1 Antagonist Ch1

*knock, knock*

Sobek opened his eyes blearily at the sound of someone knocking on his door. He pushed the heavy quilt off his body, blinking the sleep away, and squirmed to the side of his bed. It was a long way down, his sleepy mind informed him.

But then he woke up fully and remembered he had legs. Sobek quickly hopped out of bed, shucking off his sleepwear, and opened his drawers, going to throw on a simple shirt and pair of trousers. As his hand touched the shirt, he took a moment to look left, and right, and behind him. No one. Perfect.

"Be out in a minute, don't come in!" He shouted through the door.

Dressing like a proper noble for anything other than important events was stupid anyway. The frilled sleeves were itchy and the outfit took ages to put on. He would pay no heed to whichever person might try to force him into such stuffy attire, not on this day. After all, his uncle Larion had promised to take him to get his starter pokegirl today.

Sobek grinned wildly. His uncle was the second most powerful tamer in Port Kineya, and his Gyarados, Laera the Ocean Storm, was known all throughout Johto as a hydrokinetic to equal the best. There was a reason the Asra family ruled over Port Kineya, after all. His uncle was renowned, famed and highly skilled, and that was why Sobek admired him. Not because he used to buy him sweets and play games with him and all around be an awesome friend. Not at all. And he'd have you spanked if you contradicted that.

So he was excited. Incredibly so. The instant he was finished dressing himself, he spun on the stop and rushed to the door. He threw a quick "Sorry!" to the maid who he almost hit with the door, before sprinting down the hall towards the stairs. He started sprinting down the stairs two or three at a time, and made it to the bottom in under ten seconds.

Within a minute, Sobek Asra was stood by the door in bulky walking boots and a well-made longcoat. His posture was upright and sensible, and his clothes were clean and of high quality, fitting well on his fourteen-year old frame. His brown hair was cut short to shoulder length, and brushed carefully. To the untrained eye he appeared the very image of a distinguished young noble, albeit in more common travelling garb.

Inside, he was buzzing with excitement.

The door opened, and a large man walked in. He towered over Sobek simply by standing nearby, looking every bit a mountain, rather than a fellow human, with vast bare arms and a bulky vest. A huge hand patted at Sobek's head, and he wasted no time dodging it, running to his uncle's side and hugging him.

"Heya So" The man boomed. "Ready to go?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely!"

"What!?"

"Indeed, honoured uncle! I have awaited this day with great enthusiasm!"

He stared right at his uncle, a sarcastically blank look on his face.

"Ha, hahaha!"

"Hehehe."

"But really though, you're fourteen now So. Only in impolite company, and not to the public. Let's be off."

Larion strode off from the door, down the steps outside, and Sobek dutifully followed behind, as they proceeded down the spiralling scrap metal staircase. The Asra family house was perched on a cliff, like some animal of metal and wood. Around it, dozens of other pods and webs and constructs owned by some person or other were lodged into or hung upon the cliff face.

The stairs creaked ominously. They always had, a sound hinting at breaking and falling, but the metal had held for over eighty years and was unlikely to fall.

Below, the ocean fiercely crashed against the cliff as it always had, all frothing white foam and waves roaring over each other. There was that certain tang to the air that you only get on the coast, and the sea spray almost reached up to the top sometimes.

It'd used to be worse, Sobek had been told, and a man stood on the cliff's edge wouldn't have been able to hear himself think. But his uncle's greatest conquest had slowed that problem, if not stopped it entirely, and no-one had been torn from the cliffs and thrown to their death since before he had been born.

Sometimes Sobek wondered why Port Kineya was called that, being what amounted to a few hundred tons of metal shoved into a cliff face. Certainly, there would be no ships launching from these cliffs.

"Where are we going, Uncle Larion?" he asked his uncle as they descended, thin but sturdy metal ringing with each footstep. "Are we going to the Wavepool?"

"Now, So, you can't be getting something too powerful as your first pokegirl." Larion responded over his shoulder. "You aren't ready to handle something like that yet, so I'll help you catch a weaker one, eh?"

