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I've taken my fun where I've found it;
I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time;
I've 'ad my pickin' o' sweet'earts,
An' four o' the lot was prime.
One was an 'arf-caste widow,
One was a woman at Prome,
One was the wife of a jemadar-sais,
An' one is a girl at 'ome.
The Ladies – Rudyard Kipling
Chapter 6
“Hi, Winston.” Alice waved as she headed for the house. “I’m back.” Winston grinned as he appeared in the doorway and returned her wave. She watched his eyes lift to look behind her and the color drained from his face.
“RUN!” He lunged back inside.
“Shit!” Alice teleported into the house and grabbed his arm as he headed for the door with his rifle. “They’re with me. I brought them.” He fought her for a moment before her words sank in.
He gave her a stern look that melted against her deliberately cute expression. “You should have warned me.”
Tattypoo peered cautiously through the doorway, wand at the ready. “Alice, is it safe?”
Winston leaned the Safari against the wall. “No, it’s probably not. It’s a dangerous world out there.”
Tattypoo grinned. “I like you. You’re quick.” She glanced at Alice. “I see what you meant about him being competent. He really was going to give it his best shot, wasn’t he?”
Alice glanced at the rifle. “I think that just might be a very poor choice of words.”
Glinda’s voice drifted in from outside. “Hello? I’d like to ask if it is safe for me to come inside.”
“Yes, it is.” Winston slipped his hand into Alice’s. “I guess it’s time for an update.” He looked at Tattypoo. “Care for something to drink?” He squeezed Alice’s hand gently. “So, who are your friends and why are they here?”
Alice smiled. “Sit. I’ll make some coffee and we can talk.”
A short time later, Winston was watching steam curl up from his cup. Alice settled down next to him and sipped at hers. “Where are the others?”
“They went to Paul’s house to pack his stuff. I expect them to be gone for most, if not all, of the day.”
She nodded. “I guess I’ll have to do the introductions twice.” She gestured at Tattypoo with her cup. “That is Tattypoo and next to her is her sister, Glinda.”
Winston raised an eyebrow at the redhead. “You’re Glinda? Like the good witch of the north?”
“Actually, I’m the good witch of the south. Tattypoo is the good witch of the north.” She smiled prettily. “It’s a common mistake.”
“This is good coffee.” Tattypoo licked her spoon clean. “It’s much better than the crap we get from the camps.”
“Ok.” Winston looked back and forth and settled on Tattypoo. “Why are you here?”
“Alice said you were catching pokegirls and finding them good homes. She told us that you could use some help and, since we’re helpful witches, we decided to join your troupe.”
Winston chucked. “Harem.”
“Excuse me?”
“I received a visit from the Capital League representative this morning, while you were gone, and he gave me a form letter to read, along with a very long lecture. He’d heard I had a pokegirl and, apparently, this letter gets given to everyone who’s got one. The lecture was just for me.”
Alice gave him a curious look. “What did it say?”
“You can read it yourself later, but the gist of it was: there was a group of guys with pokegirls up on the border that were starting to call themselves slave owners. The term was unacceptable. So, the League, in the infinite wisdom of all governments, took it upon itself to give a formal title to anyone who has a pokegirl.”
He sipped at his coffee. “From now on, we’re to be called Pokegirl Tamers or Tamers, for short. The act of having sex with a pokegirl is now called taming because it calms the wild ones down; and the group of pokegirls that a Tamer has is called a harem.” He snorted. “Apparently, those were the least offensive names that their focus group could come up with.”
Glinda frowned. “I think taming is an offensive term, itself. What’s wrong with a good strenuous fuck, and why can’t we call it that?”
Winston glanced at her. “I don’t think anyone cares what the pokegirls think. The tone of the letter suggested that pokegirls are less than people.” He frowned. “I don’t feel that way but, if that’s how they’re going to present pokegirls to children, then it won’t be but a couple of generations before that’s what most people will think about them. Using taming as the word describing sex with one is only going to help speed that process along. People have sex, not pokegirls. They’re wild and need to be tamed, like horses or dogs.”
He looked at Alice. “I’m not sure I want to catch pokegirls if that’s the situation I’m going to be delivering them to. While loathsome, the guys calling themselves slave owners were at least honest about what they were doing, but this league doctrine will be the same thing under a prettier name.” He shook his head in disgust. “I did some research online after that letter, and I think I’ve found an extensive campaign to dehumanize pokegirls just as much as possible.”
