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Warning: this is an adult story and contains explicit lesbian sex, if you are underage or if it is illegal to view this in your contry/province/state/nation, don't.

Information: This story won't make a lot of sense unless you read up on the pokegirls universe first, for your convenience I'll add the link right here: http://www.angelfire.com/mn3/pokegirls/main.html

To avoid confusion, Jenna is a Pumara, information on which can be fonud by clicking the above link, scrolling down to 'pokegirl world pokedex' (bottom of the page, top middle in the table of links) and either doing a ctrl+f search or using the master list of links to find that particular entry.

Author's note: I'm a dirty dirty person. That's all you need to know.

Pokegirl Files

Friendly Initiation.

When I woke up, I wasn't in my room at the ranch. In fact, I wasn't even at the ranch at all, and it took me a few moments to wake up enough to process that and remember why.

A soft rustling sound next to me made my ears twitch and I looked over to see my bedmate snuggle a bit deeper into the blankets she had tightly wrapped around her. I smiled at the sight and resisted the urge to pet her or kiss her or some other such romantic nonsense. We'd been up really late and she deserved the extra sleep.

Watching someone sleep is a bit creepy, I'll be the first to admit, but I was going to be with her for a while and she'd been one of the most interesting mates I'd had, so I did it anyway, enjoying the peaceful look on her face.

Her shoulder length amber hair was tangled and messy from the tossing and turning she'd done during the night and partially obscured her freckle-dusted face. Her button nose and slightly pointed chin were covered in wispy strands of hair that moved as she breathed and I could see marks on her nose where the pads of her slightly too small rectangular glasses sat. Without them she definitely had a shy cutie thing going for her, even when she was asleep. Her smooth pale skin made a stark contrast to my uniform coat of dusty brown fur and my fully feline muzzle was nothing like her human face, but we'd made it work.

My tail swished through the bedding softly as I remembered how anxious she'd been last night, typical virgin jitters combined with a guilt. I was familiar with the type. Read a hundred books and articles about Taming to make up for a past mistake, but when the time came she blanked and panic set in. I'd been with virgins before, hell, I've got a certifiable virgin fetish, but she'd definitely been interesting.

I'd already alpha-bonded to her, which was odd, normally it took more than a single night for that to happen, but I wasn't going to complain. She'd certainly hit it off with me when she came to the ranch.

Any 'girl who's lived long enough and lived on a ranch for a year or two can smell a newbie Tamer from a mile off. In a way they're like virgins, even if they've tamed before. Always a little bit nervous and a whole lot excited, and she'd been no different, if more nervous than most. Granted, her dad pushing her into a room full of pokegirls and telling her to 'have at it' would make any newbie nervous, but she looked like she was going to pass out when we all looked at her in surprise.

She recovered quickly though, and after seeing her think on her feet long enough to avoid being eaten alive by the (playfully) hostile Pokegirls, and managing to gently spurn the resident Vixxen without being too mean herself I was suitably impressed and volunteered. The look on her face was hilarious, but she accepted gracefully enough and the rest was history...very amusing history, but history nonetheless.

"Mmph..." She rolled over suddenly, cutting off my wool-gathering. The deep breath she took signaled to me that she was awake and I put on my best early morning grin and waited for her to see me and the memories to come flooding back.

I wasn't disappointed at all.

"O-oh, um...good morning?" Her face flushed that magnificent scarlet that only the truly pale can and she looked like a scared Titmouse for a second before recovering enough to try for a semblance of dignity. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, very well. And you?"

"F-fine, thank you."

"It's nice to see you finally awake." I captured one of her hands in my paw and gave it a gentle squeeze, which was returned. "How do you feel?" I asked genuinely, trying to read her.

"A-about what?"

"Oh come on now, you know exactly what I'm talking about. There's no reason to be embarrassed about it, in fact it's decidedly in your best interest not to be. We had sex last night and it was your first time, how do you feel?"

"I don't hurt down there if that's what you're asking." She said dryly, fighting down her blush valiantly.

"I didn't think you would be, I'm talking about up here." I tapped her forehead gently. "Your first time is a big thing and everyone reacts differently. How do you feel?"

"Well, I feel...I dunno." She frowned thoughtfully. "It's complicated."

"Taming is going to be a big part of your life from now on, best you get used to talking about it." I wouldn't push any further, but I really wanted her to open up to me. It took her a few long moments, but she eventually did.

"Part of me is ecstatic, proud of myself," She sounded like she didn't like that part of herself too much, good to know. "But another part of me..." She glanced at me nervously. "Another part regrets it, sort of. On the whole I guess I'm kinda surprised, like I can't believe I finally had sex...also a little disappointed." She realized what she implied at the end a second too late and opened her mouth to apologize but I forestalled her with a paw to the lips.

