Xamusel: Alright, I know that this might come across as silly or whatever, but I honestly wanted to write this fic with someone who knew what to do in situations like this. In fact, this fic is meant to show "what if two authors from our world wound up in the Pokegirls universe" in a reasonable manner, among other things.
Nominally, we own nothing about this fic, unless we end up using some breeds of Pokegirls which aren't on the codex. Those we own the idea behind.
Oh, right, in case anyone cares, I'm also working on a contest entry for the Type-MOON community forum called Beast's Lair. I won't go into specifics just yet, especially since the idea is meant to be closely guarded, but I promise to post it as soon as humanly possible.
With that said… the Wheel of Fate is Turning. Rebel 1, ACTION!
Pokegirls: Crossing Over
by Xamusel and 117Jorn
Prologue: The Authors Crossover
In a house in the woods of the Puget Sound Region of the United States…
"Okay, this is just getting ridiculous," a young man of 24 said, staring at his computer screen. "I know I have a book to write, but this stupid head of mine is preventing me from doing anything involving getting more than just getting a brief snippet or two in on the novel…" Moving his mouse cursor to a different part of the computer, he sighed. "I might as well get a break in. Goodness knows I'll need it."
Taking that opportunity to click on a different page, he moved his cursor to the side, so that he could see what he was going to read. When he got to reading, however, he rose an eyebrow. "Wait, wait, hold up…" he said. "Who in their right mind would create a webpage for something called 'the Great Transforming Migration'? I think I just found a scam…" Looking at his antivirus with his hazel eyes, he rose another eyebrow. "Wait, that's not right… no notices?"
Samuel Kauffman was nominally skeptical of what he was seeing. He put a hand in his shaggy brown hair, before adjusting his glasses with his other hand. "Why do I have the distinctly bad feeling that something drastically bad will happen in this particular page if I don't close out of the browser or tab?" he asked himself out loud. "If anything…" he looked at the 'X' mark on his browser's tabs and window. "Uh-oh…" Indeed, he found that he couldn't close out of his stuff that easily this time, which proved to be a huge problem.
With a sigh, Samuel looked at the web page again. "Okay, this is just stupid," he said. "What's the big idea, here? 'Congratulations, you have been selected to go through the Great Transforming Migration. In order to complete the process, you need to select a kind of world where smut has a prominence in the daily life of anyone and everyone from a certain age onward…' Is this a joke?! Next you'll probably tell me that I'm ready to join the Pokegirls universe…"
At that point, a green spinning circle of energy phased into existence in front of him, starting to pull him in. "What the… what's wrong with this picture?!" he demanded, before he was pulled into the circle, which phased out of existence shortly after.
United States - South-East Coast
"I still wonder who was perverted enough to create Pokegirls..." A young man with short brown hair and eyes said, as he typed away on a computer screen. "I mean… whoever thought of turning Pokemon into women is just… geez, if I didn't find the concept so fascinating I'd be ranting about it for years..."
Jordan Tackett just sat in his room, scrolling down the page while he worked on another fanfiction collaboration with his friends, and today's topic was none-other than the lemon-filled world of Pokegirls, the infamous Hentai-ized version of Pokemon, where all of the animals were replaced by beautiful (and deadly) women, who needed to have sex in order to retain their own sanity.
Feminists would be rolling in their graves if they learned about this.
They probably already have, but there's jack shit they could do about it.
He flipped off the page for a moment, checking the facebook browser. However one ad caught his attention, titled under...
"The Great Transforming Migration?" He read out loud, trying to understand what he was seeing. Normally he would never touch a Facebook ad - it being more likely to be a scam or virus than anything. However, curiosity got the better of him, as he clicked on the article. However as it loaded, he looked at where the X to his browser would be, and saw that it was faded out. "Oh son of a - I knew it, virus." He muttered, as he tapped Control - alt- delete. However, nothing happened. "Oh, do I need to reset this thing again?!"
He was about to press the off switch to his laptop to reset it, however suddenly a set of text appeared on the screen, which read "Congratulations, you have been selected to go through the Great Transforming Migration. In order to complete the process, you need to select a kind of world where smut has a prominence in the daily life of anyone and everyone from a certain age onward..."
Jordan blinked, before he rolled his eyes "Oh Har har, okay where are the cameras?" He asked, looking around. "As if I'd be given a chance to go to the Pokegirl world, it's just-" However, suddenly green spinning circles appeared on the screen… before they reached out of the screen, and touched him. "What… the..." He said, before he began feeling a pull towards the screen. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, What the FU-" His face touched the screen, before he saw a bright light… and phased out of existence.
It was a bright and sunny morning in a small farming community some fifteen miles north of old Tokyo. The crops were growing nicely for the time of year, and all the farmers were getting help with all the foodstuffs growth from their 'girls, which spoke volumes about what sort of world the area was in. Even so, the farming community was doing decidedly nicely, especially for providing for the local government and all the markets around the area.