There was an extended silence as the information was digested. Finally, Glinda sighed. “I don’t think you have much choice, Winston. Pokegirls are still going to go feral, and they’re still going to need humans.”
“They think we’re animals. Do you feel that way about us?” Tattypoo watched him closely as she spoke.
He shook his head. “Before Alice, I thought of pokegirls as monsters. Alice made me see that you are just as human as I am, you just operate under slightly different rules.” His mouth firmed. “I’ll try to find them caring people to place them with, but it all hinges on how many feral pokegirls are out there.”
Alice patted his hand. “What you’re going to do is a good thing. I don’t know how many people are going to be like Mark, but we can’t leave the ferals out there. Eventually, they’re going to start eating people.”
Tattypoo nodded. “And there are too many people who remember the cities up in Canada that we laid waste to. There were atrocities on both sides, but ours will be remembered the most.” She eyed Winston uncertainly. “Are you going to teach your children that pokegirls are people?”
“If I live to have any, of course I will. You are people.” He glanced at Alice. “I’ll also teach that to any pokegirl children I might have.”
“Then, we’ll stay and help.”
Winston nodded. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but what are you and what can you do?”
Tattypoo snickered as Alice looked embarrassed. “Alice, Alice. You forgot all about that. Glinda is a Sorceress and a damned good one at that. I’m an Enchantress. While I’m not as good at magic, I’m great at constructing magic items and potions. We worked in the army as special teams.” She smiled. “We’re from the same litter, which makes us sisters.”
Winston gave her a curious look. “You mentioned special teams. What do they do?”
“We are kind of like your special forces. We go where we’re needed and do what’s needed.”
“Well, that should be useful.”
***
The radio crackled. It was Paul. “Deirdre says she sees something in the trees following us.” A hundred and fifty yards ahead, Winston could see the RV slowing slightly to go around another of the endless potholes in the road. The road conditions had stretched what would have been a six hour drive into two days. Paul thought it would be at least another day before they arrived in Eugene.
Winston pulled the truck to a halt and glanced at Alice. “Trailer.” She nodded and hopped out with Tattypoo.
Glinda was on the roof of the truck and she leaned over to look down at Winston. “What is it?”
“They think they’re being shadowed by something in the trees. Get down here.” She nodded and dropped easily into the bed of the truck.
The truck shuddered as Alice and Tattypoo unlocked the ball of the heavily loaded trailer and lifted the tongue from the ball before laying it down in the road. He shook his head in disbelief. He’d have had to drop the tongue jack and it would have taken at least a minute.
Alice ran around to the driver’s door as Winston shifted to the passenger seat and pulled his rifle from the rack behind him, before leaning out the window. Tattypoo climbed into the bed of the truck with her sister.
A large shape exploded from under the cover of the trees and headed for the RV at a run. Others followed behind her at a trot. They were anthropomorphic in shape and the shortest of them was easily seven feet tall. The leader reached the RV and tore the door open. Her head disintegrated. A second later, Winston heard the blast of the shotgun. Paul must have hit her with both barrels.
He sighted through the scope as the RV rocked. Carol stepped out the door and unfolded to her full height. She carried a fire ax in each hand, menacingly. The attacking pokegirls slowed at her appearance.
Tattypoo smacked the roof of the truck. “I don’t recognize the type, but I count seven, six now.”
Alice glanced at him. “Well?”
“Do it.” He fired. The round smashed one of the pokegirls sideways in a spray of blood. She hit the ground and lay there, twisting slowly in pain.
Alice sounded the horn repeatedly. The pokegirls turned as one and charged. The SnuggleBunny watched them come. They looked oddly canine in form, which became more distinct as they closed. Her eyes widened. “Lupina.”
There was a flash of light and a thunderous crash as Glinda hit one of the onrushing pokegirls with lightning, blasting her backwards. A fireball launched by her sister exploded in the middle of the group, scattering them and causing Winston to miss his next shot. A second lightning bolt missed.
“Damn it, Tattypoo!” Glinda yelled. “Don’t scare them away!”
The Enchantress just grunted as she jumped out of the truck. She struck a pose. “Look, girls! Lunch!”
Three Lupina oriented on her and charged. Winston cursed and shot one of them in the chest. She staggered backwards and sat down hard, blinking owlishly at the hole in her torso. She touched it and licked the blood from her hand. Quickly, he fumbled a new magazine from the ammo pouch and swapped it out for the empty.
Winston’s eyes widened as Tattypoo pulled a glowing blade out of the air and slashed at the lead Lupina, who cried in pain as the weapon caught her across the abdomen.
