Pokegirls - Dark Messiah

So, you want to know how come I look like this? Why I am a Tamer? Well, you’re in luck, because I will tell you the whole story...



It was a day just like any other day in The Mountian League, a mixture of sun and cloud, warm but not too humid, and a gentle breeze keeping everything in the right mix. All the children in the town of Kampa were outside playing, all except for one.

I was stuck working for my father. He was to cheap a man to hire anyone, so he used me like slave labor. My father owned a small goods store, you know the kind that sells Pokegear, camping supplies, groceries, and the like. Well my mother worked the cash, and I did everything else, while my lazy father just sat outside all day long chatting with his friends, or out gambling his money away.

I’m sure that this sounds like a nice little family business, well there is a darker side to this tale. Every night my father beat me for any little thing I did wrong, all about the body so that no one would see the bruises. Sometimes he beat me for the sake of beating me. Though I did endure a hell of a lot of pain, the constant beatings helped my body to produce muscle and scar tissue, eventually I was able to just stand there while he beat the hell out of me with a smile on my face. This really pissed him off, due to the fact that I did not react to his beatings anymore.

Eventually he just gave up beating me altogether.

But this wasn’t the end to what he did to me.

I said before that my father was cheap, and I meant it. He took all of our hard earned money and wasted it all on gambling, alcohol, illegal cigarettes, and whores. My mother knew all about what he did, but she did not do or say anything about it, to prevent him from beating her too. Yes, my father beat my mother, I don’t know how often he did it, but it became noticeable that the beatings increased after he stopped beating me.

Other than what I was able to sneak off the shelves at the store, our meals consisted of bland soup and moldy bread. Even our water was filled with sediment, not to mention what ever else was in it. Needless to say, this along with the beatings left my body fairly weak at the end of the day.

This went on for a long time.

When I turned 16, I ran away from home.

This was not my first attempt at running away from my troubles. I had tried on numerous occasions to escape the hell that was my life, but every time I was caught by my father and beaten to a bloody pulp. Of course I still had to work the next day, and the customers knew what had happened. Some of them even gave me some money, which I kept hidden from my father, to run away with.

By the time I turned 16 and was planning on running away, I had saved up nearly 4000 League credits. In the middle of the night, when my father’s snores could be heard all the way to the WAPL, (aided by a few sleeping tablets that had some how found their way into his alcohol...), I made my move.

Kissing my dear mother goodbye, I stole over to our store. Using the spare key that we kept hanging in the drainpipe, I entered the store. Once inside, I grabbed as much camping gear as I could handle, as well as plenty of food and changes of clothing. As I was leaving, I caught a reflection of light out of the corner of my eye, I placed my now full pack on the ground next to the door.

Walking over to the source of the reflection, I discovered what caught my interest.

A tall glass case stood behind the counter, it must have been a recent addition to the supplies, since it was free of dust and quite new. The interior of the case was filled with empty Pokeballs, Pokegear, supplies and Pokedexes. Quickly making a decision, I vaulted the low counter and began working on the lock.

Managing to open the cabinet, I grabbed a belt and six Pokeballs, which I quickly strapped on. Grabbing a small pouch, I filled it with as many supplies as I could fit into it, which I then added to the belt. Taking a black colored Pokedex from a shelf, I tucked it into the pocket of my “newly-acquired” trench coat.

Before I closed the cabinet, I opened up a compartment that was partially hidden in the bottom. Within this compartment I was surprised to find a couple of tranquillizer guns and tazers. Grabbing one of each, as well as a good supply of extra cartridges of tranquillizer darts, I closed the cabinet and made my way out of the store.

Without a backward glance, I left Kampa behind me forever.



I never did see my mother again. I was told that she had died a few days after I left.



The next few days I spent wandering the dense woods that surrounded Kampa at the foot of one of the many mountain ranges of the League. I spent my days wandering aimlessly, avoiding feral Pokegirls and the authorities, as well as any other Tamers I might come across with.

The nights were spent in fear.

Fear that I might be caught by my father? Fear of being attacked by a feral? I can’t say for certain which one was the strongest, but both were lurking in my heart.

On the seventh day since I made my escape, my luck had run out.

As I was making my way along a stream, all the ambient noise around me stopped, leaving only the gentle trickle of the current, and my labored breathing.

Suddenly there was a sound coming from the nearby trees. Not knowing what I was about to face, I reached by hands into my coat. In one hand the pistol was held in a firm grip, while the other hand held the Pokedex.