Normally, nothing out of place would happen in a community like this, such as a Team attack or anything similar. The worst the farmers had to deal with—
*CRASH!*
"VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITAAAA! You're in trouble NOW!"
—was a certain troublemaker in the area who loved to cast spells to alleviate her boredom.
Said troublemaker, a young woman with red hair in twintails, blue eyes the color of the sea, a red hat with the image of a pre-Sukebe animal on it and a red goth loli dress that effectively hid her curves very well, quickly yelled from her spot in town, at the town well in the middle of the settlement, "It wasn't me this time!"
Arisato Vita was understandably confused when she heard that particular crashing noise. It didn't sound like one of her pranks… that sounded more like someone had fallen from the sky and crashlanded in a field for farming. Of course, she would like to clear her name as soon as possible about this one, so she hurried over to the crash site and looked at what happened. What she, as well as everyone else, saw was enough to make her concerned for the victim's safety.
As soon as she saw the victim, her heart gave a loud 'th-thump'-ing noise, primarily something that set off warning bells in her head. Nothing she could do would prevent her from being Tamed eventually, but dammit all to hell, she wanted to wait until she had found the right guy for her! However, she knew that her reputation in town was in danger anyway, so she could easily volunteer to watch over the victim. Fortunately for her, the victim was a guy, or it looked like it for that matter.
"Arisato-san," an elderly man said from behind her, getting her to look at him. "What do you know of this incident?"
Vita looked at the elder with an undisguised look of annoyance. "I already said that I wasn't at fault for this one," she said, doing her best to maintain a courteous attitude. "However, I will be taking full responsibility for the person here, alright? If only for the benefit of the person who just showed up without warning…"
The elder merely sighed, before saying, "So long as you learn to take care of the victim without causing trouble in the process… alright?"
Vita merely nodded her assent on the matter, before moving to pick up the victim—
"What th- does this guy weigh a ton or something?!" Vita exclaimed when she tried to lift the victim up with her body. "I could use some help here, Diana!"
Diana, an Amachamp, came walking up to Vita and picked up the victim with one of her hands. "That work for you, Vita?" she asked, concern twinging her voice.
Vita sighed with audible relief. "Thank you, Diana," she said. "Now, how about we take him to the Pokegirl Center to make sure he gets looked over?"
"Sure thing," Diana nodded. The two of them then walked with the victim over to the Pokegirl Center.
Eventually, the two of them made it over to the Pokegirl Center, which was on the other side of town. By that point, the two of them had come to wonder who the victim was, and why they weighed so much in comparison to a normal person. When they made it to the door, a NurseJoy opened it for them, even as she asked, "What happened this time, Vita-san?"
"Honestly, it wasn't my fault this time," Vita said. "He just fell into the field and I volunteered to take full responsibility for him. Please make sure he gets full medical coverage as well, alright?"
The NurseJoy looked at the prone form being held by Diana, before asking, "Is it necessary for him to be carried by you like that, Diana-san? I mean, he can't be that heavy, can he? He looks as thin as a twig!"
Diana sighed, before she said, "I'm making sure he gets here, because he's too heavy for Vita to carry, and even I feel some form of strain on my muscles when carrying him."
The NurseJoy blinked in surprise when she heard that. "Wait, seriously?!" she gasped out. "Well, um… make sure to carry him over to the room marked by the third door on the right down the left corridor."
Diana and Vita nodded, before they walked over to the room in question. When Vita opened the door, they understood why they needed this room. It was a room that looked completely metallic, even the examination table, and thusly reinforced with a heavy amount of foundation… at least, that's what it looked like, anyway.
Vita and Diana walked on in, making sure that the young man in Diana's hand was safely placed on the table, before they waited for the NurseJoy to show up with a doctor to direct what's going on. It was while the two of them waited the doctor and NurseJoy, which was taking way longer than usual in that it was nearing 2100 at night, that they heard a slight groaning from the bed… no, not the bed, from on top of the bed!
Diana looked at Vita for a couple seconds, taking note that the other girl was blushing heavily for some reason. It was then that she decided on a course of action. "You need to get laid, and you need to get laid by that young man now, Vita," she said to the young spellcaster. Before Vita could even reply to that, Diana walked over to the door, saying, "I'm gonna call for the doc to show up before too long, so you'd better do something about this need for Taming before he gets here."
"Dia—" Vita started, before the door closed behind the Amachamp, leaving her alone with a guy she hardly knew. When she looked at the young man in front of her, she swallowed hard, before she walked over to the bed to wake him up better.
'Ugh… remind me to punch whoever's responsible for this in the face,' the young man, who turned out to be Samuel, groused internally. 'Preferably in the kisser, too.'
When he opened his eyes, he noticed something incredibly off, and it was not the fact that he could see without glasses for some reason. 'The hell? Why am I in a laboratory?'
"Oh, good, you're awake," a female said from his right. Turning to face her, he saw that she looked like an aged-up Vita from Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha A's, only whatever curves she had were hidden very effectively for the time being… and she was blushing heavily for some reason. "Sorry to spring this up on you all of a sudden, mister, but I need—"
"Samuel."
