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Chapter 2
“So, weren’t you were going to explain why you were talking to yourself all of the time?” Svetlana pointed at him with her fork. “And don’t try to distract me again, master.”
They were eating breakfast at the pokecenter where she’d spent the night in her pokeball after being cycled through the healing machine and he’d spent the night reading his pokedex.
Faelan took a bite of his food, some kind of porridge, and shrugged. “When I appear to be talking to myself, I’m actually talking to my twee.”
“What is a twee?”
This is a really bad idea. Your father didn’t want to give them access to our technology.
“They can’t get any technological information from you, so hush.” He smiled at the Megami-sama. “Sorry, but it was complaining that telling you would be a bad thing.”
“Where I come from, when a child is forming in the womb or egg, it is given a twee. A twee is an inorganic life form.” He frowned briefly. “You might consider it analogous to an artificial intelligence, except there is nothing artificial about it. While inorganic, it could be classified as alive. It feeds off of energy produced in the body and grows with the child, weaving itself throughout the child’s nervous system. The only thing it cannot do is reproduce on its own. It forms a symbiotic relationship with its organic partner and can communicate through neural relays.”
“What good is it?”
“It can function as a clock, a navigational aid and a communication device with others who have twees, among other things. It’s also a friend and helps children and adults to cope with life. It can help me to remember and with the proper interfaces can access electronics.”
“Each has its own personality that develops with the child as it grows, so each of them is different. Mine is sometimes annoying and sarcastic, but that appears to be what I need in a friend.”
“Can it control you?” Svetlana had forgotten her breakfast due to her interest in the conversation.
“Not unless I give it specific permission, and even then its control isn’t all that good.” He grinned. “I walk like I’m trying to make my way during an earthquake. I can also take back control at any time.”
“I guess that you could say it functions like a built in PDA, buddy and therapist.”
“You said it was concerned about you telling me. Why?”
“Father told me not to tell anyone about home or its people and tech. It is afraid that I’m going to give away too much and you are going to tell someone who will try to lock me up.”
“Could the twee be extracted and analyzed?”
“No, removal would destroy the portion that was removed. And even if they tried to kill my brain and keep it alive, it would die too.” He smiled.
Your brain is already dead. Has been for years.
Svetlana remembered her breakfast suddenly and dug in. “Do you have to talk to communicate with it?”
“No, it is just a bad habit of mine.”
“Could I get a twee?”
He frowned. “Adults can be given a twee; in fact the process is simple. All you have to do is just swallow the seed. However, I didn’t bring any with me. Father would not have allowed that and I happen to agree with that particular idea.”
“Can it refuse to do anything you ordered it?”
Faelan thought for a moment. “I don’t really know. It shares my ethos and I’ve never asked it to try anything that I thought was wrong.” He smiled. “I do know that it sometimes seems more ruthless than I am, but I understand that it really isn’t. I am that ruthless; I just don’t let my moral compass swing as widely as its does.”
“So it encourages you to do bad things?”
“No, it encourages me to be more selfish, especially if it thinks our survival is in question.”
“Do you ever disagree with it?”
“Often. Sometimes it can get me to agree with it and sometimes it can’t.”
Svetlana pointed at his bowl with her fork. “Eat up. We have to leave in five minutes.”
“Uh, why?”
“We have to meet someone. That is where we are going to get your next pokegirl.”
“I thought I was going to tame you this morning.”
She blushed. “Sorry, not until later.”
“So you know more today.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, I do. You were sent to me to save my life because there is a great threat to the Blue Continent and you are the one who is to defeat it. I’m supposed to help you.”
“What is the threat and what am I supposed to do?”
“That I can’t reveal. However, I am supposed to be your guide in your quest.”
“Svetlana, do you know just how, um, odd this sounds.”
She pouted prettily. “If you knew more about Megamis, you wouldn’t be questioning me about this.”
Yes you would. Insanity should always be questioned.
“I suspect that I would be cautious, no matter the source. I get that way every time I hear the word quest. Quests seem to always involve great sacrifice.”
“In a worthy quest the sacrifices are noble.” She lifted her head proudly.
He sighed. “No sacrifice is noble. No loss of life is meaningless.”
She frowned. “You forgot to add ‘No true cause is worthless’.”
HOW DID SHE KNOW THAT? Oh, I see. What an interesting way to convince you that she knows what she’s talking about. Quoting things she has no way of knowing.
Faelan took a deep breath and slowly released it. “Fine.” He shoveled down the rest of his breakfast. “Now let’s get this quest on the road.”
“You are done arguing with me?”
“Probably not, but I’m going to save it for when I think it’s important.”
Svetlana watched as he finished and after placing his bowl on top of her plate, pushed the stack at him. He eyed it.
“If I am the hero in this quest, shouldn’t you get the plates?”
She smiled at him. “Megamis don’t have any domestic skills.”
He grabbed the pile. “Maybe it’s time you learned.”
“No one who knew anything about Megamis would dare think such a thing. We spend our time communing with the cosmic consciousness.”
“I guess that means you can’t commune with dirty plates near you.”
She gave him a smug look. “Now you are starting to understand.”
After putting the dishes away, Faelan followed Svetlana outside. “This way.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him down the street. They went down a couple of side streets and through an alley before coming out near a group of men who appeared to be just standing around. One, a tall man with dark brown hair appeared to be holding court on the street corner while the others stood and watched. She pointed at the brown haired one. “You need to challenge him to a pokegirl battle for salvage. We need to get the one named Lyra.”
“Do you have any idea just how surreal this all sounds?”
“You need to hurry. Go!”
“What if he refuses to fight me?”
“The cosmic consciousness will provide you with the tools you need to succeed. GO!”
Faelan shook his head and walked down the street, Svetlana close behind him.
In the Blue League you need to record the entire episode for the results to be valid and enforceable by the authorities. Faelan made sure his pokedex recorder was turned on.
As he approached the group a tall, bulky man moved to intercept him. The guy towered over Faelan and was much wider. “What do you want?” His voice sounded angry.
Faelan studied him briefly and decided that he was just one of those people who were always unhappy. “Pardon me, but I need to challenge that man over there to a pokegirl battle.”
A few heads turned and looked at him without interest. The big man laughed without humor. “Nobody challenges Mr. Rothschild to a battle, me boyo. Why should you be any different?”
Faelan shrugged. “She insists that I need to.” He nodded towards Svetlana. The big man pointed his pokedex at her.
“That’s a Megami-sama!” Mr. Rothschild stopped talking and turned to look. The big man poked Faelan in the chest. “I’m going to beat you and take her.” A smile flickered on Rothschild’s face.
Faelan looked over the large man’s shoulder at Rothschild. “If I defeat your flunky, will you fight me in a pokegirl battle for salvage?”
Rothschild’s voice was deep and melodious. “If you can beat Bartholomew, I will.” His voice was filled with amusement. “But you aren’t likely to win. Bartholomew’s pokegirls are pretty powerful.”
Faelan flashed a smile. “That doesn’t matter.” A slight frown appeared on Rothschild’s face.
Bartholomew swelled like a toad. “Doesn’t matter? You are going down, pokeboy. When you lose, maybe I’ll see if you can go into a pokeball too.” He pointed. “Over there is a field where we can use our pokegirls.”
Faelan grinned. “You want my Megami-sama, right?” He continued. “Well, I don’t want any of your pokegirls so how about when I win you give me your valuables.”
“You aren’t going to beat me. It’s a deal.”
“Fine. Will this be fisticuffs or anything goes?”
Bartholomew looked puzzled. “What kind of rules is that for a pokegirl battle?”
“You didn’t challenge me to a pokegirl battle. You challenged me to a fight.” Faelan smiled. “You never said anything about pokegirls being involved.”
Bartholomew crossed his arms. “I said pokegirl battle and I meant pokegirl battle.”
