For those who'd like, pokegirl breeds that play a significant role in the chapter that haven't been introduced prior will have their entries listed after the story.
The entries are either taken from A-kun's site on angelfire or the index found for download on this site.
Chapter 1
(3/13/287 0200 - Undisclosed Location)
A child laid strapped to a metal table with a long, horizontal scar running underneath his pectoral muscles. The boy was young, no older than eight. His head swam as he slowly came too. He was too weak to really move and he was severely nauseous. He heard voices, but they were fuzzy.
"..... a threat... must be..." came a voice.
"This is a... can't be serious..." came another.
"... just a boy!... custody of Vale Immediately!"
"... seal... in place... never be able to use magic again."
(5/24/304 1100 - Myrica City - Crescent league)
Richard sat in a small cramped room, his tall figure hunched over with his chin resting on the open palm of his hand and drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair with his long hair draping over his shoulders. The chair he sat in was really too small for him... or maybe he was too big for it? He didn't know. Everything seemed too small for him and his towering frame. He blew his midnight black bangs away from his often tickled nose, a nuisance but one needed to keep the light out of his sensitive eyes. He wiped a nervous sweat off of his pale skin and grumbled quietly. He dreaded this event. He always did. Time seemed to drizzle by too slowly but at the same time far too quickly. The wait was excruciating and yet Richard dreaded the end of it. Richard cringed as the doorknob jiggled before slowly turning and moving forward with the rest of the door. In the doorway stood a Nursejoy that looked far too cheerful for Richard's liking.
"It's 'bout that time again," she said in a sing-song voice. Richard, still hunched over, gripped the chair's arms tightly enough to somehow make his hands turn an even lighter color. She set down a clipboard and pulled out a tackle box, and from within the depths of that cursed thing, she pulled forth what had to be the biggest god-damned needle Richard had ever seen. She smiled at Richard. "Okay then," she started and moved towards the large man sitting in the chair, "let's get started, shall we?" Before she could get any closer Richard leaped up and fearfully attempted to swerve around a civil service girl he had to be a foot and a half taller than. He made a break for the door only for it to slam into his face.
"What the?" Richard exclaimed, "These doors lock?!" He twisted and pulled at the doorknob in vain. He cocked his head over his shoulder to check on the pokegirl behind him, and before he realized what was going on he was hit with Yell, Hypnotize, and Tackle. The next thing he knew, he had an elastic tourniquet around his bicep and was having what he knew had to be unsafe amounts of blood being drawn from his arm. Before he could react, she was trotting off with the blood samples.
He felt violated. Every goddamned, accursed quarterly, he was cramped in one of these tiny rooms for a physical, and then, every time, the same ‘Joy would come and steal some of his blood. It wasn’t just the idea of having his blood stolen, although the thought of it did make him shiver; it was how sickly he felt afterwards. Richard gathered himself up and pulled out a sealed plastic bag filled with a thick red liquid. He punctured the bag with the teeth and sucked the fluid out. He let out a sigh and trudged out of the room. His beverage was making him feel slightly better already.
Okay, I gotta ask," Richard turned to see the source of the voice, a different Nursejoy, "Not to be rude but, every quarter you run from her and her needles as if Typhonna herself were on your heels, just to fail and end up looking sicker than a drowned rat, and yet ya keep signing up for a blood analysis. What gives Richy?"
"Wha-?" Richard said intelligently, "I never sign up for blood work."
"This isn't your signature?" she asked, handing him a clipboard. Richard skimmed through it looking for the signature.
"No it isn't. How di-" Richard's eyes narrowed, "Where’s Kate?"
"Probably skipping off to do your blood work. Why?"
"Excuse me," Richard handed back the clipboard and marched off with purpose. The Nurse' at the station watched Richard's retreating figure turn around the corner and out of site. Soon, she saw him dragging Kate, the Nursejoy who forcibly drew blood from him, down through to another hallway. She appeared to be struggling weakly but when she caught site of her co-worker she grinned and gave her a thumbs-up before resuming her "struggling." A short while later some whimpering could be heard from the very same direction. The noise drifted down to the ears of the 'girls manning the station as it grew louder. Many were starting to crane their necks towards the source to try and see what was going on. Ten or so minutes later a disgruntled looking Richard quickly walked out of the hallway and stormed of through the exited to the main portion of the school.
An Ingenue stood and left to check on Kate. The scene she came across was none to surprising. The Nursejoy was in a closet, slumped up against the corner on her knees. She was holding a strip of red-stained linen to her neck. The Ingenue frowned.
"Did you antagonize Rich all these months just so he’d finally do this?" she asked.
Kate simply grinned. "He just bit me. It was good though," she stated proudly. The grin never left her face. "Turns out he pops a boner when he tends to his 'dietary needs.'"
The Ingenue rolled her eyes. "Just cause he has to drink blood doesn't mean you should get him drink directly from people you fetishist," she curtly replied. And with that, she left Kate to rot light-headedly in the closet.
(5/25/304 0913 – Myrica School of Battling – Crescent League)
He was feeling much better now that he had had time to get over his blood loss. He kept his diet to himself so only the ‘Joys and his ‘girls really knew about his problem. His inhuman digestive tract was a nuisance sometimes. Now that the final physicals were done and over with, all the students in the Myrica School of Battling were going to be tested in every aspect before they are given a semi-official ceremony and kicked out into the world. Richard was walking down to one of this wing's smaller arenas with a dark haired girl who was wearing a T-shirt with what appeared to be a winged-alarm clock printed on it. She was humming to herself cheerily when she turned up her head to Richard. "Saaaaay," she inquired, "is it true you tamed Kate?" Richard stumbled before catching himself.
"Morgan," he said sternly, "you shouldn't believe everything the gossip hounds say." Morgan blurred in front of him and began walking backwards in tempo with his steps.
"They’re Bunnygirls, not Hounds Master Richy." Richard chuckled at her small joke.
Morgan stood on her tippy-toes to try and get closer to eye level with her master. "Weeeeeeeell?" she asked, unnecessarily drawing out the vowel. Richard simply looked straight ahead ignoring her. It was easy since he was so much taller than she was, 6' 10" to her 5' 7". Morgan began blurring a circle around him, something she often did when she wanted something. He sighed again and continued walking. There was no use commenting it, as rumor usually spreads to everyone in the building in what seemed like mere minutes. Richard gestured to Morgan that the nonsense was over as they approached the arena. She blurred to his left side and pouted cutely for a short while before hanging off of her master's arm. They entered the preparatory room for their destination where instructor Johnson, a man of average height in his early thirties, was waiting for them.
"Sir," Richard said to alert Johnson of his presence. The instructor turned towards him calmly.
"Ah Richard, you've arrived," he stated in a smooth baritone, "Are you ready to begin your exam or do you need preparation."
"Sir, a short amount of time to prepare would be much appreciated." Morgan gave Richard a funny look but decided not to interject her opinion. Johnson raised an eyebrow as well.
"Very well, you have ten minutes." Johnson turned round to leave, but Richard spoke again to stop him.
"Sir in light of fairness, may I know who you are going to use against me?" At that Johnson spun on his heel and gave Richard a scathing look.
"And why would you want to know that?" Richard didn't waver.
"You know the only possible combination I can use in this test," Richard squared his shoulders and took a breath, "I ask this so that it be fair and the odds slightly more even." Johnson’s gaze lessened to a frown.
"While I agree that it would be fairer, think of it as a challenge." Johnson smirked, "Nice try, kid."