"—someone to- eh?"
"My name is Samuel," he said, "Samuel Kenneth Kauffman. What's your name?"
The Vita lookalike blushed even harder, or so he thought, before she answered, "My name is Vita… which order is your name in?"
Samuel blinked, before answering, "Um, given name first, followed by my middle and family names. Why?"
"It makes this easier for me," Vita, as it turned out, answered. "My full name is Vita Arisato, in the order you used. Now… I need to ask you something, Samyueru-san… okay, make that two somethings. First off, do you have an easier name for me to call you by?"
Samuel opened his mouth to say 'no', but paused before he could say anything. Finally, he settled with saying something… "Call me Zamu, actually," he said. "Uraki Zamu, in the order I'm sure you are familiar with, Vita-san."
Vita, to Samuel, looked a fair bit more relieved now. It still did nothing about her blushing, however. "I see… thank you, Zamu-san. Now, for question number two, do you know where you are?"
"Other than a laboratory of some sort?" Samuel asked back. "No idea."
"Actually…" Vita started, some of her blush going away. "This is a Pokegirl Center, or, more specifically, a room for those who weigh more than they absolutely should who need the Pokegirl Center."
Samuel blinked in utter confusion. "Did you just say… a Pokegirl Center?" he asked.
"Um, yes, I did," Vita answered. "Why? Are you unaware of what a Pokegirl—"
"Oh, fer cryin' out loud!" Samuel interrupted with a rather loud yell. "I can't believe I was sent to the Pokegirls universe!"
This caught Vita off guard. "I'm sorry, hold on a second… I seem to be lost here, because there's no other universe out there… right?" she asked.
Samuel took that moment to place his face in his right hand. "I can't believe that there's no discussion on the Multiverse Theory in this dimension…" he said. "What's wrong with this picture?!"
Vita looked at Samuel in a fair bit of surprise, before she walked over to him and started moving his hand away from his face. "Listen, Zamu-san," she said, once she had clear access to his face. "I know that this is ridiculous by your standards, but it seems to be reality… and I need you to help me with something important, if you don't mind doing so."
"What something important?" Samuel asked.
Vita answered, "I don't know if you know what a Tamer is, or what one is supposed to do as a Tamer, bu—"
"Oh, HELL no!" Samuel exclaimed, doing what he could to back up from Vita as his eyes bugged out… even though he forgot he was on a medical table. With a crash, he fell onto the floor, feeling his body get out of whack. "Ow… right, I was on a bed."
Vita blinked in confusion. "What's wrong with what I said?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, but I am possibly the worst candidate for this sort of position," Samuel answered. "I'm not a Tamer by any stretch of the word, nor do I want to be a Tamer, if only because I'm too devout a religious guy to even consider pre-marital sex with anyone!"
Vita looked at Samuel and started pouting. "No fair… just when I get a great guy to call my Master and Lover, he turns out to be the opposite of what's normal in this world," she said.
Samuel hung his head for a short bit. "Look, Vita-san," he said, looking back in her eyes. "I live by a very strict moral code, one that would prevent me from living the sort of life you would want me to… I don't even think that you'd allow for me to be near you at this rate. However, that's not to say that I don't want to get to know you better beforehand, especially since, well, you're very attractive… at least, based on what I can guess, anyway."
Vita looked Samuel in the eyes, before she sighed. "Alright, I understand," she said, clearly not liking the situation one bit. "I actually need this before I go crazy with a need for sex, or before I go feral, whichever ends up happening first… you know what I mean?" At this point, Vita was expecting one of a few different answers, but what she actually got…
"Vita, get DOWN!" Samuel yelled, charging off his spot on the ground and tackling her to the ground. Moments later, a massive explosion hit the room from the area around the window, causing part of the Pokegirl Center to collapse on itself.
…was not the answer she was looking for.
A couple hours earlier…
"-CK!" Jordan shouted as he was sent flying headlong into a tree. "...MOTHERFUCK THAT HURT!"
He slid down to the bottom of the tree, lying there for a moment before he screamed out in anger before he stood back up. "WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!"
He could hear birds fly away, startled by his sudden outburst before Jordan groaned, sitting back down, taking in his surroundings. He most certainly wasn't home, for he was in the middle of a temperate forest by the looks of it, surrounded by trees, trees and more trees. "Well… terrific." He muttered, "My brother dropped me in the middle of a forest… Matt! If this is for what I said about your wife, SHE CHEATED ON YOU!" He shouted up once more, before he bashed his head against the tree again. "Son of a bitch..."
Jordan shook his head before once again standing to his feet as he looked around. "Okay… there has to be a town somewhere..." he said, "I can't be too far from home, I doubt Matt is that much of an asshole… and I sure as hell know what I saw was me imagining things… freaking computer lights and..." He paused for a moment before he groaned. "I really need to learn to stop talking to myself…"
He looked around once more, before he picked a random direction and started walking. As he walked, he noticed there was a bit of a lack of any… regular animals, usually he would've encountered a squirrel or something, hell even a regular bird, but he saw nothing.