In the blink of an eye, a shadow flew across my path before me. Quickly activating the Pokedex, I hit the scan feature. The shadow crossed my path again, this time a few feet closer. This was enough for the Pokedex to make a scan. A few seconds later, information began to appear on the screen.

When I read what it said, my grip on the pistol began to waver.

....POKEGIRL MATCH VERIFIED......WIDOW....CAUTION...EXTREMELY DEADLY...CONTACT THE NEAREST POLICE OUTPOST AND RUN FOR YOU LIFE....

Looking up from the Pokedex, I managed to duck out of the way just as a razor-sharp claw sliced through the air where my head was a second ago. Going into a roll, I rolled away from a series of slashes. Righting myself, I stood and faced the thing that had attacked me.

Standing six feet away was the Widow. She must have been nearly 8 feet tall, her body was completely black with glowing red eyes. I could just make out the hourglass shaped mark on her abdomen. She looked straight at me and hissed.

Pointing the pistol at her, I began to fire. My first few shots missed, due to my trembling grip. Tossing the Pokedex to the ground, I took a two-handed grip on the weapon and fired again.

This time my aim was true. My fist two shots impacted on her right shoulder. The next three made a bloody trail across her chest, followed by two hitting her left legs. Quickly re-loading the cartridge, I rolled away from another attack.

Bringing up the gun, I aimed and fired. I hit her abdomen with two shots, two more shots went off into the woods, while the next few tailed up her back. She began to turn around to face me. Changing my aim, I fired four more shots. Two of which hit her left shoulder, while the other two plunged into her neck.

Howling in either pain or defiance, she lashed out at me.

I did not avoid her attack this time.

Her claw caught me just above my right eye, tearing it’s way down my face, throat, and abdomen.

Clutching my face in pain, I aimed the gun and squeezed the trigger.

Nothing happened.

I tried it again.

*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*

The ammo had run out.

Tossing the useless weapon to the ground, I reached into my coat, trying to find something to defend myself with. My fingers clasped around something hard. Pulling it out, I blindly tossed it at the Widow.

I collapsed to the ground, waiting for the beast to finish me off.

Nothing happened.

No razor-sharp claws tearing my flesh from my body.

No lethal injection of venom.

Not even it taking me away to pleasure itself with.

After a few more minutes of waiting, I slowly opened my left eye.

There was no sign of the Widow anywhere.

My head throbbing with pain from my wound, I slowly looked around. Lying a few feet from where I collapsed was the spent pistol. Near a tree was the Pokedex, which from this distance seemed undamaged.

My eyes widened as I looked at the ground before me.

Lying no more than two feet from me was a single Pokeball, it’s button pulsing a dull red.

“There can be no fucking way...” I muttered to myself as I slowly got to my feet. Walking slowly over to the Pokedex, I picked it up. Turning it on, I pointed it at the Pokeball and pressed a button.

A few seconds later, information came onto the screen.

...POKEBALL STATUS: FULL...SCANNING.....TYPE: WIDOW... .TAMER.....UNKNOWN....PLEASE REGISTER YOUR NAME INTO THE POKEDEX FOR TAMER ID....

Slowly, I inputted my information into the Pokedex.

....TAMER: FALLEN...IDENTIFIED.....UPDATING REGISTRY ENTRIES.....DONE...POKEDEX COUNT: 1 SEEN, 1 CAPTURED.....BADGES: NONE.... ALPHA: NONE SPECIFIED.....

Slipping the Pokedex back into my coat, I walked over and picked up the pistol. I was just about to walk away when I stopped. Turning around, I walked over and picked up the Pokeball. Holding the device at eye level, I thought for a few moments wether or not to keep it.

Placing the Pokeball back into my belt, I made my way out of the woods, and headed for the nearest Pokecenter.



The next thing that I remember is waking up and staring at a white ceiling with a single bank of flourescent lights. My right arm was numb and I could feel bandages covering half of my face, as well as my right eye.

Slowly moving my head, feeling my muscles scream with pain as I did so, I tried to look around. I got the impression that I was in some sort of hospital room before my head collapsed back onto the soft pillow.

I remained motionless for the next little while, for how long I am not sure, while I strained my hearing to it’s limits, causing my ears to begin to throb. Closing my eyes, I allowed the darkness to surround me.

I awoke to the sound of the door opening and closing. I lay completely still, my eyes closed. The soft sound of padded feet came from the door to my bedside. Slowly I opened my good eye and my breath caught in my throat.