"Congratulations, you're feeling exactly how everyone else felt." I patted her shoulder and continued my well-practiced virgin morning after speech. "I don't care how much you read about it or how much you practiced on yourself, nothing ever prepares you for the real thing, and don't worry about performance. It only gets better from now on, trust me, I'm in a position to know."

"Thanks." She sounded a little better and I mentally patted myself on the back, one more step on the path to a mutually enjoyable sexual relationship...hopefully. "I, um, I've heard stuff like that before but it's nice to hear it from the source, if you know what I mean."

"It's good advice, that tends to go around."

"I guess so." She timidly held her arm out and I moved closer, allowing her to rest it on my upper arm. "Do you mind if I pet you?"

"Any time." I grinned and snuggled into the bedding, mimicking her. "I love that. Oh, and by the way..."

"Yeah?"

I leaned forwards and gently pressed my muzzle against her lips, interrupting anything she was going to say after that. She was surprised at first, but rolled with it and I gave her a few moments of the best kissing I could muster. My paw came up to cup her cheek gently and I brushed her hair back, indulging in the two dumbest yet most loving gestures I knew.

"I'm honored that I got to be the first one you shared your body with. I'll always treasure the memory, no matter what." As many times as I've said that, it's always been absolutely one hundred percent true, and this was no exception.

"Thanks." Her eyes were a little watery, but I couldn't blame her. Giving up your virginity has a lot of emotion tied to it, and almost all the people I've deflowered got a little weepy the morning after. "But I hardly think I did well enough to deserve something like that."

"Performance has nothing to do with it." I countered, pulling her close and relishing her warmth against my fur. She snuggled against me instinctively, running a hand through the soft fur along my flank. "It was beautiful, and I can't wait to be tamed by you again."

She gave me a big smile as I dispelled some more of her worries and worked up the nerve to give me a quick kiss. She was still inexperienced, but it was very nice.

"I'm looking forward to the next time too." She said, smiling. She had a wonderful smile, it made her look like a four year old getting unexpected candy. "How often do you need to be tamed?"

"Every couple of days, but I won't say no if you want more." I nuzzled her cheek.

"How do I know when you need it?"

"I'll tell you." I said dryly. "I won't make you guess."

"Alright...hey, would it be okay if we just...cuddled for a while? We'll have to get and talk to dad later, but that won't be for a while judging by the sun." She pulled me a little bit closer.

"I'd love to."

After that we lapsed into comfortable silence, just holding each other. I shifted downwards and tucked my head under her chin in a symbol of submission and nuzzled her throat. Her arms wrapped around me more tightly and we spent I don't know how long doing nothing but touching. It was easily the best snuggling I'd received in years. If this was going to be coming my way regularly I'd be a happy pokegirl.

Eventually her breathing evened out again and she fell back asleep. I very carefully didn't laugh, seeing as I wanted her to get all the rest she could. Our little moment had gotten me a little horny though, and I couldn't quite resist the temptation to slip a paw between my legs and engage in some stealthy self-pleasuring, going slowly so as not to move the bed too much, and fantasizing about last night to keep myself going.

"Come on out Jenna, time to see your new home." Mistress' voice permeated my Pokeball-dampened consciousness and I felt the familiar electric rush of being released.

As always, I only had an instant to find my balance as I fully materialized, but I've had plenty of practice so I didn't fall all over myself like the first time I'd been balled.

I blinked a few times out of habit and looked around the room I found myself in.

It was obviously Mistress' bedroom. The queen sized bed with the gargantuan blue comforter hanging off three out of the four sides and multitude of overstuffed white pillows was proof enough of that, but I had to admit to being surprised by the other furnishings, or rather the complete lack thereof. The only other objects in the room were a desk with a laptop on it, a chest of drawers, and a full-body mirror.

The room had to be in the attic, because the white ceiling was a sharply inverted V shape that took the place of the walls, making the room nothing but one big elongated triangle. A single window on either end of the room admitted plenty of moonlight. Track lighting affixed to the central beam of the ceiling provided plenty of light.

"It's a nice room Mistress." I commented idly as I finally found the ladder that allowed access to the room.

"You don't have to call me Mistress, my name is fine." Her voice was tight as a Wigglyslut's pussy and I had to suppress a grin when I turned to regard her.

She was wearing the same clothes that she had when she came to the ranch, fairly nice blue jeans and a grey t-shirt that was loose enough to hide her figure without being tentlike.

"Alright Sabrina." I smiled without showing any fang. "What do you want me to do?"

"I-I just wanted to show you my room." She blurted awkwardly. I couldn't help but feel bad for her, she had virgin jitters bad.

"It smells like you in here." I said after taking a deep breath through my nose. "You have a very nice scent."