“No, you didn’t.” Faelan looked around and muttered, “If there is such a thing as the cosmic consciousness then this would be the time for it to send help.”
He blinked as a familiar form rounded the corner. “Score one for the cosmic consciousness.” He raised his voice. “Excuse me officer, but could I ask for some assistance?”
The OfficerJenny he’d met the day before looked over and broke into a smile. “Faelan!” The smile faded as she noted his companions. “What are you doing here with them?”
“Svetlana here has told me that I need to battle that man for one of his pokegirls in order to defeat a great threat to the Blue Continent.”
The OfficerJenny blinked as she absorbed that statement. “Well, if she says you need to then I guess you do. So, what is the problem?”
“Bartholomew here insists that I fight him first. I don’t have a problem with that but now he’s niggling over the conditions and I’d like you to hear the recording and render a decision.”
“That’s not fair,” Bartholomew burst out. “You know this punk and you’ll do whatever he wants.”
He backed up at the venom in the Jenny’s glare. “Are you even hinting that I would do one millimeter less than my duty, Bartholomew Jackson? I want you to think very carefully about that before I tell my sergeant what you just said and she lets everyone else know.”
You know, pissing off the entire police force of the town you live in is probably not the smartest thing you could do.
Bartholomew apparently agreed as all of the color drained from his face. “That’s not what I meant at all, officer.”
“I thought not,” she replied coldly. “Let’s see that recording.”
Faelan played it for her. “What we agreed to is that we were going to fight. There wasn’t anything about pokegirls being involved.”
She eyed him uncertainly. “You are right about nobody saying anything about pokegirls, but I’m not sure you can stretch the rules to make this a legal bout.”
He grinned. “Try this idea. What we just agreed to is a Grand Melee match that happens to have no pokegirls in it.”
The OfficerJenny suddenly looked thoughtful while Bartholomew started issuing protests and Mr. Rothschild looked at Faelan with a new look of appraisal.
“I’m going to have to check something before I rule on this.” She pulled out her com and made a call. After a fairly long conversation with a pause in the middle while someone checked something out, she closed and returned her com to her belt.
“The brief answer is that the match is perfectly legal. We even have a record of a sexbattle that took place in the Belfast gym recently that had no pokegirls in it and if it’s ok for a gym then it’s legal.” She smiled at Faelan. “Can I watch?”
“Sure. In fact, would you referee the fight?”
She dimpled. “I’d love to.” She turned to Bartholomew. “You might want to consider the repercussions of your losing this match.”
“I am not going to lose. I’ll break the little shit in two.”
“You’d better hope you do win. You agreed that if Faelan wins he gets your valuables. You didn’t limit it which means he could legally claim all of your valuables anywhere.” Bartholomew turned white. Her smile turned evil. “Considering just how much we love you down at the police station, we just might be willing to help a citizen out in a search to locate all of your valuables.”
She turned to Faelan and sighed. “Sadly, that would probably be harassment, so we wouldn’t do it, but feel free to ask. You never know what might happen on a particular day.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Jenny smiled again and moved back. “Are the combatants ready?” Bartholomew grunted something while Faelan nodded. “Move back fifteen paces.” Both did.
“Begin.”
Bartholomew went into a crouch and began crabbing forward.
He’s got some experience. He’s open down low, though.
Faelan moved forward smoothly and attacked with a roundhouse kick, which Bartholomew blocked. He moved forward and punched at Faelan’s head.
Faelan knocked the attack upwards and broke Bartholomew’s kneecap with a knuckle strike. He backed quickly as the big man howled and clutched his knee. “Do you yield?”
Bartholomew went to the ground, holding his knee. “You bastard. You’ve crippled me.”
“With prompt medical help you should recover fully. I repeat, do you yield?”
“I can’t walk, you little shit.”
Jenny nodded. “Bartholomew Jackson is unable to battle. Faelan, uh, what is your last name?”
“Wolf.”
“Faelan Wolf is the victor.” She smiled. “Can I get him some medical treatment or do you want to plunder him right now?”
“Please get him some help while I pursue my business with Mr. Rothschild. I’m certain one of his employees will be more than honorable enough to take care of his debts.”
“Oh, don’t worry, the police are here to make certain of that.” Jenny pulled her com from her belt and made another call as Faelan turned to Rothschild, who smiled as his men moved out of the way.
“I’ll have to be very careful how I bargain with you before we battle.”
Faelan smiled back. “Not really, I only want Lyra from you.”
He blinked. “That’s it?”
“Yes. The only reason I’m doing this is because my Megami-sama insisted. She was very specific about which pokegirl to get, too. Lyra.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment. “I’ll give her to you if you give the claim to Bartholomew’s valuables to me.” He smiled as he watched Faelan examine the offer for traps. “Even though Bartholomew’s valuables are worth far more than this one pokegirl, if she’s so important to you then it’s a good deal. Certainty as opposed to the vagaries of battling.”
Even though he’d been looking forward to having some money, Faelan nodded without hesitation. “Done.” Out of the corner of his eye he watched Svetlana stare at him in shock and then suddenly smile.
Rothschild pulled a pokeball from his belt and tossed it to Faelan, who easily plucked it out of the air. “And done.”
Faelan turned to the OfficerJenny. “I am in your debt.”
She smiled. “I’m sure we can work something out when you get done with this threat. I don’t suppose you could tell me what it is?”
He shrugged. “Svetlana won’t tell me.”
“Oh. Sometimes they are like that.” She turned to Svetlana. “Can we help? Can I help?”
The Megami-sama gave Faelan an annoyed look. “No, your offer of assistance, although appreciated, would not significantly change the outcome of our endeavor.”
“I see. Is it truly so dire?”
“I cannot say.”
Which does not mean that she doesn’t know.
The Jenny sighed. “Will he come back in one piece or should I call in my debt now?”
Svetlana’s face went neutral. “Waiting would probably cause everyone the most happiness.”
Cryptic and singularly uninformative. But I’m sure she didn’t lie.
The Jenny smiled. “Excellent. I’ll wait then.” She turned to Faelan. “I see you’ve got a pokedex. Do you have a com yet?”
“Not yet. The necessary funds are little short at the moment.”
As soon as I get done altering your pokedex, I’ll take care of it.
“I’ll leave you a message on your Tamer’s site. You can pick it up at any pokecenter.”
He smiled. “I’ll be looking for it.” The Jenny beamed and walked away with a wave.
Svetlana took his hand. “We need to get back to the pokecenter.”
“Oh, is my next pokegirl there?”
“No. Remember that I told you I was going to be your first pokegirl? Well, I’ve decided we need to take care of that before someone else tries to jump to the head of the line.” She looked at him with a frown. “Why are all of these pokegirls coming on to you?”
“I don’t know. Would you like me to speculate?”
She pulled on his hand. “Not really. Does your twee have any ideas?”
Several, none of which are any of her business.
Faelan shrugged.
“I see. Well, let’s get back to the pokecenter.” She pulled him back the way they’d come.
Faelan gave the twee a mental poke. So, care to share your theories?
No. They are pure supposition at this point and not worth airing.
***
Svetlana shut the door to the Taming room as Faelan looked around. The place looked like a cross between a boudoir and a torture chamber. There were all sorts of restraints for dealing with the various types of pokegirls as well as a large rack of torture devices that ran along one wall. Those must be for the domina types.
What types?
There are several different species of pokegirl that are into BDSM, and that equipment is for their Tamers to use on them and for them to use on their Tamers, depending on the pokegirl and Tamer.
“I’d have set this place up differently. Smaller rooms with specializations so I’m not going to have to stare at a rack while trying to feel romantic.”
He turned to look at Svetlana, who was still standing near the door. She was staring at the floor and clutching the key to the room while slowly shaking her head. “This is wrong.”
Faelan went over to her. “Are you ok?”
She looked up at him. “Why did you force me to come here? It’s for horrible things, isn’t it?”
