Lady Myuu
Damsel mostly Stressed.
Well, I've talked about doing a pokemon anthro story. finally got bored enough to start it. Now we gotta go over some things before I start this so I don't throw everyone for a loop.
1. Pokemon are still pokemon, meaing that while they are 'anthros' or 'morphs' they still go by pokemon because pokeman sounds funny.
2. There are no humans. This is an alternate reality where pokemon evolved into a humanoid state because humans never came around. Yeah its simple, I didn't like the whole 'planet of the apes humans blew themselves up' thing.
3. If you don't like anthros, stay out. Seriously, I don't want to hear a peep abotu how 'I hate the anthros!' because this is the story and thats that.
4. My comp with my other two fics 'into my woods' and 'forsaken vessels' is down for the count and I am unable to write them. Thus I will be focusing on this story until I can finish my others. Once I can I'll wrap up into my woods so that I can focus on this and fv.
5. This story has a rating that is pending. Atm its 2:50 am and I want to write limse and fluffs. So there is going to be fluff. I will probably be going near the R range.
MAJOR NOTE: This story will probably go near the R to nc-17 range. Meaning I will be using perverted characters, indoundo even if I can't spell it and thigns that lead to sex scenes but I will not fully write the scene. You just will get alot of kissing, hugging, gropping but my scenes are mainly emotion over action anyway.
6. This story will be following the lives of two to three characters who are related in ways but in others wont have anything to do with each other tell the end. This will be longer then my normal five chaps.
7. I combined my mythology for the legends from my 'the legenderies sinned' story with out the sinned part and just the gods part.
8. Keep on the look out for culture and character notes after each chapter.
9. This is an importent note... LEAVE MY GRAMMER ALONE. Serisouly, I know it sucks, I know you want to help me improve. I do use spell check and all that jazz, but people, sitting there and pointing it out doesn't help me learn, as I learn differently then alot of people. I am planning on taking a glass this coming semestor and getting writing help, right now I want people to focus on.
A. Plot devolpment
B. Characters devolpment.
Please I know I got a few typos as I am typing these info/guidelines in the reply body. But don't sit and point them out, because I don't give a darn about it, I try tro improve all the time, I am always trying. Understand that. But for this fic, I ask for just two things. A and b.
Arrow a.k.a Akio is copyrighted to Yami_Ryu, I got permission to use this character design but was told I could rename. This character and the personality (well as close as I can get it) DOES NOT belong to me. She belongs to Yami_Ryu and I would not want to take her from her. ALL CREDIT for this character goes there.
All the others do belong to me though
well not pokemon. Pokemon not belong to me, or else I'd be all haha losers I'm rich you lose :O
Character list:
The Leading Ladies:
Name: Arrow
Age: 23
Species: black Lugia
Pic: Headshot
Profile
Name: Katera
Age: 16
Species: Persian
Pic: Headshot
Profile
Name: Isis
Age: She doesn't really say, but its around her thirties
Specie: Roseila
Pic: Profile
Name: Naoko
Age: 14
Species: Latias
Pic: Headshot Profile
Leading Men:
Name: Lord Ransom
Age: Old
Species: Arbok
Pic: Profile
Name: Jiro
Age: 21
Species: Ekans
Pic: Headshot
Profle
Name: Luke
Age: 25
Species: Latios
Pic: Headshot
profile
Name: Tor
Age: Not as old as Ransom
Species: Seviper
Pic: profile
Name: Gawain
Age: 30
Species: Pokemon something!
Pic: Soon!
name: Jack
Age: 15
species: (spoiler)
Pic: None yet
~*~
Side characters
Name: Lord Roal
Age: Old
Species: Shiny Latios
Pic: probably wont be one
~*~
Dead
Name: Glyph
Age: 50sh
Species: Arcanine
Pic: Probably be one someday
Name: Enoc
Age: 29
Species: Shiny Latios (Gray shade)
Pic: Probably wont be one
~*~
Not introduced yet:
None atm
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Part Two
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter thirteen
The day was hot, the heat could even be seen in the air and the sizzling sound of the sunrays echoed off the red colored sands. The red sand stretched for miles, the dunes each taller then the next, blocking in views of far off towns or cities.
The yellow sun was high in the sky, showing it was mid afternoon, only a small wind blew that would pick up a few grains of sand and blow them a few inches. The heat seemed to grow a little stronger before it dropped, as if the sun was shivering. Over a far sand dune, to the south came a form, it dashed over it with quick tiring speed, it was a man on a steed.
The steed wheezed, its coat was thick and it was not built for the desert life, it was a strange creature, built low to the ground and it scurried across it like a lizard. Its coat was a thick and curly, much like a sheep’s. It had a narrow snout and a forked tongue, with a horn on the tip of its nostrils and two above its yellow eyes. Its tail swayed as it scurried down the dune with a forced speed from its rider.
The rider was cloaked, his back ducked down as he tried to lay low on his steed. His eyes bulged from his head, they were white and showed no pupils, the reason for this was because his eyes were not two but hundreds of small eyes that could look in all directions. His back bulged under the cloak. His hard skin was a dark shade of orange and his hands that held to the reigns were not multiple fingers but one large clump with a possible latch like a claw but more moveable.
His many eyes could see forward, to the sides and behind him. And he knew he was being followed. The parasect man attempted to gulp but his mouth was to dry. He knew he wasn’t going to get far. He saw the form race over the dune; the assaulter was on a more desert based steed. A creature that had long legs and flatting feet, covered in shiny blue scales and a long neck, the dragon like steed was gaining and gaining fast. The creature lowered its head and bellowed as its rider kicked its side. The steed’s balancing tail whipped about behind it as it pushed on its tiring limbs.
