Warning and disclaimer: Any name, place, or subject mentioned below might be mistaken for a real life counterpart but in actuality it is not. All things that sounds like something from Pokegirls, a take off of Poke'mon which is owned by Game Freaks, I am using their idea and everyone in the forum's ideas so none of you please sue me in anyway. The fic was written with the inspiration from the surreal French novel called “The Little Girl Who Was Too Fond of Matches”. Go read it. This is NC-17, no children, if you read the first one, you should already know, and this one actually has a lemon, so don’t come running to me when parents/school/police find you with it. I take no responsibility.

And now presenting...

The Outside
By The Sax

Part 2

Connie, Bob and I reached my home. Bob opened the pokeball and let Cindy out. Cindy smiled and walked over to me as Connie and Bob started to leave. Connie then stopped right before she set foot outside the door.

“I think we should stay for one more night to make sure they can get along.”

Bob sighed and came back through the door into the house. Connie kissed him on the cheek in thanks.

I bade them a goodnight and went up the stairs with Cindy. Light came from my brother’s room and the sound of groans. We peeked in and found him playing. Cindy slightly blushed and quickly looked away. I just sighed and told him to keep quiet. He only stuck his tongue at me, but froze as he saw Cindy.

“Don’t let her appearance fool you, stay away from her!” He yelled and quickly came to the door and slammed it in our face.

Cindy and I looked at each other and shook our heads. I just told her not to worry and invited her to my room. We entered my room and sat down at my bed. Cindy looked around with a expression of wonder on her face. She got off the bed and started looking through all the books that lined my room. She sorted through some of the books and picked them out and started to read. She seemed very happy in finding them.

“I can’t believe you have these, this copy ‘Wintery Storm Hear My Plea’ is the first publication! How do you have so many old books?”

I looked puzzled at her. I wondered what “books” were and why she was so excited about the papers. I simply told her that my papers were here ever since I can remember. She flipped through it and marveled at the old yellowing pages. 

I asked her if she really like to read these papers, because of the way how she acts going through mine. She looked up suddenly and blushed a bit. She told me that when she became a pokegirl she had to leave all the books she had at her old home and go to the ranch. At the ranch she said that she could not read any books at all. I asked why. Her face suddenly changed in expression, from her happy cheerful face, to a dark and sullen one that was about to cry. 

She whimpered a bit and started explaining to me that being a pokegirl meant she lost ALL, can you believe that, ALL of her human rights. A tear welled up as she seemed to remember her past. I couldn’t believe what I had heard at first. I looked in amazement and asked her.

“You were human?”

This sent her into a even larger fit of tears and wailing. I quickly calmed myself and tried to bring her under my control. She looked at me and looked away again. Did she hate me? I do not know, but I did know I needed to take in some of her grief and console her. I asked her what was wrong. She looked at me again. Slowly, she adjusted her posture and apologized for her actions. She sniffled and started to tell me about how she was back when she was human, everything in her life seemed wonderful: a house, a family that cares, a boy she liked, and her wonderful collection of ‘books’.

Then she told me of her ordeal through ‘threshold’. I didn’t know what it was, but she seemed to have suffered greatly from it. She told me of unimaginable pain and suffering that was both physical and mental. After she finished she was shivering in a cold sweat. I told her everything was alright and that now I understood what happened to her. I opened my arms to console her, she gladly fell into it as I brushed her short but soft fur.

Just then we heard a weird sound, the sound of moaning. I remember Connie and Bob from yesterday but I still wanted to check. I asked Cindy to come along and she agreed, we both walked down the hall and to the foot of the stair case. We were careful in not making a single sound and looked into the room where Connie and Bob were.

Inside they were in a tangle between their bodies. I felt a odd sensation in me but I quickly pressed it down to call out to them. Cindy hushed me and motioned me to go back. We quickly got back to my room and shut the door.

“Why? They seemed to be in pain and stuck to each other!” I asked her.
“Because Connie is a Officer Jenny and she requires taming from her tamer.”

At that I was shocked to find out that Connie was a pokegirl. Cindy set me down and explained it to me in detail. There seems to be this breed of law enforcement girls and Connie is one of them. Then I asked why were they stuck to each other in pain. She simply said,

“That’s not pain, it’s pleasure.”

I was perplexed at how being stuck to another can be enjoyable. Me stuck to brother like that would have earned him a good thwack in the head. I asked how it was enjoyable. Cindy came over to me and gave me a kiss and asked if I wanted to feel that pleasure to see. I was curious and nodded a yes. She quickly pushed me down and explained to me that she really wanted to do this for a while. And at that she threw off her dress and undergarments and did the same with me.

