ok, before i do anything, this is not my story. this story belongs to a-kun. a-kun is on another site, and i asked if i could post his story over here, after about....3 months or so, he email'd me back, saying as long as i give him all credit, i could. so here we go, everything from here on out is his. oh, and by the way, every 1 chap is actualy 4 of his in 1. so this is chapters 1-4. also, this is very very high rated M.
Warning: This story idea was originally made by Metroanime. All of the foundational work belongs to Metroanime and all of his contributors. The contents of the Crimson League, however, are not Metroanime's. This storyline should be considered separate, but of the same universe. Most data entries were created by me and are not to be taken as canon Metroanime. Other data entries were taken from the BE Pokegirl Addventure.
Again, this work is NOT by Metroanime. Any similarities are purely coincidental or an attempt at kissing Metroanime's ass. As for anyone who pops here as well as in Metroanime's storyline... well, everyone's got a twin, right? Well, sometimes that twin has a similar life too. Beeeedah! ^_^
Wild Horses & Pokegirls - Crimson League
Chapter 1 - The Fucking Inevitable Beginning
Ben looked at the pokeball. As a member of Team Rocket, he was a rarity. A solo operative. Well, that had been a recent development. The first operation he and his now dead partner had run had been at a gym just as a pair who called themselves Trauma Team attacked. As anyone who'd heard of Trauma Team knew, there were few, if any survivors. But this was the Crimson Continent and they were said to be operating in the Indigo League area. Even if they weren't really Trauma Team, they were similar enough in tactics.
However, the fact remained that there were no other Team Rocket Tamers in the area to take him in. He was a newbie to most of the taming stuff. Hell, he'd never tamed any pokegirls. It was his now dead partner who'd been experienced with Pokegirls.
Ben had lived in poverty his entire life. The few Pokegirls he'd seen belonged to rich and powerful tamers or were feral. The first pokegirl he could remember seeing, a Megami, had struck him as a beautiful girl trapped by an evil man. She had seen him hungry and snuck him a little rice. It had saved him and endeared him to the kind Megami. But she had been punished for doing so.
It had been at that point that Ben decided to do what he could to liberate Pokegirls from their evil masters. But, he soon learned that Pokegirls needed taming or they went Feral, and learned what 'taming' meant. He had high expectations of himself, but there was a limit to even his delusions of grandeur.
So, after that, he decided to join Team Rocket to collect some Pokegirls. Then, he'd train them up and destroy Team Rocket and all of those other jerks who used their Pokegirls as mere hump toys or worse. He'd set the world right.
He was now disillusioned, though. Trauma Team had been only a rumor when he had been inducted into Team Rocket. Seeing their ruthlessness up close had torn at something deep inside of him. How could ANYONE be so needlessly cruel? And if they didn't want anyone recognizing them, why didn't they wear masks or something? Why kill everyone?
He looked at the sole Pokeball he had rescued from the massacre. He had no clue on what to do with it. Hell, he didn't even know if it had anything inside of it. If it was occupied, he'd have to explain to the pokegirl that he was the only one alive who could look after her. Then again, he shouldn't get his hopes up. Knowing his luck...
He opened the pokeball. It was empty. He sighed. He knew that it just his luck.
He sighed and remembered...
His partner, Banderas, was a disgusting slob. Banderas had been eating a mayonaisse and bean sandwich, ignoring the mess he was making on his own shirt, prior to the trip. Banderas wasn't much better than Ben was, but he had two pokegirls, a Youma and a Naga. And that was two more than Ben had.
The reason for the trip to the gym had been simple: Banderas didn't want to put up with trying to catch a random Feral pokegirl, because it was easier to re-tame a domesticated one than to tame feral pokegirls. And Banderas had obviously been the sort of guy who didn't like to exert himself. Ever.
So, Banderas had the bright idea to head to a gym and steal a pokeball from one of the 'lame-ass tamers' when they weren't looking. It would've worked if they hadn't chosen a gym that Trauma Team had also selected to visit. Ben had had the 'luck' of having a dead Tamer fall on him, thus he could pretend to be a casualty. Banderas however, saw the sight of blood and tried to run away, making him a perfect target for Trauma Team's weapons.
The instant Trauma Team left, the police began to arrive and rather than be arrested or questioned, either of which would reveal to Trauma Team that a victim was still alive and therefore needed to be eliminated, he'd grabbed one of the unopened pokeballs nearest to him and raced out the nearest exit, hurrying to the back alleys, where he knew how to survive.
And now, he was stuck with an empty pokeball, a blood-soaked shirt and the notification from his superiors that he wouldn't get any aid until he caught a useful pokegirl.
Ditching the shirt in a trash can, Ben took note of the open windows leading into the alley. Odds were that at least one of them would be occupied by a sloppy person who also didn't own a pokegirl to clean up after him. Ben could just steal a shirt from them and then head into the wild to catch a Feral pokegirl. Whether or not he could muster the determination to tame her would have to come later.
The first possible target was a third story window, with two more windows above it also being open. If he ran full tilt, using the skills he'd learned as a thief, he had no doubt he could reach the fifth floor, but he had to slow to check each window. He decided to go for it. Focusing himself, he raced up the wall until he reached the third story and saw a room so clean that dust bunnies would run away from the sight of it.
Continuing up the wall, he glanced in at the fourth story window, which was so filthy by comparison, Ben just continued on. Managing to reach the fifth story window, he caught the window sill as his legs failed him. He pulled himself up and glanced in. It was a room with fairly clean clothes just laying around.
Ben pulled himself in quietly and grabbed a plain blue shirt before sliding back out the window and grabbing the storm drain. Climbing down with practiced ease, he reached the ground again in seconds and was out of sight in a few more.
Ben thanked his stars that the shirt was a plain one. If it had an emblem, a stain or a design, it would've been identified easily should he chance into the original owner. Of course, it smelled of bad cologne, so Ben headed to the nearest stream to wash it a few times.
Rivers and streams were great for getting rid of smells. The reason being that the smell of fish and mud tended to overwhelm whatever scent might have been on the cloth prior to the washing. Ben had learned that back in his poverty-stricken days when the only time anyone could afford a new pair of socks was to not eat for a week.
Back then, the only aid most people got was enough money for a single meal a day. Anything more had to be stolen, but the townsfolk had a tendency to wear heavy perfumes and colognes that would be easily noticeable if a thief wasn't careful.
As Ben washed the shirt, he couldn't help but think of the poor people killed by those two who claimed to be Trauma Team. What was the purpose? Sooner or later, their faces would show up on a hidden camera, be recorded and played worldwide. It would be infinitely easier if they just masked their faces or something.
No, they were probably the kind of disgusting humans that got off seeing terror, suffering and blood. As Ben pulled his new shirt from the stream, he had a firmly set idea in his mind. If Trauma Team liked seeing death so much, then why not introduce them to it? It wouldn't just be an eye for an eye. Trauma Team had done so much killing that it would never be equal. It would be more like ten people for an eye.
Putting on the wet shirt in the hot sun actually felt good. If he had time, he'd need to do this again, as the summer heat tended to get unbearable. First things first, though. He needed to get a pokegirl. If he wanted, he could've gotten a Titcool, a Magikunt or a Titmouse, but he needed to be a bit more discerning. He only had the one pokeball.
It was then that he heard the leaves rustle around him. He didn't straighten up or turn around. He had faced some feral pokegirls before. Generally, if you ignored them, they ignored you... unless you were in their territory. Some of the feral pokegirls liked observing humans, even if they were doing something as mundane as washing clothes. Others attacked humans arbitrarily, not caring what the reason for being in their presence.
He didn't panic. Any fast movements would scare off what could be the best wild pokegirl he could get his hands on. He slowly turned to face shore, ignoring the rustle of something ducking quickly. He walked to shore and picked up his boxers, which he had taken off so they wouldn't get damp. Shirts and pants he didn't mind getting wet, but wet underwear just plain sucked.
He wondered what kind of pokegirl it was. He certainly wouldn't mind a rare one, but if it was a Snorlass or a Hag, he wasn't about to catch it. Hags were creepy and a Snorlass was just too heavy to try and tame without equipment. Not to mention that he didn't exactly have access to a ton of food or money.
It was obviously not a violent pokegirl, otherwise she would've attacked the instant he turned to face in her direction. Bunnies, titmice and kittens were very likely, but he didn't discount the possibility that it might have been a very clumsy tamer who was just watching him.
"You can come out. I'm not going to hurt you." Ben said in a soothing tone.
There was no response.
"I won't catch you if you don't want to be caught." Ben glanced down at the pokeball on the ground next to him and rolled away from him, "That's the only pokeball I've got, honest."
He took another step away from the pokeball and squatted with his hands out in a passive position to let the pokegirl know he wasn't going to hurt it. She slowly stepped out of the bushes. He nearly had a heart attack.
Above all others, the Growlie was the most loyal of all pokegirls... once tamed. Growlies in the wild tended to be very hostile and difficult to control. The girl in front of him had blonde hair on the top of her head; red fur with black tiger stripes down her back, arms, legs and tail; on her chest, stomach, groin and inner thighs was more soft blonde fur, but it was obviously not as long as on her head. Her eyes were blue, like his, but a lighter shade.
To find a feral Growlie that was willing to come out... his thoughts were cut off sharply when he noticed that it had been stung numerous times. It looked like the work of a swarm of Buzzbreasts, but the Growlie obviously managed to get free.
The biggest threat of the Buzzbreast was that, occassionally in the Crimson League area, one was born with a special poison that could cancel the effect of a Tamer's taming, which was a secret Team Rocket had stumbled upon. Then again, the toxins they injected were also deadly, so a few brushes with death would likely break most connections.
He hurried to her side and picked her up. Hurrying, he raced her to the stream and began washing her injuries. The longer the poison remained in her system, the more likely she might fall into shock-induced coma.
She whimpered and hugged him weakly as the purplish poison was washed off her body. The instant the water stopped clouding with the purple poison, Ben lifted her out of the water and hurried to his pokeball.
"I'm sorry, but this is far beyond my skills. I got rid of the excess poison, but there's still some in your system... and I don't have potions or pokegirls that could heal you..." Ben tried to reassure her as he picked up the pokeball.
She spared the pokeball an uncertain look, then nodded. He touched it to her and it engulfed her. He ran for town. Before he knew it, he'd found the healing center and was begging the nurse Megami at the desk to put her into a healing cycle.
The Megami calmed him down first, then took in his explanation. Nodding, she took the pokeball into the back. Sighing with relief, he sat down and waited for the nurse Megami to return.
Leno grinned to himself. Teaming up with that statue-type pokegirl had been the best move he'd ever made, even if she was the one in charge. And calling themselves 'Trauma Team' was a stroke of genius. People panicked when they heard the name, making it easy for them to catch everyone off guard and kill all of the worthless humans before grabbing all their pokegirls.
The real Trauma Team probably wouldn't care. After all, it wasn't like Leno and Marble were making them look WORSE.
Team Cold Plasma was off to a glorious start.
Megami were the most mysterious of all pokegirls. At times, they seemed like simple girls with some minor powers. At others, they would smile knowingly as events unfolded in someone's favor. It was always in the favor of a genuinely good person. Any greedy or cruel people usually lost regularly until the Megami was no longer in their possession.
However, only intelligent or perceptive Tamers who were in frequent contact with Megami knew the connections of the good or bad luck streaks and the Megami's presence. Most other trainers didn't understand as 'Smile' was an official attack of Megami as well as most 'Kawaii' pokegirl, such as the Eva pokegirls.
Ben noticed the nurse Megami's smile, but didn't take it to mean much other than she was being friendly.
"Here, fill out this form and take your time. Don't feel bad if you don't understand everything." the Megami told him, handing him a form.