The form on the steed was broad shouldered and had a long strong neck. White hair waved about behind the being as the hunter narrowed on the prey. The race continued, the man having no idea where he was going but he knew he had to get away. The hunter knew this prey was going no where and it wasn’t getting away.
The victim continued to flee and the attacker to follow, the thick coated dehydrated steed gasped for breath its mouth open and drool escaping, foam developing on the sides. The man bit his hard lip, his feelers before them constantly testing the air. He smelt flesh in it, he smelt life, and he was near a town. Maybe he did have a chance.
As if the follower could feel the hope in the air, a cry of pain bellowed from the woolly coated mountain drake and the steed fell flat onto its face, sliding down the sand dune and sending its riding rolling in a tumbling mess. The steed whined once it came to a stop and rose onto three legs, its back right claw rising as blood trickled down, a dagger was lunged deep into the beast’s leg. It would die in a few moments from wryness.
The parasect man coughed and patted at his chest, spitting out a mouth full of sand as he rose slowly from where he had stopped, the red sand fell off him back onto the ground. He looked around in a mad panic, his many eyes trying to spot his attacker. But finding no one he knew his time was limited and he quickly made his way over to his steed, checking its wound but he knew it was to damaged and the fact it was so tired meant it was useless anyway.
He glanced around once more and soon realized that he wasn’t alone anymore. A grunt was heard as he felt great pain in his back, well not his back but his fungus that grew on it, under his cloak was a flat growing mushroom, which stored nutrients and other vital things for him during tough times as this, it also made a good cover to protect himself. But still hurt as the assassin dug the dagger deeper, twisting her dark feathered hand so that the blade went deeper.
“Pl-please.” Begged the humanoid pokemon, “I swear I got the money, I just need a day, please.” He didn’t need to turn around, nor could he with a dagger in his fungus on his back, his many eyes could see behind him. Staring into two golden orbs, she was a tall woman, nearing six feet, her shoulders were broad and her neck long, her body was coated in a thin layer of black downy feathers. Her hands where thick and her fingers clunky but held a sort of grace that had been drilled into her from training.
Her mouth was narrow and beak like, though it was coated by the thin layer of feathers on every inch of her body. Her bird like features and long neck told him she was of a god’s bloodline. But she wasn’t acting like any chosen people. She had an ornament on her head, it went back behind her head like a horn, but was apart of her head like the skull, also coated in the feathers. Around her eyes were two even blacker hard casings, normal for her species, they went around and shot back passing her head barely. Her kind was usually a white coated species of pokemon but seemed she was a rare darker breed. A deadlier one at that.
“Your time was up three days ago, you were dead the moment you ran. My boss he is a patient man. He doesn’t like it when pathetic insecticide pokemon borrow money then run.” She chuckled, her voice was deep and rich womanly voice, that of a skilled assassin. Every movement she made, every look she had was analyzing for the perfect kill, for the perfect annihilation. But there was no one around; this was no marauder boss she had to destroy quickly and cleanly. She could have fun with this one.
She rarely had fun.
Another surge of pain echoed through the mushroom and into the humanoid pokemon’s mind. She now had two daggers into his back, he had seen it coming but there is nothing he could do, she was three feet taller then him, defiantly stronger and he was a simple carpet merchant. He should have listened to his mother and became steed tradesmen.
“I do not wish to die! Not like this!” he cried and moved a little, it was a mistake as the pain surge from the daggers in his back made him nearly fall over. The assassin released her grip on one of the blades and grabbed his shoulder then she sharply twisted the other blade so that it caused him even more pain. She ignored the scream that followed.
“I will kill you any way I please.” She hissed into his hole of an ear. Her tail raised, the long black limb waved back and forth, close to the tip were two sharp sparks, which had recently been sharpened. “Be it quick and painless…” her hand raised and ran over his head. “Or slow and painful.” With a jerk of the dagger another scream escaped him. A strange liquid oozed from the wounds, as while it was from a fungus it was apart of this man and it bled. The parasect withheld tears, barely, if they were in a town this death would be quick, if they were around people he would be dead long ago. But she was toying with him, playing with him.
He had to find another way, a way to end if faster. The assassin reached behind a fold that hung over her behind, she wore wraps around her fingers and wrists to hide certain scars. She wore tight fabric around her legs and nothing on her feet. A blood red sash around her waist and a gray thick cloth around her top, which passed across one breast then around her neck before crossing over the other and going around her back. This was the easiest thing she could move in.
“Scream.” She jerked the dagger once more and a screeching insect cry escaped him and he fell to one knee, causing even more pain to surge through him. He pushed away forcing her to withdraw a dagger from his hide as he simply tried to crawl and escape.
“… pathetic.” She hissed after him. She followed him two or three steps before grabbing his cloak and grinning madly. He could see her still and had no way of looking away as she brought her elbow up and down swiftly on the second dagger, bringing it the rest of the way through his fungus and into his back, cracking his exoskeleton. The scream that followed was worse then any of the others, as while the pain was bad before he had no idea what it was like to have the blade pierce through a part of his body that had true receptors.
“I could do this for hours you know.” She pushed him down placing her bird like foot onto his back. The man was being reduced to such dishonor and shame by a woman, it was not easy to bear but at least no one could see him like this. His sobs echoed as he could not think clearly. His mind growing numb from the pain, and the assassin was just starting.
She reached behind her and pulled lose another dagger, now having two in both hands, her tail swishing in excitement. She bent down now as she put the fresh dagger into her other hand with the dirty one. She shrugged and patted the merchant’s head.
“I got nothing against you bub, but boss says you gotta go and I want to make it fun.”
“… pet.” He hissed.
