2 CH2: Getting A Starter

The streets of Jackson were congested with people of all walks of life walking shoulder to shoulder. Sky scraping buildings covered the streets on all sides, only dwarfed by a massive wall that stretched across the city. One man shoved me hard out of his way when I stopped for too long. I fell into a pile of trash a little way off the sidewalk. For a while, I stayed there and searched through the forums that were impossibly clear in my mind's eye. Mistakes were made, but I could rectify them.

Right, what was I doing gawking? This city wasn't safe, and there was something I needed before I went to the lab.

I turned into one of the back alleys where normal people wouldn't dare go. There was something I needed that was only available in the back alleys. Forums talked about how the item couldn't exist or shouldn't be available until the late game. Skills discs that humans could use weren't a thing until much later in the timeline. They were invented by a doctor working for one of the big crime syndicates. Not one of the religious ones like Jehova but the one worshipping the machine gods of the Heavy Metal region. I was currently in the Geass region, half a world away.

After making several wrong turns in the alley, I found a yellow fire escape with chipped paint and pulled its latter down. This was exactly the right place. I checked the time to ensure the room's owner wouldn't be in. Once the fire escape staircase was down, I climbed up quickly to the third floor and entered the room. Books of sealing and cultivation littered the room. If I even touched one, a powerful cultivator would track me down and kill me.

My eyes scanned the room until I saw a box on his desk and slipped on some gloves. I scanned the room and found two styluses to use like tongs. With those in hand, I carefully moved the box to the side to reveal a piece of paper covered in numerous intricate layers of sealing scripts. This was the prototype of the eventual human skill disc. It shouldn't be here, and it wouldn't have been if I didn't run into Tyrone.

Allowing myself to run into Tyrone causes no end to problems. In the forums, some world explorers chose to jump out their windows instead of risking a chance encounter. The hidden cost was losing out on a skill that can only be acquired from a rank 3 Day attribute Waifu. It could be decades before I ran into one of those if I did everything right.

With that in mind, I touched my thumb against the center of the piece of paper. Information flooded my mind, and I had to bite my tongue to resist a desire to pray. A foreign will entered my mind, and I fought it with everything I had. This will had been detached from its originator and placed on a piece of paper; it should be a small percent of what it was originally. Still, I had to fight like hell to keep my hands apart and my knees from the ground. Minutes ticked by, and the feeling became bearable.

After returning the box and laying the styluses back where I found them, I slowly took a step back, retracing my steps. If I made a mistake, this world would become significantly more difficult. Even Tyrone wasn't anything compared to the crap I would be in if this guy found out I stole his skill. When my feet were back on the fire escape, I slid my body out and shut the window.

New Skill: Regeneration III – The user will heal quickly over time from damage taken; even major organs can be healed with time.

Regeneration III: Beginner 0%

I read the message and closed it before sighing in relief. While it was only beginner level, it was still the Regeneration of a rank 3 Waifu. Not only that, but it wasn't attribute-based and wouldn't clash with anything. A neutral skill like Regeneration was hard to come by and even harder to survive without becoming a simp. Simp was the status of someone who loses themselves completely to their waifu and becomes nothing more than a follower. It was the fate of most Waifu tamers. Their skills would eventually mutate them into monsters. Many monsters outside Jackson city were once tamers.

That's why the first taming session was monitored, and I ran late. If I didn't speed up soon, I wouldn't get any waifu, and all I would have to show for my detour was Regeneration. My mind went fuzzy for a second, but I shook it off. I survived the assimilation already without falling into a simp. Soon enough, I would be fine.

After a few more wrong turns, I made it to the lab. It was a massive sky-scraping building next to the city's nuclear reactor. I scanned my Tamer ID and walked in without any trouble. An assistant sitting at the desk saw me first and sighed.

"Are you sure you want to proceed? Unfortunately, there aren't any normal Waifus left." The assistant said without any preamble.

That was what I had hoped for. If I had leaped out the window and ran through the back alleys, I would have made it in time for a White version of a starter. Those are great, but I would miss out on the regeneration skill. They also attract more dangerous enemies in the wilds. Outside the walls, it's always mating season, and humans aren't the only ones who want waifus. A normal waifu would have been nice, and depending on my pick, I could have an easy early game and a hard late game or the reverse.

