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Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
Tommy – Rudyard Kipling
Chapter 3
“So what do you want to know?” Mark Devine leaned back in his chair and peered at Winston through his shaggy hair.
“I want to know about your pokegirl. How’d you catch her? What do you have to do to take care of her?”
Mark nodded. “I knew it! I figured out that’s why you were here just as soon as I saw yours.” He glanced at Alice. She’d settled down after getting them both a beer from the cooler Winston had brought. Winston had been looking for it so he’d noticed when she touched Mark’s fingers with hers while handing it to him. She’d been silent ever since and he found that curious.
Mark took a gulp of beer. “I found Bessie lying by the side of the road outside of Yakima. She’d been hit by a car and someone had shot her to boot.” He shrugged. “I put her in the car and brought her home.”
“Why?”
Mark grinned. “Bessie!”
She appeared silently in the doorway. “Sir?” Bessie was definitely a bovine pokegirl, she had tiny horns jutting from her forehead along with a tufted tail which hung limply behind her. She was nude, making examination easy. Her coloration was fleabit, primarily gray with a smattering of black and brown specks covering her hide. She was narrow hipped, with a short waist. Her breasts, however, were enormous, easily as large as Winston’s head. He’d never been a tit man, but Winston could appreciate how some people would find that very attractive.
Mark grinned. “Just look at those tits. Could you let that pass by?” He motioned to Bessie. The Milktit ducked her head and retreated back into the depths of the house. “She’s got work to do and no time to be chit-chatting.”
Winston nodded. “I see.” Alice cocked her head at his colorless tone. “So why is she still here?”
“Why?” Mark guffawed. “Man, she’s perfect. She won’t talk if I don’t want her to and she does everything I tell her.” He smirked. “And she lets me do anything I want to do to her, without complaining. Hell, she can eat grass, so I don’t even have to worry about feeding her.”
Winston felt gorge rise in his throat, but forced a smile. “Really?” He took a deep breath. “I take it she’s the reason that you’re suddenly a dairy farmer?”
“Yup. Those glorious tits make gallons of milk every day and I’m selling it just as fast as she can make it. The taste is loads better than cow’s milk.”
Alice made a small motion with her head and somehow Winston understood. “Alice? You have something you want to add?”
She nodded slowly and looked at the floor. “Sir, I wanted to warn you that Milktit milk will make pokegirls lactate for about a week if they drink any of it. It has to be boiled before they can drink it without lactation starting.”
Mark frowned. “What the hell is a Milktit?”
“That’s what kind of pokegirl Bessie is,” Winston replied. “She’s a Milktit.”
“Really? Great!” Mark drank more beer. “Will her milk work on human women, Winston?”
Winston glanced at Alice, who gave a tiny shake of her head. “No, Mark, it won’t.”
“That’s a damned shame. I know some guys who’d pay good money for to be able to take it fresh like that.”
“Maybe you should catch them some pokegirls.” Winston smiled to himself at the thought of Mark trying that. He hoped Mark ran across one of those Umbrea first. She’d fix him.
“Now that’s an idea. Thanks, Winston. You’re all right.” Mark grinned. “So, would you like some milk for your, um, what is she?”
“She’s a Bunnygirl.” Alice had asked him to lie about what she was if anyone asked. She’d said that it could keep him out of trouble if someone had a pokegirl who had some knowledge about SnuggleBunnys. She’d gone on to add that if they thought she was a Bunnygirl then nobody with any clue about pokegirls would want her. Apparently Bunnygirls were just bright enough to come in out of the rain.
“Really? That’s cool.” Mark grinned. “Is she a good fuck? Bessie’s always ready to go.”
Winston shrugged. “That broken arm has kept sex on the back burner. If she ends up crippled then she’s not that useful to me.”
“That’s smart thinking.” Mark nodded. “You always were a thinking man, Winston, even if you’re still a kid.” Mark was in his early thirties.
“Why, thank you, Mark.” Winston glanced at his watch. “I’ve got to go. Alice.” She nodded and rose to her feet, keeping her gaze on the floor as she followed him out.
