Three Fates: When someone is holding a three-of-a-kind in queens.
Shit, The Dark Haired Man thought. The first two ‘girls refused to help me, and now there’s only one left. Christ, I hope this works. Otherwise I’ll need to think of another plan. The Dark Haired Man looked over the injured Tigress with a scowl. Fuck, who the hell would have thought that those two pokégirls didn’t even give a shit about this one. The Dark Haired Man took a deep breath and turned away from the Tigress. Reaching down toward his belt, he took out the last ball and enlarged it. Still holding it, he looked down at the ball and stared at it. I hope this one will do what I want her to…
Charis looked up at The Dark Haired Man and chuckled. Even though her chest still ached and she was in more pain than she could ever remember in her life, she was glad things were not working for this prick. The Tigress could not smile or laugh from the gag ball in her mouth, but was trying to do so all the same. This sick fuck isn’t gonna get any help from anyone, she thought. Sophie is about to be asked now, but I know she won’t give into this sadistic bastard. Still looking at The Dark Haired Man, Charis started to glare at him.
The Dark Haired Man looked down at her and smiled. “Don’t worry pretty kitty,” he teased. “If this last one doesn’t work out, I have another plan in store for you.” The human and Tigress’s and eyes locked.
Charis noticed that The Dark Haired Man’s eyes were as black as his hair. How is that even possible, for a human? Charis thought. I’ve never heard of a human male having black eyes? Who is this guy?
The Dark Haired Man released the pokéball’s contents and prepared the elemental pistol. After the red light dissipated, a tall, blonde, and metallic woman was standing in front of The Dark Haired Man and Charis. The woman was wearing a tight, olive green tank top and a very small, cutoff pair of blue jeans shorts. She had her back towards them and it took her a few seconds to turn around and see the human. After she turned around, The Dark Haired Man got a good look at the pokégirl’s face. Her skin was camouflaged all over the front of her body and on her face. The blonde pokégirl also was covered in metal, but it seemed like it was a part of her skin. She was only about four feet away from The Dark Haired Man, so he was able to see that she had a pair of red, almost machine-like, eyes. She only had one ear, her left. Her right ear was made of what looked like a large earring, but after a second, The Dark Haired Man could tell it was a pin; the same kind of pin that one would find on a grenade. The human raised the elemental pistol and pointed it directly at the center of the pokégirl’s face. Shit, he thought. If this is what I think it is, I could either be in deep shit…or I could be in great shape.
When Sophie turned around to see why her master called her out of her pokéball, she found herself staring down the barrel of a pistol. She was not afraid of the pistol itself, but more of the man who was behind the gun. The Bombshell had never been shot with an elemental pistol in the head and at close range before, but she did not want to find out what would happen. Sophie quickly looked The Dark Haired Man over. He was wearing a black Kattle coat and dark blue jeans. His shirt was black and…Wait, Sophie thought to herself. Those are the same clothes that Master Stan wears. Did he…? Sophie took a breath, and asked, “Did you kill my Master Stan?”
The Dark Haired Man’s eyes were colder than the steel plates that made up her body. “Yes I did, Blondie.” The human turned and moved a few steps back so that Sophie could see Charis lying on the ground. It took Sophie a second or two to realize what he was turning his body for, but when she saw her harem sister lying on the ground, she let out a little scream.
“Charis!” Sophie made a move to her harem sister, but The Dark Haired Man put his hand up, stopping her.
“Now now,” he said to her in an eerie and soothing tone. “She’s been shot in the gut twice, she won’t die...yet. I know that your mind is probably racing right now with questions, based upon the reaction from seeing her,” the black haired human nodded toward the wounded Tigress. “But I need you to focus. I don’t want her to die either, but I need someone who will follow and obey my orders. You are this ‘pretty kitty’s’ last hope, since all the other ‘girls have refused to help her. Will you pledge your loyalty to me to save your harem sister’s life…or will you be selfish and let her die?”
Sophie saw The Dark Haired Man cock his head and smirk. “Wha…What do you mean by that?” She stammered.
“I mean,” he explained. “That if you do decide not to help me, I will let this little kitty die from the gunshots I gave her…” The Dark Haired Man saw on the Bombshell’s face that she was about to make a move. Believing that he was up against a Bombshell, which he was, the human moved his body so that his right hand was closer to the Tigress; it had originally been closer to the Sophie. "Not so fast, Blondie,” The Dark Haired Man boldly stated. "I know your kind can't feel pain, but I sure as shit know that she can."
Sophie eyes grew bigger and became more worried at this latest action by The Dark Haired Man. "No," she whimpered. "Please don't hurt Charis!"
"Why shouldn't I?" The Dark Haired Man asked as he glared at the blonde pokégirl. "You were about to attack me. That's a 'no' to me and a sign that you don't give a shit about this ‘kitty kitty’. I guess I'll just kill her, huh?"
"NO!" Sophie screamed. She jumped up into the air, over The Dark Haired Man and landed over the injured Tigress. Crying, Sophie turned to face the human. "Please don't. I'll...*sniffling* do whatever you say. Just *sniffling* stop...please...stop..." Starting to cry, Sophie put her hands over her face. In a few seconds, the blonde pokégirl began to sob uncontrollably. The Dark Haired Man looked into the Tigress's face, noting the mixture of pain, sadness, and anger as she stared back at him. The Dark Haired Man gave a big, white, tooth filled smile, while holding back the laughter growing within him.
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Joe Trades was having an unsettling dream. He was in a forest, much like the one in the world he was camping in now. He was not wearing the duster that Alia had given to him, for when it got cold outside. She said she had a "better technique" when it came to being in bed. Joe found himself wearing a black leather jacket and looking down at a blonde girl. Except it was not a regular blonde girl. She was wearing some sort of camouflage all over her skin, but that was not the weirdness thing about her. The blonde was covered in metal and had a huge, dangly earring attached to her right ear. The girl was wearing a small, tight olive green tank top and very short jeans. Actually, the jeans appeared to end right at the girl's groin area, leaving her thighs and the rest of her legs completely bare. She was standing a few feet from a fire that was in the middle of the campsite that the two were both in.
Joe was not in control of his body or voice, but he was watching what his body was doing through his own eyes. He ordered the girl to sit down in front of the fire and to face it. The pretty blonde listened, but Joe noticed that she seem to have a both sad and frightened look on her face. As she sat down facing the fire, Joe Trades sat down next to the girl and put his hands on her shoulders. Moving his mouth next to her ear, he whispered, "Take off your shirt."
She young girl hesitated at first, but after a few seconds, she did as she was told. Joe noticed that she was not wearing a bra after she had taken off her tank top. With the piece of clothing removed, the girl moved her arms to her front, crossing them over her chest. Joe looked over her back and saw she had steel plates all along her spine. His hands reached out to her back and began to rub her “spine plates” and the flesh between them. She took a breath out of shock from his touch, straightening up. However, after a few seconds, the blonde girl seemed to relax. Joe continued rubbing her for a few minutes, noticing in that the blonde, metal girl was glancing back at him and shyly smiling at him. It seemed that she was afraid of him, but Joe did not know why. He got a look into her red eyes, which surprised him at first. They almost seemed like a robots eyes or fine LED lights on computers and other machines.
When Joe was done rubbing the girl’s back, he softly grabbed her and turned her to face him. Looking down at her chest, he saw the metal was even part of her breasts. Christ, her breasts are fucking huge and look so firm, Joe thought. Staring into the cyborg girl's eyes, Joe grabbed her and held the girl’s face. She gasped at his quickness, but Joe waited until she became calm. The human then moved her closer to him and they passionately kissed. After a few seconds, he released her and quietly said, "Do not think of hurting me. I healed your friend 'cause I wanted to do something nice for you, but if you attempt to hurt me or disobey me in any way, I won't hurt you. I'll hurt her. Do you understand?"
With tears starting to form in her eyes, the blonde nodded slowly, moving her face downward so she would not need to stare Joe in the face. Joe could feel himself smiling and beginning to feel aroused by what had just transpired. "Good,” he said. "Now, lay down."
The cyborg girl, who was starting to have tears come down her cheeks, did as she was told. Joe grabbed both her shorts and panties and pulled them off of her at the same time. Her arms were bent upwards toward her sides with her hands next to her breasts, palms up. Christ she's fucking cute, Joe thought. As she lay on the ground, naked, he began to spread her legs apart. As Joe licked his lips with his tongue, the blonde girl covered her little, pink flower with her hands.
"Please," she whimpered and begged. "Please don't do this to me." She started to cry even more than before and started to sob.