She had no idea how to take that. It was pretty funny.

"Thank you?"

"I'm serious. Some humans cover up with a lot of soap or perfume, off of you I mostly get..." I leaned closer to her and sniffed a few more times, causing her to lean back an equal amount. It was a little mean, but I couldn't help myself. "Spearmint and sweat, it's refreshing not to get a nose full of chemicals for once."

"I use homemade soap." She was at a total loss, and quickly started grasping at straws. "I could give you some if you like. Not that you smell bad! It's just..." I could the exact moment her mind went completely blank, and the subsequent terror that followed it. If she had been more experienced I would've dragged things out as long as I could and gotten a few laughs, but I took pity since she was inexperienced. I wanted her to have good memories of her first time, unlike me.

"That's okay. I have a feeling you're actually trying to initiate sex but have no idea how, so you panicked and said the first thing that came to mind." She froze and looked like a feral Donna in the headlights when I said that, and then winced when her mind caught up.

"That obvious, huh?" She asked in a small voice.

"It's hard to lie to this." I tapped a clawed paw pad against my nose. "You've been thinking about it for a while, I can smell some stale arousal on you. If you don't mind my asking, you're a virgin, right?"

"Yeah." She still wouldn't look me in the eyes.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of." I said assuredly. "It does make this a little more complicated though. Can we sit?" I pointed to the bed.

"I...I'm supposed to be the one in charge here." Fear sublimated into desire for control, basic human nature but still potentially disastrous. I'd have to defuse her before she got too upset.

"I'm not saying that you aren't, but I'd like to help you if I can."

"That's not how this is supposed to work." She apparently got some very old-fashioned instruction about being a Tamer, most progressive ones don't go for the assert-your-dominance ploy right away unless it's called for. "I'm your Tamer, I'm supposed to be in charge."

"Yes, you are." I said carefully. "I'm your Pokegirl, and I'll do as you say. I could dance for you, masturbate while you watch, you could tie me down and spank me if you wanted to. I'd beg for more and afterwards I could use my paws and mouth to give you the best night you've ever had." I got down on my knees and pushed my chest out slightly while keeping my head down, it was more than a bit melodramatic, but it was undeniably submissive, which is what I needed to show her if I was going to talk her down from the edge. "But," I continued very quietly. "If you talk with me first, I can make your first time much better than that."

"This isn't about that." She lied horribly. "I'm the Tamer, I'm supposed to keep you satisfied so that you don't go feral."

"Is that how you think it works? You get me off a few times, put me back in my ball, and go to bed?"

"I have a responsibility to keep you from going feral, that's what Tamers do. They tame their Pokegirls and keep the rest of the populace safe from the wild ones."

"On a basic level, yes, but there's more to it than that. Taming isn't about who gets off the most or who finishes the hardest. It's about a relationship."

"That sounds like something out of a story book." She snapped. I didn't look up, but I could tell she was crying. She'd definitely gotten burned in the past. I had no way of knowing by who, but there's no way someone gets that bitter without some bad experiences.

"Yes, it does, but it's true. Do you want to know what it's like to be feral? I ran away from an abusive tamer and ended up in the Green Sea for a whole year, that's how I came to be at the ranch. I know what it's like to go completely feral." I gave her that information, normally something I save until I get to know a Tamer, to get her morbidly fascinated. Manipulative though it may have been, it never failed to work.

"Sure." She said dubiously.

"It's like having a permanent concussion. You can't think clearly, your mind is foggy, and you can't fully control your actions. What little mind you have left is so fragmented it can barely function. Imagine trying to survive when your higher brain functions are just suggestions instead of actual decisions, and the whole time you know there's something better, but you're afraid to try and find it because you're not sure."

"It's my job to keep you from getting like that. By taming you."

"Yes, taming is what grounds us back in reality, lets us figure out what's real. It pieces us back together, but," I snuck a peek up at her. Red eyes, wet cheeks, a hot mess. "Taming is much more enjoyable, and effective, when there's a bond between the participants."

"Pokegirls have dozens of partners over their lives, how can you bond to all of them?"

"We don't, most of our taming is...quantity over quality."

"So you're saying you're all longing to settle down with one other person and live happily ever after?" Her voice was snippy, but she was interested, which is what I needed.

"No, I think having just one other partner puts unreasonable demands on them, and there are some species who wouldn't tame the same person twice if they could get away with it, but this is getting off topic." I chanced taking the lead and bringing the conversation under my control again. "My point is this: you've never had sex before and you're nervous, that's normal, completely normal. I have a lot of experience and I want to help make your first time something you'll look back on fondly for the rest of your life. Taming isn't just a matter of you getting me off to keep me from going feral, Sabrina. It's a two way street."