Mark pumped his hand in the doorway. “You come back anytime you want, Winston.” He eyed Alice speculatively. “She’s kind of cute, maybe we can work out a one time trade or something.”
Winston nodded. “I’ll be in touch.” He grinned suddenly. “I hope you find some good pokegirls for those others. You could probably sell them for a good price.”
Mark’s eyes lit. “Now, that is thinking!”
They were a couple of miles down the road before Winston spoke, not taking his eyes from the road. “If I ever treat you like that, stab me with a knife or something.” His voice was calm.
Alice looked over at him for a moment until he turned to glance at her. He smiled briefly and offered her his hand. She took it gently and smiled back. “If you had any tendency towards that kind of personality, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Good.” He sighed slowly. “I hope he gets killed.”
She nodded. “So do I.”
***
Winston sat up as the horn sounded. He groaned and slid out of bed. Alice opened an eye. “What is it?”
“Paul. He and I’ve been going out every three days to loot empty houses.”
“Paul McNeal.” Winston had noticed that when she often talked to herself when she was accessing his memories. “What’s he going to think about me?” She slowly levered herself up with her good arm.
“He’ll probably want a pokegirl of his own.” Winston grinned and grabbed his pants. “More, I mean. He’s seen Bessie and visited the pokegirl porn websites. Thanks to them, he’s wanted a pokegirl, any pokegirl, for about a year.”
“I see. What’s he like?”
Winston grinned. “I feed him breakfast, so I’ll tell him to get started on that and I’ll be back to dress you so you can meet him for yourself.”
Alice smiled suddenly. “Ok, but only if you can keep your hands off of me. I know how much dressing me turns you on.”
He returned the smile and added a wink. “It’s your fault, but I’ll try as hard as I can to be good.”
“Ok.” She held out her hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. “I’ll be right back.” She headed for the bathroom, her stubby tail flicking slightly as she walked.
Winston paused a moment to enjoy the view before heading outside. Paul greeted him with another blast on the horn. “Stop that!”
“Hey, I wouldn’t do it if you hadn’t almost shot me that one time.”
Winston smirked. “I warned you not to wander into the house while I was asleep.”
“And now that I know you’re serious about it, I don’t.” Paul grinned and headed for the kitchen. “Eggs. I can’t wait.”
“What is Peggy feeding you these days?”
Paul suddenly looked unhappy. “She’s not. I scrounge for myself.” He started the coffeepot and slumped into a chair. “I don’t think we’re going to last.”
“She is fourteen years older than you are. You don’t have that much in common, except for that car.” Winston marveled for a moment at the thought of him giving a thirteen year old the benefit of his vast years of wisdom and then shrugged it off. Paul wasn’t going to talk to anyone else, especially about Peggy, so for his friend’s benefit he’d try to do the best he could.
“I know. And while the sex has been wonderful, I don’t think she’s the one for me.”
Winston frowned at a frightening thought. “Were you thinking about marrying her?”
Paul looked nervous and defiant at the same time. “Maybe I was. What’s it to you?”
Winston tried a different tack. “It’s just there’s a lot of pussy out there you’d be missing out on if you tied yourself down so soon, unless you were absolutely positive she was going to be there for the long haul.”
Paul frowned as he pondered his friend’s words. “I think you may have a point,” he said slowly. “I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but maybe this is for the best.”
“Win?” Alice’s voice floated down the hall.
Paul’s eyes widened. “That sounds suspiciously like a girl. Should I ask what happened to your rule about bringing women home?” He smirked. “You remember, right? If you bring one home, it may never leave.”
“I didn’t.” Winston grinned briefly. “She came here without me. It’s a long story and you need to meet her before I tell it.” He rose. “However, first, I have to go dress her.”
Paul looked startled. “She doesn’t have any arms? Talk about kinky. I didn’t know you swung that way.”
Winston gave him an amused look. “She’s got a broken arm and just for that crack, I’ll tell you this. She’s a pokegirl.”
“WHAT!” Paul’s eyes were wide. “You’ve got one? You bastard! What is she, a Vixxen or something hot like that?”
“You’ll have to wait until I get her dressed to find out. But I guarandamntee you she’s hot.”