"But I want to get a Kingler! Or a Starmie! Something awesome! T-that is to say, I feel it would be appropriate for me to aquire something impressive and worthy of someone of my stature." Sobek coughed awkwardly.

"Fraid not, So. We'll be going by the lab, like everyone else. But even if she's less than impressive when we pick her, a properly trained pokegirl will never stay weak, and you can handle that, right?"

"Of course!" Sobek growled indignantly at the idea. As if he could possibly fail to train even a weakling pokegirl into something impressive.

Soon they had come to a platform lodged in near the top of the cliff. Larion came to a stop, and pulled hard on the handle of a large, thick wooden door set into the wall, heaving it open.

behind the door was a tunnel which steadily lead upwards. Sobek quickly rushed through the door, getting out of the wind and noise and onto the flat, smooth, not-moving concrete floor.

He'd been here before, as part of his training to take up the role of an elite tamer. Many times, even. But this time was different.

This time he wasn't here for an educational class, or to study his lessers and participate in subtly scouting out threshold prospects. He wasn't here to legalise orders on his family's behalf or get hands on experience helping keep the unbonded pokegirls tame either.

No. Today he would be given his first pokegirl, and the fantasy he'd been living his entire life would become real. He would become a tamer, like his father and his uncle. Like every Asra should.

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Sobek walked straight forward, passing dozens of doors that led off into one room or another without hesitation.

When they left the tunnel, he and his uncle walked out onto small hilltop, bordered by a chain-link fence with yellow striped signs sporadically attached, overlooking a small forested area. In the half-shaded area under the trees, a trio of humanoid forms lay. A single white cloud lazily drifted past in the sky, and, just over the tops of the furthest trees, the sun was rising.

The place was almost tangibly gentle and calm. The rushing winds and roaring waves of Port Kineya were gone, replaced by winds that made the grass sway slowly. It was warm and bright, and the treetops almost seemed to shine.

A large metal-barred gate with several bulky ropes wrapped around it blocked exit from the fenced area, with a blocky concrete building as a gatehouse. It was here that Sobek rushed, not waiting even a moment for his uncle to keep up. He threw the door open with a "Woop!" and ran to the table that several folders had been left on. Red plastic chairs were scattered around the table.

Behind the table was a reinforced window that looked over a lower floor. several cushioned tables and stools had been left out in the room, and an array of metal cuffs and other bondage equipment lying on them hinted that these tables were not for eating off of. Well, not actual eating.

Sobek reached the table, jumped into a seat, and opened the furthest folder to the left excitedly. This was the folder that detailed recent acquisitions of threshold pokegirls, especially those brought in from inside Kineya. And he was looking for one specific entry, that, if his assumptions were correct, would be almost as good as an elite pokegirl from the Wavepool.

"Hmmm... Charlotte Beringal... projected form... dratini? Nice, I knew it would be something like that!" His finger slid down the page as he scanned over it. "Conditioning... what?"

He looked again.

"Uncle Larion? can you read this over, double check it for me?"

Larion walked over from where he had been closing the door and peered over Sobek's shoulder, looking at where his finger pointed.

"Conditioning stage, not-applicable. Location unknown."

"That's what I thought it said. But, how!?" Sobek's face twisted into an expression of anger. "Who the fuck lost track of an arceus-damned dratini! What about the minion I had watching her, eh?"

"Merkel, or Denson?"

"Engine, I think."

"Daniel Engine? Well, sorry to say, that lad ended up in the infirmary yesterday morning. Something about a head injury. Did you make sure to file the forms for the job?"

"No." Sobek slapped his hand to his face, groaning. He never liked searching through dozens of forms to find the right one for what he wanted, but now his habit of ignoring it had seen a dratini, an arceus-damned dratini, go mysteriously missing. Dammit.

"Well that'd be the problem then." Larion claps his nephew on the shoulder with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry yourself though. There's no way a new dragon type like that could stay hidden inside the port less' she got trapped somewhere. I'll be telling Adrax about this and she'll be tracked down in no time. Aint' no-one getting injured because of this."