"Oh no," Joe explained. "There's no way in Hell I'm letting you go feral. And besides, if you don't cooperate, have you forgotten what I will do to your kitty?"
The blonde girl gasped and stopped crying for a second or two, thinking about what Joe had just said. Beginning to cry again, she slowly moved her hands away. Joe smiled again. Taking a deep breath, he started downward toward his midnight snack and...
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Joe Trades sat straight up in his tent, inhaling a large breath of air. With sweat beading down his forehead, the human took in deep breaths. Shit, he thought. What the fuck was that? It was just a dream, but it seemed so real. In fact, it didn’t even seem like a dream at all. Joe closed his eyes and continued to breathe in and out slowly. Next to him, Alia began to stir and turn in her sleep. As he looked at the Catgirl, she sheepishly opened her eyes just a little bit.
Yawning and groaning at the same time, Alia grumbled, “What is it? It’s not time to get up yet…” She turned away from Joe and pulled their sleeping bag covers over her shoulders. The sleeping bags were completely unzipped and laid out so that they looked liked covers that would be on a bed. Joe looked at her and began to think about the dream he just had. Christ, the human thought. I could have sworn I was there, and ready to rape that young girl.
The logical side of Joe’s mind decided to speak up to put his worries to rest. But you weren’t there were you?
No, I wasn’t.
So…what’s the problem then? If you weren’t there, then it was a dream. So don’t sweat it.
Joe took a breath in. Yeah, yeah, I know. It just a little freaky, that’s all. He looked over at the pretty white Catgirl next to him, and smiled a little. It feels pretty good to share a bed with her…well…not a bed, but…you know.
I think you should either try to get some sleep, or see if she wants to try and help you sleep a little better. I’d prefer the latter, but, whatever.
Joe looked out at the tent’s nylon window and saw it was completely dark out. Dawn still had not come. He looked at the watch that used to be Den-Mar’s and saw that it was three in the morning. Christ, I guess my pretty kitty kitty was right. Well, let’s see what she wants to do.
The human snuggled back under the covers of the “bed” and started to spoon his “sleeping partner.” Leaning over the Catgirl, so her ear was next his mouth, he softly whispered, “I had a bad dream.”
Alia took in a small breath from the statement and began waking. “So,” she yawned. “What do you want me to do? Go back to sleep.”
Joe smiled and continued to tease the pokégirl. “I can’t. I’m too scared. Will you tuck me back into bed?”
“No…” she grumbled out loud.
“Pweese?”
“No.”
Joe gently reached his right hand over her body and grabbed her right breast. Cupping it, he slowly began to rub and caress her as soft as he could. Alia started to squirm a little, but Joe just grabbed her waist by moving his left arm underneath her. He then moved from her right breast to her left, giving each body part equal attention. Even though the Catgirl was struggling to fight and escape from his grasp, she was purring very heavily. Joe also began to feel her tail rubbing and twitching against his leg.
Smiling even bigger, Joe begged into her ear some more, “Pweese Alia? I’m scawred. Make me feel safe again. I’m cooowld too! Warm me up again.” After the human said this, he moaned into her ear.
The white Catgirl shivered at this action and could not fight her master anymore. She turned and moved away from him as far as she could, then used the momentum to turn and roll on top of him. Joe was a little shocked at how she got on him so quickly; even more so when she was sitting with her groin over his. Rubbing his member with her lower lips, she continued to smile down at him and purred louder. “I thought you were too tired from the workout that we gave you hours ago. You sure have some stamina, don’t you?”
“Workout? I didn’t work out that hard. All three of you rode me like a sybian. I just had to keep myself hard. And that wasn’t hard at all.”
Giving him a devilish smile, the Catgirl purred, “Come up here then.” With that order, Alia grabbed his shoulders and pulled him toward her. With both of their chests making contact and Alia sitting on his lap, Joe got his workout that eventually gave him sleep and put his mind at ease.
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At nine in the morning, Joe Trades emerged from the tent to clear his bladder. After he took care of his morning “business,” the human walked toward the center of the camp where the fire was cooking their morning meal. The pokégirls were doing there morning chores: Alia had cleaned the food that was caught by Mabella and herself and was now helping the Firecat cook the food, Mabella was cooking the food by controlling the flames of the fire, or rather was shooting flames at the ground which cooked the food, and Jade was boiling water on another fire pit.
Jade was the first to notice Joe walking towards them, she smiled at him warmly after seeing him. Joe smiled back at her and walked over to her. A beautiful girl happy to see me in the morning, that’s something I’ll enjoy getting used to. Joe Trades had never been one of the “social types” in his entire life. Actually, he had spent a lot of his time in the so called “shadows” and “behind the scenes” of society, avoiding attention whenever possible. It was not that he needed a reason to hide; it was just that people made him feel uncomfortable. The human knew that anyone was capable of doing anything, under the right circumstances, in which most of those things would likely result in him getting hurt or affected negatively one way or the other. By moving himself out of the limelight, he could have a little more security. Now that he had these ladies, and they wanted him, he felt as though he did not need to hide anymore. I guess things are finally looking up for me, Joe thought. The human stopped right next to Jade and knelt down beside her. “Good morning, cuteness.”
“Good morning yourself,” Jade said, giving him a morning kiss. “We were beginning to think that you needed to be woken up.”
“And whose job was that going to be?”
“Well,” Jade said. “Usually it’s Alia’s, but she wanted to make sure that Mabella wasn’t going burn the food. They both were able to catch quite a lot of fish this morning.” Jade smiled. “Although I do believe that we will be eating very little of it.” The NurseJoy ended that sentence with a wink.
“Oh well,” Joe said chuckling to her. “All this fresh cooked food over an open fire is great. I almost miss deep fried foods.” Damn, Joe thought. She looks so cute when she smiles.
“Deep fried foods?” Jade asked.
“Yeah,” Joe explained. “It’s when you cook food in boiling grease and oil. Deep fried onions were my favorite back in…”
“THAT’S DISGUSTING!” Jade screeched. It was loud enough to get Alia and Mabella’s attentions, since the two cat-types looked over at them. “How could you even consider putting that into your mouth?!”
“They aren’t that bad,” Joe rebutted. “I could eat an entire onion bulb myself and still look for seconds. When they are deep fried, all the juices are burned away, so they don’t even make you tear up.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Jade retorted, starting her lecture. “How can you eat something that you just described in how it was cooked? Saturated in all those oils and fats! GROSS! Don’t you even care about your body? Your health? Your well-being? You’re going to put yourself into a quick grave by eating all that garbage! I mean, look.” She grabbed Joe’s stomach with both of her hands. Mabella and Alia had already went back to cooking breakfast, since they had heard this type of food speech before, and were not in the least bit interested in hearing it again. “This is awful. I mean, I’ve seen men a lot worse than you have, but this small gut can be turned into muscle.”
“Thanks,” Joe frowned. “I think…if that was supposed to be a compliment. But I’m not in bad shape. My BMI is actually in the normal and healthy zone, despite my lack of muscle.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Jade apologized. “But it looks to me like you weren’t taking very good care of yourself. Did you eat this kind of food all the time?” The NurseJoy gave the human a caring, but worried expression.
That facial expression looks good on her too, Joe thought. He made a mental note to get that look from Jade on a more regular basis. “No,” he said. The pretty, pink-haired pokégirl gave him a small smile. “I also ate a lot of instant and quick foods and meals. You know, the kind made in dirty factories that pumped artificial chemicals and preservatives into all the food and had vermin running around all over the place.”
Jade’s eyes bulged and her face looked as though she was about to throw up. Joe smiled at his own sick little joke and answered what he thought was going to be Jade’s question when she recovered from his answer. “Well, the cockroaches and other bugs gave it a little bit more flavor, and it really wasn’t that bad if you didn’t think about how everything was made.”
Jade’s eyes were now fixed on him and the pokégirl gave him a hard stare. “I don’t care what you ate before two days ago. But from here on out, you are not going to eat anything unless I have approved it for you. Is that clear?”
Joe gave her his infamous “are-you-serious” look, but it had no effect on her.
“I SAID, ‘IS THAT CLEAR?!’”
“Yes ma’am,” he mumbled.
“Good,” Jade cheered. Smiling, she gave him a tight hug and whispered into his ear, “Thank you.”
It was hard for Joe to stay serious with the pokégirl, especially when she was smiling and hugging him so tightly that he could feel her breasts rubbing forcefully against him. I guess I should be telling her to stop ordering me around, Joe thought. But it’s hard to when she’s acting like this. Besides, she only has my best interests at heart.