She froze a second, not sure if she heard him speak or just hiss. “What was that bug?” her eyes narrowed.
“Pet.” He said bolder, his white eyes looking at her, they he was looking at everything. “Slave, drone, you do everything he says don’t you? Does he fool around with you and you get dominated like a weak drake? Little pet has to be a good slave for her master….” His face had changed, it had become more cruel and determined, amused almost. But a scream followed and the image faded, the young merchant was once more on his face sobbing as two daggers were plunged into his fungus, he wouldn’t last much longer.
The assassin froze; she wasn’t sure if he had really spoken or if her imagination had gotten away from her. Being dark feathered the sun heated her up quickly, she often had illusions if she remained in the heat so long. She hated how most of her master’s land was desert.
The crying stopped as her lightning fast tail dripped with the cream colored blood of the parasect man, she had stabbed her sharp tail into his neck and easily ended his life with a quick flick. She was no longer amused.
~*~
The sounds of soft shoes barely came as a thin well groomed figure walked down a decorated hallway of a finished mansion. Its floors were marble and its walls had many windows and sunrays. But the figure walked with her head low, her eyes away from any others. She was a frail thing, built for one thing, to sit and look pretty. She had that down, she had too, it was a matter of life and duty to her, if she didn’t have what she was bred for, she wouldn’t be alive.
Her body was coated in a soft cream fur, almost white but not quite, her hair was a dark golden, which was not easily gained in a country where dark hair was dominant. Atop her head were two catlike hears that were tipped with black fur. Between her ocean blue eyes on her forehead was a red jewel that was inherited from her parents’ genes.
A long catlike tail curled up from her back and had a curl to the end of it. Her body moved with the grace of her feline blood and her head usually would be held high in pride that she was a clean blood, stunning Persian pokemon. Her ruby robes were revealing while her cat like nose and mouth were hidden behind a veil.
This was probably the reason why her head was low, why she dare not look anyone in the eye. Why she did not walk with the pride she should have for being such an accomplishment for breeders.
She was owned. Beauty did not come with out a price, she was a slave girl, born after many years of breeding from her parents slave inheritance, long ago one of her very great grand mother’s was sold away from her family to help pay off a dept. Over the years the slave breeder worked on creating a pure blooded Persian female, which was not easy to achieve as most pokemon species were cross breeds and finding a none damaged Meowth or Persian that had not be assaulted or used was nearly impossible. But it was done, and here she stood, a being of beauty and great pride to own. A trophy female to the one who had paid quite a bit to gain such a treasure, to be allowed to even touch her.
In a way she was a queen in some eyes, in another she was just a little girl, barely sixteen and all ready her body was filled with drugs and enchantments to make her grow into her true build quicker.
She was a late bloomer, her master is impatient.
She lifted her eyes towards the door, reaching up her hand which bore golden bands that were often chained to various things, she had ran more the once. She entered the room that was her master’s work room. There he sat, at the large table, the lord of the south and the marauder of the east.
Ransom O’dar was a greedy man who rose to power by being just what he is, a intelligent man raised to do one thing and one thing alone, gain power and respect. A noble goal at times and a down right selfish one at others.
The man was violet skinned and held the complication of a serpent, his face was narrow and his nose extended into a snout with a large mouth that remained shot most of the time, a flicker of a forked tongue every once in awhile. His orange eyes remained down at the paper, at the side of his neck extra skin flatted out into a hood with rather disturbing markings. The arbok man wasn’t unpleasant looking, he was a bit older then the Persian but he was a looker in his day.
He wore rich golden robes that were fit for the sultan and near by stood two body guards who watched the girl closely, either doing there jobs or the fact she was fair better looking then any other sixteen year old, but one forgets that most of it is induced by drugs and spells.
A flicker of a forked tongue and the arbok turned his gaze to his trophy; he had spent much money on just purchasing her at the age of seven, even more educating her. Any man could have an idiot treasure, but he wanted her to have more uses then to just make his compactors jealous (and other things), he wanted her to be able to handle his contracts and paperwork.
“Katera, you look lovely. The tonics are working I see.” He offered his hand to her and she raising her head a bit more approached and dipped it in respect before taking it.
“You are so formal still, that little slave girl in you.” He chuckled caressing her hand.
“Does it not please you?” she asked her eyes looking at his in alarm.
“You know what pleases me, my dear.” He replied simply, “How did your studies go?” he changed the subject. Her heard folded ever so slightly as she moved closer to the table, he didn’t release her hand though as he felt her soft fur. It was softer then usually, the tonics were working great. The underdeveloped young woman of only sixteen would soon of the mature body of an eighteen year old.
She used her free hand to grab the scroll she wanted and looked back at Ransom, he chuckled lightly once more and released her hand so that she could open it, and dipping her head in respect once more she rolled the scroll open and leaned over the table.
“I found several holes in this contract that you could use to your advantage.” She spoke as she began to read down it quickly, Ransom leaned up in his chair and placed a hand on Katera’s back as he glanced at the contract as well.
“Here and here.” She pointed out, “This doesn’t say second son or any offspring of the children after the first born. And here is a trading loophole as well.” She pointed but froze as she felt Ransom’s hand decide to venture farther south and sit on her rump. Katera licked her lips before she continued to point out the miner mistakes that could be used and also the ones that could be used against them.
Ransom listened of course, but he was being distracted by the pure bred female standing beside him, her perfume and her body was so distracting. Perhaps he was wrong spending so much on her classes; he just wanted to keep her locked away from sight so he could have her beauty for himself.
He had taken her hand in his free one as she continued to speak and kissed it gently, a snakes kiss though is not a very comfortable thing and the servant bit her lip in a bit of surprise.