Well, that was better, Sobek thought. Charlotte would be found soon enough, no one would be getting lasered to death because he fucked up, and by the time the wilful dragon type had been captured and trained for her new position he would probably be qualified enough to take her anyway.

She wasn't really all that impressive from what he remembered. Short, scraggly brown hair, rather loud. But threshold was one hell of a thing.

Threshold into a pseudo-legendary dragon, even more so.

Shaking his head at the stupidity of Past Sobek, who was clearly an entirely different person for whom he was not responsible, Sobek flipped back to the index, to check if any recent thresholds had become something interesting. While he could simply get a feralborn, he wasn't willing to deal with the lengthy process of habituating a wild beast to human interaction, nor did he want a pokegirl that had been here for years, like some of the more volatile ferals.

Going from the top, he scanned down. Sentret, poochyena, taillow, rattata, starly, sentret, plusle, pidgey, rufflet, surskit...

Geodude. That one might be interesting. He paged over to the appropriate file. One Rihanna Greaves, a girl he couldn't remember meeting but who was listed as a fourteen year old with long brown hair pre transition, which had turned grey. Her skin had turned the same stony colour, and her eyes a solid black. Promising, he thought. Extensive mutations often indicated power after all.

But then he came to the entry on her apparent combat ability. And there was one thing the instructors reiterated time and time again.

Weak.

Rihanna's stone armour barely stood up to a human's assault, and had crumbled the instant a fellow testing pokegirl, an eevee, had Quick Attacked her. And her attacks were even worse. Superior to simply throwing rocks, but not by much.

There was assuredly potential there, just as there was with all pokegirls, but Sobek really couldn't have such for his important starter. In keeping with this decision, the notes on her motivation to improve being less than exemplary was just icing on the cake.

Next.

A venipede. Not something he'd usually go for. Sobek was a fan of big, flashy attacks that raged through the arena destroying the ground and the walls as much as the enemy, and nothing was more awesome than a proper Tsunami or Hydro Cannon. A bug-girl with poison attacks who couldn't collapse half a dozen buildings with one attack if her life depended on it was nothing in comparison, even if it's evolved forms were much better.

But it wasn't the species or the admittedly impressive power she reportedly had that got his attention.

It was the name.

Kenya Blackthorn.

Sobek blinked for a moment, glancing at his uncle who was sat at the table scribbling away at some papers he'd pulled out of his pocket.

He looked back to the paper again. Fucking what!?

It was well known that there were no completely pure bloodlines in the world. Even the noble families that presided over various towns and cities would sometimes have a girl or two become a pokegirl. But when they did, they almost always did one of two things.

One, they would give the girl to a family member who would look after her and keep her within the clan, as it were. This was the more socially acceptable one, and officially was what was always done.

Or two, they would scrub all paperwork and evidence of her identity, and arrange for her to be anonymously sold off to someone as far away from their lands as possible.

In neither case would the girl in question be found in the keeping of a tentative ally, listed to be handed out to starting tamers like any other with her identity intact.

And yet there it was. The Blackthorns were the dragon masters, the rulers of the arrogantly named Blackthorn City, in the north-west. They were some of the most powerful tamers of Johto, and a more intimidating sort it'd be hard to find.

And a girl from their family was being kept here, ready to be handed out like she wasn't a prize powerful men and women the world over would kill to have.

Here, on literally the other side of Johto.

Sobek considered pointing out what he'd found. But given what he knew about the situation? This had 'diplomatic incident' written all over it. And while the Asra were powerful enough, the Blackthorns were much more so. And they would be pissed if they found out Kenya was still legally a Blackthorn, and in the keeping of the Asra without their permission. Even more so, if she was the property of an Asra.

'Welp, at least it'll be a better kept secret if I take her' he thought, as he circled her entry, reading it again and making a mental note to have someone destroy this file. A quick thought had him blot out her name with his marker as well.

Kenya Blackthorn, venipede. Sixteen. Quick as hell in a fight and with ferocity to match, according to the reports. She had skin, hair and eye colour mutations, and antennae on her head. Her conditioning was only in the preliminal stages. But no matter. She would break easily enough. Untamed pokegirls always did. It was, simply enough, a fact of their biology.