The third Lupina jumped over Tattypoo and made a beeline for the woods. There was a louder crack and a much thicker lightning bolt blasted her. Winston felt all of the hair on his body stand up and there was a strong smell of ozone and something else. Something smelled scorched.
The Lupina hit the ground hard and lay smoldering.
The last unwounded Lupina circled around to lunge at Winston. He took a bead on her. She screeched to a halt and ducked before zigzagging her way into the woods, where she disappeared.
Tattypoo swiped at her target again but the Lupina dodged and snapped at her. The Enchantress grinned and lunged, but tripped and stumbled. In a flash, the pokegirl was on her.
It was a ruse. Tattypoo recovered instantly and buried her energy blade in the torso of her victim before ripping the blade up the Lupina’s torso and out through her shoulder.
Alice looked over at him as Glinda dropped out of the back of the truck, landing lightly next to her sister. “What about prisoners?” She sighed. “We’re really not ready for any.”
Glinda nodded. “We agree.”
Winston looked grave as drew his pistol and reached for the door handle. “I won’t leave wounded pokegirls and we can’t take them with us. Kill them.”
***
Paul surveyed the repairs critically. “I don’t know about this, but I suppose we don’t have much choice.” The door to the RV had been heavily damaged when the Lupina had pulled it open, destroying the latch. The door frame had torqued slightly and now didn’t close properly, even after Carol had pushed the metal into a close approximation of where it had originally been.
It didn’t really look that close, but who was going to argue with an Onyx about her craftsmanship.
So, they’d ended up putting a clip hook in each side of the door with a wire loop for it to fasten to.
Winston shrugged. “I’ll agree it’s a fine, nay, sterling example of half-assed engineering, but it should hold.”
“What about your truck?”
“Don’t remind me.” He shook his head. “Glinda’s lightning bolts seared all of the paint from the roof of the cab and managed to put a ripple in the metal. I found some spray paint at the last gas station we stopped at and I’ve put a coat of primer on it, but I’ll never be able to match the color to the rest of my truck unless I repaint the whole thing.” He grimaced. “At least we’re lucky that none of the windows got broken. Only the RV door will leak when it rains.”
Paul gave him a grim look. “It rattles like a bitch.”
“You just want everything don’t you? Stuff some pipe insulation in the crack whenever you latch the door. That’ll keep the worst of the vibration down.”
“You do realize that this means you shouldn’t use an RV as a shooting platform, don’t you?”
Winston shrugged. “Sheet metal doesn’t seem to stand up to them, I’ll grant you that. Sadly, I’m fresh out of armored vehicles, so we’ll just keep using what we’ve got.”
“I wonder what they’d do to a tank.”
“Probably pull off a tread and then set the tank on fire or fill it with water.” He blinked. “Of course, a lot of modern tanks use electrically primed ammunition. One of Glinda’s lightning bolts probably wouldn’t make them very happy. Not to mention, they all have fuses that would blow.”
Paul nodded. “Considering what we saw in Vancouver and Portland, I wouldn’t want to face an army of them.” The two cities had been badly damaged by combat, with large portions of them leveled or burned. Paul figured that the pokegirls had won; there hadn’t been any attempts to contain the fires, something human forces would have been almost certain to try.
Both cities had been carpeted with the dead; the bones of humans and pokegirls alike had crunched under the tires of their vehicles the whole time they’d been driving through. A broken humerus had punctured one of the tires on Winston’s truck, costing them an hour to change it out. The change wasn’t difficult or time consuming but, first, they had to secure the area. That had taken some time, since they’d seen at least one pokegirl at a distance, but she never came close enough to identify her.
Fortunately, he’d brought half a dozen mounted spares for each vehicle. He was going to have to find someone who knew how to mount and balance tires eventually, or else they were going to have to abandon mechanical transport sometime down the line earlier than he’d been planning to.
“Do you think we’ll reach Eugene tomorrow?” Paul had started preparing dinner. It was nice that the RV had an electric range; wood smoke would probably draw every pokegirl in the area. He glanced over his shoulder at Winston, who was checking his rifle.
“We should. I don’t think we have any more major bridges to cross, since we detoured from I-5 over towards Harrisburg. We’ll pass through there tomorrow morning and, hopefully, reach Eugene before noon, if things break our way.”