There was a long pause as she digested that, and I heard a few sniffles as she got herself under control. I kept my gaze down and ignored the way the hardwood floor was digging into my knees. Eventually she took a deep breath, and I looked up, knowing she'd made a decision.

"A-alright. Just give me a second, I need to use the bathroom." She said in a ploy to buy time to regain her dignity, a quick trip down the ladder in the middle of the room and I was alone. I heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the bed while I waited for her. I was happy to let her take all the time she wanted to compose herself. I used it to plan out how I would go about this. Quick freak out aside I was pretty sure she'd be okay, but you never knew.

When she finally came back up about five minutes later she looked much better. Her eyes were still a bit bloodshot, but otherwise she wasn't nearly as bad as she had been. She was even smiling a little. I smiled back and patted the bedding next to me in an obvious invitation which she took after a moment's hesitation.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you like that." She said as she settled in, not looking at me. "I was always told that my Pokegirls would challenge my authority in the beginning, so..."

"It's okay, there are a fair amount of 'girls who will do that. I wasn't challenging you though. I know how awkward the first time can be and I've had plenty of practice helping people through it."

"You've been with a lot of virgins then?"

"I helped a lot of Threshold 'girls at the ranch. It's pretty common for them to go into denial and refuse the taming they need, or they can't get it since they came right from home, not to mention the emotional shock. Most of them were edging towards feral by the time they accepted a taming."

"So you're saying I'm like a borderline feral Pokegirl?"

"No, I'm saying you're nervous and it's nothing to be ashamed of. Now is it okay if I ask you a few things?"

"Sure, go ahead." She was a bit more relaxed now, but it was a tenuous thing, and I still had to be careful.

"First off, why did you become a Tamer in the first place? You never said so back at the ranch."

"Family tradition. Dad was a Tamer, and so was grandpa, and great-grandpa. All the way back to the Revenge War." That explained the old fashioned attitude.

"Do you want to be a Tamer?" She gave me a dirty look and I held my paws up defensively. "It's a valid question. A couple of my Tamers in the past were forced into it."

"No, well, yes...I mean I did want to be a Tamer. I want to be a Watcher someday and the law is that you have to be an active-duty Tamer for five years before you can even apply to the training program."

"Alright, good. Now this is probably going to sound odd, but what's your sexual orientation?"

"How does that figure into this?"

"There's a difference between a straight woman going through the motions of a taming and a bisexual or lesbian who's genuinely enjoying herself."

"That makes sense I guess...and I'm bisexual," Her blush was back full-force. "But I'm mostly attracted to girls. Used to be the other way around but...well, I was stupid and I screwed up my relationship with my best friend."

"He didn't feel the same way?" I took a scientific wild guess.

"Yeah. Then I got stupid and tried to push it." Her head dropped into her hands and she made a sound of disgust. "Looking back on it I want to slap myself."

"You can't let the past hold you down." I advised, taking a risk and resting a paw on her shoulder. "You made a mistake, but brooding over it only hurts you. Acknowledge it, learn from it, and move on."

"Heh, you sound like my dad."

"It's something everyone needs to hear at some point."

"I guess so...is it okay if I ask you a few things?"

"That's what this is all about, getting to know each other. Ask whatever you want."

"You're a threshold case yourself aren't you?"

"Nope. Domestic, but my breeder's daughter treated me like a sister, so I grew up much more human than a lot of other 'girls. Do you have any kind of pre-sexual experience at all or are you completely new to all this?"

"I've uh, explored a bit." She blushed.

"You mean you've masturbated?"

"A few times."

"There's no shame in it you know. It's my favorite hobby as a matter of fact." I smiled at her, better to get her comfortable talking about sexual stuff earlier than later. "How much?"

"Uh..." She squirmed uncomfortably.

"Sabrina, we're going to be having frequent sex in the near future, talking about it is something you need to get used to. Do you really think I'm going to judge you because you masturbated?"

"No, I guess not." She admitted. She was still blushing, but a tiny smile quirked her mouth and there was a bit of excitement in her voice when she finished, reveling in talking about something forbidden. "It's not a nightly thing. A couple times a week I guess."

"Good, getting to know your body is important. You can keep asking me things you know, don't be shy."

"Okay, how many partners have you had?"

"I've always made a point of not counting. The tamings I got at the ranch were mostly just to keep from going feral, so they were more like taking medicine than actually having enjoyable sex, and when I was with a tamer...well, each partner was something different and unique, much more important than a notch on my metaphorical bedpost."

"That doesn't sound very...Pokegirl-ish."

"What? The not counting or the other bit?"

"All of it. I always thought that..." She frowned as she struggled to put a whole mindset into words.

"That taming was the center of our universe and that we weren't much deeper than that?"