While the two were embracing, Mabella jumped next to them and exclaimed, “Food’s ready! Better get it quick!” The Firecat ran back to the makeshift eating area of the campsite to fill her plate with fish and other smaller animals her and Alia caught. Jade and Joe both smiled to one another and walked over to get some breakfast.
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After they ate their breakfast, the group began to pack up the camping equipment. Since Joe had spent the least amount of time with Mabella, he decided to follow her around and help her. The Firecat showed him how to disassemble the tent she and Jade slept in the night before; which was the same model as the one Joe and Alia slept in. Joe did not know what to make of Mabella when he talked to her. She seemed to be in her late teens, but she seemed to act like a child most times, at least the times that Joe saw. Mabella was always jumping and skipping around and loved to joke with everybody, especially when it came to sex. Joe loved to joke about that subject too, so he felt pretty comfortable when they started telling dirty jokes to one another. He only felt a little out of place when she pounced on him and started to play wrestle. The human felt even more out of place when she pinned him to the ground and decided that she was going to start rubbing him all over his body, mostly when she started grinding against him. Joe did, however, have mixed feels when Alia and Jade decided to intervene and “save” him.
After the tents were packed, the group started for the town of Bristol. Alia said that it would take an hour or so to reach the town’s limits. Joe and his harem needed to deliver the head of the Arachnae to the town’s committee specifically. Alia told Joe the head was secured in the poképack that he carried, but she would get it out for him when they got to his office. The harem’s Alpha thought they would get there a little after Noon, but Joe was not too worried about the time. The human walked in between Jade and Alia, since Mabella was jumping in trees, in front of everyone, skipping, and everything else that was not walking. Everyone was also carrying their own poképack.
About a half-hour into the hike, Joe asked, “Hey Alia, where are all of your pokéballs?”
Alia turned to face him. “Why? Don’t you want us out with you? Did we do something bad?”
“No, no. It’s nothing like that. It’s just that my belt has all these miniature balls on it, and I always thought pokéballs were…well…bigger.”
The harem smiled, except for Mabella, who was jumping from tree limb to tree limb and was missing the entire conversation.
“Well,” Alia started. “They are bigger. Those ones on your belt are extras, ones you can use to catch ferals. Take one off you belt.” Joe tried to do as she instructed, but he could not get it off the first couple of times. The pokégirls giggled, but Jade reached down and showed the human how. After the little embarrassing moment, Joe held a miniature pokéball in the palm of his hand. “Do you see that button? Push that button.” The human pushed it and within two seconds, the pokéball expanded and grew to the size of a baseball. “To release your pokégirl, just hold the button at the center of the red sided section of the ‘ball. Since there is no pokégirl inside, nothing will happen. The button on the white side will call your ‘girl back. Remember, the front of the ball is where the activation and deactivation button is. Do you got all that?”
Joe looked over the pokéball, noting that when he held it properly, he would be able to release a pokégirl using his middle finger. However, if the human were to call her back, he would need to stretch his thumb down to hit the button. Both of the buttons were color coded to the side they were on, so the release button was red and recall button was white. Hmm, Joe thought. They never showed that in anything I saw or read about. I guess that’s how the tamers do everything without doing much. I always assumed that everyone who used pokéballs were telepathic or something. “Yeah,” he answered. “I think I got it.” Joe pushed the button in the middle and deactivated the empty pokéball.
After Jade knelt down and showed him how to properly put the pokéball back onto his belt, Joe stated, “However, none of you answered my first question.”
Jade looked up at her master, since she was still kneeling in front of him, Mabella was sitting on the ground resting and Alia all smiled at him. “I don’t know…Joe,” Alia joked. “If I tell you, you might just ‘ball us up if you get sick of us. As your Alpha, I need to think about everyone’s concerns, thoughts, and feelings. I just can’t have you ruin everything, now can I?”
“Knock it off, Alia,” Joe rebutted. “I don’t like idea of using ‘balls, but if I need to ‘ball someone up for whatever reason, I should know where all of yours are, right?”
“Just messing with you, Honey,” Alia said. She walked over to Joe and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Lay down.”
Joe looked at Alia and then at Jade. She had already gotten up and was standing next to him. “What for?” the human asked nervously.
Jade smiled. “You’ll see,” she cooed in his ear. “I promise nothing bad will happen to you, and you won’t be disappointed.” Joe was not buying it and remained still. “Come on sweetheart. Be a good boy and do it for me, please?” She stretched and dragged every syllable in “please.”
Joe took a breath and slowly lay on his back. Alia walked over to his feet and lifted up his left foot. Jade sat down cross-legged next to Joe on his left side, next to his shoulder. Being the guy he was, Joe looked over at Jade and noticed that she was wearing white panties. Jade saw the human look and smirked at him. “Do you like what you see, baby?” The NurseJoy grabbed Joe’s left hand and started to bring it closer to her. Joe resisted a little, but Jade only held it so it was between the two of them.
Alia brought Joe’s left foot up to his own stomach, turning and bending his knee so he would not stretch any of his leg muscles. Jade took the human’s hand and put his foot in its palm, so Joe was holding his left foot in his left hand. “Now,” Alia started. “I’m not sure this will work, but we’ll need to try it out. Den-Mar had this pair of boots tailored for this purpose. See where this symbol is, at the arch of the foot just before the heel? Move that upwards.” Joe did so and saw a little black platform. “That is a fingerprint identification pad. You need to put your right thumb on the pad and press it. Since you aren’t Den-Mar, I don’t know if this will work or not.” Alia stated, pausing for a second or two when she finished saying “Den-Mar.”
“Well,” Joe started. “Only one way to find out.” He pushed his right thumb down on the pad. After three seconds, the heel of his boot clicked and the heel came loose, moving away from the pad. He grabbed the loosened heel and pulled it down more. The heel covered a small compartment which housed three small pokéballs, each one lined up on a small track. After surveying this new feature of his boots, Joe commented, “Great, I’m replacing the pokéversion of James West. Now all I need is a six-shooter and a cowboy hat.”
All three pokégirls looked at him. “Who?” Mabella asked.
“James West. He was a…never mind.” Joe answered. “Anyway, I just click this thing back into place and cover the pad up, right?”
Alia smiled and nodded. “Yep, that’s it.”
Joe did so and stood back up. He grabbed the device on his poképack’s left arm strap and removed it. The device was about the size of a handheld calculator, but it was slightly heavier. Actually, it looked a lot like a thick PDA from his world. “What’s this now?”
Alia took it and explained, “This is the scanner and handheld display for your Pokédex. You do know what that is, right?”
“Sort of,” Joe said. “It’s kinda like a portable computer. It can scan anything I come into contact with and I can use it to communicate with just about anyone, anywhere, right?”
Alia smiled. “Basically, yes, that’s what it is mostly used for. Den-Mar bought this one for a pretty good price, and it works great. The main ‘Dex is not stored in the storage part of your ‘pack, but in the regular storage section. You can only store a few things in there, but they need to be small. One, the ‘Dex might get damaged, but I highly doubt it will. They make that particular model durable, but you can never be too careful, can you? Two, the more stuff you put in there, the heavier your bag will get. Since it’s not stored as energy, it will slow you down and tire you out. It’s always better to just leave your stuff in storage.”
“Mkay,” Joe said as he took the ‘Dex device back and refit it back to the strap. “Well, I think that’s all the questions I have for now…oh, except for one. When we get paid for this job, are you gonna take care of the payment account? ‘Cause I only know the codes for my bank, and I don’t think I’ll be needing those anymore.”
“Don’t worry,” Alia smiled. “Den-Mar let me handle more than my far share of the financial transactions. We aren’t in a pokégirl friendly League, but since we are temporary “guests” in it, the League overlooks a lot of the education he has given us. If anyone gives you advice about it, there’s no need for you to worry.”
“Got it. Okay, let’s get paid.”
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The Dark Haired Man awoke inside the tent he had set up after last night’s “activities.” He had gotten tired after he was done with the pokégirl and put the blonde back into her pokéball. There’s no need to give her a chance to rethink the situation that she’s in, The Dark Haired Man thought. All it takes is for one stupid, random thought to go through her skull and I’m fucked for good. The Dark Haired Man looked down at his belt, which held both the kitty and the blonde. The other two pokégirls he had tried to get to follow him were put at the bottom of his poképack the night before. No use in having them on the belt. At least if I have the kitty on the belt she can be used to motivate the Bombshell if she falls out of line.