(0925)
The arena was one of the smaller ones, but big enough so that you had to shout for someone to hear you on the other side of the room. Richard briefed his two 'girls on what was going on. They knew most of the details, but one could never be too careful for something important. Morgan, his Tick-Tock, and Agrona, his Slutton, were both agreeable about the whole situation. What Richard fretted over as he fingered his 'girl's pokeballs was who his opponents were going to be. He knew Johnson was generally a fair man, but then again Richard thought he stretched the word fair a little too far. He got into his Tamer box on his side of the arena. He scanned the room. It was a plain arena with the heater turned off to let the seemingly perpetual cold of the environment seep into everyone's bones. The referee that had been chosen looked over to the two of them. He asked if the two of them were ready for their two on two battle. Richard fingered the mic of his radio before nodding and waiting for Johnson to release his team. Both men tossed up their pokeballs and released their girl's onto the field. Richard quickly scanned his opponents with his 'dex.
Charred VIXXEN, the Ashen Fornicating Fox Pokégirl
Type: Animorph (vulpine)
Element: Fire/Dark
Frequency: very Rare
Diet: omnivore
Role: Taming assistant, foundry workers, melting snow off pavement
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Fire, Ice, Plant, Steel, Dark, Ghost, Psychic
Weak Vs: Ground, Rock, Water, Bug, Fighting
Attacks: Flamethrower, Tackle, Wrestle, Ignite, Burning Hands, Warm Embrace, Flame Sniper, Flamesword MKII, Blur, Strength Drain, Shadow Strike
Enhancements: Enhanced Hearing (x4), Enhanced Olfactory Sense (x4), Fire Resistance, Quickness, Shadowless, Infravision
HEROWU, the Heroic Weapon-Using Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Rare
Diet: human style foods, especially rice
Role: warriors, bodyguards, weapons masters
Libido: Average (High with a Tamer they like)
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Normal, Rock, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic
Attacks: Chi Blast, Parry, Punch, Kick, Deflect, Bonk, Sword Dance, Swordwave, Flame Sword Mark II, Electric Blade Mark II, Ice Blade Mark II
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x7), Enhanced Reflexes (x7), Enhanced Speed (x7), Enhanced Agility (x7) Endurance, Weapon Proficiency, Summon Weapon
Richard cursed under his breath. The Vixxen, charred or not, is of little danger unless she gets a hold of his 'girl's shadows. On the other hand, the Herowu will crush them. Her enhanced speed, reflexes and agility would prove troublesome, even if Morgan slows her down as slow as she can. The Herowu charged towards Richard's team. "Morgan, encompass both opponents and slow them down as much as possible. Do not include there tamer." Richard spoke through his mic in a smooth confident tone. He didn't need them to know that they were in all likelihood screwed. Morgan began her Slow Dance to help her focus her time spell. Richard had already drilled her for almost a year on casting her spells, so she executed the instruction quickly and fluidly. "Aggy, get behind the Vixxen and use Bite on her neck," Agrona was on her way as soon as she heard Vixxen, "Rip out as much as you can in as little time as possible, specifically arteries, and get out of there before she can drain you in an attempt to heal herself."
Richard eyed the Herowu warily. Even with her area's time flow slowed down by eight, she was making good time towards Morgan. "Morgan, be a dear and increase the distance between the Herowu and yourself. Morgan's face was starting to sweat as she danced away from the Herowu. Breaking the fluidity of her dance while slowing/speeding time to this extent was always hard on her, then again some sacrifices need to be made for safety. Agrona did a number on the enemy Vixxen's neck and throat and had already broken combat with a bloody grin splitting her face.
Richard took time to chastise her. "Aggy, although that's a sexy look, focus," he said in a somewhat stern voice. He then returned to the fluid tone he used earlier. "Get into the pincer position, Morgan can't keep that field up forever and things are going to... speed up." He heard Morgan giggle over the radio. Agrona positioned herself so that she was eighty degrees from Morgan, the opponent being the vertex of the angle. The pincer position was a simple concept, one that Richard borrowed from a pre-Sukebe film called Jurassic Park and tweaked to his own benefit. Both were within the opponents line of site and able to attack or distract interchangeably if close enough. This was also beneficial since although the opponent could see both of them, the target can't face any direction and not leave an opening of some sort.
Meanwhile, Johnson was yelling into his radio. He received no response since the time spell made radio transmitions nonsense once they entered or exited a time field. He watched as his Vixxen dropped in slow motion. He couldn't do a status check on her since radio is useless thanks to Richard's Tick-Tock. So he did the only reasonable thing he could do; he pushed the recall button on her 'ball. He soon watched in horror as the capture beam failed to penetrate the time field.
Richard noticed the situation. "Morgan, shrink your field so it only includes the Herowu. You're wasting energy." Johnson gave him a grateful look as his 'girl disappeared into her ball. Richard watched the Herowu charge forward with a two-handed broadsword. She has almost reached Morgan, but with the time spell she was actually going below a human's top speed so Richard's team had enough time for some preparatory commands. "Both of you brace yourselves," he began slowly, "Aggy on the word go, charge the enemy's opening and make it obvious you’re attacking. Also, prepare to break contact on my command and be wary of off-handed weapons. Morgan, on the word now, use Chi-Blast on the enemy. Make sure it hits her, even if you know she can block it." The girls steeled themselves. "Morgan, hook the field to the opponent and reduce the value from eight to four... GO!"
The speed of the opponent doubled, but the reduced energy required maintaining the field would free up Morgan to use fighting techniques. Agrona sped towards the enemy with an open stance to incite retaliation. The Herowu turned on the dime and executed a horizontal slash at the oncoming Slutton.
"NOW!" Richard boomed. Morgan fired a Chi-blast. The Herowu responded with parry. The Chi blast began to deflect, but the movement was odd due to the slowed time. "Aggy, Slash her shoulder. Get the rotator cuff." Richard was excited. This might just pull them through. "Aggy, break." Agrona successfully landed the slash on the intended target, but the wound was shallow. "Morgan, Aggy, status."
Morgan responded first. "Strained, Keeping up the time spell is going to be difficult soon," she said through a tired voice.
Aggy's report was more encouraging. "I’ve got a light gash across my stomach but it won't slow me down," she paused, "I think that her reflexes are off due to the time difference, but she might correct it if we give her too much time."
Richard grinned internally. It was times like this that all of Agrona's trouble was worth it. He had an idea. "Fang position, you two," He said. The enemy launched a swordwave at his Tick-Tock as they moved into position. Morgan dodged wearily. This position was similar to the "pincer" except it had more of a 160 degree angle. "Morgan, use Mystic Bolt repeatedly to keep her pinned down. Agrona, close in on her while keeping the angle wide." The fang position was better suited for when the opponent was farther away. Agrona needed to keep the angle wide so the Herowu wouldn't retreat as Agrona closed in, thus making the angle between the three a more acute one. This would complicate things as Agrona could accidentally interfere with or even get hit by Morgan's assault, not to mention that the Herowu's would be able to attack them both at the same time with her ranged attacks. Making sure the angle stayed wide kept that from happening while making it difficult to keep an eye on both of them. With Morgan attacking. It was more vital to keep watch on her. This also made it easy to back an enemy into a corner.
Agrona was getting close to the enemy. The Herowu made a prompt decision and sent a swordwave in Morgan's direction, and began paying more attention to Agrona. "Morgan," Richard spoke quickly, "I know this is going to be hard on you, but persevere. I want you to make a second time field around yourself. It doesn't have to be much, just sped up by two or three. Use it to dodge the attack and circle around behind the Herowu, out of her peripheral vision." Morgan was doing just that. "Get right up behind her and use crushing punch on her kidney area."