Ben looked it over. Medical forms looked a lot like tests to him, but he had to fill it out. Without noticing that it was quite literally a test, he began answering the questions as best as he could and handed it back to the Megami, blushing heavily as she smiled at him again. He had a weakness for pokegirls in general, but exceptionally cute ones always made him blush.
"Here you go." she said, handing him something that looked like a...
"A pokedex?" Ben asked.
"Yes, you passed the beginner Tamer Exam." the Megami told him.
Ben blinked in confusion before the Megami handed him the pokeball containing the Growlie he had brought in as well as five others, the standard allotment for passing the first Tamer Exam.
"Take very good care of her, all right?" the Megami requested as she turned on the charm.
Ben's face turned bright red as he nodded and took the pokeballs. If it weren't for the fact that the Megami's smile made him feel as though everything in the universe was right, he probably would berated himself for blushing so much or acting like he'd never seen a pokegirl.
Ben looked at the pokeball as he walked back to the Team Rocket hideout that he and Banderas had been planning to use as a base of operations. He'd forgotten about it after the run-in with Trauma Team and the desperation to ditch his stained shirt, but he wasn't going to just abandon the hideout without plundering it first. After all, now that Banderas wasn't around, Ben could take advantage of the things Banderas had kept on hand (and never shared, the jerk!), like camping equipment, food supplies (even if most of it was only good for making sandwiches or soup), and extra clothes.
Ben considered the pokeball as he walked. He was sure that the Growlie would appreciate his concern about her health, but was it right to keep her just because he'd saved her life?
Now that he thought about it, joining Team Rocket was probably a bad idea. But they'd pretty much abandoned a new recruit by giving him a task when he didn't even have a pokegirl, so they probably didn't expect him to show up ever again. Becoming a normal tamer would probably be okay. First though, he needed to make sure the Growlie really wanted to be with him.
He didn't want to make her feel obligated to follow him simply because he'd saved her. He just wasn't that way. He didn't want to be her Tamer simply out of obligation of duty or because of a need to pay him back. He wanted her to be his companion because that was what she had chosen to do.
Once he was back at Banderas's old place (he hadn't lived in the hideout long enough for him to consider it as his own home), he unleashed the Growlie. Instantly, she took in her environment, scanning for possible attackers before calming when she didn't sense anything.
"Are you feeling okay?" Ben asked.
The Growlie looked at Ben strangely, but nodded.
"Good. Listen, I'm not going to force you to come along with me. Just because I took care of you doesn't mean you should be obligated to follow me. If you come along, you should do it because you want to." Ben explained.
The Growlie stared at him blankly. Sighing, Ben motioned to the door, "If you want to leave, outside is that way. In the meantime, I'm going to pack up some supplies."
With that said, Ben grabbed a backpack (Banderas had six sturdy ones on hand, but rarely used them as far as Ben could tell) and began rummaging through Banderas's dresser drawers. The clothes Banderas wore frequently were stained, but he had a surprising number of clean outfits too. Probably in case that he had to meet with a superior or when he had to go to headquarters for a debriefing. Ben grabbed all the clean ones out when he realized he was facing a dilemma.
On top of clothes, there was food, extra pokeballs (Banderas probably had them just in case he found a Feral pokegirl he wanted), blankets, two tents, and other camping equipment to consider. It was the first time in his life that he actually had an excess of items and he found it a bit overwhelming.
Ben was trying to decide what he could take along in a single pack when the Growlie sat down next to him with another backpack. Their eyes met briefly. A mute conversation passed between them.
"Okay, let's decide what you want to carry..." Ben began before the Growlie began nuzzling his side.
Ben grew a bit nervous. He'd heard of pokegirls developing a liking for kind Tamers, but this was a bit fast.
"Aren't Pokegirls supposed to act this way _AFTER_ taming?" Ben inquired to no one as she pounced on him.
It was three hours before he and his new Growlie, which he had named Kei, finally left the hideout and headed off on the trail. The smile that was practically plastered to the Growlie's face was worth the exhuastion that Ben felt as they began their journey.
Yuka Takeuchi sighed for the sixth time that day. Some green-haired jackass with the weirdest facial tattoo designs Yuka'd ever seen, going by the name of Papacha (though he insisted his name was the "Great Papacha something-something-something Nanadan"), had been trying to catch her in a pokeball. Apparently, he'd heard stories that if you threw a pokeball with a certain mod-chip at ANY human girl, she'd turn into a pokegirl.
However, even if such a story was true, she was a rather unique individual. Sure, to the League's official records, she was just a female tamer who hadn't reached threshold, but she _was_ an actual pokegirl. One of her inherited talents was an immunity to capture. Her mother had been the same way. She knew she'd fully inherited it because Papacha wasn't the first jerk to try and catch her.
Even with illegal mod-chips designed to catch even the most elusive pokegirl, both she and her mother had an aura that kept them from activating. Whether it kept shorting out of the pokeballs or if it kept the pokeballs from recognizing them as captureable wasn't known and would probably never be.(1)
Yuka was getting mighty tired of the Great Papacha, though. She had been trying to have a quiet hike through feral-pokegirl areas and he was following her, throwing pokeballs at her whenever he could. He had gotten it into his mind that his pokeballs were just defective and sooner or later, the mechanisms would realize that she was prey to be caught.
After all, in his mind, he was on a noble quest to screw all the cute pokegirls and she was soon to be his ninth screw. Nevermind the fact that most of his pokegirls were growing feral as they had only been tamed once.
As the fifteenth pokeball rebounded off of her right breast, Yuka's patience snapped. She grabbed the pokeball as it began to fall and crushed it one-handed. Looking at Papacha, she accessed an ability all women, pokegirl or not, had. The Glare. On a more perceptive or rational or sane person, the Glare would've told them, "FUCK OFF AND DIE!".
However, Papacha had a blood curse (2) of Insanely High Stupidity.(3) So, he just tossed another pokeball at her.
Yuka didn't send out her pokegirls. She didn't want them to have to deal with Papacha. Plus, Papacha likely had some plan to charm them. No, Yuka marched towards him while sliding on her special fighting gloves, crushing his last ball under her right foot as she neared him.
It was lucky that they weren't in a city. Children would've been scared off by the screams of pain and sound of bone cracking.
(1) Scientists had tried to acquire both her and her mother, but when a few undetectable cortex bombs were activated (courtesy of her father's friend, who happened to be the CEO of the Jahana Group), cutting the number of 'inquiring' scientists in half, they decided to let the whole matter drop. Yuka's father had been rather insistant that they not try to kidnap his wife or children or else the rest would go off.
(2) Well, it couldn't be considered a blood GIFT as it was proving to be hazardous to his health.
(3) Many people believe Ataru Moroboshi, Happosai, Mikado Sanzenin and Tatewaki Kuno also have this blood curse as few, if any, pokegirls could tolerate their presence. However, that's actually the Aura of Ooze.(4)
(4) The Aura of Ooze repulses any pokegirl of feral intelligence. In fact, it is very, VERY rare for people with the Aura of Ooze to find any feral pokegirls as any feral pokegirl up to a mile away to instinctively move away from the person possessing it (5). If, for some reason, the possessor comes with eyesight of a feral pokegirl, they will be met with hostility almost instantly. The more powerful the Aura of Ooze, the further and faster the feral pokegirls will retreat. The only way a feral pokegirl will remain within the area is if they are territorial.
The more domesticated pokegirls will merely find these people more repulsize than they actually are. Note that some people with the Aura of Ooze can supress it so that it only activates when the person opens their mouths to speak. Thus, handsome men like Tatewaki Kuno and Papacha Sanzenin can trick people into thinking they're handsome and charming until everyone learns what jerks they really are.
(5) Other tamers hate people with the Aura of Ooze. Luckily, it's this blood curse is activated by the personality the person.
Special Note: A fellow named Tony asked me to change the name of the "rocketer" guy, so Banderas was originally named Tony. Just so you know.
Blood Curses
Just like Blood Gifts benefit tamers and make their jobs easier, there are Blood Curses, which penalize tamers and make their jobs hard or impossible. Most of these occur when a character's stats are 6 or lower. Note that these apply to the Crimson League. It is purely up to your GM to allow them or not.
Should a character somehow raise an attribute above the requirement, it is up to the GM to either modify the Blood Curse or suspend it permanently. Fetishes can only be suspended when the character is in a coma or a magical slumber.
3rd Edition D&D rules on Blood Curses
Name: Low Performance
Requirement: Strength of 6 or lower
Description: This Blood Curse cuts down on how long you can perform before requiring a break. Your muscles still have their strength, they just tire a lot faster.
System: Roll 1d20 versus strength x2. If the die roll is higher, then the person gets this Blood Curse. Once gained, the lower the strength score, the more likely the person will tire after every round.
For every round of constant activity (i.e. lifting weights or sex), the character must roll 1d10. If the die roll is higher than the character's strength, they gain one point of exhuast. For every point of exhuast, they get a +1 penalty for the next roll. If they can no longer roll without an automatic failure, they must stop or lose a point of strength temporarily for every round afterwards. If the strength rating goes to 0, they pass out for a week.
If the character takes a break, they lose a +1 penalty for every three rounds they rest _unless_ they've burned up to the loss of strength. For the length of time before the strength recovery, divide the character's strength by their constitution for the number of days. If the amount is less than a whole number, multiple the remainder by 24 for the number of hours (round up), so someone with a 3 strength and an 18 constitution will recover a point of strength every four hours.
Name: Easy Money
Requirement: Constituion of 6 or lower
Description: This Blood Curse is another way of saying one can't take much stimulation before orgasming. You have a low pleasure threshold and tend to release easily.
System: Roll 1d20 versus constitution x2. If the die roll is higher, then the person gets this Blood Curse. Once gained, the lower the constitution score, the more likely the person will orgasm every round.
For every round of sex, the character must roll 1d10. If the die roll is higher than the character's constitution, they orgasm. For every round that they don't orgasm, they get an additional +1 penalty to every check until there is no way that they can roll. After the character orgasms, the penalties are removed.
Name: Insanely High Stupidity
Requirement: Wisdom of 6 or lower
Description: This Blood Curse keeps one from noticing something they think isn't possible, such as a feral pokegirl wanting to tear their arms off and beat them to death with said limbs. This often leads tamers to an early demise, and lead to the delay of it's discovery.
System: Roll 1d20 versus wisdom x2. If the die roll is higher, then the person gets this Blood Curse. Once gained, the lower the wisdom score, the more likely the person will ignore obvious signs of danger or any intelligent suggestions/comments.
Subtract the character's wisdom from 7. The number will represent how many warnings a character must ignore before they can catch a clue. (Note: Being ignored does not count as a warning.) Roll a 1d12. If equal or lower than the character's wisdom score, they catch a clue. If higher than the character's wisdom score, they failed to catch a clue. Every check afterwards will gain a cumulative -1 bonus to every roll.
Name: Aura of Ooze
Requirement: Charisma of 6 or lower
Description: You are utterly repulsive to pokegirls of all kinds and not because of your appearance. Your personality, your attitude and/or your aura feel gross to the pokegirls around your unless you shut the hell up and concentrate on being polite.
System: Anyone who's Charisma falls to 6 or lower has a chance of getting this blood curse. Roll 1d20 versus charisma x2. If the die roll is higher, then the person gets this Blood Curse.
Once gained, the lower the charisma score, the stronger the Aura of Ooze. Subtract the owner's charisma from 7 and multiply that by miles to see how close most feral pokegirls will come.
Another penalty for having this is a -4 to any charisma rolls when trying to parley with any pokegirl. The penalty is -8 if the pokegirl already knows what a jerk the character is.
Name: Fetish
Requirement: None
Description: You have a sexual preference that you like to indulge in. Depending on how intense it is, it may become like a drug addiction. You NEED to indulge in it every so often, regardless of how strong or weak it is.