There above me was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Even though my childhood was filled with suffering, I did have a couple of friends, one of which was a girl. Her name was Celiena. She was the same age as I was, and her father was also an abusive type. We shared tears of pain together, often venturing out in the middle of the night to see each other, which often got us more beating. We grew up together, and we even fooled around a few times, like young children often do. After her 15th birthday, I never saw her again. When I asked about her whereabouts, her father told me that they never had a daughter, beat me, then brought me to my father, who beat me some more.

But this girl before me was unlike my mother or Celiena. She was absolutely the most beautiful woman in the world. Her long brown hair was tied back by a delicate ribbon, and flowed down the front of her exotic gown. When she saw me staring at her, she smiled sweetly, which seemed to wash away all the pain in my body. On her cheeks and forehead were strange markings. I looked into her green eyes, and saw nothing but pure love and innocence.

“Poor young man.” her voice seemed to float upon the air to my ears. “Look what she has done to you....”

Her delicate fingers touched the bandages across my chest lightly. When she took them away, crimson blood stained her soft white skin. I was shocked when she wiped the blood upon her gown, staining it.

I opened my mouth to say something, but she placed her fingers on my lips. “Don’t say anything. You will need your strength to recover.” Pausing in thought, her cheeks began to blush.

Slowly she bent down and kissed me softly on the lips. My body reacted instantly at the sensation, and I deepened the kiss.

I thought at first that she would break the embrace, slap me, or something, but what happened next was completely unexpected.

Her tongue pressed against my lips, and when I parted them she pressed it in further. Encircling her tongue with my own, I reached up with my left hand and stroked her cheek.

Undoing a clasp on the front of her gown, she let the garment fall off her shoulders to the floor. Breaking the embrace momentarily to step out of the gown, I was able to get a good look of her perfect body, a little surprised to see that she was not wearing anything underneath the gown.

Moving my body a little to the side, she slid onto the bed with me, all the while kissing me passionately. She pressed her body up against mine as we began to make-out once again. I gasped in surprise when I felt her hand reach down under the covers and grasp my hardening cock.

She began to give me the best handjob I ever had. (I did say that Celiena and I fooled around together before she disappeared.). Reaching up with my good arm, I began to gently fondle her perfect breasts, playing with the nipples with my thumb, causing moans of pleasures to escape her lips.

Slowly moving my hand down her body, I found my way to her crotch. When my fingers brushed through the light triangle of brown pubic hair, she moaned again, grasping my cock harder in her hand.

Moving my hand further south, I was surprised to find how wet she was. Running my index finger along her slit caused her to moan in pleasure. I brought my hand back up to my lips and tasted her juices.

I was surprised at how sweet she tasted. I placed my still juice-covered finger near her lips, and she smiled at me as she began to lick her own juices off my finger. Once it was clean, I moved my hand back down her body and began to play with her pussy.

Stroking my finger along her slit caused her to moan and increase her own ministrations on my cock. Slowly I stuck my finger inside her, causing her to gasp. I was surprised at how tight she was. I began to finger-fuck her, slowly at first, then I increased my rhythm as she began to buck against my hand.

After a few more minutes of this, she cried out in pleasure as the dam inside her burst. Her vagina walls clamped down on my fingers as she orgasmed, sending her juices flowing down my hand.

She sighed and smiled at me. Bringing my hand up, we both eagerly licked all her juices off my fingers. All the while she remained a constant rhythm stroking my cock. Once my hand was clean, I whispered something in her ear.

She blushed, then giggled. Slowly, she re-positioned her body on the bed, placing her crotch before my face. I inhaled her sweet, flowery scent, sending my head spinning with her aroma.

Sticking out my tongue, I slowly licked along her slit, causing her to gasp and moan with pleasure. Planting a few soft kisses on her outer lips caused her to giggle. Working my way from her inner-thighs to her pussy-lips, I planted little kisses on her soft, creamy skin. When I suddenly thrust my tongue deep inside of her, she groaned in pleasure, thrusting her hips towards my face. Her outer folds of her vagina opened like the petals of a flower, exposing her pink pussy and clit.

I began to lap at her pussy like a dog, causing her to moan in pleasure. I concentrated on her clit, nibbling at it gently with my teeth. This caused her to howl in pleasure, sending juices flowing from her pussy.