Faelan cocked his head and looked at her for a moment. A grin slowly crept across his face. “Yes, it is.” He plucked the key from her hand and after locking the door, slipped it into his pocket.
She watched him carefully and started to back away from him. He lunged for her and grabbed her arm as she twisted to get away from him. With his free hand he grabbed the front of her dress and yanked, tearing it open.
Svetlana gasped and tried to cover herself as he pulled her against him and kissed her roughly. She kissed him back for a moment before pulling away. “No, we can’t.”
He grinned. “I can and you will.” He ripped the rest of her clothing from her body and let her go. “Run, little one.” She stared at him for a moment and then bolted when he started to strip. Once he was nude, he gave chase.
She dodged around some of the torture devices to stay away from him until he grabbed up a whip in passing and swung as she dodged around some restraints. The end curled around her ankle and spilled her onto the padded floor when he jerked. In a flash he was on her.
Svetlana struggled beneath him as he pinned her hands above her head with one hand. The other cupped a breast as he kissed her hungrily. She moaned into his mouth as he twisted her nipple. Her body relaxed suddenly as she returned his kiss.
Faelan broke the kiss and dropped his mouth to her breast and she hissed in pleasure as he suckled. She arched her back, thrusting her breast deeper into his mouth.
She tensed and tried to keep her thighs together as he slid his hand between them. “No,” she moaned. “You must stop.”
Svetlana jumped as he pricked her thigh with his claws. He raised his head to meet her gaze. “Open.” She shook her head. He pricked again, this time drawing blood.
She gasped and her thighs fell open. He slid his hand between them and stroked her lightly. Her thighs were slick from her juices. She closed her eyes and moaned as he slid two fingers inside her. “No. Please.”
“Ok.” Her eyes flashed open in disbelief as he removed his hand and then went wide as he slid smoothly between her legs. She tried to jerk her legs closed but was too slow.
“Stop. You mustn’t.”
He kissed her and slid himself inside her. She jerked and cried out as he sank into her warm tight wetness.
Svetlana wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. She moaned as he thrust into her again and again, her hips rising to meet his thrusts as her legs urged him deeper with each stroke.
She began shuddering as she orgasmed, her legs clamping around his waist as her pussy tried to lock him in place. He kept stroking, driving her through a series of orgasms which exploded through her body as he felt his own release rising.
He sped up, careful not to hurt her. She yelped with each thrust, her body rocking beneath him. Suddenly he tensed and buried himself as deeply as he could, filling her belly with his come. She groaned and rained kisses over his face and lips as they came down.
She smiled softly at him. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
He kissed her gently. “Thank you. I enjoyed that.”
“You did?” She nuzzled him. “I’m glad.”
***
Did you agree not to tamper with your pokedex?
“No. They’re supposed to be tamper proof, so nobody bothers to ask Tamers to leave it alone. They have some kind of indicator in the software that tells them if it’s been screwed with. Why?”
Yours has some interesting features that would send a paranoiac screaming. It has extra memory chips and appears to be capable of recording when the control system says it is turned off. Interestingly, the extra memory does not show up on the internal diagnostic systems that the owner can access and physically they are part of the powerpack. In addition, the supposedly directional sensor head is actually unidirectional. I am considering using the extra space for some additional modifications. I can clone the setup that already exists in a one centimeter cube if I use modern molycircs and build my equipment in the available space.
“You were only supposed to use the casing for the modifications. What happens if someone opens it up?”
I have three options. I could make the unit self destruct, either quietly or in a manner guaranteed to take the snoop with it; I could armor it so that nothing short of a Legendary pokegirl would have a chance of opening it; or I could build my extra equipment into the existing spare modules.
“Build in the existing components but don’t make anything new for your clone. We’ll find another place to put your extra equipment.”
I don’t suppose you would let me have some of the unused space in your abdominal cavity?
“You keep those nannies of yours out of my body.”
You are so selfish. I would volunteer my body for something important if you needed it.
“You don’t have a body.”
A mere technicality. It doesn’t really matter what I do as far as the pokedex goes, since the holographic display drivers will be obvious to anyone with any sort of familiarity with the internals of pokedexes who happens to open yours up.
“Can I get by without them?”
Not really. I suppose I could build everything you need into the case of a com unit instead. Then, if someone opens up the pokedex there won’t be anything for them to find. It they want to open your com unit, you can tell them to piss off.
“That sounds like the best plan. I wonder where I can find a com unit on my current nonexistent budget.”
Depending on how much recycling that is done you might find one at the town midden.
“I think they call them dumps now.”
They invented a perfectly good word in the fourteenth century and then replaced it with one that means other things at the same time. Barbarians.
If you went back to the portal site, Ron probably had a com unit on him. I suspect it was buried with the body.
“Yuck.”
Are you suddenly squeamish?
“Not at all. You know I would have cheerfully violated that grave if Svetlana hadn’t been there. I just don’t want to be wearing anything that smells like decomposing human for the next six months while it finishes rotting. Adipose fat reeks while decomping.”
Picky, picky. So, should I remove the modifications I’ve already made to your pokedex?
“What have you done so far?”
Using the space inside the thickness of the casing I’ve built an access system that allows me remote control of the pokedex. The bandwidth is abysmal, but it works. I wouldn’t want to use it to try and invade another system though.
“Are you concerned about the Videogirl type of pokegirl?”
No. There isn’t an organic intelligence anywhere that can match my response time. By the time she could begin to become aware of my presence, I’d be hidden so deeply that only a magic spell could locate me.
“Which they have here.”
Only in limited availability. And they don’t seem to try to mix tech with magic. As you remember our own history is filled with the catastrophes that took place before we developed techniques to handle the merging.
Faelan shrugged. “Leave the com link that you’ve set up, but don’t make any other modifications except to install a monitor for the hidden systems. I don’t want anyone peeking in on me without my knowledge. Also, install an override and some wiping software to keep anyone from learning anything either one of us doesn’t think they should know.”
***
The next morning found the two of them leaving Wick and heading almost due west. The late fall air was crisp and the blue sky was beautiful as Svetlana circled overhead. Faelan was getting used to way the old com unit he’d found at the town midden during a very early excursion felt as it hung from his belt.
Once again Svetlana had told him the direction he needed to go. She’d pointed and told him that they need to go that way. He’d taken a bearing from her arm and they’d headed out.
“Tell me about Lyra, since I’ll be getting to know her later today.”
She is a Heroine. That is a tertiary and the final evolution of her evolutionary path. The path goes Loner Goth, Loner and finally Heroine. However, it is possible to Threshold directly to Loner and bypass the Goth evolution entirely.
Interestingly, the Heroine is only supposed to evolve when her Loner form becomes bonded to her Tamer. Since Rothschild very obviously had little emotional attachment to Lyra, it is doubtful that he is the Tamer she was bonded to when she evolved. Considering what I’ve learned about bonding that would lead me to speculate that the Tamer she was bonded to died. It is doubtful he would have given her up willingly. You might want to remember this. Delta bonded pokegirls who lose their Tamers tend towards intractability and depression.
Heroines are a blend of fighting and psychic types. They have the ability to use any weapon that they pick up and their known attacks vary depending on that weapon. They also are supposed to have access to any of the known psychic attacks.
“Do her attacks change if she gets a new weapon?”
I don’t know. The pokedex entries are sometimes vague and sometimes rather detailed. For example, the entry on the Megami-sama is a short entry that could be tightened up to one sentence that says no one knows very much about them. Tamers that have one in their harem are reluctant to let them be studied.
Pokedexes are relatively new and the local scientific community is just starting to use the wealth of information that they are providing. On top of that, the acknowledged planetary authority, one Professor Stroak, disappeared for several years in the middle of his research. That didn’t help the rate of progress as it appears that he is one of the driving forces and during the time he was missing much research merely languished. Another problem appears to be lack of a central clearinghouse for pokegirl data.