Paul made a shooing motion. “Then what are you waiting for? Go get her for me. I wanna meet her.” He was almost bouncing in his seat.
Winston chuckled as he headed down the hall. Alice was sitting on the bed. “I heard that.” She looked amused. “’Go get her for me’? Is that why you’re here?”
He sighed and held out his hand. She beamed and ran her fingers over his. “I didn’t think so. A Vixxen. Why would you want one of those with me around?”
“I have no idea.” He smiled slowly. “Of course, I’m not a pokegirl fanboy, so I’m not sure what’s so special about a Vixxen. I do know you are pretty special, though, and I like having you around. Now, please stand up so I can dress you.”
She laughed and proceeded to ‘help’.
Paul stared avidly at her as she followed Winston into the kitchen and settled down at the table. “You’re a rabbit!”
Winston gave him a look. “Your grasp of the obvious is refreshing. Most people think she’s a bird.”
Paul suddenly looked anguished. “Winston, we’re good friends, right? You are going to share her with me, aren’t you?”
“What about Peggy?”
“Who?”
Alice put her ears back. “No, he is not,” she said firmly. She patted Paul on the hand. “But you keep dreaming. It’s good to see such optimism in the young.”
Winston started breakfast. “Paul McNeal, this is Alice Raikes. Alice, this is Paul.”
Alice smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Paul. Why do you want a pokegirl for a girlfriend?” Her smile faded. “I hope you don’t approve of the way Mark treats Bessie, do you? You seem like a nice fellow and I wouldn’t want to see you go down the wrong path.”
Paul gave her a bewildered look. “Mark seems to treat her ok. Am I missing something?”
“Do you thing Winston would have just a fuck toy like Mark does?” She shook her head. “He believes Bessie is little better than the cows you and Winston bring back.” Her eyes narrowed. “He beats her. He beats her regularly and she accepts it because she’s accepted him as her leader.”
Paul paled. “Should we rescue her?”
“We can’t.” Winston laid a platter full of scrambled eggs down on the table. “He hasn’t broken any laws. Pokegirls aren’t people and are unlikely to be protected by our rules.”
“That means he could do anything he wanted to her!” Paul was starting to sound indignant.
Winston nodded. “That’s right. He could barbeque her on a grill and eat her carcass and there is nothing we could do about it legally. We’d have to kill him. Frankly, I’m not quite ready to start murdering humans.”
Alice nodded. “You also need to remember that Bessie accepted him. She’ll die for him or kill for him if need be. In her mind, you would not be doing her any sort of goodness by removing her from the situation.”
Paul looked suddenly curious. “Have you accepted Winston?”
Alice looked uncomfortable. “That’s a very personal question, but I have to admit that I think I have. However, I have no urge to die for him.”
“What about kill?”
She gave him a hard look. “That is none of your business.”
“Ok.” Paul seemed amused. He loaded his plate with eggs. “So, when are we going to go get me one?”
Winston and Alice exchanged a smile. “I shook the tree this morning and nothing fell out.” Suddenly he looked thoughtful. “I wonder.” His voice trailed off.
Alice started to reach for his hand and stopped herself with an obvious effort. “What is it?”
“McClintock’s traps.” When he noticed the two of them staring at him he grinned. “John McClintock told me a couple of days ago that something trashed his traps again.”
Alice gave him a glare. “Care to explain that a little further?”
Paul shrugged. “Old John’s one of the old folks who survived the Plague. He’s been living here forever and illegally trapping fish in the river pretty much the whole time he’s been here. Recently something started destroying his traps. He’s rebuilt them four times already and tried everything he could to dissuade the usual snapping turtles and otters. Whatever it is hasn’t been stopped. It destroys his traps when it wants to. He’s so pissed, he’s offered a reward for anyone who can stop the destruction.”
Alice frowned. “It could be a pokegirl. Any of the water types should easily be able to avoid, disarm or just bull through any deterrents, unless he’s electrified the river.”
“That would drive away the fish.”
