back plant, which acts as a container for soon to grow in vines, razor leaves, and many, many dust attacks, and their name worthy busts, these pokegirls are great for plant-oriented tamers. Their bulb was be handled carefully so as not to hurt the pokegirl. No Boobisaur has ever been seen with less than a C-cup."

I checked the last one, which showed a blue-skinned pokegirl with boobs almost matching the Boobisaur, and a shell covering her back, sand stomach.. "Squirtitty, the titillating turtle pokegirl/near human animorph (turtle). Known for their ability to hold water in their breasts which they can then use for hydration or combat, these pokegirls are great for as the de facto water type starter, though they must be submerged in water at least once a week to remain in peak physical condition."

"So, any idea which you'll choose?" The Professor asked.

I'd already known from the beginning which I'd choose. The scanning of the other two had been more of a formality. I nodded, "I'll take the Boobisaur." I said. The Professor smiled, "Now how did I know that?"

It wasn't a secret that my family was close to nature. Our house was right next to the forest, and had a lineage of grass type tamers that went back about five generations by now. We couldn't help it; we were just drawn to nature.

I walked over and picked up the pokeball, letting out the Boobisaur. She appeared before me in a flash of red. Her body matched the picture the pokedex had shown, right down to the size of her chest, though hers may have been slightly bigger. Her face was also different in the little features, though that was to be expected.

She wore simple clothes, as all Professor given 'girls did, just a simple brown shirt with a hole in the back for her bulb (the fabric of the hole likely having been used on the front, otherwise I don't see how it was containing her bust), and matching shorts.

The one difference between her and the pokedex picture that did catch me off guard was that the picture had been smiling, but she wasn't; instead having a more or less neutral expression. I'd always been told that pokegirls were ecstatic when they appeared out of their pokeball, as they were excited at the prospect of being picked and were trying to make a good impression.

Perhaps that was just a myth, or maybe that just wasn't true of her. "Does she have a name?" I asked. "Lizzy." The Boobisaur responded.

I paused; surprised that she'd been able to speak. "She's a threshold." The Professor explained. I nodded, "Nice to meet you Lizzy. My name is Mark. I wanted to know if you'd be okay with me choosing you as my first pokegirl."

I'd heard stories of insensitive tamers just grabbing the pokeball and leaving, the 'girl not even knowing she'd been chosen until they were a town away. Those stories always annoyed me. If the 'girl is going to be traveling and taming with you, she should get a say in it. That's what I think at least.

Lizzy shrugged her shoulders, "You chose me. I guess I'm going with you."

I nodded, though wasn't sure what to make of her answer. I supposed she was just easy going, as I'd heard most Boobisaurs were.

"Alrighty," the Professor said with a smile, "Mark, Lizzy, today is the start of your new journey. There's no telling what it'll bring, or what you'll face. You could meet every other pokegirl in the world or none at all. There's only one guarantee I can make: it's going to be an experience, so make it a good one."

I was happy to find that I'd been right; my folks had cleared out of the house so I could tame Lizzy. I doubted we'd be able to leave without running into them, but I guess we'll deal with that later.

Lizzy had wanted to walk outside her ball, something I was grateful for, though she wasn't much for conversation, only responding with an occasional nod or shrug. When we reached my house, I led her to my room.

Once the door was shut, Lizzy went to the bed, kicking off her shoes as she did and pulling down her shorts, causing me to get red faced as she bent over the bed; giving me a view of her pussy.

"Well? Let's go." Lizzy said, sounding more anxious to be done with it then anxious to start. 'Stop being paranoid.' I told myself. I've always had a bad habit of assuming the worst.

I took a deep breath, and approached the bed. Figuring it would be better to make sure Lizzy was taken care of first, I lowered myself down and began licking her slit gently. Lizzy moaned softly, so I continued.

When Sasha was around, me and her had an arrangement. She'd help me along with my urges, and I'd return the favlr. The better she felt, the better she'd make me feel. As a result, I'd gotten really good with my tongue, something I could hold a little pride in. judging by Lizzy's reaction, my skill hadn't diminished in the time Sasha had been gone. Good to know.

I reached my hand down as I licked, gently brushing Lizzy's clit with my fingers. I gently pushed my tongue inside her, feeling out her folds. Lizzy moaned, instinctively pushing her hips back against my face. I held her hips with my free hand, pushing my tongue in deeper as my fingers rubbed her a bit rougher.

