A New Level In The Food Chain

by Vendettadabeast

Taken from his world by mistake and now placed in a world filled with creatures created for war and lust. A dark faction tends to use him for their own personal gain,but they didn't count on him fighting back. Will the Beast from the steel city conquer this new jungle or will he fall prey to its predators? Yes its a Pokegirls fic and there will be a lot of adult material.

1. One Life To Live

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Metroanime was first to record and document the pokegirl world. Everyone who became involve with the world owes him a shout out of gratitude.

A New Level in the Food Chain.

One life to live

/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania/

A snowy day in the winter in the latest hours of the night a lone figure could be seen jogging on the side walk through the cold weather as cars and busses drive by. The figure was intent on making it to his destination, dressed in a black hoodie, black face mask, black gloves and black sweat pants and shoes. One would think the individual was on his way to make a robbery, but he had his mind set on other things than petty theft, he was focused on getting to where he needed to be.

"Almost there, just a couple more blocks. Damn I hope he hasn't closed up yet"

As he made round a corner past an apartment complex. He spotted his destination down the road. A corner store with bright lights signifying it was still open.

"Hell yeah!"

His destination in sight he started to sprint towards the store kicking up snow and almost slipping on ice as he made his way towards it. Getting closer to the store he could see a man inside making his way towards the front door.

"Shit, he's bout to close up!"

He sprinted faster down the sidewalk, jumping over lumps of snow in his path. Finally reaching the store slipping on a patch of ice in front of the door making him slide into the store. Almost bumping into the store clerk as he made his entrance.

"What the hell boy!" the store clerk yelled avoiding the collision.

"Sup Jojo, I need to grab a forty real quick"

"Dammit boy! You always come in for a forty right when I'm about to close up. I should throw ya ass out and make ya wait till mourning."

The boy chuckled at the old man annoyance of him. "Aww don't be like that Jojo. You know you enjoy the company ya old fart."

"Nobody wants yo damn company. Ya no good hoodlum." The store clerk scoffed at the boy. "Why the hell you got that ski mask on, ya look like ya bout to stick up somebody."

"Its cold outside I need to keep my face warm" The boy explained as he walked to the back of the store to the fridges that held the alcohol.

"Well ya best be careful. Walking around with that on make you look like a suspect and folks might get the wrong idea. Especially the police round here." The older man lectured. "Or you could be mistaken for a gang banger by some of these no goods out here" The store clerk walked behind the counter and waited for the boy to get his beer and bring it to the front.

"I ain't worried about no damn cops. As long as I don't give no reason they won't fuck with me. The boy boasted as he picked out an Old English 40oz glass beer bottle and shut the door to the fridge, then made his way towards the front counter. "Besides ain't none of these punk ass wannabe bangers is not gonna fuck with me. I'm probably the most dangerous person walking these streets anyway."

"Aight boy. Don't be thinkin you Billy badass, that's what almost got you hurt by those gang bangers last time." The boy put the beer on the counter for the store clerk to ring up.

"Hey, I won that fight and if you do remember those punks tried to jump me 3 on 1" The boy retorted as he fished out his money from his pocket to pay.

"I don't know if that was them being stupid, you can fight like hell or if that was plain luck, but you must have had god on your side that day. I don't even know grown men who can take being stabbed that many times and still hospitalize three people trying to jump them." The store clerk remembered the brutal fight that happened in front of his store vividly as he put the beer in a brown paper bag.

"That's because I'm the beast. They knew what they was getting into when they tried to sneak me." He took the beer and exchanged the money and then open the bottle and took a swig of it.

"Young'n you're lucky to be alive. Hell be glad the police didn't take ya little ass to jail for what ya did." The clerk came from behind the counter and walked the boy to the door.

"It was fuckin self-defense. Who in their right mind would arrest someone defending himself from being jumped and stabbed." The kid said making his way out the store. "Besides those three bitches are still alive, barely, but still alive."