He unclipped her file from the binder, ran over, and dropped it into the chute in the corner before retaking his seat.

"Made a choice already, So?" Larion questioned.

"Indeed, and a damn fine choice it is too! You'll be surprised though I bet, heh,"

"Hmmm. Let me guess. A water type, a bulky one with elemental attacks."

"You'd think!" Sobek responded with a huge grin. He folded his arms and leaned forward over the desk to observe the floor below.

"You wouldn't have picked anything else so fast. What is it, then? A squirtle? a tympole?"

"Neither, but I know what I'm doing here. Just watch and wait."

"Of course, So. Lookin' forward to it."

Three minutes later, the door opened to admit a lab assistant, complete with white coat, leading a naked purple-skinned woman by a leash attached to her collar. A bulky head-harness not only blindfolded and gagged her, but covered her ears, keeping her in near-total sensory deprivation. She shifted her shoulders slightly, futily trying to adjust her armbinder, the straps of which framed her bare breasts, displaying them. She followed him in small, hesitant steps, antennae twitching.

"Lords Asra." the lab assistant greeted quietly with a little bow.

"That shade... A venipede? Interesting, but why's she bound?" Larion grunted.

"A particularly fierce one, it was in the file. I can handle it, of course." Sobek lied, waving the orderly through and down the stairs, rising from his seat to follow them.

"I'll head back and tell Adrax to start getting ready for the battle trial, So. You think you got this?" Larion called as he walked to the door.

"Naturally."

Whoever had processed Kenya had been sensible enough, at least, to make up a reason for her to be gagged at all times. Once she was Alpha Bonded, her tamer would be able to keep her obedient, but until then it would only take the wrong lab tech in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the secret would be out.

the stairwell was steep, and the orderly had to place his hands on the pokegirl's shoulders to steady her when he lead her onto them, but soon enough they had reached the bottom, and the three of them walked out into the basement room.

The assistant handed Kenya's leash to Sobek, and quickly exited the room, but not before pulling down a hefty lever set into the wall. The large metal door was shut firmly behind him.

Shutters came down over the windows and with a soft trill, the lights changed colour to green, bathing the room in verdant light.

He lead Kenya over to a bar restraint, and gently guided her to lay across it before adjusting the clips to firmly fasten her to the frame in a bent-over position, ass openly displayed and tits hanging down.

Completely helpless.

He watched her trembling slightly in the frame in false sympathy. "Truly an awful time you must have had..." He drew his finger across the subtle glistening of her snatch, and it turned to amusement. She was trembling not in fear, but desire. "Or rather, quite the excellent time? Hard to think that such a slutty creature could have been a noble. But then, you can't hear me, can you? Let's fix that."

He hooked his fingers into the mechanism at the back of her head, and pulled a strap through, loosening her earmuffs just enough that she would be able to hear, and slipped the blindfold out of the apparatus.

Her eyes were a beautiful blazing yellow-orange, like the embers on the edge of a bonfire, but unfocused and weak. Within moments, however, they gained clarity, and snapped to stare into Sobek's face with an intense expression.

"mmmRRph!" She eloquently stated, straining towards him. Already, her body was covered with sweat, and she was moaning around the gag as she tried to achieve relief.

Sobek gave a sadistic smile. "Much better, isn't it, Kenya? To be able to see the face of your new master?"

The wanton desire in her expression was replaced for a moment with confusion as she was brought down from the high by having to comprehend words, before turning to shock as she realised what she had been doing.

She stared at him with an angry expression, and let out a "Hmph!" into her gag, clearly trying to defy his words even despite the conditioning she had already been through.

"You know, I think I'll even let you speak, just for now. I'd like to hear the moment you give yourself to me, wouldn't you?" As he spoke, Sobek pried open the fastening of the bit gag in Kenya's mouth, folding it to fit snugly to the strap still at the side of her face.

"Y-You know, you can't actually do this? I'm not meant to be here! You know my name, you have to know!" Kenya demanded in a voice that Sobek heard no real conviction in.