Lizzy's legs buckled slightly, her hands moving to her chest. This spurred me to go even faster, wanting her to love her first time with me. She was my starter, soon to my Alpha; I wanted her to know how important she was.

It was only a few more moments before Lizzy came with a low groan, her juices all being lapped up fast. I licked my lips, and smiled at her when she looked at me. She panted for a moment, then spoke, her plain tone still there.

"I suppose I should return the favor." Lizzy said. I felt the worry creep back into me. She sounded so opposed to the idea, like it was a chore. Had I done something to offend her already? How could I? I'd barely had her for an hour. Was I supposed to have waited longer before taming? Sasha had tamed her starter the moment she got her; the whole town heard them going at it all night.

Maybe it was just me…

I bit my tongue, forcing myself to focus on what was actually happening, not what could be. All I knew it that she sounded bored. Lot's of pokegirls have odd behavior, this could just be a Boobisaur thing.

I shrugged, "You don't have to if you don't want to." I said, not wanting her to think I'd just order her to do something. Lizzy shook her head, "No, I should. Better for the Alpha Bond." She said, shifting over to undo my pants,

I couldn't help but blush when my member, already painfully hard after pleasing Lizzy, sprang out. I wasn't exactly one of those fighting type kids who got foot long hard-ons, but, if Sasha was to be believed, I wasn't exactly small either.

Lizzy seemed to agree, and began licking my tip. I shivered, and moved back. Lizzy seemed confused by this, until I shifting her , sitting on the bed with her in my lap. "I figured it'd be better if we were both feeling good." I said, smiling. Lizzy, nodded, and lined herself up to me.

In retrospect, it really had been awhile since Sasha left. It's an odd thought to get at the time, but I was a bit out of practice and had been underexposed to intense pleasure in the past two months. As I result, I nearly came the moment Lizzy dropped her hips down. I grit me teeth, refusing to embarrass myself now of all times. I held her hips, and started thrusting slowly up into her.

Lizzy held her ordinary expression, which I found a little off-putting as she ground her hips against me. I leaned my head forward, unable to resist licking at her beautiful nipples. The pokedex wasn't kidding about Boobisaurs; they really do have some of the biggest chests of any pokegirl. Lizzy's breasts could probably smother me if I wasn't careful.

To my pleasure, Lizzy moaned the moment I gave attention her nipples, which must have been rather sensitive. Knowing my new target, I moved one hand off of her hip to play with the breast I wasn't currently licking, switching the two after a few minutes.

Lizzy quickly lost herself in moaning, making me feel a bit more confident. I took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking it gently, then harder when she moaned louder in pleasure, her own movements against me speeding up as a result.

Neither of us lasted very long after that. When I felt my own climax escaping, I bit down, causing Lizzy to cry out. I still came before her, but only by a few seconds. I fell back on the bed, Lizzy on top of her. I could only just barely breathe with her boobs covering my face, but at the moment, I don't think either of us really cared.

As I expected, my parents showed back up before we left, wanting to see us off and meet Lizzy. We both forced smiles, saying how we'd be careful, not get lost, etc. mom nearly cried, 'her little boy grown up' and what not. Watching Mom get sad is always odd, because she works herself up, then ends up feeling better seconds later by actually cheering herself, said it was a Bell Awesome thing.

Dad was only slightly worse, slipping an Endurance Drink into my pack with a wink.

We bolted the moment the opportunity presented itself, heading down route one after checking out supplies. I left Lizzy outside of her ball, as it was better for both of us. She still didn't seem particularly chatty, but even she could only bare so long a walk without conversation.

"So, any blood curses I should know about?" Lizzy asked after about an hour. I blushed, thinking of the three curses I'd ha for a over two years now. "Yeah…elemental weakness to fire." I said, "Family of grass types."

I didn't mention the other two, figuring I could always tell her later. "Any blood gifts?" Lizzy asked. I shook my head, "No, not really." I replied.

"'Not really'?" Lizzy asked, one eyebrow raised. I gulped silently. I always hated trying to explain my 'blood gift'. I hardly think it counts as one. I opened my mouth to explain, but what came out was, "Is that a feral?"

Lizzy looked over to where I was now pointing, seeing that there was, in fact, a feral pokegirl in a nearby tree; a flying type if the wings were any indication. I took out my pokedex, and scanned the feral.