Fetishes can be chosen by a character to increase other stats. Note that your character HAS to be able to indulge in it within a set interval or suffer a cumulative loss of 1 point of intelligence and -1 penalty to all will rolls every cycle until it has been indulged. For every extra indulgance within the interval, the character regains a point of intelligence and loses a -1 penalty to all will rolls.
A GM should suggest this in order to keep the game interesting and to keep other blood curses from interfering with the game too much.
System: For every fetish point, you can increase a different attribute by 1. The exact fetish itself may be rolled up at random for an extra attribute point, minus the associate penalty. Multiple fetishes may also be chosen, but note that BOTH have to be satisfied within their intervals. Note that another fetish is necessary after five points.
1 Fetish Point = Once a month.
2 Fetish Points = Once every two weeks or twice a month.
3 Fetish Points = Once a week or four times a month.
4 Fetish Points = Twice a week or eight times a month.
5 Fetish Points = Once a day or sixteen times a month.
Fetish Chart
#4, #5, #13, #19 and #20 have sub charts. Roll 1d6 to find out what kind you'll get. (P.S. Yes, I know #6 is not proper latin.)
1) Sadism - You like to hurt things.
2) Masochism - You like to be hurt.
3) Sadomasochism - You like hurting _AND_ being hurt.
4) Anthromorphilia - You like to do it with non near-human pokegirls.
(1-3) Specific - You like to do it with non near-human pokegirls of a specific type or with a certain attribute.
(4-6) General - You like to do it with non near-human pokegirls of any type.
5) Sapienophilia - You like to do it with near-human pokegirls.
(1-3) Specific - You like to do it with near-human pokegirls of a specific type.
(4-6) General - You like to do it with near-human pokegirls of any type.
6) Corporeal Unsolidius - You like to have sex with pokegirls that are not entirely solid or ones that have a form that is not entirely solid, like Ditto or Succubi.
7) Coitus Oralis - Oral Sex
8) Coitus Ferarum - Doggy-style sex
9) Gymnophilia - Naked Bodies
10) Merinthophilia - Being bound
11) Proctophilia - Rectal intercourse
12) Sarmassophilia - Foreplay
13) Venusmania - You get your kicks if your partner meets a certain 'sexiness' quotient.
(1-3) Venustaphilia - Beautiful women
(4-6) Venustaphobia - Can't stand beautiful women
14) Exibitionism - Showing yourself
15) Periculophilia - Being in dangerous situations
16) Pigmalionism - Rocks and statues
17) Voyeurism - Watching others have sex
18) Mirusmania - Weird sex
19) Agephilia - You like people of a specific age category.
(1-3) Pedophilia - People who look younger
(4-6) Geroniophilia - People who look older
20) Fetishism - Particular objects or situations
(1) Dildos or vibrators
(2) Food
(3) Odors
(4) Furniture
(5) Unique places
(6) Role-playing
Crimson League Pokedex Entry
(Please note that all entries assume the vast majority)
Growlie, the Puppy Pokegirl
Type: Semihuman
Element: Fire
Frequency: Uncommon (Crimson, Indigo)
Diet: Near Human Diet (Omnivore, but mostly fish and nuts)
Role: Originally tracking and frontline, make excellent pets
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Grass, Psychic
Weak Vs: Water, Ice
Attacks: Flamethrower, Ignite, Growl, Slash, Bite
Enhancements: Increased strength and sense of smell, High endurance and loyalty
Evolves: Growltit (Fire Stone)
Growlies make good pets as they are loyal to a fault. Unless you don't leave very much, it's not recommended to have only a single Growlie as the family pet as they require lots of love and attention. Another pokegirl is recommended as the Growlies can then occupy themselves by 'playing' with the other pokegirls. They are very competitive with any and ALL amorous or lustful pokegirls.
It's strongly suggested that you _not_ have any of the Domina-type Pokegirls, though. Growlies and Domina-types do NOT like each other.
Megami, the Goddess Pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Psychic/Magic
Frequency: Unknown (All Leagues)
Diet: Human Style Diet
Role: Varies
Libido: Varies
Strong Vs: Varies
Weak Vs: Sad faces, crying, and Domina-types
Attacks: Smile, Cry (all others vary)
Enhancements: Varies
Evolves: Unknown
Megami are the most mysterious of the pokegirls. The number that exist is unknown as the number seems to change everytime there's a poll. It is not recorded if there are feral Megami or not. It had never been discovered if they evolve or not. No information exists to answer the question, "Do other females spontaneously evolve INTO Megami?"
Not much is known about Megamis because few people understand how they even GOT a Megami when they think about it logically and those who do have a Megami either don't ask or don't think it's a big deal. When a Megami shows up, they are acknowledged as if they had always been there.
The only consistant numbers of Megami are from pokecenters and hospitals, where Megami are often found with various other nurse-type pokegirls.
Megami have NO average stats when compared to other pokegirls. They are either excellent or lousy at something. Their skills, attacks, defences, enhancements and roles are all unknown because of this.
Skip this next section if you don't need a reason to read porn
Don't skip if you want to read a well-reasoned argument on behalf of this story and the world it's based in.
Author's Editorial/Rantfest: Okay, most people will object to the Pokegirl (or Pokewoman) world as being sexist as men 'tame' women. But perhaps you haven't fully thought about all the implications.
First of all, in our world, when a man and woman have children, it's believed that the MALE genes that get transferred to the children (about 60-80% of the time), as men have both X and Y chromosomes. This is why men were considered more valuable in Africa, China and Europe, because the men would be responsible for carrying the bloodline.
When Pokegirls breed with men, it's the FEMALE gene that gets transferred. Why else would things like the Blood Gifts be popping up? This means Sukebe changed the genetic scale from male-dominated ancestories to ones that are more female-dominated.
Second of all, Pokegirls, even the weakest ones, are more powerful than humans of a similar physical stature. This means that the Pokegirls now surpass humans in terms of raw power, as a lot of pokegirls could kill humans by the dozens, if not by the hundreds. This changes the balance of power from humans to Pokegirls. Metroanime's story has many mentionings of failed, improper or insufficient restraints leading to the death of many tamers.
Thirdly, it's only said that taming is required to retain intelligence. It does NOT say that men are required to do the taming or even that a HUMAN is required for taming.
Fourthly, there are still human women around, but the pokegirls breed faster and, I _think_, in larger quantities. Mammals like humans have never had large birthrates, but since the pokegirls are of various breeds, that means that pokegirls likely outnumber humans. I estimate 2-5 pokegirls for every human, which, even if the human population is only in 10 million mark, about 20-50 million mark (Sukebe's army probably killed a lot of people in the eras where population explosions occurred the most).
So, taming is a lot like training is in pokemon: a way to keep the more dangerous and dumber critters away from towns.
And finally, while it may seem that the men have all the power, there's an old phrase that comes to mind: "Behind every great man is a greater woman". Which means that perhaps the men are not as 'in control' as they appear to be.
Wild Horses & Pokegirls - Crimson League
Chapter 2 - Oh, My Aching Groin!
Kei's tongue techniques were driving him to the brink. Easing her away from his throbbing cock, he took the oppurtunity to regain his hold on his orgasm. Kei turned around on all fours, presenting her womanhood with a whimper of desire. Eagerly, he mounted her and pressed himself into her. They moaned in unison as he slid into her. Their hips met briefly before he pulled back and thrust into her again, fondling her furry ass, drawing moans and whimpers of pleasure from her.
Finally, his hips met hers and they both cried out. Falling to the side, they both panted for breath, slowly regaining the energy they had just spent.
Ben groaned as Kei fondled his manhood back to full salute. It was the nineteenth time that night she'd gotten him back up. He was sure he had nothing left, but she didn't care. She shoved him onto his back and eased herself onto him for the twentieth time.
Ben sighed as he looked over his pokedex at the Growlie entry. Obviously, whoever made the pokedex for the Crimson League was rather blunt about everything.
[Growlie: The Puppy Pokegirl. Once a Tamer has shown affection, sympathy or has come to the aid of a Growlie, they are endeared to the Tamer. Only a total peckerhead Tamer with his head up his ass can screw up a relationship with a Growlie.]
[The problem with owning a Growlie is that it desires the same amount of attention as any other pokegirls you own. This has been known to exhuast many Tamers who tame two pokegirls at a time, even worse when the other pokegirl is a Tigress or Vixxen, as a Growlie are very competitive when it comes to expressing themselves. If it is the only Pokegirl you own, however, it will demand as much attention as possible. This is why it is good idea to obtain another Pokegirl as soon as possible.]
He wished he had known that before now. He didn't mind cuddling after sex. It was the amount of sex that went on beforehand that was beginning to tire him.
He needed another pokegirl and fast. In his opinion, he had the endurance of an olympic athlete, but Kei was almost insatiable. And screwing her until she passed out was draining him. Not to mention he was getting a bit sore. He'd never had an overly amorous (or any other kind) pokegirl to deal with before and he needed time to adjust or else he'd wind up impotent.
So, he decided to travel around for a bit. It wasn't long before he found a titmouse. He estimated that she was only about four feet tall, but he couldn't tell as she was busy foraging through a bush. Her long brown hair reached down to her mid-back, which allowed him to admire her nice ass.
Wondering what the pokedex had to say as he'd heard they occassionally had helpful tips on catching pokegirls, he pulled out his pokedex and scanned her.
[Titmouse - a common mouse PokeWoman. Where you find one, there are usually more. A fairly weak combatant, where Titmice really shine is in survival and foraging skills. They are low maintenence and commonly used as pet/maids in apartments due to their preference for clean lairs and resulting domestic skills. They are extremely loyal, nimble, and quite flexible. They are weak against PokeSex attacks due to a low pleasure threshold, and PokeWomen of snake, bird, or cat morph types.]
"Well, for us, that'd be kinda helpful in case we run out of food." Ben noted to Kei, who nodded in agreement.
"Mouse?" came the inquiry from the feral pokegirl as she raised her head from the bush. Ben managed to catch the color of her brown eyes before Kei was in motion.
Kei pounced on the titmouse. The surprised titmouse managed to yelp before being tackled by Kei. Ben tried not to get a nosebleed as Kei began licking the titmouse's neck, nibbling her collar, and carressing her breasts.
"I guess Kei's a quick study." Ben muttered to himself as the titmouse cried out in orgasm.
Kei blinked and pulled back as the titmouse began snoring loudly. She glanced at Ben, who shrugged helplessly.
"I've heard of guys going to sleep right afterward... I guess pokegirls can... fall asleep too." Ben said, staring incredulously at the sleeping pokegirl.
Tossing a pokeball on the sleeping titmouse's form, Ben watched as it engulfed the pokegirl. Kei picked up the ball and gave Ben a doubtful look.
"You can't really blame her for having that sort of fault. I'm sure it's more common than most people would admit to." Ben responded.
Kei shook her head in dismay. Hopefully she'd be able to increase the titmouse's recovery rate or stamina so they'd actually have some damn FUN. Even she knew Ben wasn't going to be able to service her every day.
Kei sighed inwardly. She was hoping to be able to impress her companion/lover with her abilities in the Art of the Erotic Tongue Lashing that her former master had taught her. While she was tempted to go on, the mouse girl's snoring would be too much of a turn off.
Reimi Jahana watched as her archrival, Yuka Takeuchi, washed her shirt in a stream to get the blood stains out. Of course, Yuka didn't know she even had an archrival, but Reimi would enlightened her to that soon enough.
Unlike Yuka and most of the other people in the world, Reimi was a true rarity in the Crimson League. Her mother was human. Not a very near human pokegirl, an actually full-blooded human woman. Pure-blood human women in the Crimson League area were about as common as water pokegirls in a desert. Granted, her father's side hadn't been as clean, but Reimi was very unique in the fact that she would never undergo threshold unless she went to Jusenkyou Toxic Spell Dump or something similar.