As I continued on what I was doing, I was surprised when I felt her soft lips envelop my cock. Looking down at my own crotch, I saw her smile at me, then take my cock into her mouth once again. She began to bob her head up and down my cock, swirling her tongue around my shaft. This caused me to groan in pleasure. I quickly went back to licking, prodding and nibbling on her pussy.

Within minutes, we both exploded in an intense orgasm. Her juices flowed onto my face, as I worked hard to lap it all up. Exploding into her mouth, I was surprised when she swallowed all my cum, not leaving a single trace of it on my cock.

After a minute of getting our energy back from the powerful orgasms, she crawled back up and pressed her body up against mine. I was speechless. After a few more minutes of just holing each other. She began to move.

I thought that she was going to leave, but instead, she began to play with my cock again. Within seconds, she had it hard again. Smiling, she shifted her position and straddled me. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock, both of us groaning in pleasure as I entered her. She began to move her self against my cock, slowly at first, but steadily increasing with speed. Reaching up, I began to play with her breasts. Taking my hand in hers, she began to play with her own breasts. Her other hand reached down behind her and began to play with my balls.

Soon we were fucking so hard that the bed began to move, banging against the wall. Neither of us cared who could hear us, nor what consequences might result of it. We were in pure lust. I could feel my own orgasm begin to build again. Increasing our pace, we soon lost control and came together, more powerful than the previous orgasm.

Collapsing on top of me, my cock still buried within her, we both soon fell asleep.



When I regained consciousness again, the woman was gone. Moving my head to the side, I was surprised to find that my muscles no longer hurt. Looking down at the bandages across my chest, I saw fresh bandages, with no bloodstains.

Slowly I sat up, amazed at how well I felt. As I sat up, one of the wires that was attached to my body pulled free of a monitor. The room was filled with the sound of alarms coming from the machine. Within seconds, the door to my room burst open and a Nurse Joy ran into the room.

“Oh, my god. What has happened....” she began to cry, but stopped when she saw me sitting up in bed. “W-why are you sitting up? You should be resting.”

“I’m feeling much better.” I responded to her. “My wounds feel as if they’re fully healed.”

“That can’t be..” she said as she gently eased me back onto the bed. Walking over to a nearby cabinet, she withdrew a pair of medical scissors. She carefully began to remove my bandages.

As they were removed, her eyes widened in shock. “T-this is nearly impossible!” she exclaimed, as she removed more bandages.

Looking down at my chest, I was surprised to see that my wound had closed, leaving a long, jagged scar. She quickly removed the rest of my bandages. I slowly opened my right eye, and was amazed to be able to see clearly out of it. Too clearly in fact, as I sat there staring at my reflection in the mirror across from the bed.

Where the Widow sliced my flesh, there was a long, jagged scar, running down from above my right eye, all the way down to my mid-section.

“You poor man....” the Joy said as she ran her fingers along the scar. My skin tingling at her touch, almost feeling like my body was trying to heal itself under her touch.

“So, I guess that I am healthy enough to leave?” I asked her.

The Joy blinked at my question. Shaking her head she apologized and nodded. “Yes, you are healthy enough to leave.”

Spotting my pack leaning up against the wall, I got out of the bed and began to dress. When I turned around to thank the Joy, I was surprised to see that she had left. Shrugging, I finished dressing and grabbed my pack.

Closing the door behind me, I walked down the hall to the lobby.

As I entered the lobby of the Pokecenter, one of the attendants came up to me, carrying a Pokeball. “Uh, sir. Here’s your Pokeball. She’s been healed from her injuries.”

“Thanks...” I said as I took the Pokeball from her. Slipping it into my belt, I made my way towards the exit.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard a commotion behind me. Turning, I spotted a couple of Officer Jenny’s aiding another girl towards the main desk. The girl the Jenny’s were helping was dressed in a black dress and a black cape.

She looked to be in pretty rough shape, there were many cuts and bruises on her exposed skin, and she seemed like she was about to faint any minute. Shaking my head, I turned to leave.

“Fallen!”

I stopped dead in my tracks.

Turning around, I looked around the lobby. Who the hell knows my name?

As I was about to leave again, I saw the injured girl staring at me, tears in her eyes.

Breaking free from the help of the Jenny’s, she ran over to me. I managed to catch her in my arms before she dropped to the floor before me.

“Fallen. It is you!” she said, her voice no more than a whisper. “Oh, I didn’t know what happened to you....”

I stared at the girl, puzzled. “Who are you?” I asked her gently.

She managed to whisper a single word before she fainted. “....Celiena....”



To Be Continued.....