To tell you the truth, I didn’t know what I was doing. But through the encouraging and soothing advice of Cindy I gave her pleasure as she gave me the same. I was surprised at how good this taming felt; it made me cry out like I was in pain, but all I felt was the feeling as if I were melting into Cindy. After we were done, we curled up beside each other and kissed a goodnight. That night I slept very soundly.

The next morning we woke up and descended the stairs and to the kitchen. Connie and Bob were eating another salad and offered me a bowl. I took one and Cindy took one too. We both ate in silence, but we looked at each other with a strange feeling. Then I suddenly said to Connie and Bob,

“I never knew taming was such fun. Is that what you were doing the night before ?”

They looked at us and looked at each other. A look of slight shock and mostly awe befell their faces. They nodded and stuttered aw yes. I looked over to Cindy and she blushed a bit. They told me that taming was more of a personal thing and that I should not pry in other people’s taming life. I wonder why. After all, with so many pokegirls isn’t it not much of a secret.

Then I suddenly remembered, the “unmentionable” was also making those sounds with father. Could it be that the unmentionable is a pokegirl? I thought I would have to check later today, but first I had to have the others leave so I could. 

I quickly ate and asked what Connie and Bob were doing today. They told me that: since I have a pokegirl, they won’t really need to look after me so they would leave me and go back to town for now. Excellent, that left me only to deal with Cindy.

After they left I asked Cindy if she wanted to read more. She gave a giddy yes. I led her up to the library and showed her in. She squealed in glee as she went through what papers she could read. I excused myself from the library and made my way downstairs. I went into the cellar and opened the heavy metal door in the floor.

I stepped down into the dark basement with a lantern and proceeded to the “unmentionable”. I set the lantern down on a table across from where it was chained and went up to it. 

I never got used to the sight of the “unmentionable”, its entire body chained and bound to the wall. Like a body in a coffin, its body was straight and immobile. I looked in on it’s face, it’s mysterious face slumped down with it’s eyes closed. It was sleeping it seemed. I felt the urge to comb through its long untamed blue hair with my fingers and gave in. As soon as I touched, its head sprouted up with eyes at full attention. It struggled in its chains and moaned a bit as it saw me. From full alertness it’s eyes dimmed and looked away.

“Go away, go away now or you’ll be hurt.”

It spoke to me, I thought of turning back, but it wasn’t an option.

“Please, I am only saying this for your good, father, father has not come in a while. I am not safe.”

I told it of papa and his gruesome death in the bathroom. I told it everything that had happened to me ever since then: the town, Connie, pokegirls, Cindy my new friend, and even what we did the night before. The “unmentionable” had tears well up in its eyes. It moaned again and looked at me with sorrow.

“So you have already come in contact with the girls... and father is dead, no one left to keep me sane. I don’t want to go feral, I don’t want to go to a ranch, I want to stay here. Dear little sister, tell me why all this has happened?”

I was taken by surprise when I heard it call me “dear little sister”, but I simply shook it out of my head for the time being and told her of papa and his note he left us. The “unmentionable” sighed and started to bawl in grief. First a few tears started, then a whole river erupted as its dam burst. I tried to console the thing and put my hand back in its hair to brush. It looked up and struggled in it’s chains to push me away again.

“Go away Alice, you will go through what I went through if you stick around for too long!” it said, it was now breathing hard.

I felt pity at its babbling and continued to brush.

“plea...se go away, Leanne will, Leanne will make you regret it... Leanne will regret herself... go...now....”

Its body was shaking by then. I decided to loosen it’s chains to let it have more air. I took the old key from the table where I set the lantern and inserted it in the padlock. The “unmentionable” moaned another incomprehensible warning and shook. The lock turned with a dry click. I unchained it and slowly revealed it’s bluish fur. I kept unwrapping: first it’s shoulders where free from the bondage, then the globes bounced out as it was released from it’s confines, next it’s flat stomach with it’s small and innocent bellybutton was revealed, then to its sweet smelling crotch, followed by it’s lengthy and shapely legs, and all that remained were the wrists and ankles. I unchained its ankles, the legs split and stretched as it settled back down to start fidgeting as if in agony. Its moans turned greater and I moved on to unchain its wrists.

Once the wrists were free I was surprised to have them latch around me to draw me up close to it. It moaned again and stared at me for a moment, I thought I saw a tear well up from its eyes. But I never was sure as I was pulled into a lust driven kiss at that moment.