The Megami and Megami-sama are some of the most poorly understood pokegirls. There isn’t even a consensus on how a Tamer gets one. There are documented cases of Tamers showing up with Megami at pokecenters who have no idea how she joined the harem. Some even asserted that she’d always been there, despite substantial evidence to the contrary. Celestial pokegirls in general are mysterious.
“All of that was in the pokedex entry?”
No. You left your pokedex plugged into the data port in your room and I went walkabout in the pokecenter computers while you were busy with Svetlana last night. Once I resolve the bandwidth issue, when I have had the chance to work on your com unit, I will become much more productive, still, I can occasionally be useful even now.
“I’ll remember to keep doing that.”
Good, I was going to recommend that you do. It will help a lot when I can build a remote transmitter and have constant real time access. It is very unlikely that the natives will be able to intercept me even though this world is a mishmash of technological levels. I would almost be willing to hypothesize that there has been otherdimensional contact before.
“Do you have any proof?”
No, but I am hopeful that I’ll find something to either prove or disprove my theory once I get access to some historical archives. That was a hint by the way.
“Oh, was it?”
Subtlety is wasted on the organic.
***
Faelan released Lyra. The Heroine appeared in front of him kneeling, her head bowed and her bright green kimono pooled around her. Her long black hair hung loose, almost touching the ground and she held a sheathed katana in one gloved hand. “Master Rothschild, I await your orders.”
“My name is Faelan and you are now part of my harem.”
Lyra looked up quickly at the strange voice and stared at him for a moment. Her skin turned the color of old parchment as the blood drained from it and she threw herself flat on the ground.
Is that normal behavior for a new pokegirl?
“From the way Svetlana is staring at us from over her lunch, I suspect the answer to that is no.” He looked at the prone pokegirl. “Get up.”
“Honored Lord, I should not rise in your presence.”
Faelan’s ears flicked. “First, that would make it pretty hard for you to do any battling for me and second, what is wrong?”
She spoke to the ground. “Honored Lord, when I was a little girl I often visited your shrine. It was only a half hour walk from my home and your priests always made me feel welcome. That is why I took you as my patron kami when I thresholded because I knew you would always protect me and now you have rescued me from that baka gajin.”
“I am not worthy to be in your presence.”
Kami? This is so not good. Let’s see you not lie your way out of this one.
Faelan squatted down. “You are mistaken. I have no shrines.”
Svetlana looked at him. “What about her statement that you are kami? What is that?”
“My people have been worshiped on some worlds as nature spirits. On some of them these spirits are called kami. I have never been to any of these worlds and I have never been worshiped.” He smiled carefully. “I’ve only been here for a few days, so I couldn’t have had anything to do with this shrine Lyra used to visit.”
He reached out and gathered up Lyra’s hair where it lay in the dust and smoothed it out. “I am not the spirit you worshipped as a child and I know that you have been through some terrible times since you lost your delta bonded Tamer.” She trembled as he stroked her hair. “If I were your guardian spirit, I would have done a better job of protecting you from those times. Please get up.”
She slowly raised her head to look at him. “Honored Lord, am I to serve you?”
Faelan smiled gently. “Yes, you are. Now rise.” He offered her his hand.
She scuttled backwards away from him. “Honored Lord, I could never touch you.”
His smile broadened. “So, how am I to tame you?”
She turned scarlet. “Honored Lord! I could never! You must have more worthy pokegirls.”
His smile vanished. “You not only could, you will.” His voice was firm. “I will tame you tonight. Now, stop arguing with me and get on your feet.”
She blinked at his tone and scrambled to her feet. He rose as well. “Understand this, Lyra. I am your Tamer. I can be nice and fun, but in any case I expect to be obeyed when I give you a command.”
She ducked her head. “Yes, Honored Lord.”
“That ends right now.” She looked startled at his firm voice. “If I am not a kami you are making a mistake in calling me that and if I am a kami then I would probably not want someone announcing my presence every time she addresses me.”
“You may call me Faelan, which is my name, or if you must, then you may call me master. This Honored Lord nonsense stops as of this minute.”
“Yes master.” She ducked her head again. “Master, what is your surname?”
“Wolf.”
A shy smile flickered around her mouth. “That is quite the joke, Master Wolf.”
He returned her smile. “Perhaps you are right. Now lunch is ready, so why don’t you eat.” A thought occurred to him. “I don’t suppose you have any domestic skills? My other pokegirl is somewhat lacking in that regard.”
“Hey!”
Lyra ducked her head again. Faelan suspected he was just going to have to get used to that. “Hai. I was learning my wifely duties before I thresholded into a Loner.”
“Well, maybe you can do some of the cooking and later teach Svetlana how to cook.” The Megami-sama made an outraged noise.
“Master Wolf’s other pokegirl does not know how to cook?”
“No, she’s a Megami-sama and thinks that allows her to be a prima donna.”
Lyra frowned. “Master Wolf, I am not familiar with that type of pokegirl. What is a prima donna?”
“It means she’s conceited.” Svetlana glared at him.
“Ah. Will Master Wolf be changing my name?””
It is a somewhat traditional method of welcoming a new pokegirl into the harem. I doubt any harm could come from it if she wants her name changed.
“Would you like me to change your name?”
“Hai. Lyra is a silly name. I would like to have a proper name.”
“Very well,” he paused for a handful of seconds while he considered Japanese women’s names. One name in particular jumped out at him. “Your new name is Midori.”
She blinked. “Thank you, Master Wolf. I am very pleased to be Midori.”
***
Midori looked up from where she was sitting at the fire stirring the food in the skillet. “Where is Svetlana, Master Wolf?”
“I decided that we needed a break from each other.” He smiled slightly. “I also wanted to spend some time with you alone.” She glanced at him and then resolutely focused on her cooking.
“You will need to get some more rice, Master Wolf.” She’d taken over dinner after he’d released her from her pokeball, stripping the coneys he’d caught of their meat and setting him to fetching some wild herbs and fall berries. All together it made an excellent stir-fry, at least from the smell.
Midori had produced a large bag of rice from her backpack and started preparing a couple of handfuls of it to go with the rabbit. When Faelan had asked, she’d explained that it had been left over from before when she’d become Rothschild’s property and he’d never made her get rid of it. Faelan suspected she’d kept it out of some hope that someday she’d need it again, which meant that she’d be free of Rothschild.
He smiled. “I’ll start a shopping list. Unfortunately, the first item is going to have to be ‘acquire money’, so it may have to wait a while.”
She nodded. “Yes, Master. I am confident that you will provide for us.”
While dinner was being prepared, Faelan had laid out the bedding. He’d noticed Midori stealing glances at it from time to time as she finished the cooking. It seemed to draw her gaze constantly and he watched her fight to look away.
After dinner was over, Faelan took the dishes and started cleaning up. Midori protested. “Master Wolf, that is my job.”
He glanced at her. “I don’t remember the camp chores being permanently assigned and my hands work perfectly well.” A flash of a smile. “This also gives me first crack at any leftovers, which is great since my metabolism demands more food than yours does.”
She bobbed her head. “I am sorry that I didn’t make more food, Master.”
“Stop that.” She looked at him, surprised. “I know how much food I require and I didn’t ask you to make more, so don’t apologize for my actions.”
She slowly nodded. “Why didn’t you ask me to prepare extra food for you, Master?”
“Because I can metabolize a much wider variety of material than you and often I require alternate foods.” He shrugged. “Right now, I’m eating a lot of cellulose.”
He sighed when she frowned in confusion. “Trees. I’m eating a lot of tree branches. I should be eating the leaves since there is a lot more energy in them, but so far all of the leaves around here are very bitter. I like the branches and eating them saves more of our human food for you and Svetlana.”
Faelan could hear the rustle of her clothing as he focused on the dishes. Finishing, he put the last utensil into the bag they were stored in and looked up. “Now I thought we…” He trailed off in shock.
