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And now presenting...

The First to Go
By The Sax

Threshold, I thought something like this could never exist. Now I know better of the predicament I am in, yet I still know so little.

My name is Olga Stanner, a well renown person, or a Pokegirl to any one who feels that I am no longer human. I was brought up in a rough childhood, my mother was a Merrowl captured and tamed. My father was an average tamer named Gregory Stanner and my mother’s name was Caitlin. I was born in the year 66A.S., Over fifty years after the war had ended. Those days I lived in a fairly uneventful life, I went to school, we lived in a small suburban city outside of Moscow, or what was left of it anyway, and  the newly established “League” was all over the place trying to bring order to the new order.

After the war many of the worlds greatest cities and locations fell and were reduced to rubble. “Moscow and Russia was gone before we knew it.” my grandfather told me one day when I asked him about why the world was in such a state of anarchy and confusion.

I watched the Pokegirls in my neighborhood when I was young. It was fun to just watch them as I went along with my everyday activities. In school I was taught that Pokegirls were all wild animals that a evil man created and we domesticated. I felt happy around them, my mother is one and when and usually when my parents went out they would leave me with one of my fathers old girls that he gave to the neighbors after he quit the taming business. I felt comfortable with them and they felt comfortable with me.

When I was 13 it happened, I was in my science class when I suddenly felt a hot burning sensation in my stomach. My teacher sent me to the nurse cursing the cafeteria food. The nurse looked over me with every bit of knowledge of modern medical science she knew. She dismissed my case as a simple upset stomach and sent me home to recover.

On the ride home I remember feeling light headed and fell asleep in the short car trip home. I woke up early next morning with a yelp of pain. I remember calling out for my mother and father, they rushed in with worried faces and called the doctor. My mom looked me over and acted strangely she carefully examined me right down to my scent.

What she next said to my father scared me,

“Me think Olga is in more serious trouble then we think. Me think pokegirl smell on her is stronger than usual and that she changing.”

I tried to jump out of bed, I tried hard to get up and ask my mother how I seemed to be changing. I couldn’t get up, my stomach shot a sharp feeling of pain and my body felt numb.

I lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep. Afterwards I learned that all through the time I was out I was nearly screaming in agony in my dreams. When I asked my father what the doctor could make of the situation he simply said he was as clueless as the doctor. I remember my mother then, she crept up to me and took me in a long embrace and she told me,

“Me love you, me no let bad things happen, and me try to make Olga feel better.”

When she said those words I felt relaxed, her hands around me also comforted me from all the pain. She let go of me slowly, I protested her leaving me but she shook her head and let go of me. The pain came back, It was worse now and I felt it in every section of my body especially my head. My head ached tremendously throughout threshold, I took some aspirins to make it feel better only to make the pain come back even worse than it was before. I could not sleep and I lost my appetite. My parents force fed me and were always near me.

It was around the third day of my sickness. I woke up with a sting of pain in the sides of my head. I lay there in my bed wondering whether I really woke up or was just dazed from insomnia. Another sting of pain came up and I moved my aching arms up to my head to try and suppress it. 

It felt strange the first time I felt my new set of ears. I didn’t know what they were at first but then I remembered what used to be there. I screamed in surprised and my parents rushed into my room once again.

“What’s wrong, Oh my,”

“What wrong, you have ears like mommy’s!”

I asked them what they meant and they gave me my handheld mirror. I took a look where my ears used to be. My ears seemed to have started climbing up my head to the top like where my mother’s ears are located. Not only that I saw a thin but clearly visible layer of yellow hair growing. I looked up to my parents who were as close to crying as I was. We all fell into each others arms as we wept for what might happen next.

As the days passed, my hands also started changing as my nails became somewhat sharper and my feet became more feline. I sometimes felt around my body for any other changes and found that I had more hair on me then there should be. I was blond back then and the blond fur starting to cover my body made me look very odd. I unfortunately never noticed that as I was more concerned with something else.

As the transformation was running it’s course I started feeling a new need. The need would simply never go away. The need started at my crotch and started to spread all through my body. I was in full heat then and I could not control myself. I would try to hold off knowing that doing what I had to do was wrong and that I should never do it or else I’ll be giving into turning into a pokegirl. By the age of 13 I already knew the technical truth of what had to be done with Pokegirls, I fought hard but soon the need turned to a deep pain and I had no choice but to give into my needs.

I kept myself busy and that allowed me to cover the pain with pleasure. I stopped whenever my parents were about to come in, they both cared for me and kept a close eye on me. My mother was looking out for me the most as she felt it was her fault that I was going through this. She often came by and talked to me on how being one of the Pokegirls might be fun. She tried to keep me away from the fact of taming and being with her also helped sate my pain.

One day I felt a very strong need and I plunged my hand down under my gown. I never noticed my mother coming in and she quietly sat beside me. I was surprised and tried to stop. I couldn’t, I tried and my mind screamed at me to stop but my hands continued to work. I finally managed to stop and I pulled my hand out of my soaked slit and tried to hide them.

“You no finish yet, here let me teach you good technique.”

I opened my mouth in protest only to be hushed by her.

“My mommy also did taught this to me when me was kitten.”

She slid her hand down to my crotch and fingered me until I finally came. It felt good, I never wanted to admit it but it did. From there my mother would always come in to my room in the mornings to teach me how to get that “edge” off. Soon I was learning everything my mother knew, even after threshold finished. We would always have a minor taming session so she could help me practice my skills.

By the end of my threshold I was a red haired kitten, almost no part of my old self was left. All my blond hair was gone and my hands and feet were clawed. I felt a deep sorrow at what had become of me while another part of me seemed content in how I was now a pokegirl.