Remembering as much as I could about what I did with Cindy I tried to return the kiss. The “unmentionable” moaned. I continued my kissing until it flipped me over on to my back. I looked up at it and it stared back with a animalistic gaze. I started to ask if it were ok, but before even a word was said it ripped my shirt off and unleashed my globes. It set to licking them furiously; I could only moan from the wonderful feeling it gave me.

Before I realized, a great amount of time passed and I lay naked with the “unmentionable”. I lay there on the rug with my head nuzzled into its stomach. The body heat warmed me like a blanket and made me put in a trance like state. 

I didn’t notice Cindy coming down in search of me until I heard her shriek. I jolted up and looked over to her. She rushed over to me and checked for injuries. I told her to calm down and that the “unmentionable” won’t hurt me. She checked it over and gasped.

“Alice, why is there a Kitsune in your basement?”

I stood up and sighed, I gave up on trying to hide it and simply introduced her to it. She stood there in somewhat of a shock.

“You mean this thing was living down here for a LONG time?”

I nodded.

“How was it tamed?”

I thought for a moment and came to a conclusion: the “unmentionable” was a pokegirl. Next I had another conclusion: Papa was taming it. I told Cindy that. She only nodded and looked down on the floor. The “unmentionable” slowly stood up.

“Hello who’s  this?” It said as it looked around the basement and seeing Cindy.

Cindy stuttered her name out and asked the unmentionable’s name.

“My name? Been a while since I had to give that out, it’s Leanne.”

I looked at it and asked who it was exactly. It looked at me and lowered its head. I saw it choking back a tear and it raised its head again to me.

“Now that father is dead, I guess I won’t have to fear a punishment.” She said as she pulled up a seat. “I am your sister, do you understand? I used to be a girl like you, but then threshold hit me.”

I was astonished; not only did I have a sister, she had been in our basement as a pokegirl. I listened in amazement about my family. How my mother died with her depression of her daughter after brother’s birth. How Papa became more and more depressed and protective of Leanne. And how on a dark night when I was still 4, back when I can’t recall, took her into the basement to be tamed and locked.

Leanne was weeping as she finished her story. I told her that there was nothing to worry about now. She shook me off and told me,

“Of course there is something to worry about. You, you might threshold because you’re in such contact with Cindy and me.”

I told her not to worry and told her to come out of the basement and up to my room. She cautiously nodded.

I quickly put my clothes on and led her out with Cindy into the cellar and out to the kitchen. The afternoon sun shone into the kitchen and illuminated Leanne’s face. She shielded her eyes and felt the warm sun on her fur for first time in ten years. She smiled and gave a happy sigh.

As we moved up the stairs and down the hall to my room, my brother jumped out and pointed to Leanne.

“It’s here! The evil!! AWAY!!” He said and rushed into his room. A click could be heard from the lock.

We moved on to my room. We all sat down on my bed to talk. I asked Leanne on what will become of her after this. She sighed and told us she would probably leave for a local ranch. We plead for her to not go. She only looked at us warmly and told us that everything would be okay. Suddenly Cindy had an idea, she suggested that Leanne stayed with me. Leanne’s eyes went wide and told us that can never be right. We asked her why that is in any way wrong.

Apparently, sisterly love was wrong. Cindy told us that since I tamed Leanne already, it shouldn’t be that bad. Leanne however turned a beat red and shook her head furiously. She blurted out a “no” and started to make excuses on why it was wrong until I stopped her. She suddenly came to a abrupt stop and just stared at me.

“Maybe it’s wrong for me to tame you, but it’s not wrong for Cindy to, is it?”

Leanne nodded her head at what I was trying to get out. She looked over to Cindy, she gave a nod in agreement. Leanne still seemed a bit off on the thought taming with another pokegirl that she never even met before. 

I was just about to reassure her that she’s a wonderful girl, when the door burst open with brother holding some kind of long tube. He pointed at us, mainly towards Leanne.

“GET OUT OF HERE!” he shouted as he lowered a small lever on the tube.

I went up to brother and struck him once, he fell back and gripped his hand by accident to pull another small lever on the tube. A sudden and short blast of fire came out along with the sound of a explosion. The window behind ours shattered from it. Cindy and Leanne both dove for cover and hid behind the bed. I still stood next to brother, now lying on the floor.

“Where did you get that?! And what is it anyway?”

Brother only reached for the tube again. I put my foot firmly on it so he couldn’t grab it.

“It’s my rifle give it back!” he shouted.

I asked him where he found it again.

“It was in the storage rooms near the back of the house, now give it!”