"Kid, you just gotta stop getting yourself into trouble or something bad is gonna happen to ya, mark my words" The clerk opened the door for the boy to step outside.

"Yeah, yeah, look Jojo. I'm flattered you lookin out for me and all. But I'll be alright I can take care of myself."

"I'm just droppin some wisdom on ya boy, now run along and get home, it's late and I gotta get home to catch my Law and Order on T.V."

"Aight Jojo catch ya tomorrow old timer." The boy parted as the store clerk closed up his shop and locked the door.

Walking home while drinking his beer the boy took a shortcut across the neighborhood playground. He was half way across when someone yelled to him to get his attention.

"Aye there go that nigga right there!" the deep voice yelled from across the playground.

The boy turned around to face the voice but was met with the sight of five men running towards him at full speed.

"Shit!" The boy hissed and sprinted out of the park as fast as he could trying to put distance between him. He recognized the men as affiliates of the three guys he hospitalized earlier this week. They were all in a local gang with each other and out to get him back for what he did. He hopped fences ran through yards, jumped over cars. He did anything to try to shake his pursuers as they yelled out to him.

"Get yo bitch ass back here!"

"Don't try to run mutha fucka you know what's comin!"

"We gon get in your ass when we catch you!"

The chase went out onto the main street where at this late at no one was around to see what was going on. The boy slipped down an alley between two buildings hoping there was somewhere to hide. He had no such luck as there was nothing but a fence at the end leading to the old construction site.

"The mutha fucka ran down here!" One of the gang members yelled spotting him down the alley and signaling for him to keep running and climb over the fence. Running through the construction site he looked around franticly for a place to hide. He spotted an unfinished building and ran into it taking cover inside a closet in a nearly built room.

"Fuck I wish I brought my nine with me." He whispered to himself reaching into his pocket to search for what weapon he did have on him. "Switch blade and my brass knuckles, great that's what I'm workin with. Damn this sucks ass."

He stop talking as soon as he heard the gang bangers outside of the building he was hiding in.

"I saw him come in here, he gots to be here somewhere"

"Aye let's split up and search this bitch. I'll search over ya'll got check it out over there"

The boy couldn't see what the gang members were doing, but he could definitely here their movements. He listened as the each man went in separate directions to look for him. One stayed in the area he was hiding and started making his way towards the building. The boy heard each and every step the gang member took steadily as he checked the first floor of the unfinished building. The footsteps grew closer towards the room he was hiding in.

As the gang member walked closer and closer towards the boy position. The boy's heart started beating faster as he pulled out his knife for the confrontation that he was sure that would happen. The gang member was now in the room he was in knocking over equipment and bumping into machines trying to find his way in the dark.

"Fuck that hurt!"

The goon stubbed his toe on a particular machine searching behind it. Not finding what he was looking for, he scanned the room until he spotted the closet. He then started to slowly make his way towards the boy's hiding spot. Stepping, twisting and turning over any obstacle in his way.

Inside the closet the boy braced himself and readied his knife clicking the switch blade button flipping the blade free. The gang banger was getting closer and closer to the door. He reached out and grabbed the knob and began to twist it. Then before he opened the door a loud noise was heard from outside.

"Hey, I heard the nigga go back over the fence. Let's get em!" The leader of gang of thugs called out.

The thug abandon the closet and made his way outside the room bumping into things as he hastily made his way back to the construction site. The boy listened carefully as the gangsters jumped back over the fence and gave chase to the phantom noise. He sat there in silence for a few minutes to make sure the thugs were gone.

"Shit that was close." he sighed in relief.

The kid pocketed his switch blade and slowly opened the door and carefully made his way out of the closet. He started to make his way out of the building to leave the construction site. He suddenly stopped when he heard a suspicious sound.