Agrona was currently being pressed back by the Fighting type's slashes from her sword. She was able to weave dodge many of them, but for every one successfully evaded, another nicked her. Morgan raced up behind the Herowu and landed the Crushing Blow to the opponent's lower back. The blow made her cry out but the enemy recovered and pivoted to slam the butt of her broadsword up against the Tick-Tock's temple. With the force of the blow and the stress from overusing her time magic, it was lights-out and Richard recalled her. This dispelled all time fields. Agrona was closing in on the temporarily distracted Herowu when Johnson shouted into his radio, now able to since the time fields, were down and alerting his pokegirl of Agrona's assault. Agrona was too close for the Herowu to bring her two-handed weapon back around, so she summoned an off-handed dagger and plunged it into the Sluttons stomach.
"Curl around it and Bite!" Richard commanded through the radio. Agrona flowed with the impact and leaned into her opponent and opened her jaws. The Herowu tried to avoid the bite but the Savage Wolverine Pokegirl managed to get a hold of her enemy's sword hand as she pulled away. Agrona pulled and tore with all her might trying to open as many veins and cause as much trauma as possible. The Herowu pulled out the knife and prepared to stab Agrona again. Agrona disappeared into her pokeball before anything else could happen.
The referee made his verdict. "Agrona and Morgan are unable to battle. The fight goes to Mr. Johnson.
Richard sighed. He headed off to the nearest healing station to turn in his 'girls. They did a good job and he should find a way to reward them. Johnson recalled his 'girl and followed Richard. Johnson looked up at Richard. "That was a good battle," he began, "but you could've gone for a Double KO if you had hung on a little longer."
Richard gave Johnson a sour look. "Don't give me that," he said blandly, "That next blow could've killed if it hit in the right place, and you'd not only still win, but I'd have to find a new Slutton." Johnson gave Richard an appraising look before facing forward and continuing on in silence.
(6/2/304 1100)
Richard stood in the back of a block of people. The block was on a stage in front of an audience. The audience was composed of the school's students and the block of people was composed of students who were going to get a fancy document and an update of their Tamer profile saying they graduated this particular school of battling. There were many tests like the one with Instructor Johnson that Richard had to pull through. Some were designed to be impossible to win against and many knew it, but for those who could figure it out, such tested something other than battling skills. Morgan and Agrona had done him proud on each exam that they had to participate in, earning them some rather long taming sessions when they were done with a test. The head of the school finally called Richard up to receive his fancy certificate and heard what number in his class he finished as.
After the long-winded ceremony was finally over- which didn't come fast enough in Richard's opinion- there was a small celebration for the graduates. Although he wasn't one for this kind of socialization, Richard stayed to get one last look at a few people before he was almost statistically guaranteed not to see again.
"Hey! Tall Bastard!" Speak of the devil and the devil will come.
Richard turned around with a grin on his face, exposing several pointed teeth and unusually long canines. "Hello you Lazy Cretin," he said, grin still plastered on. In front of Richard was a good sized red headed lad who was big in his own right. Plenty of fighting ancestry showed through on his form.
"Have you seen Shorty, Rich?" the young man began.
Richard suppressed a snort. His friend seemed to want to tame her more than his Drowzee. "Na, she still hasn't forgiven me for giving her her nickname."
"I think she's forgiven you for that. It's the fact that now everyone calls her Shorty that she hasn't forgiven you for."
"I think that may be a contributing factor." Richard glanced around. He saw Morgan bouncing around and dancing on top of a table... and somehow maintaining an animated conversation at the same time. How she did such things was still of a mystery.
"Is it safe for you to let her wander like that?"
"While it does hold some danger, she's enjoying herself."
"Yeah, bu-"
Richard cut his friend off. "I use the reward method of teaching. So far, it has worked, plus I'm keeping her within my line of vision. Hopefully, I can recall her before she gets into any trouble. I wouldn’t want to be the guy who had to clean up the smear that she’d turn anyone stupid enough to cross the line into.”
“I thought that Tick-Tocks were light-hearted and comedy oriented in everything.”
A smirk began to creep its way across Richard’s visage. “They are. Morgan would make a mockery of the victim before doing him in.” His chest swelled in pride. “Her loyalty surprises me sometimes.
Laurence sighed and shook his head. "How did you manage to get such rare 'girls to begin with? I've never heard the story."
Richard chuckled. "The way all good things come about, sheer, dumb luck and taking advantage of the situation."
(6/3/304 0245 - Myrica City - Crescent League)
Agrona yawned as she and her master strolled down the dark city streets. She walked by his side as she glanced around the shadowy streets. After Richard got the Com codes of the few people he wanted to keep in contact with, they left the school as soon as the sun was down. Sometimes that took a while considering how far north they are. "Richard, do you know where we are?" she asked with a little hesitation.
Richard looked down on her and smiled. "I do, I have the Night vision Blood Gift, remember?" he said in the smooth confident tone he uses during battle. This put Agrona on guard.
"Master?" she said, eyes darting around.
"Be calm Aggy," He said emphasizing the word calm. The use of her battle name made Agrona drift closer to Richard's side. "As you know, I normally do not punish questions, but this is not the time." Agrona searched Richards’s eyes that were hidden behind his long hair. "It's time I fulfilled my end of the bargain."
(Many Months Ago: 8/12/303 1630 - Myrica Outskirts)
"Master Richy, Master Richy!" Morgan cried out happily as she leapt into his arms. Richard gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Very good, Morgan," Richard spoke warmly and watched Morgan swell in pride. "It took me much longer than that to finally do that, even after I had the theory completed."
"I had a good teacher, Master!" she exclaimed happily as she nuzzled into his chest. "Why did you make this technique anyway?"
Richard's happy expression weakened slightly. "Well, as you know, I am crippled magically and can't gather magical energy from the environment."
"Yes I remember." Morgan nodded her head vigorously and puffed her cheeks in a pout. "That was so sad."
Richard's expression weakened further. "Ever since then I have looked for alternate ways to cast. A man I respect, who just happened to have a high amount of fighting ancestry, taught me how to channel chi. While magic acts like a muscle that pulls and then pushes, forcing energy to its design, chi works like a third lung that gently breaths out its force as needed." Richard scrunched up his face. "My analogies suck." Morgan shook her head quickly. Richard gave her a mock glare. "You don't need to humor me. Enough of that, you know what it's like to use chi and magic. Even though such magic is frowned upon because of its danger, magic users can use magical energies stored inside their own body. However, I have difficulty with even that, and even if I could gather it freely, it is highly unlikely that my body has enough for any practical use." Morgan nodded along as he explained. She was always completely enrapt with him whenever he explained something. "So as a solution, I use my chi-flow to aid in forcing my manna and other magic to the surface and then once I can, I use primarily the manna to help carry the chi and other energies out of the body."
The Tick-Tock looked thoughtful for a moment. "That sounds a lot more complicated that what you instructed me to do."
"You don't have a handicap." Richard set his 'girl down and approached a fist-sized rock lying on the ground. He squatted and extended his arm with his hand open and fingertips pointing at the rock. There was a pulse of energy and a hairline crack appeared on the on the rock. Richard picked it up. "As you can see due to my weakness, the denser something is, the more difficult it is the damage it with this technique, so as you can guess Laurence, that Lazy Cretin, is probably completely immune to this." Morgan attempted to stifle a giggle with little success. "I can probably chop wood with this but little else unless I somehow drastically increase my strength." He showed her the rocks fracture and how it did not completely go through. Richard smashed it with his fist and the rock split the rest of the way. "A pokegirl would probably do nothing more than grunt if I hit her with this," Richard grinned triumphantly, "but you, and possibly other magic types, can use this and other spells not normally given to ‘girls to do much more magnificent things with this than I will ever be able to."
"What did you name the technique?"