He continued to try and take it from me. I only stopped him and struck again. He grew even angrier and pushed me off the rifle and sent me to the floor. I tried to get up and sat up, brother’s rifle was pointed straight at my face. I looked into his face, a look of insanity shone brightly with a grin that reached from cheek to cheek. I backed away slowly only to have the rifle follow my head.

“This is it, I end its life, don’t stand in my way!” He said as he charged at Leanne.

Leanne used what powers she had and flung brother out the shattered window. He cursed at us as he fell with a thud onto the ground below. We poked our head out and checked on him. He lay there in a sprawled mess, his rifle lay next to him and not in his hands. 

We all rushed out to see him. He lay there in a bloody mess with his eyes open wide and staring up at the sky. We went up to his body and took the rifle from the ground as a precaution. My brother still lay there and we pronounced him, dead.

We hurried to the town and looked for the police box where Connie and Bob were. They were in the office area doing some paper work when we rushed in. They got out of their seats and asked us what was wrong. We all took a moment to catch our breath, Cindy spoke first.

“Alice’s brother fell from her window and died!” She blurted out.

They then stood up in full attention and got their keys. They told us to get back to the mansion as fast as we can. They got into their bike and rushed out ahead of us. We watched it go down the street and disappeared around a corner. We then gave chase and ran towards the mansion. 

By the time we got back another hover car was parked in front of our house. We went around the house to find Connie, Bob, and a few other people around my brother’s body. One took pictures as another jot down notes. The officers asked us questions and we answered them the best we could. 

Connie and Bob came up to us later that night for dinner. They carried some food in cartons and set it out on the table. We ate in a relative silence, only to talk when we wanted something passed to us. After we finished Connie started to talk. She comforted me and told me everything was going to be all right. I tried my best to understand why she was doing all this. But she just kept on going. She asked me about Leanne out of the blue.

“Are you going to keep her? Or are you sending her to a ranch.”

I told her that Leanne should stay with us. Connie sighed and told me to get a pet license if I wanted to do that. I told her I would and got up to go collect the dishes. As soon as I stood up, an odd feeling befell me. It was a painful one, not the regular kind of pain but a pain that shot through everywhere on your body. The pain even made my mind hurt. I fell with a yelp and couldn’t remember a thing.

I woke later in an unfamiliar room, Leanne and Cindy were sitting next to me. Their eyes were red and tears streamed down from them. I mustered up what strength I had and told them I wasn’t dead just yet. They nodded and told me that it wasn’t about me being dead at all. It was all about me thresholding. I shot up from the bed and could only mouth the word in disbelief. I suddenly felt another surge of pain go through me and I fell back in my bed. Then I fell into a deep unconsciousness again. 

I don’t remember much about then. I can only remember my mind swirling with pain. The only solid memory is Leanne stroking my hair as she cried one night. The pain continued on, and to me, an eternity had passed by as my threshold finished.

One morning I just woke up. Cindy was asleep in a chair next to me and Leanne was watching me over  with tired eyes. When my eyes fluttered open, Leanne asked me if it still hurts. I responded with a slightly weak and confused no. I felt no pain what so ever. I raised my hand to my face and studied it carefully. It didn’t hurt to raise my hand, and my vision and thoughts were clear. My raised hand was different from what it had been before. Before, I had a normal human hand, what I saw now was white fur all over a hand tipped with sharp claws. I brought my hand down and felt my face, I felt the same human face that I had before. But then I noticed a displacement, I felt for my ears, my ears had moved to the top of my head and grown larger in size.

At first I thought all the pain was gone, but a whole new pain struck me then and I couldn’t help but cry. The new pain was deeper, it screamed to me that I was no longer human. I felt like nothing good will ever happen again until Leanne brought me into her arms. My thoughts of utter mental anguish came to a halt as I saw her face with the consoling smile.  For that one moment a glimmer of hope had sprung in my heart, but it quickly became dormant and the pain returned. I could only cry into my sister’s breast, my world became a swirl of tears and nothing else seemed to be there. Suddenly Leanne’s arms let up and she moved away, I only looked at her with an expression asking why. The answer came from a second embrace from Cindy. But hers was short, after a tight squeeze she put her hands on my shoulders and fixed her eyes on mine. I stared back at her and waited for what she wanted to say. Her voice was croaking, and she seemed deeply anguished, but she made a bright smile and asked,

“Can I get you anything? I’d be happy to give you anything.”

I only shook my head and told them I’ll be all right, even if I felt my life had just ended. To speak of the truth, I didn’t feel as much pain after Leanne and Cindy had held me. Stirring up as much courage as I had, I asked for a mirror. I looked strangely familiar, yet different. I seemed myself and like someone else, I didn’t know whom until I looked at my sister. I asked what kind of girl I had turned into, Leanne replied that I had become a Kitsune like her. 