'Well, it IS kinda dark,' he thought to himself, 'Though wouldn't I at least hear an owl or-'
He heard a loud feminine scream which caused him to jump and spin around. The scream sounding as if it were very close 'Oh fuck me...' he thought, 'This is the beginning to a horror film if I've ever seen one… the logical thing to do would be to run...' There was another scream, though not as loud. '…but my conscious is telling me to help… goddamnit conscious!' He groaned before he began running towards the area where the screaming was. He grabbed a fairly large stick on the ground, and hoped whoever was attacking this girl didn't have a goddamned chainsaw or gun.
He continued to run, until he arrived at the origin point of the screams… and he had to do a double-take at what he was seeing. In a short clearing, he saw a woman who had neck-length brown hair, matching brown eyes, and was covered in soft, faint brown fur, and had a long furry tail… but he also noticed she was completely nude, and had perfect view of her sizable C-cup breasts.
However, what made his blood begin to boil was the sight of a man approaching the woman, with a knife in hand. It was then that he noticed that the woman was bleeding in her leg. "You're gonna be my payday, bitch..." the man said, "That fur of yours is gonna give me a pretty penny..."
Jordan's eye twitched 'Oh you are fucking DEAD.' He thought as he began to sneak up behind the man, with his stick raised to club the man up behind the head. The girl briefly looked up at him, but he gestured her to be quiet. Thankfully she realized what he was doing, and focused her attention on the knife-wielding man.
"Don't worry, one little cut along your throat and-"
*BONK*
The man fell down to the ground, before Jordan began beating the stick repetitively against his head three more times, until the man stopped moving. "Fuck off, asshole..." He growled, before he put the stick down. He checked the man's pulse, and he was still alive, but he wouldn't be getting up for a while. He picked up his knife, pocketing it before he turned his attention back to the girl, but immediately blushed as he once again realized she was… well, naked. "Umm...uhh...y-you alright? T-That cut d-doesn't look… ahhh..."
The animal-like girl seemed to be blushing a bit as well, before she nodded as she began to stand up. Jordan's face reddened further as she seemed to pay almost no mind to him staring, as he tried his best to focus on her eyes, and not… well, everything else below. However when she took a step forward with her wounded leg, she hissed as she almost fell to the ground, but Jordan caught her.
"It might be worse than you think..." He said, as he forced himself to forget the woman was both beautiful and naked at the moment, and focusing on the more important issue. "Okay, ahhh..." He looked at his jacket, before he pulled it off, and using the knife he ripped the sleeves up enough to create makeshift bandage. "I never thought the stuff I picked up from boy scouts would pay off like this..." he muttered, as he wrapped them around the girl's injury, tying it up. "Okay… so, do you have any idea where a nearby town is by any chance?"
The girl looked up at Jordan - he was never good at reading people's expressions, but if he had to guess, it was something mixed to fear, or relief? He wasn't sure. However she did raise up her hand, and pointed in a general direction.
"Oh… okay then," Jordan said nodding, before glancing at the man. "Okay… hold on for just a sec..." He helped the woman back to the ground before he searched the pockets of the downed man, looking for anything useful. He found a wallet with some money he didn't recognize as well as his ID - which he will give to the closest authorities - however he found two things in his pockets which caused Jordan to freeze, as he held them in his hands.
A Pokedex, and six empty Pokeballs.
'...Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck me...' He thought, glancing at the woman once more, before blushing madly as he turned his focus back on the man's possessions. 'It wasn't a dream, this is fucking real… I'm in the damn pokegirl world, aren't I?'
He groaned, as he did all he could to not scream out in frustration. 'FUCK. MY. LIFE!' He thought, 'HOW CAN THIS SHIT BE POSSIBLE?! GODDAMNIT!' He gave himself a moment to calm down, taking a deep breath. 'Okay… first thing first… make sure the girl'll be alright… then figure out what the hell I'll do next after that…'
He picked up one of the balls, looking at the girl before he sighed. "Okay… we have two ways we can do this." He said, "One, I can carry you which will take time… but if you want I can put you in a Pokeball so I can get you to the nearby center ASAP… if we do that, you have my word that once the Nurse Joy heals you, I will let you go, okay? So… what you wanna do?"
The Pokegirl looked up and down Jordan for a moment, seeming to think about it before she shakily pointed towards the pokeball, nodding.
"Okay… here goes..." Jordan said as he pressed the button which expanded the ball to its full size, "Uhh, first time I ever used one of these…" He then lightly tossed the ball towards the Pokegirl. Just like in the TV show in which the series was spawned from, a bright red light appeared from within the pokeball before it enveloped the form of the girl, before she vanished as the light returned inside the ball. It shook for a few seconds as the light blinked before it stopped.