"Not...not when you put it like that."

"It's okay, that's how the League views us. That's how most humans view us, but with few exceptions we're just as complicated and confoundingly contradictory as your average human."

"Sorry."

"Don't be, like I said, I understand completely." I stroked her shoulder slightly. This was good, she was much more relaxed. The question and answer routine was doing its job.

"Can I ask you more about taming?"

"Anything you want." I did my best to appear open and inviting, the more I could get from her about this the better.

"What do you like?"

"Don't worry too much about that right away, it's more-"

"I know, it's probably going to be awful, but I want to know what you like. I have a lot to live up to after all." She tried for a self-deprecating grin, but the anxiety was obviously back again.

"No, you don't. I don't expect you to be Hentai reincarnated, and the first time you're with a partner, no matter who or what they are, is a learning experience for both of you. I'm going to be learning just as much as you are when we tame for the first time."

"I still want to know what you like." She insisted.

"Alright," I gave in, since she wasn't going to let go. "I like it when my Tamers play with my ass, but I understand that some people aren't comfortable with it. My throat is also sensitive and I like getting nibbles there and love bites around my shoulders, and you can't go wrong playing with the base of my tail. Is there anything in particular that you like that you want me to do?"

"I don't know, I never got far enough to figure anything out."

"That's alright. We'll just have to figure it out as we go along. That's the fun part of all this." I went ahead and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. "Learning each other's bodies and figuring out how they work. It's like a puzzle, a sweaty puzzle that smells musky and makes fun noises when you solve it."

She burst out into a fit of giggles and I found myself joining her. She had an infectious laugh.

"I've never heard it that way before."

"Well I kind of made it up on the spot."

"I figured." She scooted a little closer to me and I wrapped her in a one-armed hug. "Is this okay?"

"Of course." I said, reaching my other paw up and stroking her cheek, which she obviously liked. "We can go as far as you want. We don't even have to tame tonight if you don't feel like it."

"I definitely want to." She said, leaning into my paw. "I just don't know how to do any of it."

"There's no right or wrong way to go about it. A lot of Tamers make the mistake of thinking of sex like a wreckball game. There are no rules, there are no officials and there's definitely no score card. Just relax, learn, and have fun doing it."

"Relax, learn, and have fun, huh?" She rested her cheek on my shoulder.

"Uh huh." I coiled my tail around her waist, which made her grin.

"Would you be willing to teach me?" She grinned at me, relaxed and natural for the first time since I left the pokeball.

"I would be thrilled." I responded honestly to the horribly clichéd question. "How do you want to start?"

"Well, um...How about like this?" She tentatively moved her face closer to mine, obviously going for a kiss.

I met her halfway, pressing my muzzle against her mouth softly. From then on it was a bit of a guessing game to figure out how things were going to work. My experience helped, but each new partner requires a new mindset, and I had to figure her out as much as she had to figure me out.

She'd probably never kissed anyone as far from human as I was, and it showed in her fumbling, but other than the different anatomy involved she didn't seem nearly as inexperienced as I thought she would. My arms wrapped around her on instinct and I pulled her closer, changing the angle of the kiss slightly so that her neck wasn't quite as strained by my greater height.

When she broke it off she was breathing a bit hard, but she was smiling and definitely more at ease than she had been, which was a good sign. She was also flushed, but that was more from excitement and budding arousal if my nose was right.

"That was good." She whispered, giving me a beaming smile.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." I responded, reaching up and brushing a bit of hair that had escaped from her ponytail back over her shoulder. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Yeah!" She gushed, then she realized how enthusiastic she sounded and toned it down, flushing even more crimson than she already had been. It was quite cute. "Uh, why don't we move up against the pillows, that way we won't have to twist around like this." She scooted up to the headboard, leaning back against the pile of pillows and trying to look like she wasn't as nervous as she was.

"Sure, sounds good." I followed her and settled down next to her on my side, ready for the enthusiastic kiss she planted on my muzzle almost before I was fully in position.

A few seconds of careful maneuvering allowed us to wrap our arms around each other while continuing our kissing, which she was showing herself to be surprisingly adept at.

This was good, the more comfortable she was the better our eventual taming would go. I just needed to make sure I was gentle all the way through and that she was thoroughly aroused before the actual event took place. That meant lots of kissing and petting and general foreplay. I hummed into the kiss as I felt my own belly heating up and my libido stirring. Yes, lots of stroking and tasting and rubbing was going to be needed. If that was the price I had to pay for her to have a good time, well then I guess I would just have to pay it.

It didn't surprise me when she tried to get tongues involved in the kissing not too long after we started, neither did it surprise me that she didn't know what she was doing. She made all the classic newbie mistakes: too much, too fast, too wet, but for all that she was willing to let me give instructions during the breaks we took in the interest of breathing, and having a blast learning, which went a long way towards making the whole experience much more enjoyable for all involved.