“Do you think anyone will bother us, like they did in Brownsville?” That had been a touch and go thing. They’d had to leave I-5 because something had removed a section of the highway. That was the only way to describe it, there hadn’t been any rubble. Everything for about a half a mile was just gone, leaving a huge pit in the ground. The edges had been cut off sharp, leaving tree roots and culvert pipe sliced clean.
The diverted path took them through Brownsville Oregon, where an armed delegation of the town’s survivors had been waiting with a roadblock. All women, they’d informed Paul, through the window of the RV, that he was joining the Brownsville Militia and Preservation Society. That had sounded a lot like he and Winston were going to become breeding stock.
They demanded that everyone exit both vehicles and, when Carol had stepped out of the RV, they’d panicked, firing off a handful of shots as they ran like mice.
Carol had shoved the cars comprising the roadblock out of the way far enough for them to continue on, which they’d done promptly.
Winston shrugged. “I hope not. When we get to Eugene, I want to speak to the Capital League rep before doing anything else. There’s no need to be accused of stealing again. Hopefully, there’ll be something we can do for them so they’ll give us the land in return.” His eyes narrowed. “If nothing else, maybe we’ll let Carol rampage around the area for a few days and then ‘capture’ her.”
Paul gave him a hard look. “I’m not sure I can go along with something like that. It’s dishonest.”
“Is it any more dishonest than claiming that everything belongs to the Capital League to dole out as they see fit?”
“Shit, Winston, I don’t know. Let me think about it.”
“Take all the time you want, as long as you’ve decided I’m right by tomorrow afternoon.” He sighed. “Where are they?” Paul grinned. He knew exactly what his friend was asking about.
“They all are cleaning out that convenience store.” They’d stopped in the parking lot of a gas station so they could use their hand pump to fill up both vehicles from the storage tanks. The ladies had dashed off to gather food, which for them meant looting the station.
“Wonderful. Why didn’t Deirdre have to love something besides Spam? That stuff is nasty.”
“I like it.”
Winston gave him a sour look. “I think I figured that out, considering you’ve cooked it every day we’ve been on the road. I’m afraid to look and see just how much of that stuff we’re carrying.”
“Oh, like you and your canned chili is any better? I think dog food would taste better than that stuff.”
Winston gave him an aggravated glare. “You know what? Tomorrow, when it’s my turn to cook, we’ll find out.”
Paul suddenly looked amused. “You know, if you want me to agree with you about doing whatever needs to be done to get that land, don’t you think you should reconsider your dislike for Spam?”
“That’s low.”
“True, but is it any worse than letting Carol pretend to be feral?”
Winston plastered a happy smile on his face. “Yum. Spam.”
“You’ll want seconds, right?”
He took a deep breath. “Of course I will.”
***
The RV pulled to a stop. Winston slowed the truck and halted it as the radio crackled with Paul’s voice. “Welcome to Eugene, population 137,893, according to the 2000 census.” There was a pause. “I think they’ll need to revise those numbers sometime in the near future.”
Apparently, in and around the north portion of Eugene, there had been another battle between pokegirl and human forces. Here, however, the fires had been quickly contained, which suggested that humans had remained after the fighting ended.
There were no bodies in evidence, but most of the buildings in sight had been burned or blasted to one degree or another and the road looked like it had been plowed. Ahead of them, huge chunks of asphalt and concrete humped out of the ground like broken teeth. The burned out shells of tanks and other vehicles littered the area. In front of the RV, an attack helicopter had crashed and burned, blocking the middle of the highway. Even if it hadn’t, not a hundred yards ahead, an office building had collapsed sideways, spilling most of its bulk across all of the lanes they could see.
The radio crackled again. “We’re not going to drive any further on this road. Give me some room and a spotter.” Winston pulled to the side and watched as Paul started the now familiar process of slowly turning the recreational vehicle around.
“Glinda.” He jerked his chin towards the RV. She hopped out of the cab with another radio and trotted down to where she could give Paul directions as he reversed direction. The RV had back up cameras, but sometimes things got missed.
“Hovercraft.” Alice glanced over at him briefly before returning to scanning the area around them for movement. “We may need hovercraft to get around as the roads get worse.”
She shook her head, black curls tumbling around her neck. “No, you may have to get a pokegirl steed. They’re more reliable and they heal.” Her voice rose suddenly. “Winston!”
He looked. Someone moved out from behind a pile of rubble, slowly waving a flag as they advanced. He grabbed the radio. “Paul, we’ve got a visitor.”
“Noted,” came back. That was Paul’s code letting Winston know that he’d understood the message. Unknown humans, keep the obvious pokegirls hidden.