He picked up the ball, sparing one more glance at the man from before. He kicked the man once more in the head before he proceeded to run towards the direction the Pokegirl pointed towards.
'Okay… play cool, don't look at the women - holy shit she's not wearing - NO! DON'T LOOK!'
It was a struggle for Jordan as he finally arrived at the nearby town. Overall it was very normal, looked like any average small town back in America… if it wasn't for all of the women who had animal ears, or wearing samurai-like armor, leather uniforms which clung to every last curve of their bodies, and many many more who wore close to nothing… if not anything at all. Most of the people around him just casually ignored this… though Jordan was fighting off his rapidly reddening face, as well as thinking non-perverted thoughts to avoid having a tent prop up in his pants.
'Okay, okay so… Pokegirl world...' He thought, taking his mind off of the insanely attractive women around him as he thought about his predicament. 'Somehow I ended up here… from my computer… and already this sounds like the beginning of a fanfic I'd write…' He shook his head. 'Focus, FOCUS! Alright… so… how do I get home? I mean… could the legendaries help me? I mean… I think there was one that could bend space-time, so… maybe? Fucking multiverse theory! This is the one time I'd like Steven Hawking to be wrong for once!'
He looked up, before he spotted the familiar sight of a Pokemon center from the anime and games - though he knew this was in fact a Pokegirl center. He sighed "Okay, good… let's get this out of the way..." He muttered as he approached the front door. He entered the center, the front office being largely empty aside from one or two other people there, though standing behind the front desk was a near perfect copy of pretty much every Nurse Joy he had ever seen in Pokemon.
…and goddamnit she was hotter in real life…
'NOT NOW!' He thought, focusing mainly on the Pokegirl in the Pokeball as he approached the front desk. As he approached he gained the attention of the Nurse who smiled.
"Hello! How can I help you?" She asked.
"Yeah, uhh… I have a Pokegirl here who needs some help." He said, trying to sound a bit casual. "She's… not mine, some jackass in the forest was trying to kill her… I knocked him out, and took his Dex and all… you know where I can find the authorities so they can get this prick before he wakes up?"
The Nurse Joy blinked at the story "Oh! I see," She said, accepting the Pokeball. "I'll have her be taken care of right away, and I'll alert the Officer Jenny's. Are you a tamer yourself though?"
"Ahh… No, actually." He said, "I'm… just a regular guy at the wrong place at the right time." Which was technically true. He doubted the Nurse Joy would believe his 'I'm from an alternate universe, and your universe is the product of multiple fanfiction writers making a perverted version of a Japanese anime and video game.'
He did not want to get taken away to an insane asylum after all.
"Ah, I see." The Nurse said, "Well, just take a seat and I'll let you know when we've taken care of the Pokegirl... do you know what species she is?"
"Uhhh… I don't know." Jordan said, "I was more worried about her safety than figuring out what kind of girl she was."
"Not a problem." The Nurse said nodding, "I'll have her sent to the back, and will alert you if anything else happens." With that said, the Nurse Joy left the counter and headed to the back with the Pokeball. Jordan sighed before he took a seat in the center, and began waiting.
It was after about a minute had passed when a tall and somehow heavy-sounding Pokegirl started walking into the lobby, one with four arms and two pairs of breasts between said arms, looking around for a bit. "Hello? Mimi? You still around?" she asked. "Our mysterious patient has woken up finally!"
The Nurse Joy had just returned to the counter before looking at the tall Pokegirl. "Ah, Diana!" She said, "Not sure, Vita is still in there with him though. Could be taming as far as I know. That girl needs it after all."
Diana looked at the Nurse Joy, who had been identified as Mimi, before she asked, "Tell me, do you think the guy that was heavy enough to cause me some strain in my arm muscles would allow himself to hurt her by accident if they went through the taming? It's always a possibility…"
Jordan blinked at the mention of this man. The woman - Diana - looked like she could go toe-to-toe with Arnold Schwarzenegger during his prime and win easily, and she said she had trouble lifting some guy without straining herself? "Not to sound like an eavesdropping asshole," He spoke up, "But I would assume that someone like that would show some restraint when… uhh, taming." He blushed slightly, knowing he'd have to get use to calling sex 'taming' now. "Unless of course he turns out to be a total asshole, in which case kick his ass."
Diana looked Jordan over a bit, before settling for looking him in the eye. "I'm sure that it would seem to be that way to you, who doesn't know what he looks like," she said, "but he was shaped much like a twig with a lot of heaviness in his whole body that was really out of place. Plus, and I forgot to mention this sooner, he had some small tell-tale signs of scarring on his skin from surgical instruments."
"So what? This twiggy guy who weighs more than a hippo just got out of surgery?" Jordan asked shrugging, "Like I said, if he's a nice guy it should be fine. If not, kick his ass and teach him a lesson he won't forget. Treat others the way they treat you."
"Wait, wasn't it 'Treat others the way you want to be treated'?" Mimi asked.