From there on things started heating up rapidly, I always made sure that she was the one that moved things forward but she was getting hot under the collar and her wandering hands showed it. She started off by literally petting me, running her hand up and down my back, but as I proved to enjoy any and all touching she initiated she was only too happy to start exploring even more.

I took the opportunity to start feeling her out as well. A quick paw over her side made her squirm and provoked a squeaky giggle, a soft stroke to the back of the neck won me a moaning sigh and a particularly passionate bout of kissing, and the backs of her thighs, though covered by her jeans, proved to be winners as well, though she wasn't comfortable with my touching her ass.

Not long after that she asked the inevitable question:

"Is it okay if I touch your breasts?" She'd been, by human norms, incredibly polite about not staring at or touching my chest at all earlier. Time to do something about that.

I leaned in and whispered into her ear, giving her my best bedroom voice: throaty, warm, and dripping with lust. "Sabrina, I'm all yours. You can touch me wherever you want." I leaned back and took her hands in my paws, slowly dragging them up my belly to my breasts and observing her reaction. Half glee, half surprise, all enjoyment. Perfect.

"You, um, they're very nice." She said distractedly as she fondled me. I purred in response and pushed my chest out, enjoying her ministrations. She was starting to smell very musky, prime for a few gentle nudges in the right direction.

"Thank you." I moaned, exaggerating my reaction a little. "If, mmm, that's nice, if you feel ready I'd like to see yours too."

"Mine? Um..." She froze, anxiety coming back in an instant. Even through the lust fogging my mind I noted, with some annoyance I had to admit, that she was pretty high strung. Switching between nervousness and excitement was normal for anyone sexually inexperienced, but she was taking it rather far.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of Mistress." I wheedled, albeit gently. "I'd love to see them." And touch them. And taste them.

"Okay." She hesitated for a second before sitting up and awkwardly wriggling out of her shirt and revealing a plain white bra and the source of at least some of her anxieties. Upper B-cup, tops. Poor girl, growing up surrounded by Pokegirls, most of whom have C-cups at the minimum and D or DD cups are common, could get any human girl a bit down on herself.

"May I?" I laid a paw gently on her hip, away from anyplace too sensitive, and waited for her approval before moving my paws up to her covered breasts. She only relaxed after I proved that I wasn't going to laugh, or even comment, about her small size and even then it took a while.

When she finally did calm down and get back into the swing of things she was quick to start exploring the rest of my body, gravitating towards my tail and thighs. We resumed our kissing for a while and I focused on stimulating her breasts through the frustratingly thick cloth, but I didn't have to for long since she surprised me and removed her bra not a minute after she originally fretted about letting me see it in the first place.

I beamed at her when she tossed the garment aside and regarded her ghost white flesh and erect brown nipples. She was definitely small, but had abandoned any negativity I'd felt towards small breasts years previous. It wasn't about size, it was about how you used them. Once she grew into herself sexually she'd be able to distract any guy (or girl) she chose.

I pointedly avoided the soft caresses that had proven to be more ticklish than titillating and gently cupped and squeezed them instead, putting years of practice to use. Before long she started to sweat and the scent of her arousal became almost overpowering. Deciding to take a risk I moved into a more dominant position and kissed my way from her lips, across her jawline, down her neck and towards her orbs.

She didn't resist me at all, and as I got closer she actually pulled my head down faster. Taking that for the invitation it was I lavished her breasts with as much attention as they could stand. The flesh had the almost springy firmness that smaller breasts tended to have, and it was pleasantly resistant to the onslaught of my tongue. The salt tang of her sweat mixed with the musk of her arousal and before I knew it my crotch was matted with moisture, not that I minded.

I worked my way in a horizontal figure eight around her chest, culminating by taking her right nipple into my mouth and suckling gently. Her pleased moans and the way she ground her crotch into my thigh were all the encouragement I needed to suck, nibble, and lick the pert nub and its partner until she pushed my head away.

"It-it's starting to hurt." She explained when she saw my disappointed look.

"Alright. What would you like to do now?" I stroked her outer thigh as I spoke, probably interfering with her train of thought.

In lieu of a verbal answer she fumbled with her belt buckle, struggling for a moment before she was able to slide her belt free and strip down to her white panties which, I was pleased to see, had a substantial dark spot.

"Do you want to take them off?" She grinned the naughty grin of someone doing something they thought they shouldn't.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I carefully trailed a single claw down her belly and hooked it under the waistband, tugging ever so slightly.

"Yeah, I wanna do this."

"Alright, lie back and focus on enjoying yourself, I'll take care of the rest."