As my threshold finished my father reported the transformation to the league. A league official immediately came with a team of scientist to examine me. They weren’t in anyway very courteous for me. They took photos, took DNA and blood samples, and probed me in every opening I had. Their scans told me I was a kitten and that I was the first person to ever go through such an ordeal.

I was taken away from my family and friends. I watched as I saw my mother waving goodbye to me, I was thinking they had a cure for me as I left and arrived at the closest league research lab. I had my hopes up and so did my parents, I was brought in to the lab and immediately put thru almost every proficiency test a human or pokegirl could take. I took everything from regular schooling tests to excruciating obstacle courses to test my wit and strength. I felt tired after all the tests and I lacked sleep since they woke me up early and to bed late.

The problems didn’t end there I slowly realized I was going feral. I felt my own grip of humanity and sanity loosening. I constantly felt horny and I longed for my mother’s kind and soft touch. At one point the people in the lab locked me in my room and left me there only dropping food inside once in a while to keep me from starving.

I went feral, I don’t remember much but I got a hold of the video tapes they had taped in my room while I was going feral. I saw myself, yet it was not me. The footage I saw was really scary even if it was my self, I saw myself clawing into my bed, bits of cotton and feathers flew and I saw and heard myself scream a moan. The feral kitten was not me, I refuse to believe that was me. The only thing I remember directly from being feral was that I always had that need. I also remember the last moments of me being feral. One of the researchers,  Tim Landers, came in thru the door. I jumped on him we made love, or tamed, what I felt was love though.

Tim had told me that watching me in all that pain made him want to do something. He told me he asked for the permission to let him be my tamer and continue the research under his own jurisdiction. The league agreed and let him keep me, I was considered a pet to him by the others while we thought of each others as lovers. He kept me from going feral and I let him take tests on me to examine my body. I for once in the entire ordeal wasn’t feeling pain or humiliation.

As we worked I too started catching on to our research. I started becoming like one of the scientists instead of a pincushion test subject. I looked over reports, wrote up my own psychology reports to compare with the others. Soon I was like one of the team, I was allowed to meet with my family and even go outside to shop or eat.

People who knew that I was once human always stared at me when I went out though. They would always point and stare as I walked by. I was quite the celebrity, not that I enjoyed all of it. It was actually very scary to go out, some people tried to hurt me while others tried to catch me. I soon had at least one of the scientists with me at all times when I went out, and whenever I go to any public location I would put on a blond wig and act like any other regular kitten, dumb.

I felt the only place outside of the lab I felt safe was at my house. I frequently visited my parents and gave them updates, they always tell me how much I’ve become accustomed to life as a pokegirl. I even told them of my tamer Tim and introduced him, my parents approved of him. Now I go over to my house to say hi and sometimes even get “tips” from my mom.

As the research went along we slowly were starting to loose hope in a cure, there was no way to separate the Pokegirl DNA from the human DNA. It might have been possible before Sukebe, but then again if Sukebe didn’t do anything I wouldn’t be doing this.

The researchers soon started getting notifications of other girls that turned into pokegirls. Seems like I won’t be the last to go through with all of this. The increasing transformation led us to have to come up with a name for the situation, threshold. It was the perfect word,  at the edge, brink, of something, going through it caused human girls to step from becoming girls to a poke variant. There seemed no stopping it and I wanted a cure for it, bad.

I now am inches away from a breakthrough, I may be able to cure myself, soon...

I look into the tube, this might be the only way to cure me. I step into the open hatch and look behind me, Tim, my parents, and the other scientists are all there to watch. I am ready, I think this will work, if it doesn’t I’ll have a dangerous liquid covering me probably burning me to death.

We created a new chemical, the chemical burned pokegirl DNA but seemed to be of no effect to human flesh. I step in and strap on a air tube to help me breath. I give the go sign and the tube closes. I brace for the pain that will probably come from the chemicals.

The chemicals start filling, IT STINGS!!

AHHHHHH!! IT HURTS!! AHHHHHHHHHHH

YEARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHH MY CLIT!!!!!!!!!! IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS.

MAYBE should, have not... done... it......

Ahh, feel weaker and... getting weaker...

The chamber’s opening...

Did...it...succeed?

“Oh my god, get a doctor!”

Who is that? Tim?

“Please no die, PLEASE no die!!!”

Mother?...

“OLGA S, Stay with daddy, just stay with me!”

I’ll, try father...

“She’s slipping!”

“Doctor! Is there anything we can do?!”

“Get her to the emergency room!”

Thank you everyone for trying to help.....

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After that moment Olga Stanner drew her last breath and said her final words,

“Good bye everyone, I love you.”

She died from the massive burns in and on her body. The chemical burned her body which had consisted of 98% Pokegirl DNA, she came out as a barely recognizable shape as the experiment was aborted and was immediately taken to a emergency room.

Her death was mourned by all those close to her as her body was cremated and put into a urn. People who did not know her mostly thought of her as just another pokegirl and only deeply mourned the loss of a historical figure.

The Chemical that burned her to death was immediately disposed of and the research was shredded so as to never repeat such a experiment.

Her death occurred on March 24 80 A.S. as her threshold occurred on Sept. 4 79 A.S. Later in 126 A.S. the research against threshold is completely suspended due to the fact that there seems to be no way to reverse it. After that most threshold girls gave up hope for a cure and tried their best to cope with their new lives or to get a level 5 programming.

Fin

The fic that was just written was not quite the one I wanted to write so I’ll write another one later, give me a buzz on how the fic was.

The Sax