The Dark Haired Man made another fire and in an hour, he was eating a ration pack he found in the poképack that was Ralph’s. Was it Ralph? Shit, who cares, the human thought. It’s mine now. The Dark Haired Man had taken out what he thought he would need from both poképacks and put them into one. The rest of the items were put into the second one, which he carried using his hands. It tired the hell out of him, but the human knew it did not hurt to be prepared. I should just get Blondie to carry it today, he thought. It wouldn’t hurt to show her that she can be useful to me. It doesn’t hurt to show your slave a little kindness. Build their confidence up a little, insert a little trust into them, and when they are about to stretch their legs to see how far they can go, BAM! Smack ‘em right back into place; where they first started out with you. The Dark Haired Man liked that, the only problem was not to get attached. That would ruin him.
After eating the ration, the human put the fire out, put the tent away, and got out his Pokédex. Stan’s career as a Team member is going to help me out. Not only did Stan have a credit stealing system, the stupid S.O.B. actually left instructions in how to use it! Basically, you connect with the credit system you want to steal from and the ‘Dex will hack through the security system. When the system is done, depending on how strong the security is, the program will take what money it could and scatter the credits into multiple accounts. It also can make a lot of transfers automatically to screw up someone looking for a simple paper trail. Christ, The Dark Haired Man thought. You would almost need one of those, what the hell do you call them?...Video Star Girls just to crack this system. Thanks Stanly. Now, where the Hell can I try this system out on? After seeing his location on the GPS function, the human decided to go to the city of Waveland. It was only about half a day’s journey from where he was, and it was almost Noon.
Well, he thought. Time to head out. The Dark Haired Man got out the Bombshell and handed her the second poképack. After he told her where they were going, the two started down the path towards Waveland. With Sophie walking in front of him, The Dark Haired Man thought, Damn, what a fucking nice ass!
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Before Joe and his harem got to town, the ladies said they wanted to stop. At first, the human had no idea what the harem was doing. They started going through their poképacks and Joe asked, “What the hell are you ‘girls doing?”
“Changing!” they all exclaimed.
“What?”
“We’re getting out our clothes,” Mabella explained. “What, you didn’t think that we walked around naked or in Jade’s case, plain uniform, everywhere we went, did you?”
“Well…kinda.”
The harem started giggling. In a few minutes, they all had clothes on. Jade changed from her nurse outfit into a tiny, pink t-shirt that matched her hair and put on a pair of jeans. Alia had put on a tight purple sweater that matched her eyes. She also put on a pair of jeans; however, hers were very tight fitting. Mabella wore a small orange t-shirt, which read, “If you think I’m not a fire-type, you should see me in bed!” and had on a pair of tiny cutoff jean shorts. Joe even saw that each one of them had put on a collar. Alia wore a cute black one with sparkles that looked like diamonds. Mabella had on a little pink one that seemed to look really good on her fur. Jade wore a green collar that looked more like a choker and which matched her eyes. After the harem was ready, Joe had to admit they all looked very attractive in their clothes too.
When Joe Trades walked into the town of Bristol, he thought it was in a small little burg that looked similar in television shows he had watched when he was a kid. The “downtown” only had one street, named Main Street of course, that displayed all the businesses that the town had to offer. There was only one restaurant that was also the town’s bar as well. There was one general store, which did not look like much to speak of. The Sheriff’s Office was something that looked smaller than the one in the old Andy Griffith Show Joe used to watch when he was growing up. The human noticed there seemed to be only the Sheriff and his Denmother deputy when he walked by the building. Each one was out on a rocking chair, staring at them as they passed by. Joe figured that it was his “wife” that took the responsibility of protecting the town with him.
I guess they ain’t too different from us, are they? Joe thought. The “law enforcement couple” did not seem to ask what Joe and his harem were doing in town, so the human just guessed that the two thought they were just passing by. Wait, Joe shook his head. That’s not right, what’s his name was here before. What was his name? Huh…Den…Mar…yeah, that’s right. Den-Mar was here about a week ago or so, at least that’s what Alia told me. Well duh, stupid, if Den-Mar hadn’t done this job, he wouldn’t have been killed. Joe looked back at his harem. Poor bastard.
Right next to the Sheriff’s Office was the Town Hall. That is where Joe and his harem needed to go. It was the town committee who assigned Den-Mar the job. On the way to Bristol, Alia explained that the Arachnae Mabella had killed would come into the town every few days and attack. This would usually happen at night, but she would tend to attack people out at night or the “residential district,” which was made up of a couple of dozen houses or so. The town was mostly made up of farmers, who were attacked by the feral pokégirl as well. It had gotten so bad, that before Den-Mar and his harem decided to take the job, the Sheriff and his Denmother enacted a curfew that no one could be out past 21:00 hours. This, of course, led to the local pub losing a lot of its business; since the town drinkers needed be home significantly quicker than when they would have wanted to. Small town pubs were not solely for drinking, but were the place for socializing.
When Joe and his harem walked into the Town Hall, the human got a small sense of nostalgia. It was not as if he had been in the town or building before, since he had never been in this universe, but the layout of the building was familiar. The set up reminded him of a Catholic Church. Instead of the church alter being in the front of the church, there was a table set up with people’s names on plaques. Joe assumed that those were the committee members and did not care to read their names. The “regular” townspeople sat in pews, which is exactly what the seats were. This place must have been a Catholic Church about three hundred years ago, Joe thought. I guess religion took a dive after all the people got killed in this town. Ha, I guess when your God kills everyone you love and care for, even after they pray to Him for salvation, that’ll do it. With that thought of cynicism, Joe asked his pokégirls, “Do any of you remember if we went to an office somewhere to talk to one of the members?”
The harem looked at him for a second, not understanding what their master meant, since he had never been to this place. After a few seconds, they understand what he meant. Joe was in public and needed put on the mask of Den-Mar, their former tamer. “Yeah,” Jade started. “There was an office back there.” Jade pointed to their right towards a narrow hallway. When the group walked down the hall, there were four doors, each side having two. The doors on the right were restrooms, but the other two on the left were offices. The first one read, “Michael Waine” and the other one, “Julie Cole.”
Joe knocked on Mr. Waine’s door, but no one was answering. He then knocked on Mrs. Cole’s door. “Yes?” Joe opened the door and found himself staring at a middle-aged woman. He was a little surprised to be staring at a human woman too, since they were supposed to be very rare in this world. She looked at Joe and smiled, “Ah, Mister…Holten was it? Were you able to stop the pokégirl?”
“Yeah,” Joe started. “We were able to stop her.” He took off his poképack and set it down at the ground. “So, how do you want to do this? Do you want the head and pay us now, or do we need to wait for everyone?”
“Would you mind if I saw the head right now?”
“Not at all. Alia, could you get the ‘prize’ out?” Alia walked over to the poképack and took a brown bag out of the storage section. She walked over to Mrs. Cole’s desk and set it down on top of it. The woman looked at the bag for few seconds before she got the courage up to look inside. When the woman did, she gasped and moved back so hard, she hit the back of her chair. “What’s the matter Ms. Cole? It’s a pokégirl’s head.”
After taking in a few breaths, she said, “I guess you’re right. Okay, I will you be staying in the Pokécenter then?”
Joe was a little surprised to hear that this small little place even had a Pokécenter. “Yes, we will.”
“Excellent. Then if you will join the committee for dinner at the Pub, we will transfer your reward money there.”
“I don’t mean to be a jerk or anything,” Joe explained. “But how about I get the reward now? I was hoping to go shopping at your store and refill on supplies.” I also don’t want you fuckers doing any little shit tricks, Joe thought. Like screwing me out of a fucking reward. These ‘girls lost someone dear to them, and it’s not gonna be for nothing.
“Well, I don’t know if I am able to make that kind of money transfer all by myself. I think I need to have the Sheriff and Mr. Waine’s approval before I can do that, and even then, they may not be able to pay you. Can you prove that this was the actual pokégirl that has been attacking our town?” She asked with a smile.
“WHAT?” Joe shouted and slammed his hands on her desk. Everyone in the room jumped, especially Julie. “We came here and agreed to take care of your problem. You all were grateful for us to show up here and agree to help you; but when we fulfill our end of the bargain and it’s time for you to do your part, you turn around and act like you can take all the time in the world to pay us, if your even going to.”
“We have made a contract and have a copy of it, remember Ms. Cole?” Alia piped up. “The agreement was we were to get payment on delivery of the Arachnae or undeniable proof of its death.”
