Introducing Joy To The Harem

At the end of one of my English classes, Mabel asked me to stay after class. Half of me thought that she was about to tell me that she was pregnant - Rachel and Colleen both were by this point. The other half was concerned, since normally we met in her office, as that gave us more privacy and time.

"Sam," she said, opening a folder of files and extracting a single set of papers from it. They were neatly stapled together papers, with detailed descriptions of girls, complete with photographs of each in the top right corner. "I'm sorry that it's taken me so long, but I wanted to be as complete as possible," she explained, then paused for a moment. "May I see that?" I shrugged and handed it back, and she quickly flipped through it, a frown on her lips as she finished it off. "Sorry, I missed one," she noted, handing the whole pile back to me and going through her folder to look for the one she missed.

I took the moment to flip through the names, pictures, and descriptions of why I might want each. The girls varied in age, several of them not even being high school students, but one in particular quickly drew my attention: Joy Grey. She was a year older than me and had a lot of Psychic in her background, enough to read minds even before threshholding.

Since what had happened with Julia, obviously, things had become awkward with Rachel and Colleen. I wasn't sure my relationship with Rachel would survive, even if she returned Julia to me still intact after using her for sexual relief and sadistic pleasure. (Julia was very happy with the treatment, so I didn't feel any urge to hurt Rachel for bringing harm to my beloved. In some ways, it was a blessing - I was still working myself up to casually treat Julia as bad as I used to, now that I loved her from the depths of my soul rather than hating her.) Colleen, on the other hand, had seemed frazzled and sleepless ever since I had Recognized Julia, and her anxiety spiked sharply from that simple reality.

I understood the generalities of both their feelings: both of them were worried that Julia would somehow ruin my relationship with either of them. But I didn't know how to fix that, exactly, and a psychic would help to an incredible degree.

"Ah, here it is," Mabel said, handing me a single piece of paper - the girl on it was a cute black girl with the name Aisha Laporn. I just shuffled it into the pile quickly. "So, ahm, that's the best I can do, trying to find just... abstractly 'good' girls, I think. If you have anything in particular you want, then you can come to me."

"Thank you very much, Mabel," I told her, and she smiled warmly at that. I leaned in, kissing her softly on the lips, and there was the briefest widening of her eyes. "If you do thresh, you're in, for sure," I told her, the excessive energy of having a solution to my problems overwhelming everything else and making me just blurt it out. Mabel immediately perked up at that, a smile on her lips, something a bit anxious and giddy at once. "Bring Joy Grey to your office after classes finish, tell her whatever you have to."

"Yes, Sam," she replied, nodding quickly. "Whatever you say."

* * *

The moment I stepped into Mabel's office, there was Joy Grey - and she promptly started to strip.

She was a pretty redhead, with vivid golden eyes, circular inner marks on her iris representative of her Psychic ancestry. She had decent tits, but not exceptional, and a similarly cute-looking tight ass. "Well, thanks," she said, mildly, as she finished unbuttoning her top, spreading it wide, a bored look on her face. "Better when you can see it without the skin?" There wasn't a trace of genuine sexual interest in her words, and she just gave me a dull, unamused look as that thought crossed my mind. "If you want me to pretend to be someone I'm not, then we can call it here."

"No," I said, the words coming out almost like a snap. I didn't want her to leave right away, just because I had some mildly uncharitable thoughts. "I definitely want you, Joy."

"Thanks, Sam," she said, peeling her way out of her shirt, leaving her in just her bra. She undid her skirt and wiggled her way out of that in a very attractive fashion, her breasts bouncing from side to side as her ass wiggled about in response. When she'd taken off her skirt, though, she remained in a similar position, hands pressed against her knees as she wiggled her butt to make her tits continue to jiggle. "If you like it, I can do it," she said. Her voice was mild, disinterested, like she didn't really care one way or the other.

"Is that just how you sound?" I asked. Esme had a flat affect too, though it came off more robotic than bored.

"No, I'm genuinely bored. You're not the first Pet Owner to want me, and since I can tell if they're actually going to take me, I go through them fairly quickly. I mean, it was boring the first time, too," she noted, straightening up as she saw that I had stopped caring about her tits wiggling. "Oh, right - you're into Colleen, right?"