Richard put on an airy look. "Hmmm, I never officially named it... hmmmmmmm." He rubbed his chin in mock-thought. "How about the Breaking Wind?"
Morgan nearly choked on her saliva. "Err... Master, I think we shouldn't call it that." She looked at him pleadingly. "People will get the wrong idea."
He chuckled briefly at her expression. "I think I originally named it Cutting Wind when I first designed it." Richard sighed in nostalgia. "I was young at the time and it sounded cool back then."
"Don't worry Master Richy. It's a good name." She smiled brightly until a thought suddenly struck Morgan. "Who was it who taught you how to use chi?" she asked.
Richard looked down at her squarely. "I think that that's a story for another time."
"Bah! It's always a story for another time!" she yammered, "What's a story for now?"
Richard gave her a menacing smirk. "How about the story of how the Tick-Tock continued practicing?" he laughed as Morgan started grumbling.
A twig snapped several feet away. Morgan and Richard both snapped their heads in that direction, suddenly alert. There stood a large brown and white animorphic pokegirl with long brown hair. Her fur looked to be very thick. The 'girl noticed them and a savage grin split her face in two. Morgan took initiative and hooked a time field around her and started Slow dance to focus. She hadn't much practice so she could only slow her down by four times with complete concentration. Richard whipped out his 'dex and scanned her.
SLUTTON, the Savage Wolverine Pokégirl
Type: Animorph (wolverine)
Element: Normal
Frequency: Very Rare (Very Uncommon in Capital and Ruby)
Diet: carnivorous
Role: terror fighters
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Ghost, Ice
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Tackle, Agility, Slash, Bite, Growl
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x4), Enhanced Speed (x4), Enhanced Olfactory Sense (x3), High Intelligence, Razor Claws
Richard paled. Even though Morgan had a type advantage, she was primarily magic and he hadn't had the time to explore her fighting techniques in depth yet outside of chi manipulation. He steeled himself. With her advanced speed she was about even with a normal human if Morgan kept up the time field. Richard thought fast. "Morgan, keep the field up. I'm going to try something," he quickly ordered. The Slutton was definitely feral. She was filthy and covered in ragged clothing that was obviously nowhere near fitting her. She hadn't reacted yet due to the time delay, but she would soon. He sprinted over to an ancient pine tree. It was big, and had probably predated pokegirls and Sukebe himself. The Sluttons look of glee slowly turned to one of confusion as she tried to follow Richard's movements. As soon as Richard was close enough, he through as much strength as he could muster into the spell he had been teaching Morgan at an upward angle. The massive tree groaned. Richard silently prayed to whatever force that may be out there that this worked. Pulling this stunt had drained him enough that he would have to rely on Morgan to fight if this didn't work. The tree started to creek and fall. Richard thanked the high heavens... until he realized the tree was falling towards him. Richard through himself out of the way as it crashed down. He leapt to his feet and checked the area. The tree had caught the Slutton off guard and pinned her to the ground. Richard cautiously approached. He looked over the Slutton and sighed in relief as he saw that the trunk of the tree had her pinned in the lower back. The trunk was big enough that it probably reduced most of her leverage to nothing worth discussing. He waved to Morgan. "That's enough! Drop the spell," he shouted to her. Morgan did so and slumped to the ground in exhaustion. Richard walked around the tree stump and stopped next to his Tick-Tock. "You okay?" he asked. She merely nodded and continued breathing heavily. Richard glanced over to the Slutton. The feral was struggling furiously, in the end futilely, but she still was making a good effort.
Richard made a loud noise and caught her attention. She snarled at him with a fearsome display of teeth. Richard undid his pants and displayed himself to her. She stopped display. Slowly, her grin crept back onto her visage. Richard smiled to himself. If she was still in the mood, he could try and bond her. He kept himself exposed and went back around the fallen pine. He noticed that the Slutton had figured out his goal and was trying to spread herself to the best of her ability. She didn't get far due to her odd positioning. Richard was warry of the Slutton breed's strength, so he had Morgan cast her time field again just long enough for him to pull out the moderate restraints he kept with him for emergencies and attach them. Once that was done and the time field was dropped once again, he knelt down to her level. This would probably prove trying considering his tall frame and the fact that she was flat against the ground. Richard gently pushed her thighs farther apart. The wild 'girl started to growl. He paused. It probably hurt considering her predicament. Richard brushed his hand against her wetness. His eyes widened slightly. She was certainly ready for him. Normally he would've wanted to do a bit of foreplay, but the circumstances made it impractical. He readied his member and leaned in. His head pushed gently against her and slowly started to enter her. She started growling again and tried to pull him in with her legs, although this was impeded by the restraints. Richard smirked. "Impatient aren't we?" he cooed to her even though he was secretely worried about the creeking noise made by the restraints and the tree pinning her down, "Well, you asked for it." In one swift thrust, he pushed in as deeply as he could. She roared out into the air.
Morgan looked up suddenly to see if there was any danger. She calmed when she saw the Slutton was still under the tree and secured in the restriants. Richard couldn't see her expression because of the tree, but he had a hunch that that was the good kind of roar. Her legs attempted squeeze Richard. The creeking of the restraints returned. Grimacing, he hurried to get it over with. He didn't want the restraints to suddenly break and he end up with his ribcage caved in or something else along those lines. When her legs loosened, Richard slid out until just his tip remained inside and plunged back in. A happy rumble could be heard from the 'girl as he began pumping her pussy. The Slutton writhed and kicked as he continued, tearing up dirt and patches of grass. Richard sped up to both of their pleasure and he felt her walls tighten around him for the first time. The Slutton roared out again. The pressure her cunt was putting on him made it difficult to move it, but once she let up, he went back to thrusting in and out of her with a renewed vigor. She came two more times before her squeezing made it impossible to hold back even if he wasn't eager for it to be done with. His semen spilled into her and her and withdrew.
Richard panted for a while before standing shakily and returning to the front of the tree. "Slut... Ton?" came an inquisitive voice. Richard looked over to the feral Slutton, who seemed to no longer be feral. Richard knelt down at a safe distance.
"You seem to be in taming shock," he stated simply.
The Slutton's head snapped towards him. "Ton!" she yelled.
Richard shook his head. "I can't understand you. Just nod or shake your head for yes or no." She nodded her head. "Hnn? You can understand me fairly well. You must not be feral born." She winced as he said that. Richard gave her an even look. "Regardless of that, you should probably be run through a healing cycle." She didn't look like she believed him. "Look, lack of pain means you’re either your adrenaline hasn't completely worn off or you're in shock. Both are bad." He sighed and got up and went to his pack and pulled out a pokeball. He came back and stood in front of the trapped girl. "I'm going to tap you with this 'ball. If you break the ball you’re likely to just hurt yourself" He gave the ball a gentle toss and it tapped her arm. She was sucked into the ball. The ball rocked back and forth several times before subsiding and the capture light toned. Richard shook his head. It's amazing what you can convince people of with a little exaggeration and a good fallacy.
(8/22/303 1803 - Myrica School for Battling Dormitory - Crescent League)
Richard and his new Slutton, Agrona, were alone in the dorm hallway and approaching Richard’s assigned dorm room. Agrona looked at Richard with a thoughtful expression on his face. Richard noticed this but said nothing. They continued done the hall until they reached the room. They entered and shut the door. Finally, Richard turned to Agrona. “Okay, out with it,” he said flatly.
“Huh?” came the reply.
“You obviously want to say something, what is it?”
Agrona looked around the room and fidgeted. “You’ve only had me for about a week and you already trust me alone with you?”
“Are you saying I shouldn’t?” Richard heaved an exasperated sigh. “Quit stalling and come out with it.”