“Ow.” She gasped and covered her mouth, which was rude of her to say. Her eyes snapped towards Ransom to see what he would do, the fear evident as she was the servant and he was the master, she had no right to speak out as if he hurt her.
But he wasn’t raising his hand to hit her or say anything to scold her, it seemed while she did not like how fake her body was with the hormone inducing drugs and spells, it got her one advantage. He didn’t want to strike her. But that was just one up on many of the downs.
He turned her around so she would look at him; her eyes looked down at once. Not wanting to show too much disrespect. He chuckled again and with a glance the two others in the room left. He reached up and ran his hand along the side of her face, before he gripped her arm and tugged, causing her to sit on his lap. Her tail curled around her as she grew a bit nervous.
“You act as if this is new.” He chuckled as he brought her head down so he could nuzzle his face into her hair. She remained calm and moved when he moved her, not resisting. She knew resisting was bad. Once he had smelled the unique aromas in her hair he turned her face towards his once more, her eyes were looking down once more and he knew she had gone into ‘I am a good servant girl’ mode.
He was growing tired of this mode; he could have any servant girl he wanted, but this one he had waited ten years for to be born and another ten almost for her to mature. This is his and he wants her to show him she belongs to him. But she was still young; she had plenty of time to love him like a woman should.
Not that he truly loved her, but he was in love with her beauty.
He tipped her chin and reached up pulling the veil down, revealing her full face. He smiled knowing that only he got to see her full face, only he got to see her with out these clothing. He felt the control and power he had over her, the moment she was born he owned her, the moment she became a true woman he was there.
She owed him everything, he made her who she was, and he made her this. She could have been with some ungrateful man, a man who would hurt her and harm her and prevent her from showing all of this greatness…
He smiled before leaning in and kissing her lips, the scaly lips were anything but enjoyable to her but the feel of his hands on her; the feel of his touch comforted her. Ever since she was seven years old she had been with this man, saw him as a father figure and now he was in a way her lover, though she didn’t love him like that… no, she knew was love was and this wasn’t love.
He protected her, and she was grateful.
She gasped a little as his hands were on her sides and moving up, rubbing her and playing with her, showing her what he expected from her every time he saw her. She leaned her head forward putting it onto his shoulder as his hands now were on her shoulders.
She bit her lip, knowing he wanted to do more with her then just play with her like this. She didn’t like it when he wanted this, she was use to it but still, the passion was there but the … love wasn’t. And it was empty.
“Good girl.” He whispered to her as he began to slide her straps south, wanting to have more fun before they both needed to return to there duties. The shoulder wraps were down now and he leaned her back and placed another kiss on her lips before kissing her neck.
She was feeling exposed and yet she kissed him back, she was told that giving something back sometimes made the master’s happier…
Then the unexpected happen, the door flew open and a reptilian black scaled man stepped in.
“Arrow’s back, Rans- oh um, wow I got good timing.” The red toothed man chuckled in nervousness as he wasn’t expecting to find Ransom with his trophy at such a moment, though being the mind in the gutter kind of guy, he wasn’t unhappy about it.
Katera let out a short scream flinging herself against Ransom’s chest trying to cover her exposed fur. Ransom instinctively rose to his feet sending the Persian to the ground, tears filled her eyes as she turned away covering herself.
“Tor you better have a damn good reason for barging in unannounced.” Snapped Ransom, annoyed at being caught at a weak moment and the fact his right hand man had seen more of his trophy then he ever wanted any other man to see.
“Er-um… I do.” Tor replied as the seviper got a sheepish look. By now Katera had recovered enough to once more be covered and standing as she kept her back towards Ransom’s henchmen and was quickly placing her veil back on.
“Well? Out with it or I take your tongue.” Snapped Ransom as he turned to Katera just remembering her and whispering something to her ear, the Persian sniffled but nodded a little and he shooed her letting her flee the room in her shame.
“… Man can I get one of those?” Tor asked as he turned his gaze following after the embarrassed cat pokemon.
“Tor…” Ransom let the threat hang in the air which quickly caught the seviper’s attention.
“Ah well, Isis would kill me anyway. Arrow’s back, she made the kill and brought back what money that idiot had. Oh and Roal is here to see you, bye-bye.” The seviper quickly turned his robes of satin and began to attempt a quick exit when he felt a strong grip on his shoulder.
“I want a hundred gold coins from your stores for looking at Katera; you know the rules about her. Also… ROAL IS HERE?” snapped the lord before shoving the seviper aside and storming off down the hallway.
A second later and the seviper blinked his blank look fading. “… Oh damn your gonna tell Isis on me. That woman all ready has me on a tight leash.”
End chapter.
Info:
Breeders: humanoid pokemon who own a certian type of slaves and breeds them to be certian kind of servants, from field workers to sex slaves.
Chosen people: There are 'legendry' races of pokemon which are 'the chosen people' of a certian god, such as the suicune god has a chosen race, which just happens to be the suicune pokemon.
Race: Each type of pokemon and there evos count as a type of race, like we have races such as african, asian, smelly americans... (thats me) *takes a jab at her own contenent* the pokemon work like that too. Certian kinds are degraded as well, insect and some types of water pokemon are degraded because they are different.
Funny fact about a character: Katera is a character I have had since I was eigth years old, can you tell? her name is as cliche as they come! And she's drop dead gourgous... which shows how marysue I was when i was younger, but I still love the character, so I have been twicking her for a long time, I want a abnormally pretty character, but showing that beauty isn't bought... or in this case it is. I'm hoping to turn her into a believble character.
1. Pokemon are still pokemon, meaing that while they are 'anthros' or 'morphs' they still go by pokemon because pokeman sounds funny.