I felt a flush to my cheeks, and nodded - not much point hiding that from her, though it did create a strange sense of violation.

"I didn't pick it up on purpose, and I wouldn't have mentioned it, except that she's a Blank. I can tell she's there but she might as well not have them as far as reading her thoughts is concerned. Pretty rare, I think she's the only girl at this school who's a Blank, though they're hard to note. Mostly happens with people with a lot of Dark in their ancestry."

That did describe Colleen. Fuck. I was hoping she could tell me what to say to Colleen to make her like me - I guess I'd have to keep trying things out with Val, instead. "You can read everybody else? Including Rachel?"

"Yeah. You're her prospective owner, huh? Yeah, I can see why she's worried, since you Recognized somebody else." I guess to a Psychic, Recognition was incredibly obvious. "Anyway, you wanna fuck? I'm not super picking that up from you, but I was stripping because I assumed you wanted to. If you don't, that's fine too. I can just put my clothes back on-mmf."

I kissed her sharply, forcefully, on the lips, my hand going down to grope her ass a moment later. She barely offered any response at all to the kiss or the group, so I slipped my fingers into her panties, wiggling around to find her sex, starting to play with her. She quickly became wet, but she didn't exactly make much in the way of noise, so I intensified my finger inside her sex, wanting to break through that dull boredom. I held her face against mine, my tongue angrily invading her mouth, teasing her gums and palate as I started to apply pressure to her pubic mound, but there were no moans on her part.

I kept doing that for a full minute, my frustration building up as I got no response, despite the way I wiggled my fingers in different ways - faster, slower, side to side, against this wall or that, teasing her lower lips or clit. I finally broke off the kiss with a pant.

"If you like feeling up girls, keep going, but if you're trying to make me come, probably better to just fuck me. I guess the thought is nice?" She said, turning around and leaning over Ms. Mayberry's desk, looking our teacher in the eyes. "She likes it when you fuck other girls," she noted, glancing over her shoulder. "And not because they're enjoying themselves, since she likes this." Mabel squirmed a bit at those words, clearly somewhat nervous. "I guess not just because they're enjoying themselves." There was a pause, and I just admired her butt for a moment. "Yes, you can fuck me," she said, and that wasn't quite what I'd been thinking, but it was close enough - I peeled her panties down, letting them hold around her ankles, and then unzipped my own pants.

I was pretty fucking hard from my minute-long makeout session that had seemed to accomplish nothing. I just slammed inside Joy, grabbing her hips and starting to fuck like a maniac, pounding away at her tight pussy. It was surprisingly tight, given she'd explicitly stated she'd had previous Pet Owners that had tried to fuck her. "You feel great," I told her, as I tightened my grip on her hips. Her body slid back and forth from the sheer force of my thrusts, her elbows pressing against Ms. Mayberry's desk as Mabel watched the scene with a warm smile.

"Thanks," was her taciturn response. My fingers reached for her ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze. It was nice and tight, I mused, as I fucked her that little bit harder, growling faintly as I did my best to intensify my pace. "Come whenever you want."

"You haven't even orgasmed yet," I said, pausing deep inside her for a moment. Mabel didn't tend to come with me, but I hadn't gotten that same 'giving' vibe from Joy. Really, I didn't get much of any vibe - she was like a life size onahole.

"Yeah? I don't know. Play with my clit a bunch. That and a rough pounding normally gets me off before the guy. I'm fine with not coming, if you're fine with it," she said, with a casual shrug of her shoulders. I took a second to consider what to do, and I promptly slid my fingers around to her pubic mound, starting to tease her clit, and to slam away. She let out a soft pant at that, and I was glad to get some response from her, as I began to fuck away.

There was about thirty seconds of pure silence, as I fucked her in that position, Mabel's desk squeaking from the force of my thrusts. Mabel just looked up at me, a warm smile on her lips as she admired my face. Any annoyance I might have felt at Joy's general bored demeanor was easily overpowered by the joy of looking at my future Pet as she just smiled up at me like the sweetest thing. Eventually, though, the silence started to feel awkward. "You're pretty quiet," I pointed out. I wondered if maybe it was because she was too close to coming, so she didn't want to squeak?