Agrona seemed to shrink back, which was an amusing sight to see since she was a feared breed of pokegirl. “Is it too much to ask a favor?”
Richard smiled. So this was it. “Agrona, I’ve said it before. I do not punish for asking questions unless it’s during an inappropriate time like during a battle. “ His smile faded. “It is too much, however, to pester me about it if I say no.”
Agrona swallowed. “I ran away from my previous master.”
Richard grimaced. She had confided in him many things about her previous life to help vent some of the constant frustration she was feeling. She had nothing nice to say about her previous master. “Are you saying you want to go back to him?”
Agrona’s eyes widened. “Gods, no. I ran because I was half feral and he wouldn’t tame me for some reason.” Richard relaxed and motioned for her to continue. “I was a Mynx at the time, a lot milder for some reason. I evolved after I went feral.” She took a breath. “I… left behind a sister.” Richard inwardly cringed. This wasn’t going anywhere good. “She’s really meek and is probably still hanging around waiting like his blowup doll.
“And, am I to presume that you want me to retrieve her?” Agrona nodded. Richard looked away for a moment. “Can I challenge your previous master for salvage?”
Agrona shook her head. “No, he’s a pet owner.”
“Then, I hope you understand that unless she runs too, I can legally do nothing.” Agrona visibly deflated. Richard contemplated his next choice of words carefully. Agrona had bonded to him fairly quickly, but even so, Sluttons are a vicious and therefore headstrong breed. He didn’t need her having sullen feelings and somehow finding a way to take it out on him. Besides, he could use another ‘girl. “So, we’ll have to do this illegally.” The downtrodden pokegirl looked up in surprise. Richard leaned forward and kissed her. “However, I don’t have the resources at this time so you’ll have to wait until I do. Be patient, and a good girl too of course, and I’ll see what we can do to fetch her.”
(Back to the Present – 6/3/304 0330 – Lonely Mansion, Myrica – Crescent League)
“Do you understand the plan?” whispered Richard. They were a good 300 yards away from some rich bastard’s house who was stupid enough to live this far away from the city. Richard was naked and covered from head to toe in a thick coat of mud with twigs and leaves stuck to him. Agrona was similarly dressed. Richard was somewhat worried about this. Agrona had been waiting for this for almost a year. She nodded and took off grunting and growling like she was a feral.
Agrona burst through a large window on the side of the building. The shattering glass and crushed furniture caused quite the ruckus. The whole house probably knew something was up so she needed to be quick. In this room there was a woman and to ‘girls, a Mynx and a Hound. Agrona took advantage of their surprise and clawed out the Hound’s throat. After she collapsed, the human woman screamed like a molested banshee. Agrona kicked a table into her and knocked her out of the way. She then turned to the cowering Mynx and gave a challenging roar. She slashed at the Mynx- intentionally missing- to scare her into scrambling away. There were several voices and the sound of rushing footsteps in the distance. Wait, that voice… Agrona knew that voice. It was one of her former master’s spoiled brats, except this brat had an Amachoke. Agrona quickly herded the terrified Mynx out the open window and chased her off towards Richard’s location knowing she’d be killed or captured otherwise.
Richard saw the terrified Mynx run past him, although a more realistic description would be dragged herself past him. The Mynx breed’s lung deficiency was blatantly showing. Richard tapped her with a ‘ball and the capture chime sounded almost instantly. Richard shrugged inwardly and went back to his hiding spot. He saw Agrona disappear into the trees elsewhere. A second Hound and some kind of blue fox-girl were searching for a scent and began trailing after her. He caught himself attempting to will Agrona to remember to travel over the rocks and cross the river to help lose their trail. If all went according to plan, he’d be back in town by tomorrow. Agrona appeared behind him, picked him up and darted into the night.
(6/6/304 2345 – Myrica Pokecenter – Crescent League)
Okay, so things didn’t go exactly as planned. As they say: the supposed convenience of a plan never really leaves the drawing board. They left some kind of trail that they didn’t expect to. Even after going through all the trouble of bathing and using mud to aid in masking their scent. There was a group of Hounds that used the scent of the mud instead. Richard had Agrona carry him before and after their little escapade. No matter how awkward it was, his trail would be erased and his scent would probably be considered a part of Agrona’s if they stayed together and he didn’t make any appearances. Agrona was much faster than any of the tracking pokegirls, even with having to carry her oversized tamer. What Richard instructed her to do was run through several rivers and dry stone, thus making it difficult for their scent to be followed. They’d probably catch Agrona eventually because of the Hounds. Not wanting to have to fight them (god forbid he accidentally catalyze their evolutions to War Hounds), Richard cleaned the mud off of himself and scrubbed down his Slutton as much as timed allowed in a large river once they had made good distance away from the hunting party. This had earned them a surprise visit from a couple feral Squirtitties. After capturing them, he then recalled Agrona and released Morgan to and used her time magic to speed off towards town. He had kept Morgan in the dark about what he was doing there.
Richard was now tossing a pokeball up and catching it repeatedly. He was watching the television in the room he was given by the city’s pokecenter. Remarkably enough, Agrona’s carnage was displayed on the news already. Apparently whoever lived in that home could afford to outfit it with video surveillance. At first he was terrified, but as he watched in horror, he started noticing just how well it was pulled off. Agrona would be completely unrecognizable if he showed her to someone. Agrona had white markings in the form of a few white stripes in certain parts of her coat. The mud covered the white portions of her body and they weren’t visible, and they were working under the assumption that the attack came from a feral on top of all that. Agrona had also been run with a cleaning cycle so any extraneous scents would be nonexistent. While it was true that running a cleaning cycle on a Slutton just days after a feral Slutton attack may seem suspicious, it is more likely to be chalked up as coincidence. Also, Richard could claim that Agrona was with him the entire time- which she was- and point out that his ‘dex GPS had him positioned elsewhere, due to Richard’s stroke of genius in hiding it near a feral hotspot and retrieving it after the incident. He was home free… Unless a psychic threw a wrench in that. Fuck. Richard sighed. He could hide his thoughts, but Agrona wouldn’t know she had given up such information until it was too late. He’d have to take measures so that he could stop that without harming her in the process. Richard looked to the ceiling. What had he gotten himself into?
Name: Knight, Richard
Age: 16
Residence: Myrica
Status: Active
Rank: 4
Security Clearance: Beta
Licenses
Tamer Y
Master Tamer N
Researcher N
Watcher N
Breeder N
Active Harem
Morgan: Tick-Tock: lvl 20
Agrona: Slutton: lvl 23
Notes: Graduate of the Myrica School for Battling
NURSEJOY, the Nursing Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon, usually found at hospitals and Pokégirl healing centers, has never been found in the wild
Diet: any human style diet, with the preference of vegetables
Role: nursing
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Dodge, Tackle, Honey, Sweet Honey, Royal Honey, Love 'N' Affection, Hugs 'N' Kisses, Heal, Cure, Cura, Curaga, Pray, Multiheal, Omniheal, Revive, Half Revive, Full Revive, Regen, Esuna, Hypnotize, Yell
Enhancements: innate knowledge of human and Pokégirl anatomy, natural affinity for healing
Evolves: Night Nurse (battle stress)
Evolves From: None
NurseJoys, or Joys as they are usually called, are nursing Pokégirls; they can do all healing techniques and will help someone in need by nature. Unfortunately, they rarely, if ever, make good fighters.
NurseJoys were the first species of Pokégirl developed by the Leagues, with the first being born in the year 15 AS. Their development began almost immediately after the earliest Pokécenters opened in 10 AS, once the Leagues realized that they just didn't have the manpower to maintain them all.