Then there was the Black version of the starters. Every taming session was so much more dangerous and rewarding. I could have a Night attribute waifu with everything that entailed. Monsters had trouble sensing them in the wild due to their nature.

I checked and double-checked the forums to ensure there weren't any better ways. Finally, when I was sure about my choice, I nodded. "A black version is fine," I said.

"Your funeral, we've had 12 become simps already to the normal starters. I can't imagine you surviving a black version of one." The assistant said.

I followed her into the lab, where Professor Cacao waited. The man looked up, and his eyes seemed to glow. The man was tall nearer to 7ft than 6, and had a broad chest. Compared to him, Tyrone was a pipsqueak. Even wearing a lab coat, I could see the professor's muscles straining against it. Nevertheless, the man was clearly a powerful Tamer in his own right. I had no idea how many skills the professor managed to amass over his long life or what level they were at.

"Zoran, it's good to see you made it. Unfortunately, I'm afraid we only have Black versions left; you'll have to try again next year if you want a white version or a normal starter."

I shook my head. "A Black version is fine. Could I have a Black Dinofu?" I asked.

"Zoran, I gave your father his first starter nearly two centuries ago and all of your brothers too. None became a simp. If you believe you can be the first to handle a black starter, then I believe in you." Those words made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Having someone who believed in me was a welcome change.

Before, I never received praise no matter how well I did. I didn't receive a better reward if I worked harder than everyone else. It only caused my coworkers to beat me up and my foreman to question my morality. In the new world, it was ok to succeed.

A weight dropped off my back that I didn't know I was carrying. Professor Cacao held up his hand, brandishing ten glowing rings around his arm. We clasped hands, and a ring appeared around my wrist before burning itself into my arm.

I bit my tongue as liquid glass poured through my veins. When the process finished, a single black orb transferred from the professor's ring to mine.

What do you want to name your waifu?

Alice, her name will be Alice. "Stacy, take Zoran to one of the monitoring rooms so he can pound his new waifu into submission." Professor Cacao said and winked at me. "Good luck, my boy; I'll send the footage to your old man if you succeed."

Stacy rolled her eyes and patted my shoulder. "Well, no backing out now, follow me."

Parents walked their children out of the lab in tears. Some had scales or fur sprouting across their bodies already. They failed to keep their sense of self before their waifu's power. Sure, they had some power within themselves, but their minds didn't survive the process. Either they would become monsters or a part of the waifu. No one said being a tamer would be easy.

Maybe one tamer out of a thousand made it a year, and one of a thousand of those lasted a century. After the first century, tamers could live for who knows how long. The century-old tamers were said to be able to fight legendary monsters like the Walking Forest, Dragon Infinity, Ghost Armada, and Comet Syphilis.

For me, that was a long way off. First, I needed to tame my first waifu. I entered the room, and Stacy closed the door behind me. The ring burned into my arm was easy to use. All I had to do was visualize the ring, which appeared readily. The black pocket dimension containing Alice rotated around my arm, waiting for me to summon her.

Slowly, I focused on it, and the ball shot forward and formed my waifu. Alice was a head shorter than me and covered in black scales with deep green eyes. She had a long black lizard tail that flexed from side to side. Alice parted her snout, revealing a mouth full of knife-like teeth, before retracting them and sticking her tongue out at me. The thick pink slimy tongue wiggled before sliding back into her mouth. She stepped forward, and I heard her claws clack against the ground. I saw her shapely thighs and the wet slit dripping between them. Below her thighs were her well-defined feet tipped with curved talons. Her hands each had five fingers with damaged scales around her knuckles. She had small naked breasts capped with dark nipples, black flowing hair, and two horns poking out the top of her head. Alice took a step forward, her breasts jiggled a little, and I felt my pants tighten. My waifu liked her lips as she crossed the distance between us.

I surprised her by lunging forward, kissing her snout, and reaching behind to grip the base of her tail. Despite her scales, she felt warm, and then her tongue poked into my mouth. I pressed my body against her to feel the contact and gripped her tail to know it was real. She felt better than I imagined, and there was so much tongue. Alice filled my mouth and then some, and I couldn't get enough of her. My eyes narrowed, and I pushed against those feelings. Alice let out a throaty chuckle, and those feelings of want continued to flow into me from her.