I was at least glad that I had become something that reminds me that I am the same to my sister, and that we both fared a punishment that was bad. But now every time I think of it, it reminds me that she and I are together in happiness from what used to plague us. 

But at that moment I didn’t know that such happiness would be. I only had one thought, what will become of us now that we are all Pokegirls? I asked Leanne and Cindy about it, how we might have to go to the ranch, how I might go through that scary looking machine for bad girls, and how I might be separated from them. Leanne and Cindy held out their hands to stop me from over-reacting. I asked them why. Just then Connie and Bob walked through the door to check on us. They saw me awake and rushed over to me, they hugged me and told me how great it was to see me fine. I asked them if they were here to carry us off to the ranch now. They laughed and told me not to worry, I now belonged to them along with Leanne and Cindy, and would be under their care. Which meant that we won’t be separated, I felt too happy to contain myself and kissed Connie full on the lips. She and I were both very shocked at this but soon realized I had acted on complete instinct.

The others closed in and Bob also started undressing.

“There’s no time like the present I guess.” he said as he kicked his boxers away and came up to me.

I looked over to Cindy and Leanne to ask if they were joining, they were also undressing and they smiled at me and nodded a yes to the only question I had on my mind. My kiss with Connie deepened as she slid her tongue into me. Our tongues wrestled and we moaned out as a bit of drool spilled down my lips in lust. 

Before I knew what was really happening the other three had each taken a place to tame me. Bob started on one nipple as Leanne felt around my new fox ears. Cindy had gone straight down to my other lips and started her attack on me. I could only make a deep muffled moan into Connie’s throat  as I felt almost every part of my body experiencing the greatest joy I had ever faced in my life. Bob switched breasts as Connie let go of the kiss. I let out a full moan to ask her why, but she smiled and started kissing along my body. Her light kisses made me jump each time.

Leanne also changed positions, from my ears to my body. Her rough tongue teased my skin as they headed lower and lower. She kept going lower and lower until she reached my ass. She gave my butt a small pinch to induce a yelp of short sweet pain. Then she opened my cheeks and teased my other opening.

Connie and Bob started their own taming session as he and she left me. I could only lay back and watch as Bob plunged himself deep into Connie, I grew even more aroused at the thought of Bob pumping me. Soon Connie was moaning in ecstasy and I also felt close to my climax. Connie let out a loud and long moan as she came. She arched her back and soon fell onto Bob’s breast. The sight of it made me go over the edge too. I yet out a yelp as I started squirting out my juices onto Cindy’s lapping tongue. I lay back in the after glow and I felt the best feeling I had ever felt. 

Cindy and Leanne stopped what they were doing and started massaging my breasts with one hand, their other held me down on the bed. I looked down and saw why. Connie lay down next to me completely exhausted. Bob also came with her but he instead started to position himself at my opening, I was excited to say the very least at that point. The excitement turned to a short sting of pain as he entered. He looked at me to see if I were all right, I nodded to him and asked to feel what Connie had just felt. Connie lazily looked at me and assured me that it will feel better. That was no lie, I soon felt more and more pleasure, even more than with the amount Cindy and Leanne had given me earlier. I soon felt myself lost in a wave of pleasure. Connie held me to her as I basked in the afterglow of my second climax. I lazily watched Cindy and Leanne as they got to know each other. Bob plopped onto the bed next to Connie and fell asleep. I was then carried off to sleep with the sound of passionate love making next to me as my lullaby.

I awoke the next morning, it felt odd, I looked around the room and saw everyone from the night before. We were all naked and it proved that what happened was not a dream. 

I now feel that my life before was more of a dream, how I had lived with Papa, how I played with Brother, and how I thought about the “unmentionable”. That life seemed so far away, and Leanne seems to think so to. I didn’t want to forget that I had ever been human so now I write. With what I could find from Papa’s papers, I uncovered the journal. It was partly used, Papa’s writing of happier times, times I do not remember. The writings talked of my mother, a mother I do not remember. A whole painstaking ending at what appears to be Leanne’s threshold, a threshold that I do not remember but know how it went.

Using the remainder of the pages I wrote, I wrote everything I could remember, every detail of the day, what people said, how my heart felt. I am not sure who may read this besides myself. But Leanne assures me that writing it all down will help me remember. And now, I am done.

The End

Hmm been a while since I wrote a good long chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed.

The Sax