She nodded. “I see. If it is a pokegirl, we’ll have to catch her and Paul will have to try to get her to accept him. It’s called bonding.” She frowned. “If it is a pokegirl, whether or not we can catch her depends on what kind she is. Some of the water types can be quite powerful and we’d need a pokegirl with some tough combat skills to even have a chance to catch her.” She looked at the two young men. “I want to mention that killing her would be much easier and less likely to result in someone getting hurt.” She was looking at Winston as she spoke. She sighed. “I must have bonded to you. What I should do is tie you up until this stupid idea passes, but instead I’m trying to think of ways to catch her.”
“What does that mean?”
“When a pokegirl bonds to someone, that person becomes their pack leader. She’ll go along with almost anything he wants and will actively try to accomplish his goals.” She shrugged. “It’s part of our genetic makeup. I can make suggestions all day long, but if you decide against them, I’ll probably go along with what you want. That’s how the troops got us to fight our own kind, because that’s what they wanted.”
“How do you bond a pokegirl?”
“Sex is the best way, and the fastest. Once we catch her, Paul is going to have to have sex with her, even if she’s not willing. We’ll need some rope or better yet, some chains.”
“Does she have to be conscious?” Winston looked curious.
“I’m not sure. I can’t remember a case of bonding that occurred with an unconscious pokegirl.”
Paul grinned. “You sure know a lot about pokegirls. What you ought to do, Winston, is put this information online so that other people can catch pokegirls successfully.”
Winston looked startled and glanced over at Alice to see a similar expression on her face. “What do you think?”
She frowned prettily. “The pokegirls are going to need sexual partners to keep from going feral and, right now, we live or die together. I think it would help everyone involved.”
Paul grinned. “So, you start an online database where people can post what they know about pokegirls. A Wiki format so other people can correct mistakes. You can call it the Pokegirl Database. You can also post a database of pokegirls and what people know about them. An index of pokegirls.”
“I don’t know about the Wiki format.” Alice was looking thoughtful. “I would recommend letting experts edit the entries for accuracy instead of just anyone. Let anyone post, but only the experts can remove the incorrect information. Later, maybe the experts will be posting all of the information.”
“And where are these experts?” Winston asked curiously.
“That’s easy,” Alice replied confidently. “They’ll be the people who are hunting pokegirls, like you are planning for the one in the river, if she exists. The experts will be the ones who survive. Or would you like idiots like Mark making entries on pokegirl care?”
“That sounds reasonable. Now I need the time to set all of this up.” He sighed. “I’m going to need a reliable power source and a server hub to start with. I really don’t want to move to town.”
“Then don’t.” Alice smiled. “If you’re willing to relocate, Paul can help you with that.”
“Me? How can I help with that? I’m not an idea man.”
Alice smiled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean like that. It’s just you remember a place that would fit all of our needs.”
“WHAT?” Paul shot to his feet. “I remember something? How do you know what I remember?”
Winston took a deep breath. “Paul, sit down. I need to explain some things to you.”
***
“So what you’re telling me is that she read my mind and now knows everything I do?”
Alice shrugged. “Sort of. I don’t know everything, but I know what’s important to you. So I know that you’ve always wanted to be a vintner.”
Paul turned bright red and when he spoke, he stammered. “I, I’ve never told anyone about that.”
Winston looked curious. “What is a vintner?”
Paul gave him a rebellious look. “It’s someone who makes wine. I’ve wanted to be one for as long as I can remember. A couple of times I even got my family to take me to some wineries down in Oregon during some of our vacations.” He blinked. “Is that what you meant?”
Alice nodded. “Remember that last winery you visited?”
He grinned. “I do. It was fantastic. They had over a thousand acres of land in production and were trying to be completely organic. They were even experimenting with being off the grid.” His eyes widened. “That’s it!” He pounded the table with his fist. “They were going off the grid! That means they have power right now and it should be pretty reliable.”
“Maybe.” Winston frowned. “A lot could have happened. However, it may be worth a look. Where is it?”
“Near Eugene.”
Winston nodded. “I’d have to leave here.” He looked around. “But, since my family died, I’ve just been going through the motions. I know someone near Yakima who’s wanted my livestock for a while. I’ll keep the chickens.”