My blue eyes bore into her green as I slid a hand under her tail and rubbed at her slit. Waifus all had a mix of humans and monsters in them. So it was a toss-up if non-mammals had a separate vagina and anus or a cloaca. Thankfully I found two separate holes. My thumb rubbed against her butthole while my fingers dove into her wet cunny.

She raised a leg displaying both her flexibility and her talons. I thought the worst was going to happen when instead, she gently slipped her talons under my pants and cut them off me. The second my dick was free, she grabbed ahold of it and sank her hips. Suddenly I was pressed against the impossibly hot resistance of her virgin dragon cunny. It cutely dribbled over my dick as I played under her tail. Alice grunted before I finally slipped inside.

That's when I felt an intense desire for love, freedom, and adventure again. Alice hadn't wasted a second and ponded us towards the bed. It was all I could do to keep her from overwhelming my mind with pleasure and her own feeling. She wasn't a mere explosion but a constantly erupting volcano. When I thought I had forced her out, she was already attacking again. The worst part was she wasn't trying to overtake me.

I grabbed her tail for dear life as she slammed her hips down on me, trying to milk my dick for everything it was worth. Alice didn't hold back, and her dragon cunny gripped me in its tight rippling walls. I stretched her out, and she slammed down, shaking her hips. Again, her walls gripped me before Alice rocked side to side, searching for something before pressing me against a dimpled spot. She pushed out her tongue, and I reached up to kiss it. Alice licked my face, and I lunged at the little dragon. She had already shown me where she likes it, so I thrust hard and pushed her out of my mind simultaneously. There was a trick to it once I got a feel for the line where her emotions ended and mine began.

That line was my safe space; she could bombard me all she wanted, but as long as I kept that line, she couldn't overtake me. I slapped her scaly ass and pushed hard against her nubbed cunny tightening g-spot. She drooled over my face as I pounded her before rolling her onto the bed.

Her legs spread out while her tail waved back and forth. She dribbled like a faucet. I could stuff her, and she probably wouldn't feel a pinch. But her swollen, cunny lips couldn't be ignored. The mix of black scales and pink skin was too sexy to ignore. I pressed my meat stick between her cunny lips, and they closed over my dick. She clenched again, and I was in love and quickly ensured my line hadn't been moved or crossed.

I lowered my member, sunk into her, aimed for the spot she liked and felt my balls slap against her wet, scaley butt. When I pushed hard, she lifted her tail, pushed me in harder, and wrapped her arms around my back. I checked the line and felt something shift between us.

New Skill: Dragon Power I – The qi of dragons has awoken within you, granting increased speed, strength, and defense in exchange. Warning human bodies were not meant to handle dragon qi in any form. This skill will cause damage to your body while active.

Dragon Power I: Beginner 0%

She licked her lips. "You survived!" Her bright green eyes closed, and she hugged me even tighter. "I was so worried you wouldn't survive. I knew none of the others did with the other night kin, but you did." Alice's words surprised me so much that I came on the spot.

I felt a sucking sensation between my legs as I came. "What was that?" I asked.

"A tasty treat. Are you still you?" Alice asked.

"Who else would I be?" I asked.

"Some last until the end only to lose themselves after they cum. You didn't, so I'm happy. You also feel more like me now. I can't wait to leave this place and kick some ass. How about you, partner?" Alice asked.

"Call me Zoran," I said.

"Alright, Zoran, but I don't have a name; my mother kicked me out of the nest before I hatched."

That was really terrible. I came from a white pod and can't remember anything before the pod. But having a mother and being thrown out for being different sounded terrible. I could only move forward from that.

"I'll name you Alice," I said.

"I like it beware the might Alice and her Black Breath." Alice cheered and blew a gout of black flames from her nose. I felt her dragon power, and suddenly it clicked.

I searched for something similar and found the skill. After some coaxing, I grasped the power and poked at it until it seemed to get agitated and erupt. Pain filled my body even as I felt the soothing effects of Regeneration. My body was breaking down and regenerating faster than it could break. I didn't know how to turn off the dragon power.