"Wait, let me get the lights first." She had to arch her body up to reach far enough behind her to get to the dimmer switch on the wall, but since it gave me a fantastic view I didn't mind. When the lights were completely off she flopped back down. "Okay g-go ahead."

I waited for her to get comfortable on her back before I slowly pulled her panties down, revealing the treasure between her legs. Once she spread her legs apart, the very picture of nervous excitement, I got into position and started building her up for the main event.

I started with her thighs, kissing and licking my way from her left knee up to her inner thigh, then I switched to the other leg and did the same in reverse. She panted and trembled, bucking her hips occasionally and making soft sounds of excitement in the back of her throat. I repeated the process a few times, stoking her fires, but my own arousal was demanding that I get on with it, so my last trip was a little more rushed than the others as I licked my way up her inner thighs before placing my muzzle in front of her swollen vulva and looking up to her for permission, my breath stirring the thick patch of brown hair around her fleshy lips and making her shiver.

"I was going to shave, but the razor made me n-nervous." She stuttered when I exhaled on her and I felt my own labia soaking the fur between my legs.

"Don't worry about it." I murmured, admiring the sight before me. "I love it when my partners have fur down here, it's natural." I resisted the feline urge to groom her and met her eyes. "May I?"

"Y-yes." She nodded. I flashed her my best bedroom grin and then, being sure to put on a good show, I dipped my head down to take her virginity.

A few quick sniffs first, to enjoy the scent, then a few experimental licks through the matted fur to tease her and to gauge her reaction, a pleased moan. My paws came up and gently spread her lower lips open to reveal the treasure before me and I softly ran my tongue over each side in turn, priming her for what was to come. She tasted like she smelled: musky, salty, sour and bitter, I loved it. Her flesh parted as my tongue swiped over it repeatedly, drawing sounds of enjoyment from her that spurred my own need. I kept at it until she laced her fingers behind my head and pulled my muzzle against herself, urging me onwards.

I gave her what she wanted and took things up to the next level, the soft nub at the top of her entrance practically begged for attention, and I was eager to give it.

I ever so gently licked the flesh around the hood protecting her sensitive clit, familiarizing myself with her flesh and the music of her lust. She asked for more, for more speed, for more pressure, and I gave her both, but always gently, always carefully, and eventually it paid off.

After a luxuriously long session her helpless moans sharply increased in pitch and finally culminating in a breathy squeak that heralded her bliss. Her tunnel rhythmically contracted on my tongue and a small amount of extra fluid was released, which I was only too happy to lap up.

I kept licking her, albeit slower and softer, as she crested the wave and basked in the afterglow, trying to extend the experience as much as I could, eventually slowing to a stop and culminating by giving her lower lips a quick kiss.

Then I sat up and watched her relax. The tension and anxiety that was present in her face previously was completely gone, replaced by pleasant exhaustion. A smile touched her lips and her eyes had drifted closed, the very picture of contentment.

My loins were suggesting, almost violently, that I move her along and have her tame me, but I pushed those thoughts aside with an effort of will and instead laid down beside her and stroked her belly softly as she came back down. Her smile grew when I started and she subconsciously shifted position to get better coverage. It took her a minute to catch her breath and for the afterglow to fade, but the wait was more than worth it.

"That was really good." She murmured, giving me a warm smile. Her left hand came up and cupped my face and I purred at the contact, my libido again reminding me that it had yet to be sated. "I feel wonderful."

"Mmm...I'm glad." I leaned down and kissed her forehead. If we had been lovers for some time I wouldn't think twice about kissing her on the lips right after going down on her, but I refrained given how inexperienced she was.

"Now it's my turn I guess." Her brow furrowed as she tried to come up with a smooth transition and failed. "Do you want me to..." She made a vague gesture downward and I chuckled.

"You don't have to try oral if you don't feel up to it." I felt my smile become a bit strained as I continued. "Though I have to admit I'm rather...hot and bothered."

"Okay, how do you want to do this?" She shifted onto her side and looked at me attentively, completely unselfconscious. It was a good look for her.

"Here, give me your hand." She obediently laid her right hand in my proffered paw and I guided it over my belly and over my waist, bucking my hips shamelessly as it left a trail of tingling pleasure wherever it touched. My legs splayed of their own volition when our joined hands reached my crotch. "Now, pretend you're touching yourself." I purred. "Don't worry about making mistakes, I have faith in you."

My eyes fluttered closed and my mouth split into a rapturous smile as her fingers started to slowly stroke and tease my entrance. She played with my outer lips, softly pinching them and rubbing her thumb over them, spreading my fluids over what little area wasn't already wet.

"Is this good?" I mustered the focus to look at her and speak through the taming haze that had settled over my mind.