Glinda glanced back at the truck. The radio clicked. “Me?”
The RV was closest. Winston hit the send button. “With Paul.” She nodded and headed for the RV at a jog, her skirt swirling around her.
Winston handed his rifle to Alice. “Like I showed you.” She nodded as he got out and headed for the flag waver.
As he approached, he realized the flag bearer was a woman and squelched a sudden urge to loosen his pistol in its holster. He stopped a good ten yards from her and smiled. “Afternoon.”
She didn’t return it. “Who are you and why are you here?” She was middle aged and thick through the body, but stocky rather than fat. An ugly red scar ran down her cheek and disappeared into her jacket.
“I am Winston Archer. I would like to meet with your mayor.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What about?”
“I’m interested in some property near here and I want to talk to the proper officials to prevent misunderstandings. If the property is what I expect it to be, then I’ll be settling there.”
She gave a grudging nod and her frown lightened. “And this property is?”
Winston squelched his first response, which was “None of your business”. “I don’t want to offend you, but I don’t want to discuss it in public.” He smiled. “Often, if someone wants something, suddenly others want it too; I don’t care for those games.”
She nodded slowly. “Anything else?”
“No, we have our own provisions.” He stopped. “Directions on where my friends can put our vehicles would be nice.”
“Did you steal those?”
“No. The truck I inherited from my family and the RV was given to us in payment.”
She nodded. “Your request is being relayed to the city manager. Return to your vehicles and wait.”
Winston bowed slightly. “Thank you.”
***
“You want to settle where?”
“The Matheson Winery.” Winston watched the city manager and the militia colonel exchange looks.
“If we were to grant you that land, you’d put the winery back into production and help out locally, right?”
“As much as my job allows. I expect getting the winery running again will take a lot of work on my part, as well as Paul’s, but I’ll help as much as I can.”
The colonel grimaced. “What exactly do you do?”
“I’m a pokegirl hunter. I’ll be catching pokegirls and finding them good homes to live in.”
Eyebrows rose. “Really? Are you any good at it?”
“I’m just getting started.” Winston watched them smirk at each other and wished that Alice were here to learn their secrets. He was sure that not knowing them would somehow come back to bite him in the ass.
“I don’t see why your request would be unreasonable; the winery has been empty since the Matheson’s died during the Red Plague.” The city manager nodded to himself. “Come back tomorrow and I’ll have the papers ready.”
“Will you be joining the militia?” the colonel interjected suddenly.
“I won’t be around all the time, so probably not.” Winston had no plans to put himself under anyone’s whim at this point in his life.
“You will still answer callouts, right?”
“If there’s an emergency and I’m around, I’ll help.” Winston nodded politely. “I’ll be too busy to play in drills.” The colonel didn’t look the slightest bit pleased.
“Mr. Archer, I’ll have the grant made up and you can meet with me in the morning.” Apparently, the city manager didn’t like side conversations inside his office. “Good day, sir.”
Winston paused. “What’s the local policy on pokegirls?”
The colonel grinned. “We don’t have any pokegirls around here, but the League’s laws are quite clear. Owners are responsible for the actions of their pets.”
Winston nodded. “That’s good to know.”
***
ENCHANTRESS, the Sexy Sorcery Genius Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic/Psychic
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: human style diet
Role: sex-slaves, retainers, spies, magical item artisans
Libido: very High
Strong Vs: Dark, Fighting, Poison
Weak Vs: Fire, Ghost, Bug
Special Weaknesses: Can be quite envious, requires lots of attention
Attacks: Power Bolt, Reflect, Shield, Smile, Sing, Glare, Yell, Leer, Cry, Hypnotic Gaze, Hypnotize, Backstab, Sex Attack 1, Sex Attack 2, Item Make, others vary
Enhancements: Magical Affinity, Sexual knowledge, Ability to make items of all sorts
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Witch (Moon Stone)
An Enchantress is quite the opposite of her pre-evolved form, Witch. An Enchantress fills out more, becoming quite shapely, her breasts growing out to a nice C-cup and a thin waist and lithe frame. They usually tend to be dressed like Harem girls, or even similar to Domina. Though both styles of clothing have a crescent moon pattern printed somewhere. Usually near the waist, on one of the breasts, or shoulders.