Pidgy, the little bird pokegirl/near human animorph (bird). A more common pokegirl, but decent fliers and easily trained and tamed. As they have no hands, they use their feet for most of the more delicate activities.

She was naked, as she was a feral, so her body was exposed. Her skin looked human enough, though the beak and presence of wings instead of arms showed her species. Her feathers, limited only to said wings, were reddish-brown, matching her fair. She had long slender legs, ending in bare feet the held her perch in the tree where she looked down at us. I tried not to ogle her, but as her entire body was exposed, it was hard not to.

"Think we should catch her?" Lizzy asked. "Yes." I answered immediately, then blushed with the skeptical look she Lizzy gave me. "Sorry, just excited." I only half lied.

Lizzy nodded, and stepped forward, ready to combat the Pidgy. The Pidgy, seeing this, flew down from her perch, glaring territorially. The two pokegirls watched each other for a moment, then the Pidgy flew at Lizzy. "Growl!" I called.

Lizzy let out a growl, a low, loud bark-like sound that actually startled me. The Pidgy, even more caught off guard than I was, flinched, causing her to crash into the ground just short of where Lizzy stood. "Tackle!" I called out.

Lizzy pounced, throwing her body into the Pidgy before she was even back to her feet. The Pidgy was knocked back to the ground, pinned underneath Lizzy. The Pidgy pecked Lizzy angrily, but Lizzy held out, gritting her teeth as she held the bird 'girl down.

"One more hit!" I called. Lizzy rose to her feet, holding the Pidgy up, her arms holding her wings to keep her from flying off. Lizzy charged, slamming the Pidgy into the tree she'd flew down from, her own body crashing into her from the other size. The wind was audibly knocked out of the Pidgy, and her eyes glazed over as she was dazed.

Lizzy backed off, letting the Pidgy stumble for a moment before falling to the ground. I unclipped a pokeball from my belt, throwing it at the Pidgy. The pokeball hit her back, sucking her inside with a flash of red. The ball hit the ground and began to shake slowly as the Pidgy struggled weakly to get out. Me and Lizzy watched in anticipation.

The ball shook four times before stopping, confirming capture.

I grinned, rushing over. I grabbed the pokeball up off the ground proudly. Looking over, Lizzy actually had a smile on her face to. Our first victory. It was small, but it was a start.

The sun was going down. Boobisaur's don't do great with nightfall, as there isn't any sunlight for them to take in for energy. I could tell we weren't going to reach Viridian before Lizzy up and collapsed on the ground the moment I saw her yawn. The sun wasn't even all the way down yet.

"Would you like to rest in your pokeball until we get to Viridian?" I asked, hoping she'd say no. Unfortunately, Lizzy nodded, "Thanks." She said with a yawn as I recalled her to her ball.

I looked down at the trail ahead of me, the shadows creeping up with the setting sun. I took a deep breath; this was nothing to worry about. Just a trail. Just a road. All I had to do was follow it, and I'd be fine. I kept repeating this to myself over and over to try and stay calm.

It's just a trail. It's a trail. A trail surrounded by ferals. Carnivorous ferals, all hungry, all wanting food. All out for blood. Just eyes. Eyes watching my every step, my every move, waiting, waiting for me to turn when I shouldn't, to step a single foot of the trail and fall into their trap.

All alone, always alone…

I didn't realize I was running until I felt my side aching from how tired I'd gotten myself. I tried to slow myself down to walking again, but I just couldn't.

Marks…slow down…we'll have to chase you Mark…

I ran faster. I didn't even know if I was on the trail anymore. I didn't know what direction I was going or how long I'd been going in it. I just kept running. Needed to keep going, get away from the monsters. Find help.

My foot caught a stray root, and my momentum sent me flying. I hit the ground hard, and the Pidgy was let out of her pokeball.

I looked up to her, and grabbed her. The pokeball's influence had calmed her quite a bit, and she didn't attack me when I wrapped my arms around her like she was a life line. If anything, she could tell how frightened I was and wanted to help.

I wasn't alone. There was someone here. I breathed deeply, holding onto the Pidgy. The shadows began to recede. It was dark out, but not the pitch blackness I'd been seeing. I wasn't on the trail, but I wasn't lost either; seeing the trail about twenty feet away. I was safe, everything was fine.

I sighed, looking to the Pidgy. "Sorry…I've.. got monophobia." I told her.