People often confused her for a mere pokegirl because Reimi was very powerful. So powerful, in fact, that she matched or bested most pokegirls in terms of strength, speed and endurance. Her recovery was only above average, but that was to be expected. Having a human mother meant that she didn't have the genetic endurance that was practically thrown to some of the pokegirl breeds.
Reimi had chosen Yuka as her archrival for a number of reasons. She knew of Yuka's resistance to capture, but in Reimi's eyes, that just made it more enjoyable. The peons in the Pokegirl Leagues thought that because you got a pokegirl into a ball meant that she was yours. If she wasn't tied to a ball, then she was obviously not attached.
Reimi believed that the biggest challenge she would ever face, outside of being a female tamer in a mostly male-dominated career, would be catching Yuka in the truest sense.
However, Reimi didn't want to simply seduce the girl. No, she wanted them both to prove that female tamers could be just as potent as male tamers. Then and only then would Reimi challenge Yuka to a match. It was then that her fantasy cut into her thoughts.
Each of their pokegirls would be exhuasted until Yuka was forced to face off against Reimi in a one on one duel. Reimi ignored intense blush she got when she imagined how enjoyable it would be to pin Yuka down and tame her. Yes, they'd be equals in combat, but there was no harm in being the more aggressive one in a relationship.
The metal image of Yuka cumming beneath her brought Reimi to the brink of ectasy and her kunoichi's tongue tugged her over the edge. A minute later, Reimi panted as her kunoichi lifted her head from between her mistress' thighs. The brown-haired pokegirl was surprised. Her mistress rarely came that quickly.
[Yuka-chan... I wait for that day when I will hear you moan for me.] Reimi sighed, before pulling her kunoichi to her. Her girls were in for a long taming session.
The kunoichi would likely complain about too much taming if Reimi kept this pace up.
Ben's ears picked up the noise. At first, he thought it might have been an Owl Pokegirl, but as he listened, he picked up a loud sniffle inbetween the noises. Someone was sobbing their eyes out... and it sounded like a girl.
Curious, He and Kei made their way to a clearing, where a single tent was set up at an official campsite. There, a man with light brown hair was crying as an embarrassed pink-haired merrrowl was patting him on the shoulder.
"Hey, what's up?" Ben asked as he and Kei approached the other tamer and pokegirl.
The man raised his head abruptly and turned to face Ben and Kei. Ben and Kei drew back at the sight of his sunken blood-shot eyes, the tear tracts, and the amount of pooled snot on his hands and chin. The man turned his head away quickly, then turned it back, surprising Ben and his alpha again. The snot was gone, his eyes weren't bloodshot or sunken and there was no sign that he had even been crying.
Ben's fierce blue eyes met the man's brown eyes... or rather tried as the man was in front of Kei in an instant.
"My, what a radiant beauty you are..." the man spoke.
"YUJI!" the merrrowl yelled angrily.
"Hands off! She's my alpha!" Ben snapped, shoving Yuji backwards.
Yuji looked surprised, then turned to look at his merrrowl accusingly.
"Lilica, why didn't you warn me?" Yuji asked.
"I was about to! Yuji, you've got to stop coming onto every moderately cute pokegirl! That's why you lost Rio, Maya and Maki, remember?" the angry merrrowl demanded.
"RIOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Yuji screamed in agony at the name.
Lilica huffed, "If you'd stop trying to date every tamer's alpha, you'd embarrass yourself less!"
"You're right, Lilica. Ever since I lost Maki, I've been losing control of everything..." Yuji sighed as he recovered.
"I'm not sure if I should bother asking, but would you mind telling me what the hell you were blubbering about?" Ben asked, wondering how Yuji could go from looking like an emotional wreck to slightly depressed in a matter of half-seconds.
"Huh? Oh, sure. Sit down, I'll fix us something to eat. It's the least I can do for insulting you." Yuji apologized.
Ben was wary, but accepted the offer the instant Kei agreed. Yuji's culinary capabilities were limited to cooking soup, which was plain tomato.
"Sorry I don't have anything better. I've never been one for cooking." Yuji apologized again, before starting his story, "I used to have an Alpha named Maki. She was pretty moody for a Griffon, but she was also the one who knew the most about tactics. About a week ago, I got into a Tamer battle against another Tamer who simply called himself X. I was waaaay over my head, but I didn't know it at the time. Anyway, I lost and my opponent claimed her..."
Lilica piped up as she knew Yuji didn't want to tell the next part, "After that, Yuji tried to get a smart pokegirl from a female Tamer named Reimi, but since he didn't know much about tactics, Reimi beat him and claimed the one pokegirl Yuji really loved."
Yuji mournfully repeated her name, "Rio."
"Yuji tried to get her back in another Tamer battle and lost Maya too. I'm the last pokegirl he's got left." Lilica finished.
"Well, I'm sorry you lost, but it _was_ your fault for not learning what you could from Maki when you had her." Ben responded.
"I know... I guess I should get another pokegirl and see if maybe I could..." Yuji's voice trailed off.
It was obvious that Yuji wasn't sure if he could recover his lost pokegirls even if he did get another pokegirl. He was obviously more of a lover than a fighter from the way he cried Rio's name and more of a lover than a thinker from the way he lost his pokegirls.
"Well, maybe you could try catching a less common pokegirl and then ask Reimi to trade it for Rio. I mean, if you don't get a smart one that could help you train..." Ben offered.
"Hey, that might work..." Yuji noted.
"Anyway, let's eat." Lilica said, spooning out the soup into four bowls.
Yuji ate quietly, his self-esteem and wits returning to him as he began thinking for the first time in a long while. After dinner, he'd tame Lilica (he couldn't very well let her grow Feral when he'd need her smarts to help him out). Tomorrow, he'd head out to find another pokegirl.
Papacha Nanadan was in the infirmary, bandaged head to toe, with extra wrapping around his mouth to silence his constant whining and demands. The doctor noted that the Nurse Megamis pointedly ignored the room unless it was time to replace the IVs or give him a shot. They seemed rather gleeful when it came to injections. And even though they could easily inject it into the IVs, they'd taken to injecting directly into Papacha's ass, bringing muffled screams of outrage.
The doctor blinked in confusion. The Megamis on hand were kind and considerate to everyone. The fact that even THEY didn't like him was a sign that the guy wasn't fit to return to taming. There was a saying, "If a Megami can't stand to be near you, you aren't fit for anything. Not even living."
There were exceptions to that rule, but the doctor knew this person wasn't an exception. When he'd begun to unwrap the man's mouth, he got a torrent of personal insults, aimed at the doctor's probable ancestory.
[Megamis didn't like him? What a surprise.] the doctor deadpanned to himself.
It was when Papacha added what activities the doctor's mother had been with fish that the doctor decided not to put up with the foul mouthed arrogant tamer.
"Well, mister Nanadan, I'm afraid that the ER team mistake the order. Instead of 'Remove Foot from Ass', they apparently removed something else. I'm afraid your taming days are over." the doctor replied.
Papacha spat at the doctor and began screaming curses. Well, until a helpful Megami stabbed him the ass with a tranquilizer and the doctor replaced the wrapping around his mouth.
"Skuld-chan, get him prepped for operating. The board may not have revoked his license, but I'm sure as hell not going to let him get away with saying that about my mother." the doctor ordered.
"Shall I alter the records appropriately?" came the inquiry from a DragonFair nurse, who, like the Megami, had taken an extreme disliking to Papacha.
"Go right ahead." the doctor nodded in approval. His mother may have been a Daimon, but you just didn't say that sort of thing about ANYONE's mother, especially when they were in charge of making sure you recovered your health.
"Oh, and Skuld, remember that auto-operating machine you've been trying to work the kinks out of?" the doctor inquired.
"Yes?" Skuld asked, knowing it had a tendency to do exactly what you wanted it to, but afterwards, it usually went out of control. The first time she'd tried to fix it, the practice dummy had fifteen gallons of saline solution pumped up it's anus. The last time, it had tried to 're-set' a pair of perfectly good dummy legs. The legs came out looking like a group of rabid SandyShrews had torn into them. Despite the malfunctions, every patient had a calculated 93.5% chance of surviving. It was just that most probably wouldn't do much for the rest of their lives.
"We'll be using that for the operation." the doctor answered.
"You're giving me another chance?" Skuld asked, her eyes sparkling with innocent glee.
The doctor nodded. After all, Souichiro Tomoe probably wouldn't have recovered from his schizophrenzia if it had been for Skuld's little accident with that shiatsu needle. He owed her a few more chances to test out her potentially revolutionary machine.
Besides, she wouldn't get in trouble. After all, Papacha had 'volunteered' for it. The paper work said so. Even had his signature.
Morning came. Lilica and Yuji stepped out of their tent refreshed. Ben stepped out of his tent haggard and looking exhuasted. Kei and his titmouse, Bambi, exited looking chipper.
"I've GOT to increase my endurance." Ben groaned. Sure, taming Bambi was easy, as the poor titmouse came and fell asleep after two strokes, but taming Kei was still as tiring as ever.
"What a beautiful morning." Yuji sighed, feeling invigorated.
"How the hell do _you_ do it?" Ben demanded, indicating the boy's chipper demeanor.
"My blood gift was a high recovery." Yuji answered.
"Lucky bastard, I only got high endurance." Ben responded.
"Hey, don't knock your gift. From what I heard, your Growlie is really enjoying it." Lilica told him.
"I know, but I'm going to die early unless I find a pokegirl with some actual endurance to keep Kei entertained." Ben replied as he forced himself upright.
Both groups packed up their tent and equipment and were ready to go shortly after breakfast.
"So, have you heard what kinds of pokegirls live out here?" Ben asked.
"Sort of. This area is famous for elf-like pokegirls. They appear, attack and vanish in the blink of an eye. We'd better be careful." Lilica noted as she pulled out a laptop and began typing.
It was about then that the quintet heard a cry of a pokegirl.
"Should we check it out?" Lilica asked.
"Of course! Someone might be in danger!" Yuji replied.
Dashing in the direction, they hurried through the forest until they reached a grove. The thing that grabbed their attention was the tamer who had lost his head. Literally.
The next thing they noticed was the group of four pokegirls. One was a timid pokegirl. Even at this distance, it wasn't hard to tell that the pokegirl had numerous cuts on her, but they couldn't tell what kind of pokegirl she was. The other three were Drow Zees (often call Drow for short). Drow Zees looked very similar to Elves, but had psychic powers that dulled the senses rather than the innate affection and affinity for plants.
"I'd hazard a guess that these are the pokegirls who have been attacking people around here." Ben noted.
The lead Drow was a tall woman with short silver hair that was combed forward. The next tallest woman had long silver hair that reached her buttocks and the youngest was as tall as Bambi, but had black hair with brown tints.
The second in command turned and caught sight of the two tamers and their three pokegirls. She hissed something to the eldest. The eldest replied, then turned to face the group while the two other drow watched the pokegirl they'd surrounded.
"Ah, more guests." the eldest said.
The group started briefly. Ben recovered first, guessing what the eldest was, "You were abandoned?"
"Abused is more like it. My former tamer rarely tamed me or even bothered to heal me. I was forced to live in pain while I was in his hands." the eldest responded haughtily, before adding more softly, "Just like this one was."
She stepped aside to show them how bad the pokegirl they had surrounded was. It was a Joltina, but one couldn't possibly miss the amount of blood was staining her fur. The blood was caked in some sections, denoting that the Joltina had been left without treatment for quite a while.
Yuji's face turned pale while Ben's eyes widened. Bambi hid behind Ben, Lilica turned her head and Kei winced. Both Ben and Yuji glanced at the tamer's dead body and any remorse that might have been held for the dead man evaporated faster than a snowball in an active lavaflow.
"What a fucking prick!" Ben snarled, glaring at the dead body, barely resisting the urge to spit on it.