Tamers know that it's very handy to have a NurseJoy in their pack, since they can heal the other Pokégirls when they get hurt. NurseJoys don't make good Alphas, though, since they don't feel comfortable with the role of group leader.
While all NurseJoys are born with the capability of learning all of the above techniques, few learn more than half of them in their lifetimes. Most choose to specialize in one or two specific areas and focus on learning the advanced techniques for those. That being said, every single NurseJoy is able to use Dodge, Tackle, Heal, Cure, Revive, Esuna and Yell (which they use to stop struggling patients).
For some unknown reason, all NurseJoys have pink hair. Sometimes it's curly, sometimes it's straight, but it's always a bright, vivid pink. Aside from that similarity, NurseJoys vary in appearance, although a great many of them have pink eyes as well. They stand between 5' even and 5'8", though the average is only 5'2". Their busts range between C-Cups and D-Cups, and are usually, but not always, proportionate to their height.
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TICK-TOCK, the Time Mage Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic/Fighting
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: Human-style
Role: Combat, comedy
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Normal, Rock, Ice, Steel
Weak Vs: Fighting (sword-users), Psychic, Ghost, people with no sense of humor
Attacks: Magical spells (time-based), Mystic Bolt, Chi Blast, Hurricane Kick, Crushing Punch, Last Dance, Slow Dance, Hyper Dance
Enhancements: Magical affinity (time), comedy affinity
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Witch (Dream Stone)
Tick-Tocks are an unusual type of magical Pokégirl. They made limited appearances during the Revenge War, and people barely remember them being a part of it. Their primary role was manipulating time in favor of Sukebe's forces, and frequently acted as backup for Sexebi, who was visibly fond of them. They were also reasonably capable fighters, but any other type of Fighting element Pokégirl was capable of flattening them easily in a serious martial-arts contest, which brings to light the primary reason Tick-Tocks disappeared from the war: they thought it was far too serious.
Tick-Tocks strive to stay happy. They are jovial, friendly Pokégirls who love games and jokes, and the majority of them generally behave in a manner similar to Pre-Sukebe comedian Curly Howard, famous for his comedic antics with his friend Larry Fine and his brother, Moe, known collectively as the Three Stooges. Their clothes always have clock designs on them, and they love dancing, getting along famously with musical Pokégirls and sharing a friendly rivalry with Moogirls. (They always lose, but they like dancing anyway so they keep the rivalry up.) They also enjoy artwork and frequently color their hair wild colors. (Tatfirs generally adore Tick-Tocks, as they get to try wild color experiments with their hair.)
Ferals very rarely involve themselves in major crises, and never attempt to cause more than minor pranks and annoyances with their time tricks, as they don't like seeing anyone else unhappy as well. Thresholds and Tamed Ferals will help out in times of need, but you can expect them to make jokes about it the whole way. They would like nothing better than for everyone to get along (or "Be excellent to each other," as the Tick-Tock of one Bill S. Preston esq. said at one point), but better understand the need for fighting than their Feral sisters.
Tick-Tocks are not as powerful as some other magical Pokégirls. Their spell work centers around the manipulation of time, controlling how it flows for various people and objects. They would slow down bullets and plasma blasts during the Revenge War, allowing ample time for other Pokégirls in their units to dodge the attacks and do their work. Manipulation of time, however, requires effort, and repeated use of their time magic causes severe stress on the Tick-Tock's heart. As such, they have taught themselves basic fighting abilities so that they do not become useless mid-battle.
Thresholding into a Tick-Tock is extremely rare, but not unheard of. Girls that do go through the change are generally accepting of it, since all they gain is magical powers and a fun-loving personality.
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SLUTTON, the Savage Wolverine Pokégirl
Type: Animorph (wolverine)
Element: Normal
Frequency: Very Rare (Very Uncommon in Capital and Ruby)
Diet: carnivorous
Role: terror fighters
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Ghost, Ice
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Tackle, Agility, Slash, Bite, Growl
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x4), Enhanced Speed (x4), Enhanced Olfactory Sense (x3), High Intelligence, Razor Claws
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Mynx (battle stress)
Bounty (for confirmed kill): 10,000 SLC (applies to Ferals only)
Bounty (for reporting sighting & getting out alive): 5,000 SLC (applies to Ferals only)
Bounty (for successful capture & taming): 15,000 SLC (applies to Ferals only)
Slutton are intelligent, strong, vicious, and cruel pokegirls. She is a far cry from her once peaceful form as a Mynx. She isn't sought out much except for inciting terror in the general population.
She’s changed dramatically physically. Her once soft, silky fur has become thick and coarse. Her fur is incredibly good at keeping out the cold of her environment, making her resistant to all but the strongest ice attacks. Her fur colors range from brown, black, white, and yellow and she is usually striped.
Her height has increased by a marginal amount, but she is much more muscular, though it is hard to tell through her thick fur. The lung problems she once had as a Mynx are gone, much to the world’s chagrin.
Feral Sluttons need to be hunted down. While not the strongest pokegirl around, she is incredible vicious and has a taste for flesh. She sees all things, human and pokegirl alike, as food. It is not advisable to try to tame one unless you are a very experienced tamer. They tend to jump males for a quick taming, and then have that guy as a post-coitus snack.
Her bounty amount is something of a conundrum. It is not enough to get more experienced tamers to actively hunt her down for cash, but just enough to make newbie tamers cautious around her. And tamers ‘must’ be cautious around her. She will keep fighting long past anyone else would give up and collapse.
She is a good test for the tamers in Capital and Ruby where she is much more common than the rest of the world. Taking down a Slutton can be seen as a rite of passage for tamers in those leagues.
Slutton are rarely, if ever, seen in populated areas except as threshold cases. Thresholded Sluttons are much more calm then their feral counterparts, but everyone must be wary of them. Her increased intelligence combined with growing aggression means she could do more damage then any feral.
If you do manage to catch a Slutton, restraints are a must. She is much stronger than normal people and she has a tendency to claw out when in the throws of orgasm. She also likes to bite down on flesh during taming, so a reinforced ball gag is needed as well.
Not every tamer is capable of handling a Slutton. Her viciousness and high intelligence are usually too much for ‘softer’ tamers. She is a great addition for any combat oriented harem if a tamer manages to bring her in line. A tamer simply known as Logan was famous for having a whole harem filled with them.
Sluttons are beasts in combat. Their claws are some of the sharpest out there and they just ‘love’ to use them. People tend to underestimate the power of normal-type pokegirls, much to their later dismay. A Slutton is capable of taking out most pokegirls simply with her Bite and Slash attacks.
They know no fear. A Slutton will fight anyone she deems a threat, even when she is outmatched in every sense of the word. One documented case showed just how determined she is to fight. She fought a Grizzlar for over an hour before succumbing to her wounds and dying. Considering the power of a Grizzlar, that is saying something.
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HOUND, the Hunting Dog Pokégirl
Type: Animorph (canine)
Element: Dark
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: meat with the occasional plant, an extreme fondness for pizza with extra hot peppers has been noted in most members of the breed
Role: guard dog, faithful companion
Libido: Average (High monthly)
Strong Vs: Dark, Ghost, Psychic, cat Pokégirls
Weak Vs: Bug, Fighting, olfactory attacks
Attacks: Bite, Howl, Pummel, Takedown, Tackle, Crunch
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x4), Enhanced Olfactory Sense (x10), Enhanced Speed (x3), Endurance
Evolves: War Hound (battle stress), Cerberass (Anubust’s curse [Evolution Method Classified])
Evolves From: Doggirl (orgasm)
Hounds were among the first type of Pokégirls Sukebe created. They are a tough, sleek breed of Pokégirl, the shortest adult Hound being measured at 6'5" tall. They possess a strong, muscular build, C-cup breasts, and smooth, black fur, with a long stripe of dark brown going from their groin to the bottom of their jaw. Their faces are possessed of dark eyes and canine features, with sharp teeth and a larger than normal nose being their most prominent features. Their tails are medium-sized and very whip like (although younger Hounds sometimes have their ears and tails trimmed into shortness), and their nails are very strong, giving them an appearance similar to the pre-Sukebe dog known as the Doberman.