Midori had removed all of her clothing and was seated on the bedding, her feet tucked up under her and her head bowed. Her hair spilled over her chest and her smooth golden skin gleamed in the firelight. “I am ready Master, for whatever you wish to command of me.”
Faelan carefully wiped his hands clean and went over to sit in front of her. “Midori, I don’t really know what to say.” He cocked his head and frowned. “Please stand and raise your right arm.” Her face went suddenly expressionless as she complied.
It was a tattoo. The back of her right hand was covered with the head of an oriental dragon and its neck traveled up her arm to her shoulder where the dragon’s body twined down over her right breast and diagonally across her torso to disappear above the curve of her left hip. It reappeared farther down, twisting out from under her mound and becoming the tail as it wound down her left leg, finally ending at her ankle. Faelan stood and stalked around Midori as he followed it. On her back, the dragon’s body curved over her left buttock and under her thigh. The attention paid to the details was outstanding and every scale had been traced out in gold, while the primary colors were green and red. He noted idly that the dragon had blue eyes.
As he moved to stand in front of her Faelan realized that Midori was biting her lip and her scent was fearful.
He gave her a smile. “That has got to be the most beautiful tattoo I’ve ever seen.” Her head came up as she stared at him, her eyes wide with shock.
“You do not think it is ugly?” She blinked and ducked her head. “Master.”
“I think it is exquisite. You were pretty before but this makes you uniquely beautiful. I love tattoos and would kill to be able to have a tattoo like that.”
She smiled, her eyes bright. “Then we must get you a Tats, Master Wolf, and then you can have a tattoo like mine.”
Faelan reached up and traced down the tattoo on her arm, his fingers hovering a scant centimeter above her skin. “I’ll never be able to have any tattoo, much less one like that.” He gave a sad smile of unrequited longing. “I have complete regeneration and because of that my body rejects all foreign objects, including tattoo ink. A tattoo lasts little more than a day. Even magical tattoos won’t take, not permanently.”
She smiled. “Then we must definitely get you a Tats. She would be delighted with you, seeing you as an ever renewing canvass.” She shivered suddenly and stared at his hand. “You are not touching me, yet I can feel you.”
Faelan looked surprised. “You can feel our auras touching. I didn’t know you could do that.” He looked thoughtful for a second. “Can I try an experiment?”
Midori nodded. “Yes, Master, I am yours to do with as you will.”
Faelan thought briefly about cautioning her about making such statements, then decided instead that it meant he’d have to be careful about what he told her. “Ok. Go ahead and put your arm down.”
He moved around behind her as she complied and quickly removed his clothing.
He charged his aura with ki and carefully reached out until his hand was almost touching Midori’s skin. She cocked her head. “It is warm.” Her voice was low and vibrant.
Faelan slowly drew his hand down the line of her back. Midori arched her back and shivered as his aura mixed with hers. The air suddenly seemed thick as a bolt of pleasure surged back up Faelan’s arm and seemed to draw a straight line to his groin.
Concentrating, he could see his aura as it merged with hers. Hers was a golden shimmer with a broad swath of silver where his hand had moved. He looked at his hand and verified that his silver aura now had a slight tint of gold.
Raising both hands, Faelan drew them slowly down Midori’s back. The silver in her aura spread and she moaned quietly. He could smell the air becoming heavy with her perfume and his groin tightened as a brief wave of pleasure swept through him.
He kneeled, painting the silver in her aura down her ass and legs as she trembled and gasped. Suddenly, she spun and threw herself at him, knocking him backwards on the ground. Their auras crackled as she straddled him and her eyes glowed with an inner blue light.
Faelan grabbed her waist and lifted her over him as she grasped his hardness and positioned it at her opening. He pulled down as she fell, driving herself onto him as they both screamed in pleasure. Midori rode him frantically, lifting and dropping her body as quickly as she could while trying to urge him faster as he lifted his hips to meet her until Faelan grabbed her and rolled her underneath him to thrust into her, his body driving into hers again and again. She clawed his back and screamed as she came, her body arching beneath his. Faelan kept driving into her as she began to rise again.
Their auras became visible and expanded to form a glowing silver sphere around them which crackled and popped at the nearby trees and hissed like a drop of water on a hot skillet where it touched the ground. Nearby leaves exploded in tiny pops as their water was instantly turned to steam and small branches withered in the swirl of mystical energy.
Suddenly they both screamed as Midori went into convulsions as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her and into Faelan as he emptied himself into her heat. Their combined auras exploded outward for a dozen meters before collapsing back in on them. As the energy died away, both forms went limp.
***
Faelan slowly opened his eyes as Midori moved beneath him. The sun was starting to creep over the horizon. He peered blearily down at her and smiled slowly. The smile faded as he read her uncomfortable expression and red face. “What is it?”
Midori shook her head as she blushed a deeper crimson. “I have to get up.” She bit her lip and stared over his shoulder. “I, I have to, to pee.” Her blush deepened.
Faelan fought a smile for an instant until his own bladder started sending him urgent warnings. “Uh, me too.” He started to lift himself off of her and stopped when things started painfully pulling.
Midori looked up at him with a startled expression. “What is the matter?”
Faelan turned red and said in a low voice, “We’ve been like this all night and it appears things, uh, dried and we’re now, uh, well, stuck together.”
Midori looked up at him in bewilderment for a long moment and then dissolved into giggles. Faelan looked at her helplessly for an instant before the absurdity of the situation struck him and he started chuckling.
Once they recovered their equilibrium, they slowly, and with as little loss of hair as possible, peeled themselves apart.
Midori returned from her trip into nearby woods to see Faelan examining the scorched area around where they’d tamed. The bedding was lightly singed and several trees were heavily damaged. She glanced at it and started adding wood to the embers of the campfire to rebuild it for breakfast.
What happened?
Faelan internalized to keep Midori from wondering what was going on. What do you mean?
Last night, the last thing I remember was you summoning your ki and reaching out to touch her. The next thing I know was seventeen seconds ago.
Something strange happened last night. I’m not sure what and I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
That is a fairly common occurrence at your age. Hold on a moment while I access the pokedex recording system. I’ve been leaving it on so I have some data for practice editing the recording feeds in case someone tries realtime monitoring through the extra software.
Now that is interesting. I’m going to have to rebuild your pokedex. Some kind of energy surge blew out most of the circuitry. It must have been impressive since pokedexes are designed to survive multiple simultaneous thunder attacks. Repairs will take a couple of hours. In the meantime, tell me what happened.
When two people have powerful auras, they can be made to interact in a way that can be extremely erotic. I tried to do that last night with Midori and things went a little wild. Our auras combined and enough power was pumped into them that they became visible. They even damaged the trees around us while we were taming. After we were done, both of us passed out for the remainder of the night.
Was it good for you?
Shut up.
Hopefully I will be able to pull some information from the pokedex. I’ll let you know. By the by, were there any physical changes to you?
What are you talking about?
I’ve already noticed that Midori’s hair is shot through with silver and her eyes are the same blue as yours now. I’ve also noticed that you’ve formed a series of new neurological connections that your body hasn’t rejected. They are located in the region of the brain associated with telepathic activity. There was a pause. The formations are analogous to those seen in people who have psychic bonds.
Faelan blinked and took a good look at Midori. She noticed his stare and smiled back at him. He returned the smile.
So, is there a mirror in your pack so you can show her what has happened?
Faelan shook his head and started digging his surgical kit out of his bag. He decided to try an experiment and focused his mind. Midori, do you have a moment?
She looked up at him and nodded. “I need to get this water boiling, but that will just take a minute.”
Well, well. This should prove interesting. Warn me if it looks like she is going to start screaming. That is always fun to watch.
Midori took the explanation and the new her visible in the mirror calmly. In fact, she took it more calmly than Faelan. She hastened to explain. “Of course I now have your eyes. You have marked me as your own.” She gave him a shy smile. “I am your servant and you are my god. These things happen.”