Joe continued to stare at Julie Cole, Thank you, Alia, Joe thought. That little tit-bit of info help big time. We got ‘em by the balls now. Joe could not explain it, but based from all the experience he had before he came into this world, people would screw you over if they had the chance. He felt that this town was trying to do the same thing right now. “Now, I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Ms. Cole. I’ll go down to the Pokécenter and get a room. I’ll come back here to collect the money in an hour. Use that time to get whoever you need to be able to get me my money. If you are unable to get a hold of someone or are unwilling to pay me, I’ll have no choice but to get the League involved.” Joe could see the woman was getting nervous, but before she could retaliate, he grabbed the Arachnae’s head, which was still in the bag, turned around and left the office, followed by his harem.
When he left the room, Julie Cole let out a long sigh of relief. She was not a very big worrier, but tamers for hire always wanted their money. She quietly cursed to herself, “Damn those committee board members. They always try to weasel out of paying people like him. I know that we don’t have that much money, but why do they approve rewards that we can barely afford.”
The Ingenue got up and walked out of her office. She would go to the Sheriff’s Office and ask him to make the transaction. Sheriff Tom will be able get Mr. Holten his money, she thought. Julie put her hands on her arms and shivered. She did not know why, but it seemed as though the man she had just met was not a same man from a week ago. That one seemed to have more of a darker side than who I met last week. I guess I’m just being a worrier again. I just made him mad and last time I didn’t. Of course it’s the same man. When she walked out of the Town Hall, she looked down toward the Pokécenter and saw that Mr. Holten and his harem were just walking into the building. After a few seconds, Julie Cole turned and headed toward the Sheriff’s Office.
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When the group left the Town Hall, Joe was a little distraught by what had occurred. He turned to face his harem and asked, “Did that go well?”
Alia took a breath, “No, it didn’t. But if you are wondering if they will pay us, I believe they will. You were very convincing to her that you would go to the League if they decided not to fulfill their end of the contract. If they don’t, will you?”
Joe looked at her, “What do you think? You lost your master for this money. You should get it…don’t ya think?” Before Alia and the rest of the harem could retaliate to what the human just said, Joe turned and continued walking down the road. The pokégirls stood there for a second, not knowing what they should do, but they followed him. All three of them felt like smiling, hugging him, crying, kissing him, and screaming out of anger. The truth was: Den-Mar, their late tamer, was dead. He was killed by the very same pokégirl they were hired to kill; and to top it off, the town treated them as if everything they did was meaningless and were not going to give them anything for the trouble.
After a minute of walking, they all made it to the Pokécenter. At first, Joe thought it looked like a small hospital, nothing that would be a good motel. Well, duh genius, Joe scolded himself. It’s a Pokécenter; its first order of business is to heal. When they walked into the reception area, a cute NurseJoy, who looked an awful lot like Jade, was sitting behind the desk. Before Joe could listen to that same little voice in his head call him dumb again, this time for comparing what this world called “stock” pokégirls, he said, “Good afternoon, Miss. May you tell me if there is an available room?” Joe ended the question with a kind smile, or at least that is what he had tried for. Back in his world, Joe did not use to smile a lot. By not doing this, it caused people to think that he was always mad or serious.
It must have worked because the NurseJoy behind the desk smiled back at him, responding with, “Yes, we have plenty of rooms available. There are only two other tamers staying here for the night. Would you like to meet them later? We serve free meals to tamers and their harems here in the cafeteria. We don’t get a lot of traffic here, so we make them complementary.”
“No thank you,” Joe answered. “I want to take my ‘girls out to the restaurant you have in town…unless you think the food there isn’t worth the price. Or did you make the food here? If you did, I’d have to take the offer for the free meal.” Joe finished as he flirted a little bit with the nurse.
She started to giggle and blush a little bit, but she would have not encouraged the human if she could have seen through him. The Three pokégirls were getting a little irritated by what was happening in front of them and they would have made sure that there was only room for one NurseJoy in their master’s life, and that position was filled. “No, no. I can’t cook. I just work here and help with the patients. The food at the restaurant is great, it has a little of everything for everyone. However,” the nurse got a concerned look on her face. “There’s a curfew that gets put into effect at 21:00 hours, so don’t be out past then. A feral Arachnae has been causing quite a nuisance for everyone.” She handed him his key and a small map of the Pokécenter. “Your room is down the right hall on right hand side. I’ll be working until Midnight, so just let me know if you need anything.” She winked and smiled at the human. “Ask for Susie.”
Joe took the key and map, replying back, “Thank you, Susie. I might have taken you up on that, but I don’t know what my ‘sweetest hearts’ would think about that offer. They get a little jealous and protective. Oh, and I wouldn’t mind that curfew anymore. I got a feeling that it’s gonna be lifted in an hour or so.” Joe finished the conversation with a wink and headed to his room. “Let’s go relax for a bit, ladies.” The three pokégirls followed Joe, without giving one look at the NurseJoy receptionist, toward their room.
Susie watched the group leave the lobby. Gosh, Susie thought. Did he really take care of it? She leaned back into her chair and thought, I hope he puts those girls away for the night and comes to get me. I’d make sure he’d wanna trade up that other NurseJoy for me. Susie let out a sigh. Oh well, I girl can dream, right?
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The room Joe and his harem occupied was not the most luxurious room Joe had ever been in, though it was the best room he ever stayed in for free. It was the size of a hospital room, except the floor was carpeted, not tiled. It looked more like a college dorm room than it did a hospital room. A double size bed was set up in the middle of the room, which to Joe’s surprise had binding restraints. Hmm, Joe thought. These could be fun later. There was, what appeared to be, a television set in front of the bed. Joe was not sure what this world would televise and he really did not care to find out. Maybe it has some porn videos tamers can get ideas from, he thought. But that would fall under educational, wouldn’t it? He joked lightly to himself.
Without so much as smiling at his joke, Joe set his poképack on the bed. With a small sigh, he looked toward the window that was in the back of the room and caught sight of a desk with a computer terminal. He sat down at the chair next to the computer terminal and looked out the window. The Pokécenter was at the edge of town and the window faced the forest. It was not the best view the human ever seen of nature, but it was better than facing the town. When he began to think about them, Joe started getting a sick feeling in his stomach. Closing his eyes, the dimensional traveler tried to figure out why he was feelings these things.
The pokégirls immediately sat down on the bed, starting to soak in the fresh scent of clean linen. Mabella got off the bed first and looked at the door next to the television. “Oh, I hope they have a bath.” She walked into what Joe guessed to be the restroom and heard her screech. “THEY DO! I want a bath before we go to eat! Den-Mar, when are we eating?”
It took Joe a second to realize that she was asking him the question. I guess I might as well answer, he thought. “I’m not sure, probably after we get the money. We’ll come back here before we go out though.” The human continued to have his eyes closed and face the window as he slouched in the chair. Alia looked at him, not really sure what was the matter, and walked over. She touched the back of Joe’s neck with her hand and rubbed it. Her master reacted with a little jump when she first touched him, but he let her continue what she was doing. Alia felt that Joe was very tense and decided to do something about it.
Turning to face him, she sat down in his lap and purred into his ear, “What’s wrong, Baby?”
Joe opened his eyes and looked into hers and muttered, “Everything.”
She paused for a second, thinking, what could he mean by that? She started to stroke his hair and asked, “Why is that? Is it because of the money?”
“No,” Joe said. “It’s this whole thing. This whole situation. My Goddamn fucking joke of a life. It’s like a fucking ironic joke that never ends. That’s what’s wrong.” His turned away from her face and closed his eyes.
Alia looked at her harem sisters, who had made themselves very comfortable on the bed. From what she could tell, they were getting into an “educational” movie that was on and wanted to try some things out on themselves. Alia looked back at her tamer, took his head with her hand, and forced him to face her. Joe opened his eyes at her and she asked him, “What do you mean by that?”
Joe sighed. “Before I came here, my life wasn’t the most exciting. In fact, most people would call it downright boring. I didn’t have a good and exciting job, my family was alright, but I didn’t see them that much. I had no one that I was personal with, so I should have been lonely. But for some reason, I wasn’t lonely. I just continued on as if not having someone or being undesirable was just the hand that I have been dealt with. Back home, no one, besides my family, ever gave me a second thought. Hell, a complete stranger, like that pretty NurseJoy in the lobby, wouldn’t have given me a second thought. She probably wouldn’t have even smiled at me, since this place is government run…I mean…League run, she wouldn’t even need to be nice to me. That is the kind of cold and harsh world that I’m used to being in. So I would just say inside my apartment, never wanting or desiring to meet new people. Seeing it through my eyes, who’d want to, huh?