"No kidding. I mean, how could anyone be so callous as to do that to a girl?" Yuji asked rhetorically.
Ben glanced back at the Joltina, then turned to Yuji, "Yuji, do you have any potions on you? I'm afraid I've used all of mine up."
"Sure." Yuji answered, pulling out a thin vial of pink liquid.
Yuji approached the lead Drow and handed it to her. Taking the vial appreciatively, the lead Drow turned and fed it to the Joltina. With a bright flare of pink energy, the Joltina's injuries vanished, but the caked blood remained. Sighing in relief, the three Drow turned to the group.
"Thank you for your help." the youngest Drow thanked them.
The eldest pulled out the Joltina's pokeball and returned her to it.
"This one is too domesticated to let loose in the wild, so would one of you take it in?" the eldest inquired.
"Sure." Ben answered, before adding, "But why just give her to us?"
"Though we were vicious in our attack against this tamer, we never attack arbitrarily. We know the value of kind hearts, especially in this cruel world. But we must continue to liberate pokegirls from the captivity of cruel trainers." the second oldest answered as the eldest looked both trainers over, as if considering something.
"If you'll excuse us, we've got to be going." the youngest began before being engulfed by a pokeball.
The second eldest, realizing that neither of the tamers in front of her had thrown that pokeball, spun to face her elder sister, only to be engulfed by another pokeball. Yuji and Ben blinked, wondering why the lead drow had captured her two younger sisters.
The Drow Zee had used her ability to numb minds in order to jump next to Kei, startling the Growlie as the fire pokegirl found three pokeballs in her hands, "Please, take the Joltina as well as these two and make sure they have good homes."
Silence filled the air before Yuji asked, "Why?"
The drow sighed heavily, her eyes reflected emotional exhuastion, "The mission they spoke of was...is still mine. They weren't abused, just abandoned. Besides, they're still young and the young should live first before becoming jaded."
The Drow Zee smiled weakly, "And to tell the truth, I don't think I'm going to stumble on a plethora of trainers like you two."
"But what about you?" Yuji protested.
"I'm older than you might think. Besides, someone's gotta stay around here to do what they can to right wrongs and take in the abandoned." she answered before she used her mind numbing ability to vanish into thin air.
Yuji stared at the space the lead drow had occupied for a few minutes before Ben patted him on the shoulder, "You okay?"
Yuji nodded, wiping a tear from his right eye, "Yeah, just... just thinking it was sad that she does this alone. She said she's older than I thought, but that didn't mean she had to be alone..."
"That's true, but it's her decision." Ben responded.
"But what if she goes feral or- or- or gets captured by a cruel tamer?" Yuji demanded.
"I don't have an answer for that, Yuji. The fact that she seemed to be pretty capable of taking care of herself makes it obvious that she wasn't exactly desperate for help." Ben answered.
Yuji was silent.
"Hey, it's not like she's telling us to go away forever. Maybe in a few months or a year, she might be willing to travel with a partner or something." Ben suggested.
Yuji arched an eyebrow, "You think?"
Lilica spoke up, "Anything's possible. Hell, Sukebe changed the DNA structures of thousands of women into those of pokegirls."
Yuji turned to the spot where he'd last seen the lead Drow, "Well, I hope she wants to talk to me when we come back."
Crimson League Tamer Rules
Getting a basic Tamer license is fairly easy, as the test is free, can be taken numerous times (though only people of a very low intelligence can actually fail) and covers basic information, like how to care and feed pokegirls. The basic license allows you six standard pokeballs. However, the basic Tamer license only allows a Tamer to own a maximum of SIX pokegirls.
The use of storage is NOT permitted for Basic License Tamers, however. Should a trainer with a basic license catch more than six pokegirls, he or she must then visit a pokecenter in one week and take a harder test for a Storage License, which costs a hundred dollars and can only be taken once a year (if you fail, that is).
Failure to take the Storage License test will result in any pokegirls sent to storage being released back into the wild or given to the next Tamer to pass the basic test. Most tamers prefer to take the Storage License test rather than let others have their pokegirls.
There is also a Pet License for people who only want to own three or less pokegirls and a Breeder License for those who want to have a large number of Pokegirls, but don't want to rotate any into storage, though these licenses have to be paid for and may have special requirements about housing conditions.
Crimson League Pokedex Entry
(Please note that all entries assume the vast majority,
which are usually wild)
Drow Zee, the Elf Variant Pokegirl
Type: Near Human
Element: Psychic/Magic
Frequency: Rare (Indigo) to Uncommon (Crimson)
Diet: Near Human Diet (Omnivore)
Role: Originally strike squads, but excellent at surveillance
Libido: Varies (usually Low to Average)
Strong Vs: Psychic, Poison
Weak Vs: Water, Electric, Fire
Attacks: Glare, Hypnotic Gaze, Shadow Teleport, Backstab
Enhancements: Infravision, high dexterity and agility, increased sense of hearing, immunity to poison
Evolves: Elf (mechanism unknown), Shadow Elf (Shadow Stone), Dark Maiden (evolves during orgasm), Golden Elf (Angel Stone)
Drow Zees have had a bad reputation which leads back to Sukebe's war. As they can teleport out of any shadow within fifty meters, they were the perfect operatives for strategic strikes. The first Drow Zees were usually paired with poison type pokegirls and were rather ruthless in their operation methords, which lead to the intense resentment towards them that has lasted to modern day, though the resentment nowadays is considerably lower. Most trainers simply avoid them rather than try and deal with them.
Drow Zees tend to be controlled in their shows of affection, though if they find someone they like, they will often act affentionately, giving presents and blushing constantly.
FarFetch'D, the Delusional Pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic
Frequency: Rare (Crimson) to Unknown (any other League)
Diet: Near Human Diet (Herbivore)
Role: Subterfuge and sabotage
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: None
Weak Vs: Varies
Attacks: Reflect, Absorb, Imitate, Counter
Enhancements: Copying the techniques of opponents, enhanced reflexes, increased high learning curve
Evolves: None
FarFetch'Ds were designed, along with their metamorphic sisters of the Ditto species, to counter the most powerful warriors in the human armies, but also infiltrate enemy bases and sabotage weapons and vehicles. However, FarFetch'Ds were found to have a critical problem. They often obsessed on styles, ideals, and/or other pokegirls to the point that they became dangerously fanatical about them. This wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't for the fact that they often locked on things like manga, cheesy B movies and the more impressive pokegirls. Ironically, while it helped them perform their duties, it became impossible for them to acknowledge that they are a pokegirl (or at least of the FarFetch'D type).
Once locked on an idea or a pokegirl type, they will imitate it as best as they can, to the point where they are actually confused for the 'Real McCoy'. They will even allow themselves to be beaten if their 'type' would lose. Most trainers who've dealt with them _REFUSE_ to keep them, often releasing them back into the wild or giving them to researchers.
Wild Horses & Pokegirls - Crimson League
Chapter 3 - Of Fullmass and Fitness
"So, who do you want?" Ben asked, staring at the three pokeballs.
"Well, I know that I probably won't want too many new pokegirls. I had too many before and I bungled them because I got too distracted with trying to keep them all active." Yuji answered.
Ben tossed him a pokeball containing one of the Drow Zee, "Then that one's yours."
"Where should we go now?" Lilica asked as they cleared the forest.
"Well, where are we?" Yuji asked.
Sighing, Lilica pulled out her laptop and began typing.
"GPS reads... nearest town is.... Fullmass." Lilica stated.
"Fullmass?" Ben asked, his face turning green.
"You know it?" Yuji inquired, seeing the sudden ill look on his friend.
Lilica blinked in confusion, before stating the obvious, "Well, if it's the nearest town, then we should visit. There should be a place where you can pick up more potions, at least."
"Oh, this will be painful." Ben sighed.
The last time Ben had been in the town of Fullmass had been approximately two years ago, when he was trying to find something to do that would get him a pokegirl to work with. It was _very_ unlikely that the town had changed since then.
Sighing heavily, he reluctantly followed Kei, Lilica and Yuji as they headed to Fullmass.
Yuka paused. She'd been getting a bad feeling about the town in front of her for quite a while and now that she was within viewing distance, she got the distinct feeling that this was one of those towns that _didn't_ need to be visited. She turned and began walking around the town from a safe distance.
Fullmass was notorious for three things. One, male bodybuilders; two, gyms that seemed to incorporate the streets as part of their domain; and three, a combined case of B.O. that forced Ben to send Kei back into her pokeball to keep her from puking. Lilica seriously considered retreating to her pokeball as well, but decided against it. Yuji still needed guidance and who knew what might happen to her master if she left him alone here.
"Hey, you little shrimps! Come work out with us!" came a challenge from one of the many bodybuilders.
"Yah, your pokegirl will love the size of your pecs!" was the added statement from a pec-wiggling muscle man behind them.
"Yuji, this is the town of Fullmass. They believe in narcissism, building their muscles, narcissism, taunting and narcissism." Ben said to Yuji, as if introducing him to an actual person, rather than showing a town.
Yuji took a quick glance around. It seemed that if someone wasn't working out on a training machine, they were oiling themselves heavily and posing in front of a mirror. Or in front of any non-bodybuilders like Lilica, Yuji and Ben.
"Look at my muscles and tell me you don't die creaming!" one oiled up muscle-bound stranger declared, flexing and posing for Lilica.
[I'm probably going to die of your B.O. before I 'die creaming'!] Lilica thought as she struggled not to gag.
"Have you _ever_ bathed?!" Lilica asked.
"Of course, but that was before I found out oil was a lot better for my complexion!" the stranger answered.
Yuji and Lilica shuddered.
"This is why I'd rather go to Fitness, two miles upwind. They believe in bathing. They also believe in letting tamer train with their pokegirls. This place just trains tamers." Ben answered.
"Incidentally, I hear they also have a Gym while this place is still applying for one." Lilica noted weakly.
Yuji, eager to leave after hearing that last stranger's remark, nodded, "Good enough, let's go!"
Nearby, another tamer, by the name of Junpei, was in heaven. His Airi-chan was the most surpreme Ditto ever. He would never get tired of her either. In comparison, his Elf Celcia, his Youma Mike (pronouned "Me Kay") and his CharAmanda Ritsuko were but rubbish. However, Airi had grown fond of their presence. Not one to upset Airi, Junpei kept them as well (even though he had to admit he too was fond of their company).
Airi usually kept her hair short and black. She was came up to Junpei's nose (not an easy feat as Junpei was 6'7"), and wore a stylish red pants-red jacket combo over a black shirt. She also took for forming pieces of jewelry out of her own body, but it didn't matter. Junpei was impressed nonetheless.
Then again, if Airi spun a paper cup on one finger and said, "Ta-dah!", Junpei would be impressed. Airi was certain that she would be more of a Tamer than Junpei would be. At least, while she was around, anyway.
Ritsuko, conversely, only came up to Airi's nose. She had long reddish-orange hair tied back into a ponytail. She had been a normal girl until she accidentally bumped in Junpei. The pokeball that had been in Junpei's hand opened and engulfed Ritsuko and that had been the end of Ritsuko's normal life.
Of course, Mike had come along as part of Ritsuko's protest. Even though Mike was a feral pokegirl and a youma at that, the girl didn't look too repulsive. She was even smaller than Ritsuko, with light purple skin and dark purple hair. If it weren't for the horns sticking out of her skull above her ears, one might could easily confuse her for an ordinary girl at about thirty paces. Even if she was about as intelligent as a teddy bear most of the time.
And then... there was Celcia. She was as tall as Airi, with short blonde hair and the traditional pointed ears. Her mother had been Elf, but her grandmother on her father's had been a Kitten, and despite the genetic longshot, Celcia had inherited cat-like blue eyes whereas her sisters had gotten normal elven eyes.