Faelan tried to reason with her. “But I can’t be your god. I’m not a god. I wasn’t here when that shrine was founded, so it can’t have anything to do with me.”
She smiled serenely. “Of course you aren’t the kami of the shrine. You are a different kami. My kami, now.”
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Your father is not going to like this. In fact, none of your family is going to like this. Heh.
You’ve got your first worshipper. Don’t you feel wonderful? Should I start calling you Honored Lord now?
Faelan tried to ignore the twee.
***
“Rabbits seem to be plentiful here.” Faelan was taking the bones and offal into the woods for disposal after dinner. Midori had been tired since they’d gotten on the road after the whole kami discussion and Faelan had returned to her pokeball at midday to rest. Svetlana was trying to clean up, but Faelan didn’t expect much.
Something has to feed the pokegirls. There aren’t any large herbivores other than pokegirls and they don’t breed fast enough. It’s not like you find herds of Merrwls, do you? Predatory pokegirls are too numerous and don’t have enough adaptations to allow them to go long times between meals. And humans taste bad. Rodents have often been a primary food source in these kinds of situations.
“Um.” Faelan was busy cramming bones into his mouth. He’d always enjoyed the feel as they crunched between his teeth.
Why do you come out here to do this? After all, you are just making maximum use of resources.
“Svetlana freaks about the oddest things. She’s already insisted that all of the food be cooked, even though she can’t cook it.”
True. Perhaps you should buy her some chocolate and see if she would like that cooked as well.
“I’d need money for that.”
You could always catch and sell unusual or rare pokegirls to PokeRanches. There is one not too far from here, the Harris Conservatory. They have a good record of paying well for rare pokegirls.
“I’ll keep that in mind, but it smacks a little too much like slavery to me right now.”
When in Rome…
“I know. I’m not saying it is completely out of consideration, just that on my list of ways to make a living here that is down near the bottom.” He froze at an inquiring noise from behind him, his ears swiveling to orient.
Slowly he turned. It was some kind of catgirl, standing a good 180 centimeters in height. She was muscular and in the darkness Faelan wasn’t sure if there were any stripes or not.
She cocked her head and leaned forward slightly, sniffing the air. Faelan looked at the bowl of guts and skin he was carrying and then offered it to her carefully.
The cat cautiously reached out a hand and took a handful from the bowl. She crammed it into her mouth as she watched him. She gulped down her food and went back for more until the bowl was empty. Then she took a step towards him and sniffed his face, her ears pointed intently at him.
Faelan held very still, his only movement the slight curling of his fingers as his claws slid out. Strike twice across the nose and then run like the wind.
I’m hoping not to have to do anything that might piss her off.
She sniffed her way down the line of his body to his chest, where she suddenly butted him with her forehead and then turned and slipped off into the night.
I think she likes you.
“I think I’m going back to camp.” Suiting action to words, Faelan quickly made his way back to the camp. Svetlana was standing by their bedroll, intently peering into the darkness. She smiled when he came out of the woods, her eyes searching around and behind him. The smile vanished when she apparently didn’t find what she was looking for.
“You’re alone.” Her tone sounded accusatory to Faelan.
He cocked an eyebrow curiously. “Yes, I am.”
“What happened out there?” She was almost glaring.
“Nothing important, why?”
She scrunched up her face in a frown. “Only you could screw up prophecy.” She angrily threw herself into the bedding.
“What did I do?” She ignored him.
Maybe that cat was supposed to find you.
“I didn’t know.”
Svetlana looks pissed. What are you going to do? If you hurried you could track the cat.
“I am not going to jump just because she says ‘frog.’ If she wants to have all of these mysteries, then she’d better get used to the fact that sometimes I’m not going to know when to play her game.” He wiped out the bowl and put it with the others.
Svetlana whirled in the bedding to face him, revealing a lone line of flesh. “This isn’t a game, Faelan, if she gets away you’ll have to meet three other pokegirls to take her place and all of them will die during the final battle.”
Faelan folded his arms. “I’ve done everything you’ve demanded of me so far but I’m not insane enough to chase a pokegirl through the darkness. My night vision isn’t that good.”
“Will you look for her in the morning?” She gave him an exasperated look.
“Sure, why not? You know, a little more information would be a lot more helpful than a whole series of ‘Faelan, how could you be so dumb as to not see what is going on?’ comments.” He scowled at her. “This leading me around by the nose is starting to get old.”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Then don’t get all upset when I don’t follow your script.”
She sighed. “Fine.” She threw the covers open. “Come to bed.”
“No.” Svetlana looked startled.
“I need to be tamed.” She looked at him pleadingly.
Faelan shook his head. “You want to be tamed and I’m not in the mood.” He gave her a mock cheerful smile. “I just don’t get turned on by the mushroom game.”
She looked perplexed. “The what?”
“The mushroom game. Keep Faelan in the dark and occasionally heap crap on him. I wouldn’t put up with it at home and I am certainly not going to put up with it here.” He gave her a glare. “You might want to reassess my level of need to know if you have to have my conscious cooperation.” He pulled his cloak out of his backpack and wrapped it around himself. “Good night.”
He settled down with his back against a tree and made himself comfortable. Svetlana watched him for a minute, her face expressionless, before rolling up in the bedding.
Aren’t you being a little hard on her? Apparently she has rules she needs to follow.
If her rules include jumping all over me for not knowing when I’m supposed to be following them, then she can find herself another agent.
If prophecy is truly involved then you won’t have a choice.
I know. I’m just grumpy. I’ll be over it by morning.
If prophecy is truly involved then I’m acting as her agent by trying to convince you to do what she wants. Now I’m really starting to not like this.
You could be acting as the agent of the prophecy itself. Some theories hold that prophecies themselves can act as living beings.
This is one of those back to the land of guesswork things isn’t it?
Don’t forget to shut the door when you leave so the natives can’t get loose.
***
The fire had burned until only coals remained and cast a dim reddish light on their surroundings.
Faelan was still, only the motion of his ears as they searched out each new sound hinted that he was awake. One of them rotated to locate a snuffling sound and tracked it as it moved towards the camp. The catgirl crept into view, moving silently into the campsite. She sniffed around the fire and moved towards his still form. His eyes glittered in the darkness as he watched her come.
She kneeled in front of him and sniffed his face again. Her eyes met his for a long moment before she flopped down next to him and pushed her head into his lap. He looked down at her briefly and then stroked her hair with his hand. She settled a bit, getting comfortable, and began to rumble loudly as he ran his fingers across her fur.
A flash of light caught his attention and he looked across the fire into Svetlana’s eyes. He smiled briefly and nodded his head slightly. There was a quick flash of a grin from her and she closed her eyes again and went to sleep.
***
The sun was coming up when the cat stirred again, rolling over to look up at him. Faelan smiled down at her and an answering smile met his. She stretched as he scratched her neck and rumbled her appreciation. That rumble broke off in a gasp as he slid his hand down and cupped one of her breasts, his thumb rubbing her nipple.
She slid out of his lap and onto her knees to look him in the face from centimeters away. He moved to his knees as he dropped his cloak and leaned forward to kiss her. Fortunately, he’d kissed girls with muzzles before.
She made a hungry noise in the back of her throat and kissed him back, pushing him backwards to the ground, her body covering his. She broke the kiss and looked at him for a moment before lightly licking his lips with a raspy tongue.
He grinned, took her wrists in his hands and flipped, dropping her to the ground beneath him with a whump. She looked surprised at his strength as he shifted one of his hands to her chin and lifted so he could bite her on the throat. She groaned as his teeth dug in and her hands gathered up his hair.
They both stiffened when Svetlana’s voice rang out. “Faelan, you two need to do that somewhere else.”