Be warned though, Enchantresses are known for being quite jealous, though this is because they can become quite loyal to their Tamer… Almost bordering obsession…
Enchantresses' obsession with their Tamer is quite evident, since they can be very competitive with any and ALL amorous or lustful Pokégirls that are in the Tamer's harem. An Enchantress can also become quite jealous when a Tamer begins to show other Pokégirls of his harem more affection. Put simply, an Enchantress is a sex fiend.
An Enchantress is also more of a tricky Magic-type of Pokégirl to handle when in battle. Not only are her spells weaker than a Sorceress of the same level (an Enchantresses magic is about 75% of the power of a Sorceress of the same level) she has a few attacks that are useful for damage, but her true strength is in her wide range of status effect attacks. This is also the area that her psychic powers are prevalent, since she has many Psychic-based Status Effect attacks. In general an Enchantress is best used in a support role or in sex battles rather than as a frontline combatant.
The true benefit of evolving a Witch into an Enchantress (other than lots of sex) is their unsurpassed ability to make magical items ranging from potions to permanently enchanted items. All other mages when they wish to create a magical item must first obtain the item to be enchanted (usually at great expense and/or difficulty) an Enchantress instinctively knows how to fabricate such an item and if provided with the correct tools and materials can make one of sufficient quality to withstand enchantment. Note this applies only when creating a magical item, so an Enchantress will only know how to make a sword if she is seeking to create a magical sword and will forget how to make swords once she has forged one for enchanting. Also note that Enchantresses are perfectionists when creating items for enchantment and will demand the best materials and tools unless the need for the item is urgent.
Also unlike other mages they need not cast the spells with which an item is to be enchanted themselves. Another magic user will suffice so long as the Enchantress casts the enchant item and permanence spells and scribes the magic circle to be used for the enchantment. However only if an Enchantress is 100% involved in the enchantment process, from constructing the item to casting the spells, will there be no chance of the enchantment process failing.
The price that an Enchantress pays for her ability to create magical items is a lack of ability to create new spells. Like the Sorceress an Enchantress is a general magic user and so can learn any spell, but she can only create a new spell for herself if she has seen another magic user casting it. This means that Enchantresses can only copy existing spells and can never create an entirely new spell for herself.
It is rare but not unheard of for human girls to threshold into Enchantresses but this usually only occurs when the girl has both magic and high libido Pokégirls in her ancestry.
SORCERESS, the Magical Generalist Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic
Frequency: Rare to Very Rare
Diet: human style diet, just lots of it.
Role: magical powerhouses. Depending on their available spells they can be found in many different roles.
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Ghost, Fighting
Weak Vs: Psychic, Magic, Water, Fire
Special Weaknesses: Ticklish, requires large amounts of food.
Attacks: Mystic Bolt, Shield, others vary
Enhancements: Magical Affinity
Evolves: Archmage (E-Stone Ceremony)
Evolves From: Witch (normal)
Physically, a Sorceress changes little when she evolves, perhaps gaining a few inches in height and a slightly bigger bust, if she changes at all. Temperamentally a Sorceress changes greatly from a Witch. While they still have a temper they can be calm and unflappable when the situation requires a cool head. The big change though is in their magical power, a Sorceress’s spells are more powerful than a Witches and she is capable of channeling more magical power before she becomes exhausted. The last change that they undergo is the most obvious one, the runes which appear on her skin when she is casting a spell, the more runes that appear the more magical power she is channeling.
Sorceresses retain the biggest weakness of their previous form, they are very ticklish and so just as easy to tame and just as useless in a sex battle. They also require large amounts of food, far more than would appear necessary for a Pokégirl their size. In fact most people seeing a Sorceress eat for the first time will ask where she puts it all.
Sorceresses are capable of learning and casting spells from any element or magical school. Sorceresses seem to focus on flashy spells which can be used to directly damage their opponents rather than subtler magic that can be used to assist her harem sisters in combat. Although any Sorceress worth her salt will have some defensive spells available as well as some healing magic and a flight spell.
Sorceresses have an insatiable thirst for new spells and most will seek to pump any magic user they meet for any new spells that they might know. They are also capable of creating new magic spells, either by witnessing a spell in action and creating their own version of it or by creating a spell which is entirely new to them (although this obviously takes longer than recreating a spell that they have seen). The amount of time it takes to create a new spell varies depending on the level of the Sorceress and the level of the spell but usually even a high level Sorceress will take at least a week to come up with even a low level spell.
The price that Sorceresses pay for their magic is that by being a jack of all trades rather than a master of one they lose the ability to create magical items beyond basic one-shot items such as potions and salves.
Thresholding into a Sorceress is not unheard of but most girls will become Witches