Hounds are very territorial, and are not good teammates for the average wandering Tamer, as they prefer to stay in one place at all times. However they make excellent guard dogs, as they defend their territories fiercely against intruders or anyone they may think may harm someone they care about or assigned to protect. They are among the most loyal, loving breeds of Pokégirl in existence, although they aren't overly affectionate and amorous like Growlies. They are an intelligent breed, even Ferals showing an ability to learn quickly, although their intelligence is more focused towards practical matters rather than the scientific, meaning that Pokégirls such as the Supe-Bra-Genius and the Alaka-Wham still rank far higher in all-around intelligence. They also have very strong senses of smell, which makes them extraordinarily vulnerable to scent-based attacks, but also allows them to appreciate delicious food when presented with it. As an odd quirk, several Hounds have been observed to have an extreme fondness for pizza topped with extra hot peppers.
During the Revenge War, they frequently were used as hunters for food and supplies that the various Pokégirl armies needed, or as bodyguards for the leaders of various attack squads. However they were also among the first breeds turned to the side of the humans once they realized how to get Pokégirls on their side. They have since become one of the more popular and well-liked Domestic breeds, alongside Kittens, Bunnygirls, Growlies and the like, especially after one particular incident became public knowledge.
A squadron Limbec Pirates invaded a house of a prominent family, killed the men and taking the Pokégirls they had prisoner. One of them, a Hound, was able to withstand the emotional shock of watching her Tamer brutally murdered in front of her and resisted the chemical, psychic, and physical torture the Limbecs inflicted on her in an attempt to get her to join them and turn against her family. The Hound stayed loyal to her Master's memory and even spat in her torturer's face. The Hound was killed, and the Limbec Pirates involved in the crime were arrested, the recorded evidence of the Hound's torture being made public. While horrific, it has been used (in a heavily edited version) frequently in educational settings as an example of the loyalty some breeds of Pokégirl can show, however some feel that this endurance and refusal to be turned under any circumstances makes them loyal to a fault. Since then, even criminal groups such as Team Rocket and all its variants know better than to try and turn a Hound against its masters or even steal them.
Hounds are among the more common forms for a girl to Threshold into.
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MYNX, the Nimble Pokégirl
Type: Animorph (mink)
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: human style foods
Role: entertainer and public service
Libido: Average to High
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Tackle, Leap, Dodge, Dance
Enhancements: Enhanced Speed (x3), Enhanced Agility (x6), Enhanced Hearing (x3), Enhanced Olfactory Sense (x4)
Disadvantages: Mynx all suffer from a problem with their lung capacity, resulting in tiring quickly from sustained exertion and vulnerability to certain attacks.
Evolves: Lupina (Moon Stone), Draco (Dragon Scale), Lynx (orgasm; mechanism unknown), Ursine (Dark Stone), Furrite (orgasm), Phaenine (Angel Stone), Slutton (battle stress), Bawdger (Diamond Stone), Slottern (Water Stone), Pyrona (Dragon E-medal)
Evolves From: None
Another of the normal-types that were originally created for Sukebe's War, which are known to evolve in many directions: so many, in fact, that some researchers are insistent that there are even more evolutions just waiting to be discovered. As it is now, these furred-all-over Pokégirls are affectionate, useful in and out of battle, and if it wasn't for their genetic quirk with their lung problems they would be extremely popular among pet owners and tamers. As it is, they are only popular among pet owners- many say that their fur is the softest and greatest feeling fur of any Pokégirl (and some Pokégirls, such as Kitsune and Kittens, are known to resent this view). Fortunately, Mynx aren't overbearing about this boasting, as only their owners say such things. They have long tails that are about half again as long as the Pokégirl is tall, and is completely covered with that soft fur
Tamers, however, only deal with Mynx because of their many various evolutions, as the Mynx herself is not useful in prolonged battles. Many battles that are down to a Mynx against any other Pokégirl are forfeited because the Mynx wouldn't last long enough against their opponent. Because of their lung problems, Mynx Pokégirls just are of no use in Sex Battles either. Despite their high libidos, they have a low pleasure threshold at the same time, which researchers attribute to this breed's lung problem.
During the war, the Mynx were kept as a reserve guard that would annoy the human forces as the main Pokégirl forces either suckered the humans into a trap or were in retreat. They were only used during the beginning of the war, however, as Sukebe proceeded to evolve his Mynx forces into their more powerful evolutionary forms. These Pokégirls don't like to be with Eva-breed Pokégirls, however, due to the comparisons that are drawn between them. The Eva-breed are more numerous these days, however, due to the years following the Revenge War: the Mynx were one of the easier to find Pokégirls in that day and age, and many were slaughtered. In the years between then and modern-times, however, the Mynx has staged a remarkable comeback in numbers.
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HEROWU, the Heroic Weapon-Using Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Rare
Diet: human style foods, especially rice
Role: warriors, bodyguards, weapons masters
Libido: Average (High with a Tamer they like)
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Normal, Rock, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic
Attacks: Chi Blast, Parry, Punch, Kick, Deflect, Bonk, Sword Dance, Swordwave, Flame Sword Mark II, Electric Blade Mark II, Ice Blade Mark II
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x7), Enhanced Reflexes (x7), Enhanced Speed (x7), Enhanced Agility (x7) Endurance, Weapon Proficiency, Summon Weapon
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Amazonwu (normal, choose a signature weapon)
When an Amazonwu is Tamed enough and wins enough fights, she is able to make the jump to becoming a Herowu. Other than gaining enough experience and tamings, the Amazonwu must choose a weapon to specialize in. A Herowu likes to consider herself the epitome of her chosen weapon, and all Herowu claim that the weapon she has chosen is actually an extension of her own body. She is literally never without it, keeping it with her when she eats, sleeps, bathes, is being tamed, or whatnot. Her dedication to her weapon is so great that it becomes more than a focus of battle for her. Experienced Tamers know that using a Herowu’s weapon to help Tame her turns the Herowu on greatly, whether it is a sword, a mace, a polearm, or anything else she may have chosen. This fetish never becomes a painful one though. No Herowu enjoys being cut or beaten with their weapon, much to the disappointment of Pokégirls that enjoy domination. Herowu may use other weapons in combat as well, but only projectile weapons if she has chosen a melee weapon as her signature weapon.
In combat, a Herowu always uses her weapon to attack and defend. Even if her weapon isn’t a sword, she is still able to use all of the listed attacks with it, despite many of them having the word “sword” or “blade” in them. They usually use the most appropriate technique with their weapon when fighting an opponent that is weak versus that element. Should they ever be disarmed, the Herowu will utilize an innate ability to summon her signature weapon back to her hands. A smart Tamer withdraws his or her Herowu from battle if the Herowu's weapon is somehow broken or destroyed.
Herowu are not full of themselves, despite their superb skills with their chosen weapons. They don’t rise to challenges and baiting as easy as some other Fighting-types, although they still do rise to them if persistently sent at them. Should they lose their weapon, they seek to recover it if possible, but they aren’t obsessive over this. To them, having a new one bought/made for them serves just as well, as long as it’s the exact same type of weapon. However, if the weapon is one that they've had ever since they were a Tyamazon, the Herowu will likely wish to keep the remains of the weapon as a memento. A tamer that actually uses the pieces of the broken weapon in forging a new one will have a completely loyal Pokégirl in his or her Herowu for a long time to come, and woe to those who would try to take her away.