2. There are no humans. This is an alternate reality where pokemon evolved into a humanoid state because humans never came around. Yeah its simple, I didn't like the whole 'planet of the apes humans blew themselves up' thing.
3. If you don't like anthros, stay out. Seriously, I don't want to hear a peep abotu how 'I hate the anthros!' because this is the story and thats that.
4. My comp with my other two fics 'into my woods' and 'forsaken vessels' is down for the count and I am unable to write them. Thus I will be focusing on this story until I can finish my others. Once I can I'll wrap up into my woods so that I can focus on this and fv.
5. This story has a rating that is pending. Atm its 2:50 am and I want to write limse and fluffs. So there is going to be fluff. I will probably be going near the R range.
MAJOR NOTE: This story will probably go near the R to nc-17 range. Meaning I will be using perverted characters, indoundo even if I can't spell it and thigns that lead to sex scenes but I will not fully write the scene. You just will get alot of kissing, hugging, gropping but my scenes are mainly emotion over action anyway.
6. This story will be following the lives of two to three characters who are related in ways but in others wont have anything to do with each other tell the end. This will be longer then my normal five chaps.
7. I combined my mythology for the legends from my 'the legenderies sinned' story with out the sinned part and just the gods part.
8. Keep on the look out for culture and character notes after each chapter.
9. This is an importent note... LEAVE MY GRAMMER ALONE. Serisouly, I know it sucks, I know you want to help me improve. I do use spell check and all that jazz, but people, sitting there and pointing it out doesn't help me learn, as I learn differently then alot of people. I am planning on taking a glass this coming semestor and getting writing help, right now I want people to focus on.
A. Plot devolpment
B. Characters devolpment.
Please I know I got a few typos as I am typing these info/guidelines in the reply body. But don't sit and point them out, because I don't give a darn about it, I try tro improve all the time, I am always trying. Understand that. But for this fic, I ask for just two things. A and b.
Arrow a.k.a Akio is copyrighted to Yami_Ryu, I got permission to use this character design but was told I could rename. This character and the personality (well as close as I can get it) DOES NOT belong to me. She belongs to Yami_Ryu and I would not want to take her from her. ALL CREDIT for this character goes there.
All the others do belong to me though
well not pokemon. Pokemon not belong to me, or else I'd be all haha losers I'm rich you lose :O Character list:
The Leading Ladies:
Name: Arrow
Age: 23
Species: black Lugia
Pic: Headshot
Profile
Name: Katera
Age: 16
Species: Persian
Pic: Headshot
Profile
Name: Isis
Age: She doesn't really say, but its around her thirties
Specie: Roseila
Pic: Profile
Name: Naoko
Age: 14
Species: Latias
Pic: Headshot Profile
Leading Men:
Name: Lord Ransom
Age: Old
Species: Arbok
Pic: Profile
Name: Jiro
Age: 21
Species: Ekans
Pic: Headshot
Profle
Name: Luke
Age: 25
Species: Latios
Pic: Headshot
profile
Name: Tor
Age: Not as old as Ransom
Species: Seviper
Pic: profile
Name: Gawain
Age: 30
Species: Pokemon something!
Pic: Soon!
name: Jack
Age: 15
species: (spoiler)
Pic: None yet
~*~
Side characters
Name: Lord Roal
Age: Old
Species: Shiny Latios
Pic: probably wont be one
~*~
Dead
Name: Glyph
Age: 50sh
Species: Arcanine
Pic: Probably be one someday
Name: Enoc
Age: 29
Species: Shiny Latios (Gray shade)
Pic: Probably wont be one
~*~
Not introduced yet:
None atm
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Part Two
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter one: Death bringer and forced beauty
WARNING: Chapter contains TORTURE and FLUFFY TOUCHY FEELY and SOME NUDITY but not DETAILED
RATED DIRTY cuz I can't put a rating as people will read it anyway. In other words you have been warned, this fic will contain adult content that isn't detialed alot. .
WARNING: Chapter contains TORTURE and FLUFFY TOUCHY FEELY and SOME NUDITY but not DETAILED
RATED DIRTY cuz I can't put a rating as people will read it anyway. In other words you have been warned, this fic will contain adult content that isn't detialed alot. .
The day was hot, the heat could even be seen in the air and the sizzling sound of the sunrays echoed off the red colored sands. The red sand stretched for miles, the dunes each taller then the next, blocking in views of far off towns or cities.
The yellow sun was high in the sky, showing it was mid afternoon, only a small wind blew that would pick up a few grains of sand and blow them a few inches. The heat seemed to grow a little stronger before it dropped, as if the sun was shivering. Over a far sand dune, to the south came a form, it dashed over it with quick tiring speed, it was a man on a steed.
The steed wheezed, its coat was thick and it was not built for the desert life, it was a strange creature, built low to the ground and it scurried across it like a lizard. Its coat was a thick and curly, much like a sheep’s. It had a narrow snout and a forked tongue, with a horn on the tip of its nostrils and two above its yellow eyes. Its tail swayed as it scurried down the dune with a forced speed from its rider.
The rider was cloaked, his back ducked down as he tried to lay low on his steed. His eyes bulged from his head, they were white and showed no pupils, the reason for this was because his eyes were not two but hundreds of small eyes that could look in all directions. His back bulged under the cloak. His hard skin was a dark shade of orange and his hands that held to the reigns were not multiple fingers but one large clump with a possible latch like a claw but more moveable.
His many eyes could see forward, to the sides and behind him. And he knew he was being followed. The parasect man attempted to gulp but his mouth was to dry. He knew he wasn’t going to get far. He saw the form race over the dune; the assaulter was on a more desert based steed. A creature that had long legs and flatting feet, covered in shiny blue scales and a long neck, the dragon like steed was gaining and gaining fast. The creature lowered its head and bellowed as its rider kicked its side. The steed’s balancing tail whipped about behind it as it pushed on its tiring limbs.