"No, that's the golden rule - I call this the Bronze rule." Jordan said, "If someone treats you like you're worthless or punches you, you don't just forgive them right off the bat - you need to give them a taste of their own medicine, punch them just as hard as they punch you."
Diana looked at Jordan with a slight appreciation in her eyes. "Hmm… that sounds rather inventive," she said. "Then again… isn't a hippo from pre-Sukebe days? How would you know what one weighs like?"
"Books." Jordan said, coming up with the first and most reasonable answer he could think of. "What, am I seriously the only person nowadays who reads books from back then about those old Pre-Sukebe animals? Many of which a lot of Pokegirls were based off of?"
The other two were stumped at his answer, but before any further conversation could be had on this topic, a loud explosion could be heard from down the left hallway.
"Da fuck was that?!" Jordan shouted, shooting up to his feet.
Everyone else in the lobby shot up to their feet as well, all of them looking around for clues as to what was going on for a couple minutes, before the anti-fire system went off and sprinkled everyone with water.
"Okay, talk about bad timing…" Diana groused a few seconds later, before water supply stopped. "How badly off is the Center?"
"It shouldn't be this badly off…" Mimi answered, before she gasped in shock. "Wait, wasn't Vita with the mystery guy down that corridor?" she asked, concern filling her tone.
"That's right!" Diana answered, looking in the direction of the corridor. "We need to get there and help out as much as we can with stopping this!"
"Uhh, stop what exactly?" Jordan asked, "You just heard an explosion, and people could've gotten hurt - let's not jump to the conclusion that someone's attacking and help people that might've gotten hurt!"
"YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" a chorus of cries sounded out from near the doorway, before a battering ram busted the door down, revealing men wearing black bodysuits with skeleton-like marks on the front… all armed with one weapon or another. As one, the ones holding the battering ram rushed forward to tackle the people in the room, crying their battle cry again.
Jordan blinked as he looked at them… before he snorted as he began laughing out loud, causing them to all stop. "What- *laugh* what the fuck are you wearing?" He said laughing, "You-*laugh*-you all look like you're wearing fucking Gimp suits! I- *laugh* I know this is Pokegirls we're talking here, but come on you all look fucking ridiculous!"
All of a sudden, the men that were wearing the uniforms turned their attention to Jordan and charged him, crying out "YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" all the while. When they were within a few feet of him—
"Hold your positions, men!" a commanding voice called out. "Don't let anyone insult your uniforms as part of the great and illustrious Shocker!"
"Shocker? Really?" Jordan asked, "You… couldn't of come up with a better name for your evil bondage group than that? Well at least your lame-ass name matched how stupid you look. Seriously, if you want people to be scared of you - look like the fucking Nazi's or something, and not some Gimp suit rejects." He then looked at a nearby 'Shocker' before grabbing the club-like weapon in his hand, and slapping him in the face with it. "Oh my god, you barely even reacted to that! Your training is worse than cliché power rangers henchmen!"
The man who spoke in the commanding voice simply walked into the lobby, before he pulled out a handgun and shot Jordan in the arm, forcing him to let go of the weapon. He looked as if he actually was a high-ranked Nazi from the way his uniform had all the military markings of an officer. "Now that that's out of the way," he said, before his form somehow mutated into that of a hybrid of a snail and a cheetah. "Men, kill the male interference. Make sure the women are roughed up before making off with them, though."
'Well shit, that's what I get for trying to Deadpool it.' Jordan thought as the 'Shockers' charged again, 'But Goddamned that bullet HURT!' He grunted before he grabbed the club again, 'But like fucking hell I'm gonna be...' His eyes flashed yellow for a moment '…that fucking nobody who gets his ass kicked by a wannabe Power Ranger villain!' He raised the club and prepared to take on the incoming wave. "COME AT ME YOU POWER RANGERS REJECTS!"
Before the Shocker goons could accept that challenge, however, a different voice called out, "Oi! Shocker! You think picking on the helpless is going to do you any credit in the interdimensional Villain's Convention?! You don't even know the definition of how things are done around here!"
"What?!" the commanding officer cried out. "Who's there?!"
Out from the corridor, a somewhat soaked young man with brown hair and hazel eyes, wearing a plain gray shirt and a pair of blue jeans, walked into view. On his waist was a belt that looked oddly familiar to the monster, even though the man-turned-monster couldn't place it. "Get to know the name, Shocker," he said. "I'm Uraki Zamu, aka someone that's your worst nightmare… HENSHIN!" With that, he punched his open left palm with his right fist at his chest area, before the belt opened at the buckle… revealing a red interior, even as 'Zamu' morphed into an armored grasshopper-like entity. "I… am… Kamen… Rider… Susano'o!"
At the time of the explosion…
Samuel braced for the impact he felt for sure was going to hit him from the explosion, even while he covered Vita from the damage that was bound to hit him, for about a minute and a half. When there was no impact, he got off of the 'girl and held a hand out for her. "You okay?" he asked her.