"Why yes, I suppose I do, Kenya. A Blackthorn, hmm? Quite the impressive heritage you claim there. You could definitely have been an important lady." Kenya nodded in agreement, but before she could respond he spoke again.

"Of course then you had to go and threshold, didn't you?" Sobek punctuated his words with a sudden twist of her nipple, earning a quiet "Nnh~". "To go from a valued, important, Human member of such a powerful clan to just a prize to be handed out as a favour, an animal worthy only of being a human tamer's pet?"

"I-aaAAH~!" Kenya's response was cut off by Sobek's other hand coming up to pinch her other nipple. His grin grew wider, watching her pant and moan under his fingers. He'd had pokegirls before, but never one who was prepared beforehand to be tamed, be bonded, by him personally.

"But you like that don't you, Kenya? No Human would like that. Certainly not a proper noble lady. But you aren't one, are you?"

Sobek withdrew his hands, placing one at his side as the other slowly traced the outlines of her lips. "You're just a pokegirl now. You're meant to be a slave. Your body demands it."

"N-no!" She responded weakly, even as her body writhed in the restraints, trying to push her hips back onto him.

"You can deny it now, Kenya. But we both know how this works. Will the girl you used to be submit happily to her new role? I can't help but think so, looking at you." He slides one knuckle inside her for a moment, and she gasps.

"Or will you fight, have your will broken to mine, become my plaything completely? Fight your own body, trying to escape the pleasure you'll feel, being my slave?"

"I w-won't! No! Y-you can't-Ah~!"

This time Sobek didn't even need to cut her off. She ran out of breath in the middle of her denials, and slumped against the frame.

He grinned, and with one hand popped the button on his trousers, sliding them down over his hips to reveal himself. He was already hard, and she was already deeply lubricated, so he simply aimed carefully, before thrusting forward, spearing himself inside her to the base in one movement.

"AAAAAAH~!" Kenya's eyes bulged out as she was filled, and she panted for more air even as she shook in her restraints, mind fracturing under the impossible feelings racing through every inch of her body like an entire storm's worth of lightning as she came harder than she had before in her life, and her mind was reshaped under the strain. The Alpha Bond that would link her mind inextricably to her master's began to form.

Then he shifted backwards, and another "AAA-H~!" leapt unbidden from Kenya's throat as the miniature thunderstorm of heat and pressure shifted through her body again, and the blank wall in front of her grew fuzzier.

Sobek smiled cruelly as he watched the helpless woman writhe and scream out to nothing on his dick, trying and failing to stay coherent and remember the desires of her conscious mind. It would have been better, he thought, if he'd gotten to know the actual person that this useless slut had once been. Had she been intelligent? Polite? Intimidating?

He didn't and would never, know. All there was now was the mind-fucked sex toy that would be his property from now on.

Though, calling her useless was rather harsh. As an independent person, that was certainly true. A pokegirl could never control themself, or look after themself like a human could after all. Just a helpless slut, ready to be forced under the power of the first threat she encountered. But as his pet, she had value. Much of it in fact.

He reached over Kenya's back and grabbed a fistful of her long purple hair, yanking her head back as much as the restraints clipped to her collar would allow, so he could stare into her face.

"Any complaints now, Kenya? Or do you surrender yourself to me?"

She stared through him absently for almost ten seconds before engaging some sort of thought process. Certainly not her independent and original ones, which had been mauled relentlessly. But thought all the same.

"M-mahstarrr~!"

"Good enough." Sobek responded, a cruel grin on his face as he thrust into her again, and again, starting to build up a steady rhythm of wet slapping noises and moans.

It was just moments till she came again, soaking her own legs in colourless trails of liquid and making the splat of their hips meeting again and again even louder.

*spltch, spltch, spltch*

With one last thrust, Sobek emptied himself inside his personal cum-dumpster, mixing his juices with her own and finding his own release to match the ones she'd experienced the entire time. He pulled out, his dick flopping against her thigh with a *Splat*, and started unbuckling her from the restraint bar.