The form on the steed was broad shouldered and had a long strong neck. White hair waved about behind the being as the hunter narrowed on the prey. The race continued, the man having no idea where he was going but he knew he had to get away. The hunter knew this prey was going no where and it wasn’t getting away.
The victim continued to flee and the attacker to follow, the thick coated dehydrated steed gasped for breath its mouth open and drool escaping, foam developing on the sides. The man bit his hard lip, his feelers before them constantly testing the air. He smelt flesh in it, he smelt life, and he was near a town. Maybe he did have a chance.
As if the follower could feel the hope in the air, a cry of pain bellowed from the woolly coated mountain drake and the steed fell flat onto its face, sliding down the sand dune and sending its riding rolling in a tumbling mess. The steed whined once it came to a stop and rose onto three legs, its back right claw rising as blood trickled down, a dagger was lunged deep into the beast’s leg. It would die in a few moments from wryness.
The parasect man coughed and patted at his chest, spitting out a mouth full of sand as he rose slowly from where he had stopped, the red sand fell off him back onto the ground. He looked around in a mad panic, his many eyes trying to spot his attacker. But finding no one he knew his time was limited and he quickly made his way over to his steed, checking its wound but he knew it was to damaged and the fact it was so tired meant it was useless anyway.
He glanced around once more and soon realized that he wasn’t alone anymore. A grunt was heard as he felt great pain in his back, well not his back but his fungus that grew on it, under his cloak was a flat growing mushroom, which stored nutrients and other vital things for him during tough times as this, it also made a good cover to protect himself. But still hurt as the assassin dug the dagger deeper, twisting her dark feathered hand so that the blade went deeper.
“Pl-please.” Begged the humanoid pokemon, “I swear I got the money, I just need a day, please.” He didn’t need to turn around, nor could he with a dagger in his fungus on his back, his many eyes could see behind him. Staring into two golden orbs, she was a tall woman, nearing six feet, her shoulders were broad and her neck long, her body was coated in a thin layer of black downy feathers. Her hands where thick and her fingers clunky but held a sort of grace that had been drilled into her from training.
Her mouth was narrow and beak like, though it was coated by the thin layer of feathers on every inch of her body. Her bird like features and long neck told him she was of a god’s bloodline. But she wasn’t acting like any chosen people. She had an ornament on her head, it went back behind her head like a horn, but was apart of her head like the skull, also coated in the feathers. Around her eyes were two even blacker hard casings, normal for her species, they went around and shot back passing her head barely. Her kind was usually a white coated species of pokemon but seemed she was a rare darker breed. A deadlier one at that.
“Your time was up three days ago, you were dead the moment you ran. My boss he is a patient man. He doesn’t like it when pathetic insecticide pokemon borrow money then run.” She chuckled, her voice was deep and rich womanly voice, that of a skilled assassin. Every movement she made, every look she had was analyzing for the perfect kill, for the perfect annihilation. But there was no one around; this was no marauder boss she had to destroy quickly and cleanly. She could have fun with this one.
She rarely had fun.
Another surge of pain echoed through the mushroom and into the humanoid pokemon’s mind. She now had two daggers into his back, he had seen it coming but there is nothing he could do, she was three feet taller then him, defiantly stronger and he was a simple carpet merchant. He should have listened to his mother and became steed tradesmen.
“I do not wish to die! Not like this!” he cried and moved a little, it was a mistake as the pain surge from the daggers in his back made him nearly fall over. The assassin released her grip on one of the blades and grabbed his shoulder then she sharply twisted the other blade so that it caused him even more pain. She ignored the scream that followed.
“I will kill you any way I please.” She hissed into his hole of an ear. Her tail raised, the long black limb waved back and forth, close to the tip were two sharp sparks, which had recently been sharpened. “Be it quick and painless…” her hand raised and ran over his head. “Or slow and painful.” With a jerk of the dagger another scream escaped him. A strange liquid oozed from the wounds, as while it was from a fungus it was apart of this man and it bled. The parasect withheld tears, barely, if they were in a town this death would be quick, if they were around people he would be dead long ago. But she was toying with him, playing with him.
He had to find another way, a way to end if faster. The assassin reached behind a fold that hung over her behind, she wore wraps around her fingers and wrists to hide certain scars. She wore tight fabric around her legs and nothing on her feet. A blood red sash around her waist and a gray thick cloth around her top, which passed across one breast then around her neck before crossing over the other and going around her back. This was the easiest thing she could move in.
“Scream.” She jerked the dagger once more and a screeching insect cry escaped him and he fell to one knee, causing even more pain to surge through him. He pushed away forcing her to withdraw a dagger from his hide as he simply tried to crawl and escape.
“… pathetic.” She hissed after him. She followed him two or three steps before grabbing his cloak and grinning madly. He could see her still and had no way of looking away as she brought her elbow up and down swiftly on the second dagger, bringing it the rest of the way through his fungus and into his back, cracking his exoskeleton. The scream that followed was worse then any of the others, as while the pain was bad before he had no idea what it was like to have the blade pierce through a part of his body that had true receptors.
“I could do this for hours you know.” She pushed him down placing her bird like foot onto his back. The man was being reduced to such dishonor and shame by a woman, it was not easy to bear but at least no one could see him like this. His sobs echoed as he could not think clearly. His mind growing numb from the pain, and the assassin was just starting.
She reached behind her and pulled lose another dagger, now having two in both hands, her tail swishing in excitement. She bent down now as she put the fresh dagger into her other hand with the dirty one. She shrugged and patted the merchant’s head.