Faelan’s ears went flat as he lifted his head to glare at the Megami-sama where she’d sat up in her bed. He growled loudly, the angry rumble echoing through the campsite. Svetlana’s mouth made an O of surprise and she retreated back under the bedding.
He turned his attention back to the cat and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily, her body grinding against his. He pulled himself free and her ears went back briefly until she realized that he was hurriedly pulling off his clothes. She tried to help and tore his shirt to shreds with her strength. Her eyes lit with laughter as he slapped her hands away to save his pants from the same fate.
He kissed his way down her body and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She hissed in pleasure and wound his hair in her fingers. She groaned as he bit down, slowly raising the pressure until she began to writhe.
Her eyes opened and she raised her head when he released her nipple and slid down her body, forcing her legs apart and sliding between them. When he closed his mouth over her sex, her head fell back with a thump.
He lapped at her, enjoying her vibrant taste and then sealed his lips around her clit and she yowled. He kept sucking and licking it as her body jumped and shuddered and suddenly she caught his head between her muscular thighs as she went rigid and screamed as only cats can. Even trapped between her thighs and folded down his ears rang.
Slowly she relaxed and he slid up her body. She looked at him lazily and smiled. Suddenly her eyes went wide as he slid himself inside her. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts as her arms went around him. He slammed into again and again, grinning as she started yowling beneath him.
He winced when her claws dug into his back and stopped for a moment to peel her hands off him and pin them to the ground before resuming his thrusts. She laughed at him soundlessly and then her eyes rolled up into her head as another orgasm tore through her body, arching her back as she screamed. Faelan screamed too as he spilled his seed into her belly. Slowly they relaxed.
The cat pulled him off of her and put him belly down on his cloak. Her tongue ran in broad swipes up his back as she cleaned the furrows she’d cut with her claws. He chuckled.
He watched as the bedding stirred and Svetlana cautiously poked her head out, hands clamped over her ears. Slowly, she relaxed and sat up, her bare skin gleaming in the morning light.
Faelan was starting to realize that he could read her emotional state by the clothes she chose to wear and he suspected the fact that she hadn’t summoned any clothes at all meant something quite interesting. He decided to give it a try. “Come here.” He gave her a lustful look as she turned to look at him.
“I don’t think so.” She gave him an arch smile.
“Come. Here.”
“Not a chance.”
Faelan blinked as the catgirl slid smoothly to her feet and lunged across the camp. Svetlana squeaked in surprise as she was hauled into the cat’s arms and carried swiftly back, only to be dumped unceremoniously next to her Tamer. The cat settled down on his other side and went back to licking his closing wounds.
He chuckled and climbed over Svetlana. “I think I am going to enjoy having her around.” He hungrily kissed the Megami-sama, who tried to push him away briefly before starting to kiss him back.
***
Faelan dug his pokedex out of his stuff as Svetlana stirred from her nap. She blinked and sat up, summoning herself a rust-colored jumpsuit. She gave him a mock glare. “You gave me a hickey.” Faelan noted that the outfit was new and showed off the tops of her breasts. He tentatively decided that meant she was happy with what had happened.
“Actually, I gave you several. You just can’t see all of them without a mirror.” He gave her a smug look as the cat rumbled a laugh at the two of them.
He pointed the pokedex at the cat. Well, this is interesting. It turns out that she is a Sabretooth Tigress.
“What does that mean?”
You’ve picked up a fighting and rock type. She’s pretty strong and her canines will elongate when she’s angry. You can judge just how angry by how long they get. At full extension they can measure over fifteen centimeters in length. You can see how her red fur is muted. That happened when she evolved. Before, her color would have been brighter, more like a tiger’s.
What are you going to name her?
“I don’t know what her name is going to be.”
Svetlana was watching the Sabretooth Tigress. “She’s watching you talk. I wonder if she can understand you.”
“Yes. Some.” The words rumbled from the Tigress.
Faelan blinked in surprise. Svetlana smiled. “She is becoming less feral as the minutes pass.” She cocked her head. “You weren’t always feral, were you?”
“No.” The Tigress’ brow furrowed and her ears went flat as she fought to think coherently. “Harem. Fight. Death.”
Faelan touched her shoulder. “You lost your harem and Tamer.” She nodded gratefully and grabbed his hand. She began licking his fingers and he squirmed. “That tickles.” She grinned and kept licking.
Faelan finally pried himself loose. The Sabretooth Tigress winked at him. “I think I will name you Josephine.”
She cocked her head. “Josephine,” she said distinctly. “I like Josephine.”
“Excellent. I’m Faelan and this is Svetlana. There is one other member of my harem and her name is Midori.”
Josephine nuzzled his stomach. “You are the strong cat. I smell your power. You very strong. I find you one night. You leave. I follow, find again.” She grinned. “I make mine.”
Now that is very interesting. May I borrow your speech center?
Faelan shrugged. Why not?
“So I smell strong. Why do you say that?”
Svetlana stared at him. “Who are you?”
“I am the twee. He has let me have temporary control of his speech center so I may directly ask Josephine some questions. They may shed some light on why pokegirls seem to be coming on to him.”
“Is this safe?”
“Perfectly. Relax, Faelan can resume control at any time, no matter what I might want. I’ve learned not to say anything too out of line or next time he won’t let me do this, so there won’t be any comments about your tits, for example.”
There was a flash as Svetlana’s clothes changed. She was still wearing a rust colored jumpsuit, but now it was looser fitting and had a high neck.
Stop teasing her.
The twee turned Faelan’s attention back to Josephine. “Why do you say I smell strong?”
Josephine rolled her shoulders in a Gallic shrug. “You smell powerful. Strong.” She smiled. “Male.” She flicked her ears. “I meet you before. Take flat cloth thing. It smells of power. Of you. I want that power. Here.” She touched a fist to her groin. “I track that power. I track you.” A lazy grin as her ears canted. “I try take power. You take me. Your smell not lie. You strong. Stronger than me.”
“That remains to be seen. Neither one of you exerted your full strength. I am done.”
Faelan resumed control. “Did you learn anything?”
Possibly. It appears that she keyed on your pheromones and responded to you as a top predator and as a strong possible mate. This could be of mixed use. I suspect that the vast majority of pokegirls will respond to you as a potential sexual partner on an unconscious level. However, some that have the mindset to see themselves as the top predator in an area may consider you an interloper into their territory and respond accordingly.
“Lovely. Mixed benefit indeed.” He quickly sketched the theory to Svetlana.
The Megami-sama looked surprised and then amused. “So other pokegirls are coming on to you because you smell good.” She shook her head. “If it is pheromone related, that means the less you bathe the better you are going to smell.” She gave him a determined look. “I want you to start bathing every day at least once a day.”
“It’s fall. That water is cold. I’ll be fine.”
Her eyes narrowed. “If you don’t, then don’t be surprised if it starts raining on you and only you every morning.” She smirked. “A cold hard rain until I am satisfied that you are clean and pheromone minimized.”
“Crap.”
***
HEROINE, the Heroic Pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Fighting/Psychic
Frequency: Rare (Crimson League)
Diet: human diet
Role: champions
Libido: Average (High with bond partner)
Strong Vs: Fighting, Ice, Normal, Poison, Rock, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Ghost
Weak Vs: Flying, Ghost
Attacks: Deflect, Final Strike (all other vary depending on any weapons)
Enhancements: Improved Fighting skills and psychic powers
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Loner (when bonded)
Heroines cast off their aloof ways from when they were a Loner and become powerful fighters. They lose some of their weaknesses, but also some of their strengths. Heroines are very affectionate towards their bond partner. Heroines can use any weapon and have access to any Fighting or Psychic attack. The variation of techniques makes them a very difficult opponent. Heroines also have a technique that is known to all Heroines, but has only been used one time. That technique is the Final Strike and, according to them, it is literally that. The Heroine sacrifices themselves to unleash this technique. It's said that Nice Peaks was once one mountain, but was separated into two by this technique. Since the last time it was used was over two hundred years ago and there were no surviving witnesses, how powerful it might be can only be guessed at.