Celcia and Junpei never got along for too long. If it weren't for the fact that taming her was almost as wild as taming Airi, and that Celcia was very beautiful when she wasn't being a sarcastic bitch, Junpei probably would've made her his alpha. But that honor had gone to Airi.
Luckily, Airi wasn't the sort to rub it in anyone's face. She was fair to the others, despite the intense desires to keep Junpei all to herself and milk his manhood for every last gooey drop. After all, they were her friends and fellow pokegirls. If she alienated them, who would she be able to talk to?
"Hmmm, which way?" Junpei asked.
Airi looked at the fork in the road and responded, "You could always ask Celcia."
Junpei made a face as he pulled out a pokeball and opened it, expecting to see Celcia when a blue-haired woman popped out instead.
"Who is this?" Junpei asked.
The Amazonlee looked around with a glaze over her eyes.
"Junpei, what if someone switched this pokegirl for one of yours?" Airi asked, worried that one of the other girls was gone.
Panicking at the sight of a worried Airi, Junpei pulled out all of his remaining pokeballs and opened them. Two were empty (as one was Airi's pokeball), but the other three girls appeared.
"What is it? I was having a good nap." Ritsuko grumbled, yawning loudly.
Mike ignored everyone and looked at a normal flower that was very intriguing. Celcia wondered what the hell Junpei wanted this time when she noticed the new girl.
"Huh. Guess I got a pokegirl for free." Junpei noted.
"Who's the new girl?" Celcia asked.
Airi shook her head, "We don't know. Junpei was going to ask you which way to go, he pulled out a pokeball and *poof*, she was here."
Junpei pulled out his pokedex, set it to identify and pointed it at the girl.
[Amazonlee.]
"She's an Amazonlee? She looks more like an elf." Ritsuko noted, motioning to the girl's long pointed ears.
"Well, maybe one of her parents was part Elf." Celcia reasoned.
"Yes, but why hasn't she said anything or tried to leave?" Airi asked.
"Celcia, do some magic or somethin' to find out who her master was." Junpei ordered, not wanting to put up with another airheaded girl who stared at everything as if it were the most intriguing thing in the world. Mike was bad enough.
Celcia would have snapped off an biting retort, but approached the Amazonlee and gazed into her eyes. Instantly, the Amazonlee stiffened, then relaxed. Finally, Celcia broke away and the Amazonlee collapsed.
"I couldn't find any memories." Celcia apologized.
"You mean she's got amnesia?" Junpei asked.
"Even amnesia would leave hints or traces. It's almost as if..." Celcia began.
"As if what?" Junpei demanded, growing impatient.
"It's as if someone physically erased the memories." Celcia responded.
"But... even a Psychic pokegirl can't do that. It would take years." Ritsuko responded.
"A Magic pokegirl could. Magic can do all sorts of bullshit real quick. I wouldn't be surprised if there was an amnesia spell or somethin'." Junpei reasoned.
"But what would be so important that a Magic pokegirl would remove all memory from her?" Ritsuko asked.
"You forget, Ri-chan, that Magic Pokegirls aren't all good. But you're right, even they would leave something. She knows how to speak and various attacks, but she had no clear memories on where she learned any of it." Celcia noted.
"Celcia, could you sense any echo of who might have done it?" Airi asked.
"Yes, it was.... warm. Like they were trying to hug or something." Celcia answered.
"Meaning that either she had something traumatic occur to her or she learned something that caused her to go insane." Ritsuko replied.
"Why everything, though?" Airi inquired.
"Well, if everything in her life lead up to the event, then wouldn't everything she knew have to be erased to keep her from trying to find out what happened?" Junpei asked, surprising Ritsuko and Celcia. They knew Junpei had moments where he seemed a lot wiser and smarter than he was, but those moments were always startling, as he often did enough things to made people forget those occassions.
"But what could be so terrible that it required her to forget everything?" Airi asked as she knelt down next to the fallen girl.
"I did get a name, but I don't know if it was hers or someone else's." Celcia spoke up.
"What was the name?" Ritsuko asked, grabbing Mike's shirt as the short youma started to move towards the woods.
"Rapier."
About a mile down the right path from Junpei and company, Ben and Yuji had just reached the city of Fitness, where people could breathe without inhaling something foul on a more regular basis.
Lilica had opted to return to her pokeball when they had to pass through an especially foul-smelling section of Fullmass. Ben and Yuji never thought they'd envy their pokegirls so much until they caught a whiff of that particularly potent odor.
Fitness, luckily, was more open to the general public and had laws requiring a bath once every three days; whereas FullMass didn't require bathing and was open to men most of the time. Pokegirls could visit one week out of a month, but most had a sense of smell and opted not to.
"Hey, Yuji. I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I've got a little quest that I'm on and I'm also worried about that Joltina... I think I should probably get her cleaned up." Ben began.
"It's okay. I appreciate the help and inspiration you've given me. If you ever need any help, send Lilica a letter." Yuji answered, handing Ben a card with Lilica's email address on it.
"Thanks, man. Catch ya later!" Ben responded, heading for a small hotel.
Within ten minutes, Ben was in his newly rented room and was running the shower. The last thing he wanted was people to think _he'd_ done that to the poor girl.
He let her out and barely caught her. She had been healed, but she was obviously exhuasted. Once he got her cleaned up, he'd bring her to a center for healing.
The Joltina gave him very little trouble as he was the spots of caked blood off her fur. Once she was clean, he eased her out of the shower and to the floor where he reabsorbed her back into the pokeball.
Turning off the lights, he double-checked that he had the hotel key, locked the door and headed for a pokecenter.
Junpei was thinking. It wasn't a very easy thing for him, as fighting was his specialty, but he knew how some things worked and was trying to concentrate on it. First of all, finding Rapier's tamer was not going to work. Seeing as Junpei had lost an empty pokeball in favor of an Amazonlee, it was very likely that she was purposefully abandoned by her tamer.
Secondly, trying to restore her memory would likely be a painful experience and may lead them into serious trouble. Celcia has theorized that a Megami or a Drow Zee were likely the only pokegirls that could seal off memories that effectively. Or at least, the only ones she knew for certain could do that.
Thirdly, she was kinda cute and she was a martial artist too. The main thing Junpei had been complaining about was that no one else in the team could spar with him and now he had a pokegirl who'd be great to spar with.
"It's unanimous. She stays." Junpei declared.
Everyone stared at Junpei, who stood up and folded his arms across his chest, before asking, "Anyone got a problem with that?"
"Not really, Junpei, but what if someone comes looking for her?" Airi asked.
"Look, someone swapped one of my empty pokeballs for her, meaning they wanted a different pokegirl, no matter what. It's pretty easy to figure out that they ain't comin' back. And since trying to find her tamer is going to be impossible because, as Celcia pointed out, she has few memories, I'm not about to go on a wild goose chase just to return something someone didn't want." Junpei answered.
"Well, he does have a point. It's probably better for her if she stays with us." Celcia agreed.
Ritsuko decided not to comment. Instead, she hugged Mike, who continued napping.
Ben was glad that the there was an empty lot near the pokecenter that he could train in. Of course, the problem was that he'd only gotten close to Bambi and Kei. Pirotess (his silver-haired Drow Zee) and Lita (his Joltina) were still very uncomfortable with dealing with other pokegirls. And the fact that only Pirotess could converse with him would keep things moving rather slowly.
"Okay, the first thing we need to do is train. I know that neither Lita or Pirotess have been tamed, but because I believe that trust is an important thing to have with companions, I will work to earn your trust." Ben explained.
"Like now?" Pirotess asked, indicating their new clothes. Ben had managed to scrounge together t-shirts and shorts for the others so that they stay focused in a fight. Not only that, but he intended to buy them some Dragon Slave brand underwear (can withstand a full Dragon-class orgasm, guarenteed!) in case they had to face a whip, sword or thorn-wielding pokegirl.
"Right. I also won't force you or Lita into anything you aren't ready for. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them." Ben told her.
Lita whispered something to Pirotess, who struggled a bit to figure out what the Joltina had asked him.
"Lita asked 'what you plan do quest quest?'. I think she wants to know what your ultimate goal is." Pirotess translated.
Ben blinked, then shrugged in defeat, "I guess I'll try to enter the combat leagues. Fighting is about the only thing I'm good at."
Kei arched an eybrow. Ben responded quickly, "Besides that. And also, the sex leagues aren't very high on cash prizes."
"So, basically, you want us to train to fight for money." Pirotess stated.
"Well, yeah. I don't know much about your personalized abilities to know how to develop techniques with them in mind, but I want you all to be able to handle yourselves in a hand-to-hand fight." Ben replied.
"I suppose that's reasonable enough, and quite responsible too. I think I know why our eldest sister wanted us to go with you now." Pirotess told him, smiling a bit at his honest and well-meaning response, even if she didn't like the idea of being a prize fighter.
Ben blinked, "Huh?"
[Now, if only he were a bit less naive...] Pirotess thought to herself.
"Oh, am I interupting?" came an inquiry.
Ben turned to face a girl with long brown hair tied into a ponytail. Next to her was a taller girl with dark tan skin and similarly long black hair.
"Interupting? I don't think so. I was just about to start training." Ben answered.
"Well, this place looks pretty big," the brown-haired girl said, motioning to the large lot, "would you mind if we trained here too?"
"Not at all." Ben replied.
"I'm Yuka, a female tamer." she said.
"Ben. I guess it's a bit obvious that I'm also a tamer." Ben answered.
"I heard you were going to entering the combat leagues. Do you really think you'll be up to it? A lot of the pokegirls and tamers who enter are pretty good at martial arts." Yuka warned.
"Well, I'm not expecting to take first prize, but I think with some hardcore training, I could withstand a lot of what they kick out." Ben explained.
"Think you'll be in the King of Tamers this year?" Yuka asked.
"Well, only if I think I'm good enough." Ben responded with a mild sweatdrop.
Yuka smiled, "You might have a shot, if you don't give up. Anyway, how about a friendly challenge?"
Ben arched an eyebrow at that, "What kind?"
Yuka scratched her temple, trying to come up with a good explanation for what she intended, "Well, since I'm also entering the combat leagues, I figured I should test myself against various opponents. So, how about we share this lot for training, then at the end of a week, we see how good the other's team is?"
"That would be nice, but how about some motivation?" Ben asked.
"Like what?" Yuka inquired, a bit wary. She didn't know what some tamers might demand.
"How about winner gets the loser's money?" Ben suggested.
Yuka shook her head. She didn't have that much and she wasn't about to give any of it up, "No way!"
"Well, how about winner gets treated to lunch by the loser?" Ben tried.
"How about loser has to have sex with the winner's pokegirls?" Yuka counter-suggested.
Ben blushed, "Uh, huh?"
Yuka blinked in surprise. Usually, guys went for that idea, espcially after seeing Yuka's pokegirls. Some went after it trying to Yuka herself in the sack. Then again, Ben didn't seem to be the average tamer.
"Well, even though I don't like to admit it, some of my pokegirls might benefit from a guy's touch." Yuka admitted. It was the whole reason she'd suggested it. Besides, there _were_ some special techniques that only guys were capable of pulling off. Even a Dildorina had limits to the level that their technique could go.
"That's okay for you..." Ben began, his tone suggesting that while intriguing, the offer was more in her favor.
"And I do know some techniques that might benefit your pokegirls." Yuka responded.
"Know any techniques to help a girl's endurance?" Ben asked, motioning to Bambi.
"Oh, that's no problem at all. Actually, I have a pidgy that used to have a similar problem." Yuka answered.
Ben considered the offer.
"Then it's a deal." Ben agreed.
Ben groaned as he collapsed. After a strenuous workout, Lita and Pirotess had demanded a chance 'to get to know him better'. The fact that he'd managed to satisfy them was surprising considering how exhuasted he felt. And it didn't help that the other girls decided that one bed was all they needed.