“I got nothing against you bub, but boss says you gotta go and I want to make it fun.”
“… pet.” He hissed.
She froze a second, not sure if she heard him speak or just hiss. “What was that bug?” her eyes narrowed.
“Pet.” He said bolder, his white eyes looking at her, they he was looking at everything. “Slave, drone, you do everything he says don’t you? Does he fool around with you and you get dominated like a weak drake? Little pet has to be a good slave for her master….” His face had changed, it had become more cruel and determined, amused almost. But a scream followed and the image faded, the young merchant was once more on his face sobbing as two daggers were plunged into his fungus, he wouldn’t last much longer.
The assassin froze; she wasn’t sure if he had really spoken or if her imagination had gotten away from her. Being dark feathered the sun heated her up quickly, she often had illusions if she remained in the heat so long. She hated how most of her master’s land was desert.
The crying stopped as her lightning fast tail dripped with the cream colored blood of the parasect man, she had stabbed her sharp tail into his neck and easily ended his life with a quick flick. She was no longer amused.
~*~
The sounds of soft shoes barely came as a thin well groomed figure walked down a decorated hallway of a finished mansion. Its floors were marble and its walls had many windows and sunrays. But the figure walked with her head low, her eyes away from any others. She was a frail thing, built for one thing, to sit and look pretty. She had that down, she had too, it was a matter of life and duty to her, if she didn’t have what she was bred for, she wouldn’t be alive.
Her body was coated in a soft cream fur, almost white but not quite, her hair was a dark golden, which was not easily gained in a country where dark hair was dominant. Atop her head were two catlike hears that were tipped with black fur. Between her ocean blue eyes on her forehead was a red jewel that was inherited from her parents’ genes.
A long catlike tail curled up from her back and had a curl to the end of it. Her body moved with the grace of her feline blood and her head usually would be held high in pride that she was a clean blood, stunning Persian pokemon. Her ruby robes were revealing while her cat like nose and mouth were hidden behind a veil.
This was probably the reason why her head was low, why she dare not look anyone in the eye. Why she did not walk with the pride she should have for being such an accomplishment for breeders.
She was owned. Beauty did not come with out a price, she was a slave girl, born after many years of breeding from her parents slave inheritance, long ago one of her very great grand mother’s was sold away from her family to help pay off a dept. Over the years the slave breeder worked on creating a pure blooded Persian female, which was not easy to achieve as most pokemon species were cross breeds and finding a none damaged Meowth or Persian that had not be assaulted or used was nearly impossible. But it was done, and here she stood, a being of beauty and great pride to own. A trophy female to the one who had paid quite a bit to gain such a treasure, to be allowed to even touch her.
In a way she was a queen in some eyes, in another she was just a little girl, barely sixteen and all ready her body was filled with drugs and enchantments to make her grow into her true build quicker.
She was a late bloomer, her master is impatient.
She lifted her eyes towards the door, reaching up her hand which bore golden bands that were often chained to various things, she had ran more the once. She entered the room that was her master’s work room. There he sat, at the large table, the lord of the south and the marauder of the east.
Ransom O’dar was a greedy man who rose to power by being just what he is, a intelligent man raised to do one thing and one thing alone, gain power and respect. A noble goal at times and a down right selfish one at others.
The man was violet skinned and held the complication of a serpent, his face was narrow and his nose extended into a snout with a large mouth that remained shot most of the time, a flicker of a forked tongue every once in awhile. His orange eyes remained down at the paper, at the side of his neck extra skin flatted out into a hood with rather disturbing markings. The arbok man wasn’t unpleasant looking, he was a bit older then the Persian but he was a looker in his day.
He wore rich golden robes that were fit for the sultan and near by stood two body guards who watched the girl closely, either doing there jobs or the fact she was fair better looking then any other sixteen year old, but one forgets that most of it is induced by drugs and spells.
A flicker of a forked tongue and the arbok turned his gaze to his trophy; he had spent much money on just purchasing her at the age of seven, even more educating her. Any man could have an idiot treasure, but he wanted her to have more uses then to just make his compactors jealous (and other things), he wanted her to be able to handle his contracts and paperwork.
“Katera, you look lovely. The tonics are working I see.” He offered his hand to her and she raising her head a bit more approached and dipped it in respect before taking it.
“You are so formal still, that little slave girl in you.” He chuckled caressing her hand.
“Does it not please you?” she asked her eyes looking at his in alarm.
“You know what pleases me, my dear.” He replied simply, “How did your studies go?” he changed the subject. Her heard folded ever so slightly as she moved closer to the table, he didn’t release her hand though as he felt her soft fur. It was softer then usually, the tonics were working great. The underdeveloped young woman of only sixteen would soon of the mature body of an eighteen year old.
She used her free hand to grab the scroll she wanted and looked back at Ransom, he chuckled lightly once more and released her hand so that she could open it, and dipping her head in respect once more she rolled the scroll open and leaned over the table.
“I found several holes in this contract that you could use to your advantage.” She spoke as she began to read down it quickly, Ransom leaned up in his chair and placed a hand on Katera’s back as he glanced at the contract as well.
“Here and here.” She pointed out, “This doesn’t say second son or any offspring of the children after the first born. And here is a trading loophole as well.” She pointed but froze as she felt Ransom’s hand decide to venture farther south and sit on her rump. Katera licked her lips before she continued to point out the miner mistakes that could be used and also the ones that could be used against them.
Ransom listened of course, but he was being distracted by the pure bred female standing beside him, her perfume and her body was so distracting. Perhaps he was wrong spending so much on her classes; he just wanted to keep her locked away from sight so he could have her beauty for himself.