"Yeah," she agreed, in that same dull tone of voice. My finger on her clit got more active. "If you want to make me come, move it very slightly to the left, and make it more an angled movement. Yes, like that," she clarified, once I found the position designated. She let out a soft sigh. "Oh. You want dirty talk from me?"

"Yeah," I agreed, instantly, interested in hearing what kind of dirty talk Joy would have for me. Every girl had their own specific sort, and it was always sexy to hear them.

"I am nothing but a passive receptacle for your lusts. Just use my body however you want. You can fuck my face, my ass, my pussy, my tits, or my thighs or something if you want to do that," she said, in a completely bored tone of voice. There was the trace of a quickening of breath there, and I could feel her inner walls squeezing on my dick, but in a sense, that just intensified her laconic, disinterested impression - she was closing in on an orgasm and she was still talking like that. "That work for you?"

To be honest - yes. It did. There was also something sexy about a girl that was acting, basically, like a dead fish, and I pushed myself further inside her, pounding away, leaning forward. "It's great. Keep going, Joy. Mabel, kiss me," I ordered, and immediately Mabel leaned forward, happily, hungrily kissing me as I rutted inside Joy's unresisting body.

"Okay, uhhh," Joy said, from beneath me, clearly trying to think of something. "Do you want me to just say your cock's amazing? It's like fiftieth percentile, but I can say that if it's your kind of thing."

I broke off the kiss for just long enough to talk. "Just keep saying the same kinds of things. Be honest," I told Joy, as I frantically, forcefully kissed Mabel again. There was something intensely pleasant about having her like this, knowing that she would almost certainly be mine. Her mother, both grandmothers, and all her great grandmothers, had all threshholded at 23 or 24 - so it was very likely that she would too. Julia, Colleen, Mabel - those three had guaranteed slots, as far as I was concerned.

"Right," Joy got out, then came. Her body spasmed on my cock, her pussy gripping down hard on my dick. She let out a low groan of pleasure as my dick just kept pounding away at her insides, but she didn't make any more noise than that, and when the vibrations and twitching finally ended, she spoke in that same lethargic voice. "That was fairly quick for an orgasm," she told me. "I might even come a second time during this sex. So, good job, I guess. I don't really care, though. If your finger's starting to get tired, you can stop frigging my clit. Just treat me like a masturbation aid, I don't mind."

There was something so intensely special about that line. I'd heard similar lines from the Tetsukatas, from Julia, but with them, it was half-playing (or wholly playing, in Julia's case). Joy really was like an onahole, completely indifferent to whether or not it was getting used. Her lack of care about her own orgasms was similarly unique, and Mabel had taught me that if the woman didn't care about coming, I didn't have to care about her coming either. My hand left Joy's clit, instead reaching under her bra to just squeeze and grope her tit.

"My breasts are basically just stress balls for you to use," Joy said. "You can use them whenever. Go ahead and squeeze as rough as you like, I've never minded any guy doing it, no matter how rough they got. I guess that's the Pokegirl in me," she noted, mildly, as my fingers all but mauled her tit. My other hand came up to do the same to the opposite breast, and I squeezed and mashed and molested them both with hungry energy. "If you want, you can grope me in school or during class, I don't really care. I mean, you might get in trouble, but I won't complain. Like I said, I'm a passive receptacle for your lusts."

At that point, I bottomed out inside of Joy, and started to come, groaning in pleasure into Mabel's mouth at the same time. I just came and came, and Mabel softly stroked my chees, lovingly touching me with that tender sweetness that was so uniquely hers, in contrast to the largely inert girl beneath me. When I was finished, I pulled out. "Do you want me to go on the pill?" She asked. "I'm your potential Pet, so I'll do basically whatever, just don't expect me to start going 'ooo your cock's so good, I'm coming my brains out,' or whatever."

"Uh. Pill for now," I told her. I had enjoyed her, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to 'keep' her. I pulled Julia's Pokeball off of my belt, letting her out. "How do you feel about lesbian stuff?"

"I'll do it if you want," Joy said, mildly.