“But then I came here, to this place. Suddenly, I have three queens, three beautiful ladies that want me, ME, to take over their tamer’s place. To love and care for them. And on top of all that, girls here are actually hitting on me. ON ME!” He stopped and closed his eyes. “I don’t know, I guess it’s just finally catching up to me that I’ll never go back.”
Alia looked at Joe and started to hug and snuggle him. I forgot that his wasn’t Den-Mar until he reminded me, the Catgirl thought. “What brought this all about?” she asked into his ear.
“I guess it was all that talk back in what’s-her-name’s office. She reminded me of most people in my world. I guess I just let it get to me…sorry about that.” Joe tried to smile, but it was weak.
Alia did, however, and licked his cheek. “Don’t worry about it. Wanna take a bath before we head back to the office?” She smiled evilly at him.
Joe was able to smile back then. “Sure, do you think the others will mind?”
Alia looked over at Jade and Mabella and giggled. “No, they’re in the middle of something…it looks like the “it” is the TV’s remote control.” Joe turned his head to see what she meant. When he saw what the Catgirl was talking about, he started to laugh.
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“I apologize for Mrs. Cole’s behavior, Mr. Holten,” Michael Waine stated as he ushered Joe Trades to a stool at the restaurant’s pub. As Joe took the stool while his harem stood near him, Michael continued, “We are usually afraid that a tamer or a grifter will come to our little place and swindle us for what we have, which is not much.”
“Not at all, Mister Waine,” Joe stated. “I have run into similar circumstances myself. However, you must understand my situation. I was nearly killed to defend your town, and when I come back…” Joe outstretched his hands a little on the bar.
“Yes. Of course. Once again, I am sorry.” Michael Waine pulled a card out from his coat pocket and handed it over to Joe. “Just give this card a scan and that’s all that needs be done.”
Joe took the card from Michael Waine. “Thank you, Mr. Waine.” Joe grabbed the handheld device for his Pokédex and handed both over to Alia. Michael thought this to be an odd scene, since pokégirls were not allowed to know such critical information about financial transactions.
“Please,” Mr. Waine stated. “Call me Mike. Are business is concluded, once your…pokégirl…has taken care of the payment.”
“All right, Mike,” Joe said. “What would you like me to do with the head?” Joe pointed at his poképack.
“Whatever you’d like,” Mike retorted. “I don’t really feel like mounting her head on a wall in the Town Hall. That place used to be ‘holy ground’ years back. It just doesn’t seem holy for me to do that, even though I should. You know?”
“Yeah,” Joe answered. “I do. I guess I’ll bury it or something. Maybe they’ll want it at the ‘Center for study. Who the fuck knows…maybe they’ll figure out why this one went crazy, huh?”
They both chuckled. Alia handed the card back to Mike Waine. “Everything is all set, Sir. Thank you for the payment.”
“Not at all, little lady,” Mike Waine said, eyeing her up as he did. “You’re lucky to have a master who gives you more education than the law allows.” Mike Waine turned to Joe after he said this.
“We are not from this league originally, Mike,” Joe explained. “I will not have my ‘girls be mind-wiped just because I’m a guest in this place. The League understands this and tolerates it. However, they do not wish me to make a permanent residence here. They fear that when I go to towns like these, and I show everyone that pokégirls are more useful to everyone when they are competent, it will bring an outcry for change.” Joe shrugged. “But who knows. Maybe this League will change too, huh?”
“Quite right,” Mike nodded. “Sadly, ‘kits are only taught to talk. It’s a shame that we can’t teach them more…maybe even own property when their owner dies. Actually, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Julie Cole could have paid you. She is authorized by the town. The problem is: she’s an Ingenue, a pokégirl. The League would have her go through a cycle if they found out. She was protecting herself and her master. Do you understand?” Waine asked him.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Good,” Mike said. The two men shook hands. “I wish you the best of luck.”
“Yeah, you too.”
Joe got up off the stool and motioned his harem to the restaurant’s hostess, a cute Boobisaur, and asked for a table. Smiling, the plant-type led them to one and gave only Joe a menu. The human soon asked for three more copies. The hostess looked at him for a second, a little confused, and then did as he asked. Joe was only in this league for about two days or so, and already he did not like it.
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Babs had a pretty good buzz going. The pokégirl had been drinking about one beer every ten minutes and did not want to stop anytime soon. However, the bar she was at with her master, The Mosquito, was about to close in a few minutes. The bar tender/owner, Mister Staffer, was about to give last call for drinks and the Mini-Top would need to take her “master” home soon. That miserable bastard, she thought to herself. He turned me into this! I used to be so pretty, and my “girls” were so big and sexy. Guys would be drooling when they caught sight of me…now they try to stay away from me. Babs fought back a sob; she did not want anyone, no matter how drunk they were, to see her having any sympathy and self-pity. Julius, her so-called master, was on her left side and was just about as drunk as she was. She looked over to him, thinking, I hate you. I wish you were dead. That was not just the alcohol talking. Babs really wanted him die, but she would be dead herself, if she did anything. The League did not care if she was abused, but if something were to happen to her stupid master, the bigot fucks would do anything it could to protect him. She could not even get a new master, what with there being no Sadie Poken’s Day in Crescent. It isn’t far.
As she continued to drown her sorrows in her drink, a man wearing a black Kattle jacket and matching hair walked in. The Dark Haired Man looked around and surveyed the room. He caught sight of Babs and began to stare at her. The Mini-Top glared at him when she saw the human. Now he’ll leave, the pokégirl thought.
But the man did not leave. In fact, he smiled at her and sat down on the stool next to her on her right side. Mister Staffer walked over to The Dark Haired Man and asked, “Whattle ya have?”
“I’ll take a glass of the strongest and sweetest stuff in this place,” The Dark Haired Man stated. The human started eying Babs again. When he got his drink, The Dark Haired Man slid his glass over to the pokégirl and said, “Spit in this and swirl it with your finger.”
Babs looked at this newcomer with a questioning look. “What do you want me to do?” She was not sure if the booze had gotten to her or if this guy was some pervert. “I don’t think I heard you quite right,” she told him in a strong, demanding voice. “Repeat that.”
The man looked her right in the eye and said, “I told this joker to give me a glass of the strongest and sweetest stuff in this place. You ain’t in this drink, so he gave me shit.”
Babs did not know if she should laugh at what this human just said, but she was giggling. “Are you serious?”
“Dead,” he said to her, not even smirking when he said it.
Slowly, the Mini-Top grabbed the glass, not taking her sapphire blue eyes off the human’s coal black eyes, and held it up to her mouth. She spit into the glass, but tried not to get any “spit-foam” into the drink, and swirled everything with her finger. Babs gave the drink back to the man and he greedily swallowed all of it. Smiling, he asked, “You’re a Mini-Top…aren’t you?”
Taking a breath, Babs nodded, “Is that problem?”
The Dark Haired Man smiled brightly, “Not at all. In fact, that’s perfect. I figured you were from that cute little ass you got.”
Babs smiled a little. It had been quite a while since she was complimented by someone. Julius never did anymore and everyone she would run into was too afraid to be in the same room as her. This did not stop the Mini-Top from wearing her favorite, little black dress to a dive bar like The Mosquito, but she wanted to look good sometimes. I don’t look nearly as good as I used too, the pokégirl thought. Actually, she now looked around the room and noticed that the four of them were now the only ones left in the bar.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” the man assured her. “I’ll bet you’d like a nice ass massage as I’m fucking you nice and proper…wouldn’t you?”
Babs could not believe her floppy white ears. Is this guy serious? she thought. Is he actually hitting on me? What should I do? I belong to Julius and he’ll get mad real quick at this guy. He doesn’t look like the muscular type, and I don’t know if he could win against Julius. I should tell him to stop…but…it feels sooo good to be complimented. “Um, I’m here with my…master…so uh, you shouldn’t say stuff like that.” Babs choked out master, which also took her an extra two seconds and a lot of struggling to do so. The pokégirl would cry herself to sleep after her master would tame her. Julius would make her scream and smack her all the while. While she was in her restraints, she could not even defend herself, not even when he got out all his “toys.” Just thinking about it in passing was making her feel sick.
“WHAT?!” The Dark Haired Man almost laughed out. “You mean his low-life piece of shit?! Wow…this guy looks like the star attraction of a freak show.” The human chuckled to himself.
Julius heard this comment, since he started to listen in on the conversation when this guy started talking to his pokégirl, and decided to say something. If it was a fight this fucker wanted, a fight he was going to get. “Hey, Shit-head! What did you just say to me?” He pushed Babs away from the bar as he asked this. No one talks that way about me, Julius thought. No one.