Once the girls were asleep, Ben pulled out his pokedex. It was surprising what one could learn from it merely by glancing over it during meals or before bed. The pokedex was designed to be a decent 'how-to' guide to pokegirls and taming mixed with various other forms of literature and resources. It also happened to be great reading material when he was too exhuasted for sex, but not tired enough to go to sleep. The 'dex had been helping him fill a lot of the gaps in what little education he'd gotten by listening outside various classrooms.
For example, he had only recently learned what a 'dildo' was. He'd heard of Dildorina, but never connected the word 'dildo' with an actual item, especially not the enormous phallic items that most Dildorina had.
Hell, the only sex toys he'd ever seen were leather handcuffs and broken cell phone. He'd had no idea that there were things like vibrators or ball gags, or that rubber body suits could be used for sex. After all, one didn't want to get too close to tamers. Some were real pricks and enjoyed seeing kids get hit by a Domina's whip. And to think that all that time he'd spent just glancing at old magazines about desert shops, he could have been learning that whipped cream was for kinky sex.
The whip was another thing he'd learned about. It had led to the discovery of sadism and masochism or S&M for short. That sent him into a plethora of subjects, like the bizarre fetishes, sexual preferences and various phobias that had been discovered. He _had_ always wondered why every Psydyke that passed through town was so nice to the girls on the street, yet indifferent or downright mean to the boys.
The subject he was currently looking up was important to his motivation to fight. While getting Bambi's sexual endurance increased was important, Ben wanted to know if there were other reasons behind the sudden challenge from Yuka.
According to the dex, there were numerous types of pokegirls that had been scientifically proven to only evolve when a man had sex with them. This was quite the dilemma for female tamers as not even dildos and vibrators would cut it. There was something about the sexual release of a man striking a certain point inside of a pokegirl that stimulated them to evolve.
On the other hand, there were a plethora of pokegirls who could only be tamed and bonded to other females. The Psydyke was just one example.
The other reasons had to do with bizarre requirements put into them by Sukebe. Like Succubi. While they could be lesbians, they could only recharge their energy from a man. And then, there were the very rare cases of purely hetereosexual pokegirls.
The pokedex also explained that pokegirls didn't need to evolve in order to improve their health. There were many examples where exploration of the sexuality of a pokegirl could lead to vast improvements in physical, magical and psionic talents. There were even cases of pokegirls that were known to evolve by having sex with a new or different partner, despite the fact that they were of a species that needed evolution stones to evolve.
With all that in mind, it was becoming obvious that it might be useful to his other pokegirls to win. There was just one thing that was nagging at the back of Ben's neck.
Why the hell was everyone so trusting of his intentions? A female tamer showed up and after a brief conversation, wanted him to hump her pokegirls.
Ben had a lot of experience with humans and pokegirls in general, but most tamers tended to think of themselves as high society. They were rude, arrogant, spiteful, pig-headed...
Ben's thoughts paused as a realization hit him. Could the mere fact that he didn't automatically act like a pompous or arrogant jackass be _that_ awe-inspiring that he was considered... a nice and honest guy? And could that, in turn, draw people to him?
Ben considered the fact that he had gotten four pokegirls in as many days. If that pace kept up, he'd probably have a thousand or so in three years.
Ben shook his head. He was just being silly.
Youma, The Demon Pokegirl
Type: Semihuman
Element: Magic/Various
Frequency: Uncommon (Crimson) to Unknown (any other League)
Diet: Special
Role: Legions of Terror
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Normal
Weak Vs: Megami
Attacks: Energy Drain, Dream Eater (Everything else varies)
Enhancements: Enhanced reflexes, above average strength, speed and endurance
Evolves: Cardian (Youma evolved with Leaf Stone), Daimon (Youma evolved during stress, orgasm or battle), Droido (Daimon evolved with Moon Stone), Lemure (Droido evolved with Dream Stone), Demoness (Daimon evolved during orgasm), Dark Queen (Demoness evolved, mechanism unknown).
Youma aren't really popular, despite the vast variety, because most aren't attractive... to begin with. The only exceptions are often the domesticated ones, but there are, on occasion, moderately attractive feral Youma. The other problem is that they used to be the main stay of Sukebe's Legions of Terror, and despite the dissolution from long ago, roughly half of all Youma retain a bad temper.
However, the main reasons some trainers continue to tame Youma are first, that with every evolution, there's a good chance (sixty to seventy percent) that the Youma will come out more attractive than before; and second, that Youma tend to become much more powerful with every evolution.
Youma are also very difficult to maintain because of their wildly different food requirements. Youma and Cardians often need to drain health from other lifeforms, Lemures need to cause nightmares, Droido and Demonesses need to release negative energy. But many of these are merely standards. Youma and it's evolutions can vary in their dietary needs. A diet for Dark Queens has not be established.
Marble, The Statue Pokegirl
Type: SemiHuman
Element: Rock
Frequency: Unknown (all Leagues)
Diet: Special
Role: Ambush, Surprise Attacks, Defense
Libido: Low
Strong Vs.: Normal, Electric, Bug
Weak Vs.: Water, Grass
Attacks: Pose, BearHug, Harden, StonePalm, Flake
Enhancements: Enhanced defense and strength
Evolves: Brass (evolves through orgasm), Diamond (evolves with Diamond Stone), Ditto (evolves with Water Stone(?))
Marble pokegirls were designed as pieces of art combined with the capability of strategic military strikes. In the event that the enemy managed to retake a facility, Marbles were often lining the walls. The only way to detect a Marble, outside of moving it and checking later to see if it moved itself back, is to tickle it using abilities known to water or grass-type pokegirls. It is uncertain WHY Marbles are ticklish only to water or grass-types, but it is an undeniable fact.
The most surprising and amazing thing about Marbles is the fact that they can use 'Flake', a rock technique unique to their type that allows them to repair damaged sections of their body to look as if they had NEVER been damaged. They can even regenerate lost limbs at a pace of one limb a day. In fact, so long as a Marble's head or torso remains mostly intact (estimated 60%), it can regenerate it's entire body within a week.
A recent discovery was made that revealed the Marbles can transform into Dittos using a Water Stone. However, while documented, it was unrecorded and has yet to be confirmed by any researchers as Marble Pokegirls are invalueable in combat and thus, those trainers that do have them are reluctant to offer them up to test the theory or have already evolved them.
Wild Horses & Pokegirls - Crimson League
Chapter 4 - Fight Like You Wanna... Uh, Fuck?
Yuka was looking over her pokedex. Her father had always told her that "having a good idea of who you had, what they could do and what they were weak against" was the best thing for a starting tamer. She'd since gotten into a habit of reviewing her pokedex and her pokegirls shortly after a challenge.
She had Jun, a tanned-skin Peekabu with long black hair who was so muscular that she could've been confused for a Amachoke. Then, her oldest and closest pokegirl, Satomi the Flarea, who still had the short brown hair that she'd had as an Eva. There was her blonde-haired Milktit, Elena (which reminded her, Elena needed to be milked soon), who was a lot stronger than most would think and even capable of some fire techniques.
And then there were her two latest pokegirls, Tamao, a Pidgy with her brown hair braided into twin pigtails; and Hiyori, a Vaporita with long dark brown hair. Yuka had gotten both of the girls recently from a breeding farm that had been low on cash. They'd been eager to sell the Vaporita and Pidgy to keep the farm. Yuka'd only had them for two taming sessions and she was already feeling a bit attached to them.
All of her girls were domesticates, but they were very powerful regardless. However, from what she could tell of Ben's pokegirls, they were mostly ferals, meaning that in the area of raw power, Ben had a distinct advantage.
Her girls were all wearing their combat clothing, which had cost quite a bit as she had chosen to buy undamageable outfits. One could only buy so many pairs of cheap panties before it became more advantageous to buy better clothing.
The combat clothing was basically skin-tight black leotards with kevlar padding over it and an unknown fabric above that. It cushioned her girls from serious injury and could easily be considered armor.
It also felt nice and was fairly easy to remove, which was why Yuka herself had taken to wearing it on occasion. Right now, however, she was wearing her old white karate dougi, which she wore for training.
"Okay girls, we've got a match next week. I know it's nothing big, but I want you to do your best anyway." Yuka explained.
"Why are we doing this again?" Elena asked.
"Because he's the first guy that Yuka thought was a nice enough guy." Jun answered, picking her nose and flicking her findings away.
"Yes, he's a nice guy, but I don't know what that has to do with anything, Jun." Yuka answered.
"Oh, come ON, Yuka. Wake up and smell the pheromones. Every other guy that you've challenged, you've asked for money if you win. This was the first time you've ever asked for sex in return." Jun responded.
Yuka's face turned bright red.
"What?! She asked for sex from a guy?! Who is he?!" Satomi asked excitedly.
"He's not ugly, is he?" Elena begged.
"Nah, not bishounen either, but he's okay. I've seen worse." Jun responded.
"Oh my gawd, Yuka's first male lover! I hope he's gentle with you..." Satomi rambled.
"KNOCK IT OFF!" Yuka cried, before declaring angrily, "We have training to do!"
"You'll share him, won't you, Yuka? I mean, I've GOTTA try the guy you're willing to have sex with." Satomi said, ignoring Yuka's protest.
Yuka lowered her head in defeat. Maybe she'd luck out and Ben's pokegirls would be less experienced.
Doom, that was what was filling Ben's mind. Pirotess, Kei and Lita knew how to fight. Bambi was also able to fight, but she needed to learn how to fight without biting or clawing, just like Kei and Lita had to quit stopping and waiting for his approval.
The girls, in all, weren't that bad. They just needed a lot of refinement. More, Ben knew, than he could get in before the fight. He just had to hope that his fighting style was superior to what Yuka's. But, she probably won a lot of fights if she wanted sex instead of money, meaning her girls would be more experienced.
Regardless, he'd give Yuka a good fight.
The day of the fight came. Ben and Yuka stood at opposite sides of the lot, their pokegirls behind them.
"It's a double elimination match. You can't reuse a pokegirl. Recalling them forfeits the match. However, because I've got more pokegirls than you do, I won't use one." Yuka answered.
"That's all fine and well, but what if we tie?" Ben asked.
"Then you and I will fight. That should decide it." Yuka responded evenly.
"Right." Ben agreed.
"Since I'm the challenger, you pick the first pokegirl." Yuka told him.
"Lita." Ben called.
The Joltina slid forward and took a relaxed stance while waiting for her opponent. The fierce tone in her eyes, however, spoke that it was simply the calm before the storm.
"Hmm, Jun." Yuka answered.
"All right! It's butt-kicking time!" Jun chuckled, flexing her arms a bit before taking an open arm wrestling stance.
"Jun may not have the same level of raw energy that your Joltina does, but she's got ways around that." Yuka responded.
"Just because your Peekabu happens to have a lot of physical powers doesn't mean my Joltina is going to lose, either." Ben shot back.
Both girls charged forward, their battle cries resounding off the walls of the lot, as they met in the middle of the lot. Yuka knew the instant Lita leapt to the side that Jun was in trouble. The sudden blast of electricity didn't damage Jun as much as it might have, thanks to Jun's innate resistance.
Jun retaliated by trying to sweep Lita, but Lita danced over the sweep and launched another bolt at Jun, but missed. Or so it seemed. The earth exploded upwards and struck Jun, dazing her long enough for Lita to land and launch a jump kick. Already off balance from the exploding earth, Jun was caught flatfoot as Lita jumped kicked her into the hole. Jun struck her head, dazing her.
"Jun!" Yuka cried in concern.
Jun, however, was relatively fine. She leapt out of the hole and caught Lita in a crushing bear hug. Lita cut loose with a few blasts of electricity, but Jun wasn't affected enough for Lita to break free. After thirty seconds and no sign of Lita being able to break free, Ben sighed, "Give."