Paul nodded. “Peggy was talking about leaving, too.” He grimaced. “Not that I want to take her along, but she mentioned that this place wouldn’t support crops well and the winters were going to suck without electricity.”
“She’s right.” Winston leaned back. “This place is going to die. There aren’t enough people to make it last.” His mouth firmed. “So we investigate this possible pokegirl and then we pack up and head for Oregon. If the vineyard is viable then we’ll see about staying there. If it’s not, we’ll keep going south.”
“How are we going to travel?”
“I figure we’ll go to Yakima and get an RV for the trip.” He grinned. “We’ll need two, one take and one to learn to drive with. They’ve got their own generator and fridge, which will help on the trip.”
Paul shook his head. “I’ll probably end up doing the driving. Dad was a long haul trucker and he taught me a lot. I will need some practice, though.” His eyes narrowed. “We’ll have to hurry, others may have the same idea we do about an RV.”
Winston shrugged. “If it comes down to it, we’ll hit other towns in our search for an RV. There aren’t enough people to take them all. We’ll put a trailer on it and take some motorcycles and bicycles along with us for the trip.” He frowned. “We’ll find one and if we don’t, we’ll think up something else.”
“Why the bicycles?”
“They don’t make much noise. Sometimes that can be very useful.” Winston started clearing the table. “We’ll visit Old John and see if there is a reward. You never know, it might be something useful.”
***
The river narrowed some here and was an excellent place for traps. Old John pointed. “Over there. Those were destroyed yesterday. Whatever it is, it hits me right around sundown and only takes two or three traps at a time.”
Old John was one of those men who looked like they’d lived since the time of Adam and often he acted like it too. He’d made his own way in life and only asked that he be left alone. His biggest problem came from the fact that there were these pesky rules he’d never seen fit to follow, but that game wardens and police seemed determined to enforce. The enforcement officers’ biggest problem with him came from the fact that he’d been doing whatever he wanted since before many of them had been born; he’d gotten very good at not being found out.
Now, it turned out that most of the people that had been pestering him were dead and that suited him just fine. It meant he could put his traps in the most productive parts of the river and he’d been bringing in a good supply of fish until the depredations started.
“Now, you stop these attacks an’, like I promised ya, there’ll be a nice reward in it for ya.” He grinned. “Got some good things for ya.”
Winston nodded. The reward didn’t sound all that great, but since he was really here for the pokegirl, he wasn’t going to bitch. “I guess we wait.”
Alice settled down near him. “Are we ready if it is a pokegirl? I’m ready to help, but if she’s really powerful, I won’t be able to take her by myself.” She waved her splint slightly. “And I can’t engage in hand to hand, even if I wanted to.”
“I think so.” Winston nodded towards Paul, who’d stationed himself on the roof of truck with a pair of binoculars and a rifle. “Hopefully, he’ll see something in time for us to act.” He shrugged and shifted his gun belt. “If we can drive her out of the water as planned, I think we can take her alive. Paul’s our insurance in case things get out of control.”
John chortled. “This is gonna be fun.”
Winston glanced at him. “I hope you’re right.” He dropped his satchel on the ground and started pulling poles out of the back of the truck.
The sun was beginning to settle when Paul stirred. “I see something in the water coming from downstream.” He used the binoculars. “I think it’s a pokegirl.”
Alice stood and he offered her the binoculars. “It’s a Titodile.” She watched for another moment. “If we do this right, we can take her.”
Winston reached for the satchel at his feet and opened it. “We’ll probably damage some of your traps, John.”
“I knew that already, punk.” John called everyone under the age of forty that. “The show’ll be worth it.” He grinned. “Where did ya get dynamite from?”
Winston shrugged. “I gave you half a box to show me how to use it properly, so let’s just leave it at that.” The dynamite had come from the survivalist compounds. He didn’t have an unlimited supply, but you use tools as you need them.
The Titodile dove once she reached the last bend in the river before the traps. “Ha, you bitch!” John grinned excitedly. “I put floats on each of my traps so I’d know which ones she wrecked. You just watch closely, punk.”