Vita looked at the hand as offered and grasped it. "Y-yeah, I am," she answered, even as she was lifted to her feet. It was while she was lifted that she noticed for the first time a strange belt buckle on Samuel's waist. "Um, what is your belt buckle?"
Samuel blinked, before he looked down at the belt buckle. "Oh, this?" he asked. "It's called a Driver, which is meant to activate when I call out a keyword or something like it."
Before Vita could ask what the keyword was, however, the anti-fire system finally started to go off. "Ugh… why did it take this long for the anti-fire system to go off?" she groused, getting soaked in the process, her clothes finally becoming revealing enough to reveal a large bust line.
Samuel shrugged, before the water stopped flowing from the system. "Please tell me that this is all that there's going to be…" he pleaded to some invisible entity.
"YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" a chorus of cries came out from the wrecked wall, causing Samuel to look at the source in a brief amount of despair… a group of Shocker Combatmen that were all armed with bayonets attached to rifles.
"Damn you, Murphy," he said, even as he prepared to fight the grunts of Shocker…
"FIREBALL!" Vita shouted out, waving a hand across her body at the Shocker Combatmen.
A large fireball struck the grunts, before they were knocked backwards and on their bums.
Vita looked at Samuel and said to him, "I'll hold these ones off. Go find their leader, and make him pay for this!"
Samuel looked at Vita for a bit, nodded, and hurried over to find the leader.
Back in the present…
"Oh for the love of..." Jordan said facepalming, "It's not just Pokegirls… I'M IN FUCKING KAMEN RIDERS?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" His eyes flashed yellow once more, as a gust of wind began to surround him. "CAN'T I HAVE ONE GODDAMNED DAY OF PEACE AFTER THIS BULLSHIT!" The gusts of wind sped up more, as a sphere of energy seemed to surround him. "FUCKING HELL!" He let out a scream, as the field expanded out like an explosion, any of the Shockers surrounding him were reduced into nothing but ash, and those further were blasted away into nearby walls.
The leader of the group of Shocker Combatmen looked at Jordan in what could easily be seen as shock, before he roared out, "You'll PAY for that! I, Cheetahkatatsumuri, will be your end!" With that, he sprayed a very sticky substance at Jordan, which almost entirely missed for some reason… only a small amount stuck to his feet, keeping him on the ground. At that, the leader moved faster than his snail-part would suggest, yelling, "The slime of a snail and the speed of a cheetah, that's what makes me me!"
Jordan glared at 'Cheetahkatatsumuri', his eyes now a solid sidious golden color, his face twisted with rage, lighting coursing across his body. "FUCK! YOU!" He roared, before he let out a torrent of lighting at the creature, before he pushed his hands forward and sent the man flying back into a wall with an invisible telekinetic force.
Cheetahkatatsumuri, who had braced for impact, decided to defeat the unknown before getting back to his duty of conquering worlds. Just when he was about to spray Jordan more, however…
"Oi, oi! Don't forget me, you nincompoop!" Kamen Rider Susano'o called out, grappling the Shocker cyborg's sprayer with his left hand and redirecting it at an empty wall. "You won't live long enough to regret forgetting me at this rate." With that, he gathered energy into his right hand and clenched it into a fist, calling out, "RIDER PUNCH!" As he punched the cyborg, he felt that the body was made out of paper instead of whatever it was supposed to be… before the monster blew up.
*thump*
Diana - finally snapping out of her stupor - turned to see Jordan falling to the ground unconscious.
Kamen Rider Susano'o de-henshined and rushed over to Jordan, before he placed a pair of fingers at his neck. "Good, he's alive," he said. "Could someone please get him a room here?"
"Wait, wait WAIT!" Mimi shouted, waving her hands, "What in the HELL just happened here?! Those guys showed up, you showed up in that armor, then that guy started throwing things around with his mind… WHAT JUST HAPPENED DAMMIT?!"
'Zamu' let out a really long sigh, before he pointed at Jordan and asked, "Could it possibly wait until after he wakes up? I don't think he wants to be left out of the loop of what happened here and how he fits into this."
Mimi seemed like she wanted to protest, though her medical instincts kicked in as she groaned, leaping over the counter to help pick Jordan up. "No end to the craziness…" she muttered.
'Zamu' palmed his face, before he said, "At least we don't have to deal with anyone from an interstellar order of monks with a dead sense of reality…"
Meanwhile, in Hyperspace…
"Ah-CHOO!"
Tallisibeth Enwandung-Esterhazy - known by her friends as Scout - sniffled as she shook her head "Well… at least I had my helmet off that time…" she muttered, as she adjusted herself into the seat of her starship, looking out the window as the abyss of hyperspace flew by.