"Ah, it was so sexy, watching you roughly use and abuse this girl, goshujinsama. Thanks for letting me watch," Julia said.

"You're welcome," I told her, giving her head a pat, and Joy glanced over her shoulder with some note of confusion on her face. "Clean my cum out of Joy's pussy," I ordered.

"Yes, goshujinsama," Julia agreed, leaning forward to start licking away.

"Uhh. Wait. I thought you hated Julia? But now you're... she's the girl you Recognized? You're not supposed to be able to Recognize people that, uh, you hate."

"I did hate her, but that was all a misunderstanding. I thought she was doing cruel things for no reason, but it was a mix of misunderstandings and being actually, sincerely kind," I explained to Joy, as Julia hungrily lapped at her pussy.

"Oh. I guess that makes sense." There was a brief pause. "You do know that she isn't bi or anything, right? She's disgusted by the pussy-eating, actually."

Julia pulled back then. "I like being disgusted during sex, as long as it satisfies goshujinsama," Julia explained, then pushed her face right back in between her thighs.

"Oh. Cool. Anyway. So you, uh, what do you want me to do? Other than let you fuck me."

"Um. Any advice you can give, I have a good number of girls that I like and want to keep satisfied, whether or not they become my Pets." Joy nodded along to that. "Plus... Julia kinda ticked off Rachel, earlier, so I'm worried about how things with her will go."

"Oh. Yeah, I did feel some drama there," Joy said. "You could just dump her, if your soulmate pissed her off."

Julia answered that, since she was the primary reason I hadn't. "I don't want goshujinsama to dump her! She's even pregnant with his child, so he definitely shouldn't dump her, I want to meet and help raise every single one of goshujinsama's children. Plus, it's all my fault that their relationship's bad, and I don't want to ruin any of goshujinsama's relationships! He should fuck every woman he wants to who consents - unless she's evil or dangerous, then he should Taming Cycle her into shape and then fuck her, regardless of whether she consents."

I grabbed the back of Julia's head and stuffed it back in between Joy's thighs. Julia let out a low moan at the degrading, forceful mistreatment. "So, are you willing to help?"

"You still thinking of taking me as a Pet?" I was hardly decided on the question, but I kind of liked her bored affect, and I was curious about her blowjobs. And her ass. And her tits. And her dirty talk. "Sure," she said, in response to my silent answer. "I can help you out."

"Bitch, clean my cock off of Joy's juices," I ordered Julia, who promptly pulled her mouth out of Joy's groin, then sucked me down to the base.

"Wow," Joy said, pulling her panties back on as she watched Julia go at it. "I didn't expect a Recognized couple to act like you two."

"Bitch is a crazy masosub," I explained, as the girl in question desperately slurped and bobbed on my dick, working off every drop of Joy's flavor from me. I knew I was going to wind up fucking somebody after she was done, I just wasn't decided on who, or how. "I'm lucky I misunderstood her, I'm not sure I'd have been willing to go half as far as I did if I'd realized what a good person she was from the beginning."

Julia popped off my cock, then, with a wet pop. "Don't worry, goshujinsama, I would have encouraged you to treat me like your personal bitch no matter what. To fuck and rape all three of my holes, to use me for your own satisfaction, to degrade and mistreat me. I don't think we'd be soulmates if you weren't into that," she added, with a big smile.

I let out a soft sigh at that. "I guess that's probably true. Back in the ball, though, I want to try a blowjob from Joy," I noted, popping Julia back in her ball before settling down in the corner chair of Mabel's office, spreading my legs wide.

Joy dutifully knelt in front of me, humming softly for a moment as she stared at my dick. "If you want, you can just grab my braid and use it to set the pace. I don't know what pace you like it at anyway," she noted, glancing up at me with those yellow eyes of hers.

I just did as much, grasping her braid tightly and starting to pound her face on my cock a moment later, my balls slapping at her chin as I roughly took her lips, tongue, and throat, just slamming vigorously away, her throat swelling again and again to accommodate my girth. She stared up at me all the while, eyes coolly considering me with an almost abstract interest, despite the treatment she was receiving.