Winston pulled out the first stick of dynamite and readied his lighter. “THERE!” John pointed while bellowing. Winston followed his arm and saw an old milk jug dancing the fandango on the surface not too far from their bank. “Throw it a little upstream, punk!”
Winston lit the fuse and threw the explosive into the river. A couple of seconds later there was a rumble and water shot into the air on the other side of the trap. Dead and dying fish floated to the surface and were swept downstream.
There was a squall of pain and the Titodile threw herself out of the water to lie on the bank.
She was a deep blue with a shock of blue hair that fluttered around her head as she tried to recover. She looked right at Winston, but didn’t seem to be aware of his presence. Her face was almost human, the biggest difference was the slight muzzle she had and her startlingly yellow eyes.
Winston drew his sidearm and fired. The taser took the Titodile in the small of the back. She screamed and convulsed as he discharged the entire capacitor into her. When he finished, she lay there, making a loud whining noise every time she drew a breath.
Quickly, he reloaded as Alice grabbed the Titodile by the tail and dragged her up the bank. He stood guard as she flipped the pokegirl onto her stomach before she attached lifting straps to the pokegirl’s arms and legs. Alice then began using the chain hoists that were attached to the lifting straps. Each hoist and strap was capable of holding three tons and they were fastened to the thickest trees the group could find. Soon, the Titodile was spread-eagled.
She started to struggle briefly. “NO!” Winston shouted as he shot her again. When the capacitor was flat, he reloaded and waited as Alice finished her work.
Once the pokegirl was secure, Alice quickly touched her on the breasts and pussy. The Titodile hissed and started to struggle again. Winston grinned. “NO!”
She froze.
“Good,” he said soothingly. “You just stay there and Paul will come down here and fuck you.”
“Can I come down now?”
“Yes, Paul. You’re up.”
Paul leaped down. “Can a guy have some privacy?” He started unbuttoning his pants.
Alice shrugged. “If we go too far and she gets loose, then she’ll kill and eat you before we can get back.”
Paul hesitated. “How about you go to the other side of the truck? Is that too far away?”
The Titodile made a noise but this one wasn’t of pain. She moaned low and her body slowly twisted as she lifted her tail.
Alice nodded. “The other side of the truck should be ok.” She grabbed Winston’s arm and pulled him off.
Winston paused. “John, he means you too.”
“Damn it, I want to watch the show.”
Winston sighed. “Move, old man.” Winston headed around the truck and settled down against the rear tire.
John glared but followed them around the truck. He leaned over and whispered to Winston. “Mind if I peek?”
Winston sighed and glanced at Alice, who gave a small shrug and patted John on the hand. It was the first time she’d been able to touch him all day. “You go ahead,” she said, “just don’t let Paul see you.”
She settled into Winston’s lap as John moved to where he could see the action. Her nose pressed against his. “SnuggleBunnys have a high libido, mister, and when we get home I’m going to fuck you until you can’t get it up again.”
Winston blinked. “I’m not real happy about this either. I am going to hold you to that, you know.”
She nestled against his chest and sighed slowly, breathing in his scent. “Good. Just don’t let me do it in front of them. I may not care in a little bit, but I’ll hate you later if you don’t stop me.”
“Proud, aren’t you?” She nodded. “I’ve still got my taser.” More moaning came from the other side of the truck.
“Use it if you have to.” She shivered against him as the Titodile moaned again. “Please.”
He didn’t. When the time came, he just grabbed her broken arm.
***
MILKTIT, the Dairy Cow Pokégirl
Type: Varies from Animorph (bovine) to Very Near Human
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: herbivore, can digest almost any plant material
Role: milk producer, emergency food provider
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Tackle, Wrestle, Warm Milk, Busting Out, Milk Drink, Cream, Butter Up, Mountain Hold
Enhancements: Enhanced Durability (x5), Enhanced Intelligence (x3), Semi-elastic skin, fast recovery, slight animalistic features, breasts can produce up to 45 gallons per day of milk; internal glands can alter the milk to various states
Evolves: Minotaura (battle stress), Mooncalf (Moon Stone), Queenbra (mechanism unknown)
Evolves From: None
Milktits don't seem like much at first. Relatively easy-to-find, with appearances ranging from white-with-black-spotted fur and vaguely animalistic features to normal-looking girls with small, slightly curved horns and soft, leather-like skin. They also have some capacity for higher intelligence and tactics, although they rarely make good Alphas, the majority preferring subservient roles in the Harem. It's in their breasts that their real advantage comes from, and not just because they're spectacularly large.