Scout was still amazed that the Mandalorians at Kyrimorut were able to get her her own starship… that being said, she was even more amazed at just how old it was. Dynamic-class freighters were ancient, built around the time of the Mandalorian Wars nearly 4,000 years ago. A few collectors of those old Republic ships keep them around, but she never actually thought she'd see what quite easily was a living relic of the past. She was a bit hesitant accepting the ship just because of how old it was, but Ordo Skirata assured her that they gave the ship a complete overhaul when they found it at Raxus Prime - it could easily compete with the famous YT-1300's of Corellia and give them a run for their money now.
And need it she did, after just managing to escape from an Imperial cruiser that had been hounding her after her 'spectacular' escape from Bespin… though that would be putting it lightly.
She heard a mechanical whistling, as Scout glanced back as she saw her droid companion roll up next to her. R2-KT, a white and pink colored R2 unit. She use to be an Imperial droid before Scout saved her from being scrapped. The little droid has followed her around everywhere since - and has made for quite a useful co-pilot as well.
Scout smiled as she lightly rubbed the top of the Droid. "It's okay, Katie." She said reassuringly, "It's not your fault. Blame the imps for shooting at us before you could finish the coordinates."
R2-KT let out a worried whistle. While plotting their escape jump, fire from the cruiser caused Katie to misjump, jumping them into hyperspace with incomplete coordinates. Any number of things could go wrong, if their route takes them over a gravity well like a star, a planetoid or a black hole they could be in serious trouble.
"We'll be fine." Scout said, patting the droid on the head before looking out the window once more, as she looked at her own reflection look back at her. Scout had grown quite a bit since the end of the Clone Wars six years ago, and the subsequent Jedi Purge. She was saved from being among the casualties when Order 66 was issued thanks to the Jedi Nyreen Vollen who brought her to Mandalore - homeworld of the Mandalorians. She stayed after most of the Jedi left, having bonded with the Kyrimorut Mandalorians led by Clan Skirata, particularly Mij Gilamar, and acting as the assistant to the former Separatist scientist Ovolot Qail Uthan who helped cure the Fett Clones of Kyrimorut of their accelerated aging.
At the time though, while she remained on Mandalore even after the Jedi Master Djinn Altis took the rest of the Fugitive Jedi away, she refused to just give up her Jedi roots. While she wasn't the most strong force user, Scout wasn't going to just give up learning as she continued to pursue the Jedi Arts - with some small help from the Jedi-turned-Mandalorian Bardan Jusik-Skirata. Though as the years went by, Scout became more and more attached to the Mandalorians… and they became just as much family to her, as anyone from the old Order was.
Now, here she was six years later. Her long red hair tied into a loose ponytail, her green eyes no longer holding that child-like glow, and now spoke of a trained padawan in the force, and an experienced Mandalorian warrior of Kyrimorut - the latter easily seen as she wore a brown and tan version of Mandalorian shock trooper armor which hug to her athletic form allowing maximum movement, rather than her loose and old Jedi robes. She mixed together her training as both a Jedi and a Mandalorian together into what Mij once called an 'Unholy match made in dar'yaim that all Imperials should fear'.
She was pretty sure he was exaggerating, but it was true her abilities with the Force combined with her Mando training has helped her quite a bit over the years.
Suddenly though, she was brought out of her musings as an alarm went off, and everything began to shake. "Oh shit!" She cursed as her hands danced across the controls. "Gravity well! We're dropping out of hyperspace! Hang on!"
The Dynamic-class Freighter 'Lunar Shadow' dropped out of hyperspace abruptly, appearing within the gravity well of a blue planet as it was dragged down. R2-KT let out a series of panicked beeps as it accessed a terminal.
'Engines are out! Shit!' Scout thought, as he did her best to control the ship's descent towards the planet. "This is gonna get bumpy!"
If only they knew the full effect of their journey towards the planet… one that was the third planet from its star in the solar system, with its battered land masses from human warfare, and even the rest of the population.
Xamusel: FINISHED!
Now, keep in mind that Jorn and I are going to have six crossovers each involved with this story, not counting the fact that we crossed over from our Earth to the Pokegirls Earth. You already saw that I chose Kamen Rider, and you already saw that Jorn chose Star Wars, but what else have we chosen? That will be up to us to reveal in due time.
Before I pass the baton off to Jorn, I should mention things will be getting worse before they get better, like in all fiction stories. That's mainly because of how dangerous things can get… especially since Shocker, in spite of how Jorn handled that particular scene then, is actually quite dangerous and very, very, very ruthless. Of course, with each threat that we introduce, we also have to make sure the heroes, namely us at present, have a way to beat the threats… kinda like in Super Robot Wars.
I also apologize for the lack of smut in this prologue… we will get to it eventually, probably next chapter, but we'll get to it soon enough. In this case, we'll have to make sure you enjoy the smut, as it is important in this kind of story.
Now… Until We Meet Again.
-Xamusel
117Jorn: Woowee! A new fic out and ready! Like Xam said, this will contain multiple crossovers, though for the time being it is just Pokegirls, Kamen Riders and Star Wars. Expect a LOT more content heading your way soon!
Until next time, Ja Ne!
-117Jorn