She was still in her underwear, so I held her down in my groin for a second, reaching down to undo the latch on her bra; a moment later, she was sliding her way out of her bra, tossing it to one side. She didn't offer any apparent complaint about having my dick in her throat, so I decided to just hold her there, choking her on my cock, until she tried to force her way back or otherwise signalled her need to get off.

She smacked my thigh barely the moment I finished with the thought. Right. She could read my mind. I peeled her up and off, and she let out a soft sigh as my dick left her throat.

I admired her nearly-naked body, the only thing she was wearing being a black pair of sexy panties. She looked up at me curiously, my dick twitching in the air in front of her, but she just waited for my direction. "Oh. Did you want dirty talk? You can use my mouth to get yourself off. The only guy to seriously consider taking me in the past found it arousing to shut me up with his cock. That flavor didn't really keep its heat for him, but-mmf," she got out, as I shut her up with a slam of my cock into her throat, just filling her up in a moment, groaning as my balls slapped her chin.

"I do want to be honest with you. At the moment, I have three 'reserved' slots. I might give Rachel one, because I want to keep her," I explained, and Joy nodded around my dick. "I have four slots total," I noted. She nodded again. "But probably, not all four of those girls will actually get those slots. Obviously, one of them already has such a slot," I noted, patting the Pokeball on my hip, and Joy nodded again around my cock, as I continued to choke her out on my dick. "You're cool with that?"

I let go of her hair to get a proper answer, and she slid off in a smooth, mechanical movement. "Yeah. I mean, you're not thinking, 'yeah, I'll fuck this girl, but there's no way I'll take her as a Pet,' which is what literally every potential Owner I've had has thought. Plus, that's, what, Colleen, Julia, Rachel, and...?"

"Mabel," I said, sparing a glance for the gorgeous teacher, who smiled warmly again.

"Ah. Well, Rachel probably won't thresh, and there's a decent chance that one of Colleen and Mabel won't," she added. "If I threshed right now?" She asked, idly tilting her head.

"I'd take you, sure," I said. It wasn't like I had any other Pokegirls I really wanted to stick in a ball, after all.

"Cool. Then we're good. Want me to set the pace now, or?" I grabbed her hair again, starting to fuck her face roughly, just treating her mouth like my right hand and jerking myself off without the slightest concern. I leered down at her body - when she had her nose pressed into my pubes, I had a pretty good look at the heart-shaped curvature of her ass; when she had just my cockhead in her mouth, I got a great look at her jiggling, naked tits before her mouth got slammed down my dick again. Every movement produced a gorgeous look, and her breasts seemed particularly soft and jiggly, the flesh rippling with every pump into her mouth.

It was too much - I shortly had her ground into my pelvis, and I ejaculated directly down her throat, sighing in pleasure as I found sweet release. When I was completely spent, I peeled her up and off. "You can get dressed and go. I'll try your ass and tits later," I told her.

"Got it. You can fuck them whenever," she noted, as she collected her bra and started to pull them on. A minute or so later, she was looking presentable and fully dressed. "Bye," she said to me with a casual wave as she departed.

I looked over at Mabel. "You haven't sucked my cock since I confirmed that you're going to be my Pet," I noted to her.

"No, I haven't," she said, her voice soft as she all but slunk over to kneel in between my thighs. She kissed my hard cock. "Thank you, so much, Sam. Should I start calling you Master?"

I just stroked her hair and shook my head. "I like Sam from you, Mabel." I leaned back and let her work. Her style was the same as always, giving, attentive, sweet, and loving - but knowing that she was going to be mine, my Pet, gave the whole thing a uniquely delicious flavor.

I wished I had it with Colleen, but even knowing that if she threshed, she'd be my Pet - well, there was a good chance that she wouldn't, and where would that leave me? Colleen was only with me because of my Pet Owner's license.

Mabel, on the other hand - her odds of never threshholding were pretty thin. Esme had pointed out by simple use of Laplace's rule of succession, that was 8/9 chance. I just pet her as she put everything into pleasuring me with those soft and delightful lips of hers, her eyes staring up at me full of warmth and genuine affection. "That's a good girl," I breathed out, as she served me like the good girl she was.

I wound up coming in her mouth three times there, then going to her house and relishing the experience of being doted on by my future Pet.