“Didn’t say anything to you, you stupid son-of-a-Whorizard!” The Dark Haired Man shouted. “I was talkin’ to sweet cheeks here…and you interrupted me. So why don’t you go find some Dildo Queen to wear your ass out!”
“YOU FUCKER!” Julius got up from his stool and walked over to The Dark Haired Man, who had stood up already. Julius was about four inches taller than The Dark Haired Man and was feeling very confident, even more so with the booze in him. This fucker’s gonna feel pain, he thought. “You’d better get a pokégirl out if you got one, ‘cause your fucked!”
“Have a woman fight my battles? You guys really are cowards!” With that, The Dark Haired Man uppercut Julius with his right hand, palm half open. Mister Staffer and Babs were both looking at Julius, who was too drunk to notice what was happening, but The Dark Haired Man had grabbed his empty glass in his right hand when he had stood up. The glass shattered when it hit Julius’s jaw, leaving a deep cut into the skin. Starting to bleed and confused at what just happened, Julius grabbed his jaw and bent his head down.
That was all The Dark Haired Man wanted. Grabbing Julius’s head, The Dark Haired Man pushed down with all his might and smashed his opponent’s head on the bar. After Julius’s head made contact, The Dark Haired Man grabbed the back of his opponent’s head by the hair and continued to slam Julius’s face up and down and as hard and fast as he could.
After what appeared to be an hour, but in reality had only been twenty seconds, Mister Staffer got a hold of himself and grabbed the club he kept under the credit register. “HEY! YOU!” Pointing the club at The Dark Haired Man, he shouted, “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! NOW!”
The Dark Haired Man snarled at him, “Or what? You’ll WHAT?” The ebony haired human slammed Julius’s head right into the edge of the bar as hard as he could one last time. The edge of the bar went straight into Julius’s eyes, breaking the apex of his nose. The victorious human let go of Julius’s head and he fell like a ragdoll on the floor.
Babs was the only one to see it, but Julius’s face had been completely mashed and flattened out. He did not even look like her master anymore. The Mini-Top started shaking from what she had just seen; so bad in fact, she fell off her stool and onto her ass. It was one thing to want to inflict violence on everyone, but it was a huge jump to actually do it. This guy had just injured, probably killed, her master just for the right to talk to her. No one had ever done anything like that for her before. Even when I was pretty, she thought. She looked up at The Dark Haired Man. Who are you?
The Dark Haired Man was snarling at Mister Staffer like a madman, but the bartender was the one holding the club. “I’ll bash your FUCKIN’ FACE IN! THAT’S WHAT!”
The Dark Haired Man reached into his coat and pulled out his M1911 and pointed at the bartender’s/owner’s face. Thumbing back the hammer, he proclaimed, “Merry Christmas, Shit-Head!” A second after the trigger was pulled; gray matter and parts of Mister Staffer’s skull hit the wall behind him, turning the wall an unsightly dark red color.
The Mini-Top was now covering her floppy ears the best way she could from the noise and scene she had just witnessed. She did not see Mister Staffer’s body, but she assumed he was dead. He…he…he shot him…, the bunny-type thought. Just then, the man looked down at her.
“How ‘bout it, babe,” he asked her, reaching his hand down to help her up. “Wanna be my Alpha? I promise you won’t regret it.” The human finished with a large smile.
Staring at him, she thought. Is this guy for real? Is this a dream? He freed me…and now he wants me…ME! What did do to get this guy? He killed for me… She grabbed his hand and he lifted her up onto her bunny feet. They faces were only about two inches away from each other, and before she could say anything, he kissed her deeply.
After a few seconds of passionately embracing, the ebony haired human released the pokégirl and said, “Now help me with the credit register. After we get this thing for all the credits it has, grab your ‘ball and we can get a motel room. Your life as you knew it…is over. Time to trade up for a better one.”
The Dark Haired Man did not see it when he turned for the register, to try out the hacking software his Pokédex had, but Babs had started crying silently. I’m free, she thought. I’m free!
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Joe Trades was in his apartment, reading some more Pokégirl Fanfiction. Awesome, he thought. The site expands almost every day. And with that, new ideas flow. Hmm, when did I become a deep thinker? College was metaphorically kicking his ass, but Joe just so happen to own a pair of steel-toe boots. Never go to an ass kicking completion without ‘em. He looked at his kitten he had recently got, who was lying on his desk next to his computer monitor. “What?” he asked her. Time to go to bed?”
She meowed at him.
“Fine,” Joe said. “Just let me shut off the computer.” After the computer was completely shut off, he picked her up and plopped her on the bed. He removed his clothes and got under the covers. Now that he was a new “father,” he would have a reason to come back to his apartment and be happy. Soon, the semester would be done and he could relax. Things were starting to look up for Joe Trades.
Notes:
Pokédex Entries
BOMBSHELL, the Grenade Pokégirl
Type: Near Human
Element: Steel
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: Rocks, Dirt, Metal
Role: Demolition
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Dragon, Flying, Ghost, Ice, Normal, Plant, Poison, Psychic, Rock, Steel
Weak Vs: Electric, Fighting, Fire, Ground
Attacks: Punch, Kick, Uppercut, Backhand, Tackle, Takedown, Self-Destruct, Explosion
Enhancements: Enhanced Endurance (x3), Enhanced Durability (x4), can rebuild herself from Explosion & Self-Destruct, can control her explosions, cannot feel pain
Evolves: Unknown
Evolves From: None
Bombshells were among the first 'tech' Pokégirls to be discovered. The majority of them have camouflage-colored skin that feels like a flexible ceramic, and dark green, metallic, almost chitinous shells around their waists, D-cup breasts, forearms, hands, feet, and lower legs. Their spine is visible through their back and looks like a series of metal panels. They have only one ear, and in place of the other one is a small lever with a removable pin in it. Very little can actually hurt them, although Bombshells tend to be nervous around fighting types and tend to make sure that they don't leave their spines facing a fighting-type. They are VERY protective of their spines, as it contains the magnetic aura that allows them to pull themselves back together after blowing up, and don't like to be on their backs at any time as a consequence. The metallic panels of their spines cause stress on their backs, and a Tamer can easily earn the affections of their Bombshell by giving them a back rub, paying special attention to the area exactly around the panels that make up the spine. The breed as a whole has red eyes and blonde hair, leading some to nickname them 'Blonde Bombshells.'
No one really knew what to make of Bombshells at first. They were a tough breed of Pokégirl, rather attractive for those who liked Steel-types, and very fun-loving. (Although they tended to overdo it to the extreme on explosion-related puns.) The problem was that they tended to blow up a lot. Literally.
Bombshells are one of two Pokégirls known to be capable of surviving the Self-Destruct and Explosion Pokégirl attacks. Their bodies explode with concussive force, sending shrapnel everywhere. They can then remake their bodies quickly, in under five minutes for a single limb exploded, up to twenty for any larger detonation, using an internal magnetic charge to piece themselves back together. They can even rebuild themselves from almost total destruction, although his takes a lot out of them, regeneration taking forty minutes, leaving them dizzy and weak for a couple days. They can also explode just a part of their body for a pseudo-projectile attack, making them more useful that just regular bombs. They can fully detonate themselves or simply shoot off their hands or feet for a long range attack, or simply explode a limb to destroy bonds that are holding them. (This, consequently, has made Domina-types HATE them with a passion, as they simply keep blowing up any bonds they tie them with.) To explode their entire bodies, they remove the pin that is in place of one of their ears. However, they don't do that as much as one would think a living explosive would do, as it leaves them incredibly dizzy. They are VERY careful to retrieve their pin after rebuilding themselves from an explosion, as they would detonate almost instantly after reforming if they didn't hold the locking handle down constantly.
Bombshells do not feel pain, so all exploding does is make them aroused, sending a rush of sensation through their bodies. (Fortunately for Tamers, being aroused seems to act as a catalyst against a Bombshell's ability to explode themselves, so there is little worry of a Bombshell blowing up mid-Taming.) They can control the intensity of their detonations to a point, making the damage range from only enough to knock down a normal human, to powerful enough to destroy a heavy vehicle such as a tank from Pre-Sukebe times. Bombshells usually just keep their explosion levels at just enough to knock out an attacking Pokégirl, as the stronger the explosion, the longer their recovery time. It's been confirmed that Bombshells can use an explosion stronger than that, but just suggest that to them and they will become very fearful and panicky, starting withdraw into themselves so much that it makes a Shy Maiden seem like a Wildcat by comparison. However if the subject of pushing the limits of their detonations is avoided, Bombshells remain happy, bubbly Pokégirls that love to be useful in any means they are allowed to be.