With a heave, Sobek lifted the woman into his arms, ignoring the feeling of sticky liquid trailing down him, and carried her over to a laboratory style table. where he laid her face-down and started removing her restraints. The armbinder went first, and the complicated harness was carefully taken from her head second. He thought for a moment, before leaving her collar on.

With a shove, Kenya is lying face-up on the table, and it is a simple act for Sobek to individually pull each of her limbs to the side and manacle her. She may be much stronger than him, but she's also exhausted and even her subconscious mind recognises Sobek as her master and doesn't resist.

Once she's chained down, Sobek simply waits for Kenya to regain consciousness. It takes perhaps a minute, and the first hint of activity is when she blearily looks up at him and slurs "Eh- Ma- Wha? Wha's goin' on, how did, who th-"

He responds the same way he did before. A plunge inward, a heartfelt "AAAaahn~!" and a purple-skinned teenager writhing in place on his cock, scooting back and forth in the puddle under her cunt, soft, round tits bouncing on her chest.

Even if a pokegirl's body was almost purpose-built to be tamed by a human master, it wouldn't be done properly in just one act. A prospective tamer needed the stamina to exhaust the pokegirl sexually several times, and though pokegirl physiology made this far easier than it sounded, the more powerful, and therefore possessing of more stamina, she was, the harder it would be.

Kenya Blackthorn was not a powerful pokegirl however. Certainly, she was stronger, faster and much tougher than any human, and could shoot darts of poisonous death at will, not to mention any other attacks. But by pokegirl standards, she was a low-level minion. As such she could easily be tamed by a skilled new trainer, once properly prepared.

And properly prepared she was, Sobek mused, looking down at Kenya's shining body as she squirmed in her bindings, straining against chains with no give in them to force herself further down the rod lodged inside her.

A minute later, he came again, dumping it inside Kenya's tight hole before pulling out and shifting on his feet slightly. Another place, another position would be more fun now. But he wasn't here to have fun, he was here to irreversibly break this powerful girl's damaged will and bind her to his own. Fun as that sounded, it involved a lot of the same things, over and over.

Not that that wasn't fun, he mused, watching her heaving chest and twitching pussy, before pushing back in.

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Half an hour later, Sobek walked out of the shower and back over to his clothes, pulling on the trousers and shirt, but leaving the sodden jacket on the ground to be collected later. He picked up the discarded armbinder from where it lay, and walked over to stand over Kenya's unconscious body.

She was plastered head-to-toe in fluids both white and vaguely purple-ish, and leaking out of all three holes. Her firm, plum-like ass was pounded to an even deeper state of red than Sobek had found it in, and her limbs were splayed out randomly.

He was certain the taming had taken, and, if how Kenya reacted early on was any indicator, she had no intentions of trying to harm him. All the same, a 'ferocious and possibly dangerous' pokegirl should be kept restrained, so he pulled her arms into position behind her, curled up her fingers one-by-one, and slid it on before buckling it firmly around her chest, being sure to brush her tender boobs as he did.

"ah..."

Sobek smiled at his pokegirl's quiet gasp in her sleep, and stood up, walking over to the wall. He pushed the lever back up, and the shutters over the windows slid back up, clicking back into place.

The door opened, and the lab assistant walked back in, carrying a clipboard.

"Any problems?" he asked.

Sobek shook his head, and gestured to Kenya. "Of course not, everything was as expected. I assume my orders regarding the file were followed?" The man nodded. "Very well then. Just get her cleaned up and taken to the entry hall at noon, as planned. I'll need her ready for battle trials as soon as possible."

As he walked out, Sobek turned and spoke over his shoulder. "Make sure to gag her as soon as it's safe, as well. The file said to, and better to be safe."

The assistant nodded gratefully, and Sobek walked out of the room.

His calculated strategies for the battle trial he would face that afternoon had relied on elemental attacks, but a lot of them were built around tanky pokegirls just like Kenya, and she had a ranged attack too, according to the file.

He would lose, of course. But when your battle trial is against Lord Adrax Asra of Port Kineya, no one expects a win anyway. And he would put on one hell of a good show.