SABRETOOH TIGRESS, the Flirtatious Fang Pokegirl
Type: Anthropomorph (Tiger) Humanoid, some instances of Near or Very Near Human
Element: Rock/Fighting
Frequency: Rare
Diet: meat, gems
Role: occupations where combat is necessary, construction workers
Libido: Low
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Electric, Fire, Ice, Normal, Poison, Rock
Weak Vs: Fighting, Ground, Plant, Psychic, Water
Attacks: Bite, Scratch, Slash, Pummel, Comet Punch, Sabre Claw, Bear Hug, Headbutt, Body Slam, StonePalm, Harden, Rock Throw
Enhancements: Functional claws, Night vision, Enhanced senses of smell and hearing, Enhanced strength (x6), Enlarged canine teeth on top set of jaws (can be up to 6" long), rocky skin
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Tigress (Diamond Stone (eaten))
A Tigress that is exposed to a Diamond Stone evolves undergoes no evolution normally. It was only discovered by chance and mishap that a Tigress can evolve to a Sabretooth Tigress by eating (or, more accurately, swallowing) the stone in question! Researchers are still trying to understand why a Ground-type evolution stone adds a Rock-type element to this pokegirl, but the prevailing theory is that it has something to do with the fact that the stone must be consumed for the Tigress to evolve.
Having gained a Rock-type, a Sabretooth Tigress’s colors become somewhat more muted. While the black stripes on their fur remain black, their orange fur becomes more muted, often fading to a dull mud color. The few who were (Very) Near Human in their Tigress form find that this tends to only affect their hair in their new form. A Sabretooth Tigress’s bust tends to firm up also in this new form. The muscle mass of the Sabretooth Tigress is increased considerably by the evolution, as does her weight. This, in turn, increases her physical might; while still managing to keep looking feminine. Their skin, however, becomes much harder to the touch, nearly rock-like in terms of how tough it is. This doesn’t deaden their tactile nerves any, just makes them somewhat harder to damage.
Type: Anthropomorph (Tiger) Humanoid, some instances of Near or Very Near Human
Element: Rock/Fighting
Frequency: Rare
Diet: meat, gems
Role: occupations where combat is necessary, construction workers
Libido: Low
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Electric, Fire, Ice, Normal, Poison, Rock
Weak Vs: Fighting, Ground, Plant, Psychic, Water
Attacks: Bite, Scratch, Slash, Pummel, Comet Punch, Sabre Claw, Bear Hug, Headbutt, Body Slam, StonePalm, Harden, Rock Throw
Enhancements: Functional claws, Night vision, Enhanced senses of smell and hearing, Enhanced strength (x6), Enlarged canine teeth on top set of jaws (can be up to 6" long), rocky skin
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Tigress (Diamond Stone (eaten))
A Tigress that is exposed to a Diamond Stone evolves undergoes no evolution normally. It was only discovered by chance and mishap that a Tigress can evolve to a Sabretooth Tigress by eating (or, more accurately, swallowing) the stone in question! Researchers are still trying to understand why a Ground-type evolution stone adds a Rock-type element to this pokegirl, but the prevailing theory is that it has something to do with the fact that the stone must be consumed for the Tigress to evolve.
Having gained a Rock-type, a Sabretooth Tigress’s colors become somewhat more muted. While the black stripes on their fur remain black, their orange fur becomes more muted, often fading to a dull mud color. The few who were (Very) Near Human in their Tigress form find that this tends to only affect their hair in their new form. A Sabretooth Tigress’s bust tends to firm up also in this new form. The muscle mass of the Sabretooth Tigress is increased considerably by the evolution, as does her weight. This, in turn, increases her physical might; while still managing to keep looking feminine. Their skin, however, becomes much harder to the touch, nearly rock-like in terms of how tough it is. This doesn’t deaden their tactile nerves any, just makes them somewhat harder to damage.
Now a Rock-type, a Sabretooth Tigress has a natural evasion to water, more so than other cat pokegirls, (with the possible exception of Mountain Cats). A Sabretooth Tigress will gladly walk miles along a river to walk around it rather than cross it.
The most noticeable trait is that she gains a set of 'fangs' that could make any Vampire jealous. However, these fangs’ length alter in correlation with her mood. When calm, the fangs aren't too large, looking rather cute. As they get angry, the fangs can grow up to an average of six inches.
The most noticeable trait is that she gains a set of 'fangs' that could make any Vampire jealous. However, these fangs’ length alter in correlation with her mood. When calm, the fangs aren't too large, looking rather cute. As they get angry, the fangs can grow up to an average of six inches.
Though they require less taming than their pre-evolved form, many Tamers are surprised to find that, during Taming, restraints are unnecessary. Unlike many other cat pokegirls, Sabretooth Tigresses prefer to remain still during Taming. Their preferred style of doing it is on all fours, bracing themselves so their Tamer can get deeper inside them. The more aroused she grows, the stiffer her body becomes, culminating in virtual paralysis when she orgasms. This is just a kink though, not any kind of physical immobility, and they can move normally should the situation call for it (such as if she’s attacked during Taming). The one other peculiar turn-on for them is that they prefer to be bitten around the neck or shoulder area when their Tamer orgasms. Many Tamers don’t do this however, as a Sabretooth Tigress’s rocky skin can easily damage her Tamer’s teeth.
Considering a Sabretooth Tigress's diet, she tends to like meat, and lots of it. However, due to her Rock-type nature, she also likes to eat gems, though this is more a desire than a necessity. While this may be expensive, a single gem will last the Sabretooth Tigress numerous days before she needs to eat again.
In Battle, A Sabretooth Tigress is one for straight-forward combat, usually rushing Forward with Comet Punch, StonePalm, or Sabre Claw. However, if the opponent pokegirl is within range, the Sabretooth Tigress will prefer to use Body Slam or Bear Hug, practically neutralizing the opponent pokegirl before the battle truly begins. However, it’s worth noting that, due to their new Rock-type, Sabretooth Tigresses have a harder time keeping up with Fighting-types, needing to lug their heavier bodies around. This isn’t nearly as bad as when they face a Water-type though, as this is the one elemental type that tends to make them balk in a fight.
Feral Sabretooth Tigresses tend to not want to be bothered. They will tend to use Harden more than anything else, making it difficult to hurt and capture them. And pray for the poor sap that actually pisses one off! They don't have any real attack pattern, just anything they know that will cause damage. Many a beginning Tamer who thought to capture a Feral Sabretooth Tigress have lost many a good pokegirls.
Considering a Sabretooth Tigress's diet, she tends to like meat, and lots of it. However, due to her Rock-type nature, she also likes to eat gems, though this is more a desire than a necessity. While this may be expensive, a single gem will last the Sabretooth Tigress numerous days before she needs to eat again.
In Battle, A Sabretooth Tigress is one for straight-forward combat, usually rushing Forward with Comet Punch, StonePalm, or Sabre Claw. However, if the opponent pokegirl is within range, the Sabretooth Tigress will prefer to use Body Slam or Bear Hug, practically neutralizing the opponent pokegirl before the battle truly begins. However, it’s worth noting that, due to their new Rock-type, Sabretooth Tigresses have a harder time keeping up with Fighting-types, needing to lug their heavier bodies around. This isn’t nearly as bad as when they face a Water-type though, as this is the one elemental type that tends to make them balk in a fight.
Feral Sabretooth Tigresses tend to not want to be bothered. They will tend to use Harden more than anything else, making it difficult to hurt and capture them. And pray for the poor sap that actually pisses one off! They don't have any real attack pattern, just anything they know that will cause damage. Many a beginning Tamer who thought to capture a Feral Sabretooth Tigress have lost many a good pokegirls.
There are no reported cases of a Threshold girl becoming a Sabretooth Tigress.