It was eventually discovered that Bombshells could be reformed in a much quicker fashion. Either by chance or a limited form of control over the way they explode, the spine of a Bombshell always remains intact and lands near the Bombshell's Tamer. By running their fingers along the detached spine of a Bombshell creates a magnetic surge that reforms the Bombshell completely within seconds. This, however, is not recommended, as the Bombshell will be incredibly dizzy for however long it would have taken them to normally repair from an explosion of a part of their bodies, a full body explosion causing the longest recovery time. It's best, if this method of reforming a Bombshell is used, to put them in their Pokéball and let them recover, or place them on a bed and wait for them to get their bearings.
After a couple years of hesitant study, it was discovered that Bombshells could be very useful in land reclamation and demolitions work. They could also test the quality level of soil by eating a handful of it, although mostly Bombshells stay in construction and League law enforcement groups. They are, sadly, frequently found in Team Rocket-style groups, leading some more conservative Leagues to make heavy regulations against ownership of them. They also have hearing problems due to the fact that they have only one ear.
Feral Bombshells are extremely rare, but they do exist. They tend to be very jumpy and skittish, and will explode at random if startled. In terms of Taming, it's best to have a psychic-type or a plant-type to help the Bombshell relax and make them almost totally incapable of exploding. A Milktit creating milk with a relaxant affect will suffice as well. If a Tamer allows his/her Bombshell to become Feral, they will not only be derided as a moron by their peers, they will also be fined heavily for their irresponsibility.
No Threshold cases of turning into a Bombshell have been reported. Some assume that this may be because during the early stages of Threshold, the Bombshell might not be able to control her explosion powers and be unable to reform herself. However this is just a theory, and has not been proven as fact.
INGENUE, the Generalist Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal
Frequency: Common
Diet: Human style foods, leaning towards Vegetarian
Role: Domestics, General labor, anything that doesn’t require paranormal powers
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting, poison attacks, domination attacks
Attacks: Bite, Punch, Kick, Tackle, Pummel, Yell, Wrestle, Growl, Glare, Cheer, Takedown, Leap, Hammer, Dodge, Trample, Concentration, Double Edge, Helping Hand, Love ‘N’ Affection, Once More
Enhancements: Enhanced Durability (x2), Enhanced Speed (x2), Enhanced Strength (x2)
Evolves: Diva (normal), Damsel (orgasm), Sidekick (any elemental stone), Battle Angel (Heavy Metal; trade item), Duelette (Become competent in Duel Monsters games/win a tournament), Shieldmaiden (Psi Crystal)
Evolves From: Bunnygirl (stress)
A great number of times, girls go through Threshold without any real change, other than maybe getting a little sexier in appearance. When this occurs, they become a Pokégirl known as an Ingenue.
Ingenues are among the most tolerated form of Pokégirl, as they have no animalistic appearance or over-the-top attacks. Even in more anti-Pokégirl Rights Leagues, such as Indigo, Ingenues aren’t as badly treated. Essentially, they’re hornier humans, although you’ll get a dirty look and the cold shoulder from any Ingenue who hears you describe them like that. Their Feral state is mild, leaving them in a state of distraction.
Ingenues are not combat-suitable Pokégirls. They are, however, extremely useful in domestic tasks or basic scut work. Frequently they can be found in stores, working as clerks or chefs. Some Ingenue owners also hide the fact that their girls are Ingenues in consideration for people who don’t like Pokégirls. This is easy to do, since Ingenues do not have any distinguishing marks. Also, frequently Ingenues are employed to keep an eye on their ditzier cousins, the Bimbos.
As mentioned earlier, Ingenues are not combat-suitable Pokégirls. During the Revenge War, they were used as infiltrators, sneaking into human encampments and then either spying or, in rarer cases, triggering an evolution to Sidekick through means that were unknown until the discovery of elemental stones.
Some Bunnygirls evolve in Ingenues through stress, although the mechanism is uncertain. Some crueler people have said that forcing a Bunnygirl to use her brain will turn her into an Ingenue. Those people were given a wedgie and hung by their underwear from a flagpole. I am not making this up, there are several recorded incidences of this happening.
Ingenues are a fairly commonplace Threshold. Most girls who undergo a transformation into an Ingenue accept it fairly well, as all they get is a slightly increased libido.
MINI-TOP (aka BUN-BUN), the Excessively Violent Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal/Fighting
Frequency: Very Rare/Rare (on the rise in some areas)
Diet: alcoholic (mostly beer)/vegetarian (mostly alfalfa)
Role: discipline, assassination, intimidation, wanton violence and destruction
Libido: High (demanding-often the ones doing the Taming)
Preference: Bi-sexual
Attacks: Slap, Double Slap, Hyper Slap, Backhand, Nipple Cripple, Pummel, Headbutt, Uppercut, Bicycle Kick, Mega Punch
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x5), Enhanced Speed (x5), Enhanced Hearing (x5), Retarded Aging, High Intelligence
Weaknesses: increased susceptibility to electrical attacks, and to attacks from Dominas
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Bunnygirl, Beach Bunny, PlayBunny, MoonBunny, March Hare, Snowbunny (all evolve by emotional trauma caused by abuse, or witnessing highly frequent and/or extremely excessive acts of violence)
Woe the Tamer who unexpectedly finds himself with one of these in his Harem, for Mini-Tops are an excessively violent and aggressive breed, second only to a Mousewife defending her master's life. Upon reaching this stage the Pokégirl goes not only through the standard physical change but also a marked personality change. Physically, the Pokégirls breasts become noticeably smaller, the ass becomes rounder and firmer, and the ears become longer(down to about knee level) and rather "floppy." Personality-wise the change is much more extreme. The Pokégirl becomes highly interested in switch-blades, .45 caliber Glochs, Tripod-mounted chainguns, high-yield explosives, and causing pain. Mini-tops are highly aggressive and dominating; this combined with a markably increased sexual appetite makes for an extremely demanding Pokégirl who refuses to take "No! God No! Somebody Help Me! PLEASE!!!!" for an answer. The foolish Tamer who refuses the Mini-Top's advances is typically beaten and battered into helpless submission and ridden for all he's worth. Those tamers who accept their advances are treated in much the same way. Mini-tops will use any excuse to perform acts of violence, cruelty, or (their favorite) violent cruelty. Being highly aggressive and competitive they constantly seek the position of Alpha. Because of this, they have a strong rivalry with those of the Domina family. Add to this the Mini-top's lack of concern for the lives of others(save for their master's) and this provides for an extremely dangerous and potentially lethal rivalry. It should also be noted that Mini-tops have a particular "dislike" of Electric types; causing them to focus on abusing, torturing, trying to kill, and (oddly enough) trying to bite electric types(in particular, trying to bite the tails of those that have them) Despite their thin, frail, and cute appearance; the Mini-top is surprisingly strong. All in all a very combat oriented breed. An increased level of intelligence means that this breed is also very sneaky and conniving, one should not place much trust in the words of a Mini-top, unless of course they happen to be threats against your life. They are a verbally cruel, abusive, and insulting breed; and they will constantly point out the faults of their master and insult him, "nerd-boy" being a particular favorite insult of theirs.
Yet for those brave (or stupid) tamers who wish to master the Mini-Top, there is hope. Because of a peculiar quirk of their metabolism, Mini-Tops become easily inebriated(drunk). When in this state, the Mini-Top is a much more laid-back and friendly Pokégirl. Often expressing their strong affection for those around them, and being all-around a very sociable breed; but only when drunk beyond human comprehension. One should also mention that Mini-Tops hate breast jokes of all kinds(for obvious reasons), and will severely "punish" anyone who utters such jokes in their presence. Also, Mini-Tops hate telemarketers (not that we blame them but...) to the extent of hunting them down and killing them, also bombing their office buildings, and doing all-round slaughters of such individuals on sight, and using their victims' spleens to decorate the walls. The reason for such violent animosity is as of yet unexplained, the research team investigating this were all found mysteriously disemboweled with shampoo in their eyes.
It must also be noted that only domesticated Bunnies can evolve into a Mini-Top, the reason for this is as of yet unknown.
Despite their being discovered only recently, Mini-Tops enjoy a large and avid following. Their fans affectionately refer to them as Bun-Buns, an obvious reference to their well-shaped derrieres and a slight preference for anal intercourse. There is debate as to whether this following has sprung up out of love for the breed, or out of fear for it.