A Milktit's breasts are constantly lactating, producing delicious milk to drink. When milked completely, they are never smaller than a D-Cup, but it's rare to see them at such a comparatively small size. A Milktit produces up to 45 gallons of milk per day. Inside their breasts is a series of glands which they can use to alter their milk's effects, creating a healing potion, a sedative, a hormonally affecting drug, or a hypnotic. The skin of their breasts is surprisingly elastic, capable of easily supporting all 45 gallons of milk, however for a Milktit, their breasts being that full is an unpleasant feeling, becoming more painful the larger their breasts get. Letting their breasts go unmilked for more than a day is considered abuse and you will be fined or punished accordingly. If a Milktit remains unmilked for up to a week, they will be immobilized by the sheer size of their own breasts.
Surprisingly, Milktits were actually made use of frequently during the Revenge War by Sukebe's forces. They were easy to feed in the field, their dietary needs easy to fulfill by simply letting them graze on nearby grass and trees, and the milk their breasts produced provided much needed health boosts for several units of Sukebe's forces. Because they were not the best fighters, however, they were also among the first breeds of Pokégirl to be officially `tamed.' The breed has remained fairly popular to this day, especially among starting Tamers and Tamers who have trouble finding food in the wild.
One thing to take note of, is that any Pokégirl who drinks Milktit milk will herself lactate for roughly a week afterwards, their breasts swelling to accommodate the milk they're producing. The milk of those Pokégirls will not cause other Pokégirls to lactate, and they cannot make their milk anything other than healthy and delicious.
Milktit is among the more common Thresholds for young girls to go through. It's also one of the more well-accepted changes, as the girl in question gain larger, more attractive breasts.
TITODILE, the Water-Alligator Pokégirl
Type: Near Human Animorph - alligator
Element: Water
Frequency: Common in Johto league, Rare in other leagues
Diet: omnivore, with carnivore tendencies
Role: Most common in watershed maintenance and firefighter departments. Sometimes used as fishermen assistants
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Fire, Rock, Water
Weak Vs: Electric, Ice, Plant
Attacks: Water Gun, Bubblebeam, Bite, Tackle
Enhancements: Strong jaw and sharp teeth, hard scaled skin, excellent swimming
Evolves: Cuntnaw (normal), Feraligarter (evolved Cuntnaw; normal)
Evolves From: None
Feralborn Titodiles are easy to identify because of their sharp teeth, two foot long reptilian tail and blue-scaled skin. Their average height is usually only four to four and a half feet tall, and they usually don't have breasts larger than a B-cup. Their eyes are also a dead giveaway, being yellow with vertically slitted pupils.
Domesticate Titodiles are a bit harder to identify. They are generally close to the human average of 5'7", have B to C-cup breasts, and while they do have vertically slitted pupils, their eye color can vary from green to yellow to silver. They still have scales, but the scales are flesh-colored. The dead giveaway tended to be their two-foot long reptilian tail.
Domesticate Titodiles oftentimes try harder to keep from going feral, as the transformation into an appearance closer to the feralborn cousins is a one-way street. They will retain their eye color, height and breast size, their scales slowly turn blue and will not return to their former flesh color.
Titodiles are one of the water Pokégirl that can move on land as well as they do in water, which is why they are popular amongst tamers who prefer water-types. Their tail, while short, makes swimming easy, allowing them to manage the infamous Atlantis Man swimming technique, which minimizes water resistance and amplifies movement with minimal effort. This technique is retained in their later evolutions, and probably explains how the Cuntnaw and Feraligarter can move so fast despite their increased breast size.
Swimmers seeking to improve their technique will oftentimes pay a tamer or a fisherman so they can challenge a Titodile to a race. While most lose, their swimming skills usually improve. Some swim clubs may even hire a tamer to bring their Titodile to every practice session.