Jun and Lita stopped their struggle to look at Ben.
"Look, it's not a grudge match, okay? We're here to test our strengths and weaknesses. It's okay if we don't win a few matches." Ben responded.
"Well, what's your next pokegirl?" Yuka asked as Jun set Lita down and returned to Yuka's side.
The Joltina didn't look too happy, but Ben _was_ trying to forfeit without Lita looking bad. It was either that or feel her spine give. Lita rubbed her back as she hobbled back to Ben's side, making a mental note that Jun was a lot stronger than she looked.
"We've only been training for a week. Her pokegirls have had months to train together." Ben told Lita before answering Yuka's question, "Pirotess."
The Drow Zee walked forward and crossed her arms defiantly.
"Hiyori, give it your best." Yuka responded.
The Vaporita walked forward hesistantly. Her tamer probably knew what she was doing, but Hiyori wasn't so sure she could handle a Drow Zee. Hiyori cupped her hands in front of her and launched a blast of water at Pirotess, who faded like smoke.
Hiyori could only blink once before she found herself in a sleeper hold. A minute passed before Yuka declared, "Give."
"It would seem that we both need to train our pokegirls up." Ben stated.
Yuka nodded, smiling a bit. Her instincts that he was better than anyone would have guessed had been corrected, "Tamao."
The Pidgy nodded and flew forward. Ben considered the winged girl and turned to Bambi, "Bambi, you're up."
"Are you nuts?! Titmice are weak against avian opponents!" Pirotess blurted.
"I'm not nuts. Bambi can do this." Ben responded.
The timid mouse girl stepped forward, before Ben interceded and embraced her.
"I know you're scared, but she's less experienced than you." Ben whispered.
The titmouse blinked, then nodded. Ben smiled inwardly as he watched Tamao take to the air, causing Bambi to turn and run toward in panic, just as he predicted. Swooping down, the pidgy grabbed the titmouse and was prepared to dump the girl into a woodpile.
The titmouse realized her landing would be a painful one if she didn't act quickly. And pain can override fear. Reaching up, she grabbed Tamao around the neck, braced her legs against the ground and threw the pidgy into the woodpile.
The crash didn't look very pleasant. When the dust cleared, Tamao was obviously too dazed to recover. Ben helped her out of the woodpile and carried her over to Yuka.
"One more and we won't need to fight. I'm sure my girls will appreciate your techniques." Ben teased before returning to his side.
"Satomi, it's your turn." Yuka growled.
The Flarea stepped forward.
"Kei, go for it." Ben responded.
The Growlie faced the Flarea down before breathing out a torrent of flame. Satomi leapt over the fire and unleashed her fire spin technique, slamming Kei with her own flames.
Kei ignored the flames and charged, meeting a descending Satomi with an uppercut as Satomi lashed out with a kick. The two girls struck each other in the stomach and fell away. They quickly regained their footing and charged again. Unfortunately, Kei launched a punch, which Satomi ducked. Satomi unleashed a flaming uppercut and as Kei was still reeling from that attack, Satomi performed a spinning sidekick to send Kei to the ground.
Kei lashed out with a sweep, but Satomi hopped over it and unleashed a crescent kick, sending Kei onto her back, dazed.
"Kei!" Ben cried, concerned. All the strength in Kei's attacks was being negated by the Flarea's speed. Kei could only moan.
"Give." Ben answered as he hurried to Kei's side.
"Looks like we're tied after all." Yuka noted.
Ben nodded as he picked up Kei and handed her to Pirotess. Ben shucked his shirt and took up an aggressive stance. Yuka slid in her ready stance.
"What happens if we draw?" Yuka asked.
"We do each other's pokegirls. That simple." Ben responded.
Yuka nodded and charged, which Benm mirrored. Their fists met six times before they realized that they were thinking the same thing. Their knees and kicks were blocked by the other's knees and kicks.
She overextended herself with a lunging punch, leaving her open to Ben's rising knee and double-fisted hammer blow. She hit the ground with a choking cough, but returned Ben's favor with a sidekick to his stomach. Before he could move back, she did a small hand spring and caught him across the face with round kick.
They parted and regained their breath before charging again. Yuka tried a haymaker, which Ben ducked. Since her back was exposed, Ben caught her in a bear hug and began crushing her. However, he'd missed her left arm, which she used to try and elbow him. His right hand caught the attack, but it broke his bear hug, allowing Yuka to spin free. She launched a roundhouse kick, but Ben blocked the kick and caught her leg. Shoving forcefully, she wound up on her back with her legs spread and Ben pressing the back on her knees.
"This is rather embarrassing..." Yuka noted.
Ben realized their positioned and backed away in surprise, blushing intensely, only to catch a spinning sweep and Yuka's taunt, "Sucker!"
Pulling his face out of the ground, Ben growled, "No more crap! It's time for the finisher!"
Yuka nodded in agreement. They ran at each other and jumped, striking each other in the stomach with a ki reinforced blow.
They collapsed to the ground. A few seconds of intense panting, Ben asked, "Draw?"
"Draw." Yuka agreed.
"Man, is that a real shocker or what?" Ben inquired, forcing himself upright.
"Hell yeah. I guess we're both so good that we can't win in a fight." Yuka answered, forcing herself into a sitting position.
Ben nodded. Then, both of them collapsed again.
"I wonder if either one of them realized exactly how incredible that was." Elena noted aloud.
"Yeah, no kiddin'. No other guy has ever beaten Yuka." Jun nodded.
"Of course, she didn't use her full power." Satomi protested.
"Of course. She liked him, after all." Elena answered.
"Yeah, I was surprised she didn't try and do him when she had the chance." Jun snickered.
"You know her. When she's in a fight, she's totally focused on the fight." Satomi declared.
"Then I guess you didn't notice that little hip wiggle she did when his crotch was pressed against hers." Jun replied.
Elena and Satomi, who had been joking the entire week, stared at Jun, who had a straight face. Satomi's eyes widened as she stared at Yuka, "You mean she really-"
"Yup." Jun affirmed.
Tears of joy flowed down Satomi's face, "She's finally going to get laid!"
"Not today though." Elena sighed.
Satomi blinked and was about to ask Elena what she meant when she heard two snores. A slightly glance confirmed that both Ben and Yuka were asleep, their bodies demanding a headstart on their recovery.
Yuna was a happy female tamer. Mostly because she had so much fun. However, there was an urge in her, one to make everyone happy through her happiness. And she was looking for that one pokegirl who'd help her be happy enough to do just that. All of her pokegirls made her happier, but Yuna knew there was one in particular that would complete her heart. Her two current Alphas sighed as they realized Yuna was daydreaming again.
Yuri adjusted her shirt again wondered if they were going to get around to going places. One would expect, hearing that Yuri was a Shieldmaiden, that Yuri would want to stay in one place, but Shieldmaidens actually had a desire to explore, if cautiously.
Her partner, Polylina, was idly scratching her right ear, wondering if Yuna would rant about finding her 'One True Love' or if they'd listen to her comment about how cute they looked with the fake cat ears she'd gotten them all.
"Yuna, can we go yet? I'm getting bored." Yuri complained.
"You shieldmaidens are all the same. 'I wanna see this, I wanna see that'." Polylina snorted.
"Feh, at least I'm not a... a.... a Domina like you!" Yuri replied.
"You take that back! I'm not a lowly Domina!" Polylina growled.
"Then what _are_ you? You wear a mask..." Yuri said, motioning to the red mask Polylina wore.
"It's costume. I _HAPPEN_ to be a Kamen." Polylina responded.
"A common what?" Yuri asked.
"KA-MEN, not COM-MON! I'm a heroic warrior of justice who protects fair damsels!" Polylina answered.
"There's no such thing. Wait, you throw roses, so you must be a Boobasaur or-" Yuri began.
"I'M A KAMEN!" Polylina growled, pulling a sword swinging it towards Yuri, who blocked with her shield.
"I know, you might be a Bottomsprout, 'cause of all those flowers you throw..." Yuri murmurred, "Or you might be one of those... oh, wait! You must be a FarFetch'D!"
Polylina was seething at the implications that she might be like that deluded pokegirl type. All of _those_ girls ran around claiming to be something else and didn't realize how silly it was for them to be claiming to be what they weren't. And the thing that made it difficult to deny was that all FarFetch'Ds denied that they _were_ FarFetch'Ds and claimed that pokedexes were just malfunctioning.
"All those pokedexes were just malfunctioning." Polylina replied haughtily.
Yuri rolled her eyes as Yuna broke out of her daydream, turned around, and told both pokegirls in an enthusiatic tone, "Come on, let's GO! And stop fighting!"
Coming soon in Crimson League:
Yuna searches for her one true pokegirl love.
Ben and Yuka bang each other's pokegirls, then each other.
Ben, Yuka, Junpei take on Yamaken, Master of the Pose Dojo.
Trouble at a concert leads to the discovery behind the three new sensational music groups: The Spicy Girls, Sync'N, and The Backalley Boys.
Yet another tamer enters the game... Makoto Mizuhara?!
What of Team Cold Plasma? Will Leno and that Marble pokegirl he's working with continue their reign as the fake Trauma Team?
And a side story involving OH!Tori!, where Miki and Sayounji gang up on Touga. The author swears: No yaoi scenes! Is that possible with characters from a bishoujo series?! We'll find out!
Current Pokedex
Ben (Tamer, Level 10) - Kei (Growlie, Level 24)
Bambi (Titmouse, Level 14)
Pirotess (Drow Zee, Level 36)
Lita (Joltina, Level 21)
Yuka (Amachoke, Level 38) - Satomi (Flarea, Level 29)
Jun (Peekabu, Level 32)
Elena (Milktit, Level 27)
Hiyori (Vaporita, Level 19)
Tamao (Pidgy, Level 17)
Junpei (Tamer, Level 14) - Airi (Ditto, Level 18)
Celcia (Elf, Level 30)
Ritsuko (Charamanda, Level 23)
Mike (Youma, Level 10)
Reimi (Tamer, Level 42) - Chiho (Kunoichi, Level 30)
Rio (Jigglyslut, Level 23)
Maya (Dragonfair, Level 23)
Washio (Titmouse, Level 5)
Kaori (Amazonlee, Level 38)
Yuji (Tamer, Level 16) - Lilica (Merrrowl, Level 23)
Nanvil (Drow Zee, Level 26)
Sara (Drow Zee, Level 60)
See you again, A-kun
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Omake
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Yuji and Ben looked at the movie title, "The Taming of the Shrew."
Yuji shrugged, "I don't why that's so special, but let's see it."
"Naw, I'll check out this 'Teaching Ms. Tingle'." Ben replied.
Hours later, they exited with the theater with confused looks on their faces.
"How was yours?" Ben asked.
"It was okay, but I was expecting sex SOMEWHERE. I've never heard of 'Shakespeare', but you'd think with a name like that, sex would just lend itself to the movie." Yuji answered before inquiring, "And yours?"
"Had some sex, but I was expecting the teacher to do some massage techniques or something. Hell, she didn't even get any." Ben responded.
Celcia was laughing. Junpei was embarrassed. Airi and Ritsuko were snickering while Mike just drank her cocoa.
"Honestly, Junpei. Thinking an 'X-mas Tale' was about having sex during the holidays." Ritsuko giggled.
"HEY! They had to trim it to fit the poster and for the 'tale' part, I thought they'd misspelled 'tail'." Junpei answered.
"This is almost as funny as the time you demanded to see 'The Fly Gods Must Be Crazy Aliens'! You even beat the shit out of that one guy because you thought they just didn't want you to see it!" Celcia snickered out before bursting into fresh laughter.
"Look, if they'd separated the titles better... how was I supposed to know the movies were actually 'The Fly', 'Gods Must Be Crazy' and 'Aliens'? They didn't even space them correctly or nothin'." Junpei protested.