"Yeah, y-you're doing great." I moaned, arching my back. "You can be a little firmer if you like, your scent made me very wet." I arched my back and gasped as the motion pressed her fingers against my flesh.

"Like this?" She might've gotten a little firmer, but she was still obviously worried about hurting me.

"Harder. Don't be afraid." She started rubbing firmly and my legs started trembling. "Yes, Just like that!"

I started rhythmically bucking my hips out of habit and after a few missteps she quickly fell into rhythm with me, pushing just as my hips went up and relaxing as they came back down. For a few moments I wished she had a dildo or some other toy to use on me, but it quickly passed. She was good with her fingers, especially for a virgin.

I brought my paws up and cupped my left breast, lifting it until I could bend my head down and suckle on my nipple, indulging in one of my kinks. The added sensation sent a flare of pleasure through me and I knew I'd finish soon. Then I got another surprise out of my new mistress when I felt her mouth seal around my other nipple.

I mewled loudly in pleasure, inadvertently causing her to stop what she was doing, much to my dismay.

"D-don't stop. Please don't stop, that was amazing." I forced out. Instead of saying anything she just resumed where she left off. She learned quick.

She licked and sucked me as her fingers probed inside me until she found my g-spot and pushed me over the edge. Pleasure blinded me, building quickly to a summit of euphoria. Orgasm hit me hard and fast, sending waves of rapture shooting up my spine and from there branching out along every nerve in my body until I was suffused with utter bliss. My back arched high and I made indistinct noises in the back of my throat as my whole body clenched.

When the orgasm finally passed I fell back to the bed, completely limp, with an explosive exhale and relished the exhausted clarity and wash of hormones that always came after a successful taming. Sleep encroached on the state of calm relaxation that I was in, but I fought it off. It would have been rude after all.

"Wow..." Sabrina's voice came from my right. I cracked an eye and regarded her awed expression with amusement. "I'm...I'm kinda jealous."

I laughed, I couldn't help it. It felt good, my oversensitive body tingled as I giggled until I needed to catch my breath again.

"I'm sorry." I managed eventually. "I'm sorry, I always get a bit off-kilter after a good taming."

"So I, uh, I did well?"

"Oh, I think you saw the answer to that question." I grinned and wrapped myself around her, looking her in the eyes and feeling the pleasing tightness in my chest that signified an alpha bond forming. I kissed her briefly and hummed into it, trying to communicate the satisfaction and warmth I was feeling through my lips. "But to answer you, yes. You did wonderfully."

"Thank you." She shifted position and started petting me, running her hand up and down my back. I kissed her again in thanks. "Wow, you're awful cuddly all of a sudden."

"I'm always this way after I get tamed." I murmured. "Do you want me to get you off again?"

"Um, no, but thank you." I could hear the grin in her voice. "Could we just cuddle?"

"All you want." I confirmed. She took that as an invitation to fit herself as snugly against me as she could. She was very warm, and I got very drowsy very fast. "Sorry if I got a little intense."

"It's okay." She responded, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow. She yawned wide enough to make her jaw crack and closed her eyes. "I didn't mind...good night Jenna."

"Good night Mistress." I murmured back, licking her forehead affectionately before moving down and snugging my head under her chin while draping a protective arm over her at the same time. "Sleep well."

She stiffened in surprise for a split second before draping an arm over me and kissing my head.

"Sleep well, and thank you for making my first time amazing." The room grew quiet as the only sounds were our soft breathing and the occasional rustle of the bedding as one of us moved slightly. After a long long time she spoke to me again. Or rather it was directed at me, she probably thought I was asleep. "I love you."

Silly virgin sentiments. She'd only known me one day, one night really. She didn't love me, she'd just had sex for the first time and the heady mix of exhaustion, pleasure and affection was something she didn't know what to do with, but was easily mistaken for real love. It was as foolish as it was predictable, and I'd have to be careful how I handled her feelings lest I make it infinitely harder for anyone (pokegirl or otherwise) to get close to her in the future.

But, for right now, let her have her pleasant fantasies. I was indulging in my own after all. Lying here, wrapped around and wrapped up in a beautiful girl, relaxed and warm after a taming, it was so easy to pretend that we were actually in love and that I was actually being held by someone who loved me not for my fighting prowess, my sexual skill, or even something as simple as a fur fetish. Someone who was interested in me. Experience stemmed the flow of tears that threatened to leak from my eyes as my thoughts took a familiar downward spiral, but I curbed them with even more experience and sheer force of will.

I distracted myself by focusing all my being on committing the memory of our recent taming to memory, every sound, every scent, every moment of rapture. Scoring them indelibly into my memory so that I could cherish them later, when bad times inevitably came.

Sometime during that process I fell into a blessedly dreamless sleep.