Like their pre-evolved forms, coffee slows a Herowu down, making her tired and sluggish, until she collapses. Most Herowus prefer a sip of coffee after Taming to help insure a good night’s sleep. Feral Herowus are an odd sight. They still instinctively understand that they need their weapon, but they don’t have the skills to use it that well, being unable to use anything besides Bonk and Parry with it. They tend to be very embarrassed about how inept they become when Feral, and try very hard not to regress to that state. An excellent method of capturing a Feral Herowu is to take her weapon, since she will ignore almost everything else to focus on getting it back, practically letting herself be attacked. Threshold girls virtually never evolve into a Herowu directly. Only one case has been confirmed in the last twenty years, with the victim, seemingly arbitrarily, choosing a weapon that from then on became her signature weapon.
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VIXXEN, the Fornicating Fox Pokégirl
Type: Animorph (vulpine)
Element: Fire
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: omnivore
Role: Taming assistant, foundry workers, melting snow off pavement
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Bug, Fire, Ice, Plant, Steel
Weak Vs: Ground, Rock, Water
Attacks: Flamethrower, Tackle, Wrestle, Ignite, Burning Hands, Warm Embrace, Flame Sniper
Enhancements: Enhanced Hearing (x4), Enhanced Olfactory Sense (x4), Fire Resistance, Quickness
Evolves: Foxx (Fire Stone), Nogitsune (Dusk Stone+Dark Stone), Tank Vixxen (Heavy Metal+Battle Stress)
Evolves From: Kitsune (Fire Stone)
Horny as a Vixxen goes the saying, and that *is* the most noticeable character feature of a Vixxen. Vixxens are ready: anytime, anywhere, any conditions. They rarely understand why their Tamers are reluctant to engage in sex in some situations, and tend to be very earthy and aggressive. Evolved from a Kitsune by use of the Fire Stone, a Vixxen is the most common of the Kitsune evolutions, and is possibly the most popular Fire-type Pokégirl in any league today. They are no good as pets, however, as their libido tends to wear out pet owners and their fiery nature just means that keeping the Pokégirl in line can be difficult for any tamer, let alone someone who owns pets. The fact that they lack control over their libido, and in some cases, their flames, means that no Pet Owner is going to give a Vixxen the chance to burn their home down. Tamers that settle down eventually wind up trading or selling off their Vixxen to passing tamers or to a Ranch, claiming old age and a lack of income that keeps them from keeping the Pokégirl.
This Pokégirl absolutely enjoys battling, both normal matches and sex matches. She tends to prefer the sex battles, however, as her high libido and pleasure threshold make her a contender in matches against any Pokégirl other than a Menage-a-trois or a Nymph (and some Vixxen have been known to defeat a Nymph). In standard battles, Vixxen prefer to attack from range to wear down her opponent, and then use Ignite before using her Wrestle technique once close enough. Any Pokégirl weak against her fire attacks tend to lose heart once they see their opponent on fire, let alone having to wrestle with her. Vixxen hate dealing with water types, however, as their cool nature obviously conflicts with her fiery one. Tamer's love keeping a Vixxen around for several reasons- high libido, soft fur, affectionate, and the fact that they're capable of working with ice-types rather well. A Vixxen, along with an Ice-type Pokégirl, is a rather common tactic in the Ruby League among many tamers there.
However, there is some resentment towards the Vixxen as a result. Growlies and the Charamanda breeds are not fond of Vixxens, although they have nothing against the rest of the Kitsune-evolutionary forms, that stem from the fact that the Vixxen us so popular. It isn't a complete hatred, but it is simple an annoyance to them. The Vixxen, on the other hand, can't help but to flaunt herself to her tamer and when around other fire-type Pokégirls... or around the Psivyx, another evolution of the Kitsune breed. Because the Psivyx isn't as 'hot' as the rest of the Kitsune breeds are, the Vixxen can't help but to look down upon her. Tamers are urged not to have both a Psivyx and a Vixxen in his or her harem at the same time, or else this in-fighting can cause the destruction of a harem at key times. Vixxen are bad choices for Alphas, as their libido will cause them to forget about her responsibilities and assume that she now has all the time in the world to be with her tamer, at the expense of her harem sisters.
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CHARRED (insert name here), the Ashen (insert title here) Pokégirl
Type: As Base Type
Element: As Base Type plus Dark
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: as base type
Role: as base type, fascinated with fire
Libido: as base type
Strong Vs: as base type plus Dark, Ghost, Psychic
Weak Vs: as base type plus Bug, Fighting
Attacks: as base type plus Flame Sword Mark II, Ignite, Blur, Strength Drain, Shadow Strike
Enhancements: as base type plus Shadowless, Infravision
Evolves: As Base Type
Evolves From: Base type
A Charred Pokégirl is a Fire-type who has experienced the true power of fire. The Pokégirl has been in a fire that is so powerful that even she was scorched, and her shadow was burned into an impression on a nearby surface. Only a base type Pokégirl who is a Fire-type Pokégirl can become Charred, because only they can withstand the intense heat and flames that would kill most other beings.
Charred Pokégirls look just like they did before they were caught in an inferno, with one difference: they are now a scorched black. Whether their natural body state is fur, skin, chitin, etc, it is now black from the flames that made them into a Charred Pokégirl. No amount of scrubbing or washing can restore the Pokégirl’s natural color.
A Charred Pokégirl acts mostly the same as she did before. However, she has a newfound respect for fire in all its forms. She tends to stare at open flames raptly, remembering their power from when they burned her. Fire, in all its forms, becomes a very serious thing for her, not to be taken lightly. Some have compared a Charred Pokégirl’s feelings for fire to the way other people feel about religion. This may or may not have something to do with the fact that a Charred Pokégirl no longer has a shadow. The fires that made her a Charred Pokégirl were so hot that her shadow was burned onto a surface. For some reason, after this, she never again casts a shadow, which Researchers claim gives her partial access to Dark-based powers, albeit through heat. Needless to say, the effect is very disconcerting for most people. A Charred Pokégirl is now so accustomed to heat that she can sense it in other beings and things. She has the ability to shift her vision to the infra-red spectrum at will, an ability called infravision, though doing this makes her eyes glow red.
Because they were a Fire-type to start with, being scorched so badly and surviving has unlocked new powers for the Charred Pokégirl. She is able to set herself on fire again at a go, gaining the Ignite power. So hot are her natural flames that she can even wreathe any weapon she wields in flames, giving her the Flame Sword Mark II attack. She also gains a few other powers of a more esoteric nature. She can use her natural heat to create a modified heat shimmer around her, making her appearance waver and blurry, resulting in a modified form of the Blur technique. Similarly, she can lay her hand on an opponent, and take body heat from them, making them colder, and thus weaker, while using the stolen heat to increase her strength, in her own version of the Strength Drain attack. Her most fearsome power somehow relates to her having her shadow burned off, allowing her to strike at the shadow of a foe, and damage the foe as though she had struck them directly.
A Charred Pokégirl remains Charred even if she evolves. The only way for her to lose her Charred status (regaining her shadow in the process) is for her to evolve to a form that does not have the Fire element. Should this happen, the Pokégirl loses her Charred state, even if she again evolves into a Fire-type Pokégirl.
Feral Charred Pokégirls become very aggressive, and run around setting things aflame, making them very dangerous. Threshold girls don’t become Charred Pokégirls normally, unless they’re in the requisite inferno as they change into a Fire-type Pokégirl..
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