Monophobia fear of being alone. The second of my three blood curses. I'd been teased to no end for that one. The Pidgy tilted her head at me, and I could tell she hardly understood me. Docile or not, she was still feral, and needed to be tamed.

I set up an impromptu camp, making a fire (no small feat considering my weakness to it), and put up the tent. Once that was done, I brought the Pidgy, who I'd decided to name Bet, into the tent to tame her.

Even feral Bet could recognize the start of a taming when I began undressing, and grinned excitedly.

I looked over Bet's form. Her chest was smaller than Lizzy's, but still sizable. Her legs really were amazing, but it was what was just beneath her legs that had me staring. I looked back to Bet's face, hoping I wouldn't creep her out on our first taming as I decided I may as well sate my last curse for a while longer: fetish.

People with fetish blood curse need to have a certain kink taken care of within a certain time frame, or risk going into something like a pokegirl's feral state. Sasha had helped me with mine when she was around, and I'd only needed to take care of it once since. Thank god for the local Bimbos.

I had Bet spread her legs, figuring I should at least get her off before I use her to sate my own desires. I held her hips, and began licking slowly, just as I had with Lizzy. Bet moaned almost immediately. With her being feral, it had likely been awhile since she'd gotten any kind of pleasure. And with those wings instead of hands, there was no way for her to even touch herself.

This revelation made me put even more care into each movement of my tongue, wanting her to enjoy herself for the first time in what must have been awhile. Bet's beak clicked slightly as she moaned, making an odd, and rather cute noise as she started bucking her hips against my face.

I moved my hands from her hips to her rear, pulling her as close as possible as I ate her out faster. With her being feral, it didn't take very long for her to cum, groaning as she splashed my face with her juices. I licked my lips and backed up, hoping she wouldn't get angry at me for what came next.

She was tame now at least, so she'd be able to better understand me. "I've been calling you Bet. Are you okay with that name?" I started, wanting to get that out of the way. Bet nodded, smiling warmly. I smiled back, "Okay, now…" I trailed off nervously. It's been awhile since I had to ask someone to help with my blood curse.

"I…I've got a blood curse…Fetish.. I wanted to know if you wouldn't mind helping me out with it." I asked carefully,. To my relief, Bet nodded, still smiling. I suppose she was grateful for the taming.

"Thank you." I said, having her lay on her back. I took her ankles in my hands, raising her feet to my face, and inhaled deeply.

Fetish blood curse for feet. Sasha had always told me that it wasn't really that uncommon a blood curse and I shouldn't be as embarrassed about it as I am, but... well... you can probably see why I still am. Getting teased about my first two curses was bad enough, I'd never been able to live it down if word of this one had gotten out.

Bet didn't seem fazed by it though, something I was grateful for as I lost myself in smelling her beautiful feel. I licked them slowly, heel to toe, before sucking on her toes. Bet giggled slightly at this, and for a moment I feared she was laughing at me, before realizing my tongue was tickling her feet.

I continued worshiping the Pidgy's feet for five minutes before I was too hard to ignore. I shifted to my knees, wrapping Bet's feet around my length. I moved them along my member, moaning at the softness of them. After a few moments, Bet got the idea and started pumping her feet along my cock.

It had been much too long since I'd done this. Her feet were so good, I barely lasted three minutes before cumming with a grunt, coating Bet's feet. I opened her legs immediately, sating my fetish actually making me hornier. I lined myself up to Bet, thrusting in hard.

Bet and I moaned together as I pushed into her pussy. I was glad to see she'd actually gotten wet from using her feet on me, letting me sink my rod into her fast. Bet locked her legs around my waist, pulling me in with her legs.

I don't know how long we went at it, just that we were both drenched in sweat by the time we finished, cumming within seconds of each other and laying together in a warm heap.

"How come we didn't make it to Viridian?" Lizzy asked the next morning when I let her out of her pokeball. "Well... I figured it was best to go ahead and get the Pidgy tamed. I named her Bet by the way." I said. It was only a half lie, as I didn't want to bring up my monophobia scare from the previous night.

Lizzy nodded, helping me put the tent up before we headed out. We were closer to Viridian than I thought, and we could see the city after only an hour of walking.

I couldn't help but get excited at the sight of the new town, only having ever been out of Pallet Town once or twice in my life, and never on my own. I didn't have very much time to enjoy the view though, because after taking one more step towards the town, the ground exploded underneath me and Lizzy.