He had taken her hand in his free one as she continued to speak and kissed it gently, a snakes kiss though is not a very comfortable thing and the servant bit her lip in a bit of surprise.
“Ow.” She gasped and covered her mouth, which was rude of her to say. Her eyes snapped towards Ransom to see what he would do, the fear evident as she was the servant and he was the master, she had no right to speak out as if he hurt her.
But he wasn’t raising his hand to hit her or say anything to scold her, it seemed while she did not like how fake her body was with the hormone inducing drugs and spells, it got her one advantage. He didn’t want to strike her. But that was just one up on many of the downs.
He turned her around so she would look at him; her eyes looked down at once. Not wanting to show too much disrespect. He chuckled again and with a glance the two others in the room left. He reached up and ran his hand along the side of her face, before he gripped her arm and tugged, causing her to sit on his lap. Her tail curled around her as she grew a bit nervous.
“You act as if this is new.” He chuckled as he brought her head down so he could nuzzle his face into her hair. She remained calm and moved when he moved her, not resisting. She knew resisting was bad. Once he had smelled the unique aromas in her hair he turned her face towards his once more, her eyes were looking down once more and he knew she had gone into ‘I am a good servant girl’ mode.
He was growing tired of this mode; he could have any servant girl he wanted, but this one he had waited ten years for to be born and another ten almost for her to mature. This is his and he wants her to show him she belongs to him. But she was still young; she had plenty of time to love him like a woman should.
Not that he truly loved her, but he was in love with her beauty.
He tipped her chin and reached up pulling the veil down, revealing her full face. He smiled knowing that only he got to see her full face, only he got to see her with out these clothing. He felt the control and power he had over her, the moment she was born he owned her, the moment she became a true woman he was there.
She owed him everything, he made her who she was, and he made her this. She could have been with some ungrateful man, a man who would hurt her and harm her and prevent her from showing all of this greatness…
He smiled before leaning in and kissing her lips, the scaly lips were anything but enjoyable to her but the feel of his hands on her; the feel of his touch comforted her. Ever since she was seven years old she had been with this man, saw him as a father figure and now he was in a way her lover, though she didn’t love him like that… no, she knew was love was and this wasn’t love.
He protected her, and she was grateful.
She gasped a little as his hands were on her sides and moving up, rubbing her and playing with her, showing her what he expected from her every time he saw her. She leaned her head forward putting it onto his shoulder as his hands now were on her shoulders.
She bit her lip, knowing he wanted to do more with her then just play with her like this. She didn’t like it when he wanted this, she was use to it but still, the passion was there but the … love wasn’t. And it was empty.
“Good girl.” He whispered to her as he began to slide her straps south, wanting to have more fun before they both needed to return to there duties. The shoulder wraps were down now and he leaned her back and placed another kiss on her lips before kissing her neck.
She was feeling exposed and yet she kissed him back, she was told that giving something back sometimes made the master’s happier…
Then the unexpected happen, the door flew open and a reptilian black scaled man stepped in.
“Arrow’s back, Rans- oh um, wow I got good timing.” The red toothed man chuckled in nervousness as he wasn’t expecting to find Ransom with his trophy at such a moment, though being the mind in the gutter kind of guy, he wasn’t unhappy about it.
Katera let out a short scream flinging herself against Ransom’s chest trying to cover her exposed fur. Ransom instinctively rose to his feet sending the Persian to the ground, tears filled her eyes as she turned away covering herself.
“Tor you better have a damn good reason for barging in unannounced.” Snapped Ransom, annoyed at being caught at a weak moment and the fact his right hand man had seen more of his trophy then he ever wanted any other man to see.
“Er-um… I do.” Tor replied as the seviper got a sheepish look. By now Katera had recovered enough to once more be covered and standing as she kept her back towards Ransom’s henchmen and was quickly placing her veil back on.
“Well? Out with it or I take your tongue.” Snapped Ransom as he turned to Katera just remembering her and whispering something to her ear, the Persian sniffled but nodded a little and he shooed her letting her flee the room in her shame.
“… Man can I get one of those?” Tor asked as he turned his gaze following after the embarrassed cat pokemon.
“Tor…” Ransom let the threat hang in the air which quickly caught the seviper’s attention.
“Ah well, Isis would kill me anyway. Arrow’s back, she made the kill and brought back what money that idiot had. Oh and Roal is here to see you, bye-bye.” The seviper quickly turned his robes of satin and began to attempt a quick exit when he felt a strong grip on his shoulder.
“I want a hundred gold coins from your stores for looking at Katera; you know the rules about her. Also… ROAL IS HERE?” snapped the lord before shoving the seviper aside and storming off down the hallway.
A second later and the seviper blinked his blank look fading. “… Oh damn your gonna tell Isis on me. That woman all ready has me on a tight leash.”
End chapter.
Info:
Breeders: humanoid pokemon who own a certian type of slaves and breeds them to be certian kind of servants, from field workers to sex slaves.
Chosen people: There are 'legendry' races of pokemon which are 'the chosen people' of a certian god, such as the suicune god has a chosen race, which just happens to be the suicune pokemon.
Race: Each type of pokemon and there evos count as a type of race, like we have races such as african, asian, smelly americans... (thats me
) *takes a jab at her own contenent* the pokemon work like that too. Certian kinds are degraded as well, insect and some types of water pokemon are degraded because they are different.Funny fact about a character: Katera is a character I have had since I was eigth years old, can you tell? her name is as cliche as they come! And she's drop dead gourgous... which shows how marysue I was when i was younger, but I still love the character, so I have been twicking her for a long time, I want a abnormally pretty character, but showing that beauty isn't bought... or in this case it is. I'm hoping to turn her into a believble character.
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