"Shit, don't tell me they're coming back." He hissed moving back to the closet to hide again. Squatting down and hand on the handle of his switch blade he waited to see whatever was making the noise to either pass over or ambush them. When the noise started getting louder the boy became more paranoid looking out from the crack of the door to identify the location of the noise.

"C'mon, what the hell is making that noise?"

He searched and scanned but couldn't pin down the location of the sound. Then something strange happened. Suddenly a bright light flashed and blinded him and then engulfed him.

"SON OF A BITCH, MY EYES!" he yelled shielding his eyes.

What felt like several hours to him in the burning light was only a couple of minutes. Before he could see he heard something, it sounded like water large amount of water. The water was splashing loudly it sounded like waves. That couldn't be the nearest body of water was the Allegheny river and that was way downtown at the three rivers bridge. He was nowhere near either place he was not even outside. Then another sound caught his attention, it was footsteps more than one. He wasn't alone.

"Is that one of them?" A sultry feminine voice asked.

"Kinda small isn't he." This voice was also feminine but deeper chuckling with a slight growl.

"No, he's not the one we're looking for." This female's voice was calmer and authorative.

The three women footsteps were drawing closer to the boy. When they were upon him that was when his vision came back to him. When he opened his eyes he surprised to who was standing in front of him. One very tall woman, the tallest of the three. Her gigantic size towered over the other two, but that wasn't what was odd about the woman. The boy seen his fair share of amazon height girls. No, what rally grabbed his attention about her was her somewhat realistic leather brown skin and hair made of gray feathers that went down past her shoulders. Her hands and feet were clawed and the nails looked wickedly sharp.

She was gorgeous looking despite these weird facts, she was very attractive. Her body was very muscular but didn't take away from her feminine appeal. Her breast very big, he couldn't tell what cup size, but they were sure more than a handful. Her posterior was rather plump in a good way to enhance her beauty. Above that plump rear hung a very long, strong, thick leathery tail the same color as her skin waving back and forth. She was also stark naked. Her large brown nipples visible on her ample breast. Her vagina visible to everyone to see hairless and smooth. Her being naked almost distracted him enough away from her strange animal like features. Her smile show two rows of large sharp inhuman teeth.

The next girl smaller around the same height as the boy. She was pale skin, so pale that it was almost white. She was dressed in what look like a slutty black & red jester costume. The outfit was skin tight to fit and show off the girl's attractive figure. Her face outlined with black make-up painted on her eyes and lips. Her brunette hair slightly visible but mostly covered by the costume. Her bust that was exposed through a window on her costume were large, but not as large as the lizard like girl but enough take fill a palm of a hand.

The last woman the shortest, smaller than the boy but not too small. She was just as pale as the jester girl, but instead of clown like costume or an animal suit like the two that were with her. She adorned a black revealing dress. It showed a great deal of flesh and her ample cleavage a little bigger than the clown girl, but smaller than the giant lizard girl. Her midnight black hair flowed down to her shoulders and purple highlighted bang that covered her right eye. She was undoubtedly beautiful. Even though she looked the most normal out of the three women. The one thing that stood out most about her were the tattoos the girl sported all over her body.

One tattoo that caught his attention a black rose on her neck. It was accompanied by its stem and thorns wrapping around her neck to complete the art.

"Who the hell are you and how the fuck did I get here?" The boy asked staring down the women and silently admiring their beauty. It was at this time he also took the time to look at his surroundings. He was definitely not in the construction site or even the city limits any more. It was still dark, but now he was on some sort of beach and looking towards one end of the beach he found his source of water. It was too dark to make out everything, but the moon gave a significant amount of light.

"Aww, that's no fun how about you tell us who you are cutey?" The clown girl asked teasingly.

"Behave Josey." The tattoo girl ordered, before giving attention back to the boy." Now answer the question boy. Who are you?" It was an ordered just like the one to the clown girl.

"I asked first, who you are and where the hell am I." The boy said defiantly.

"Feisty kid isn't he." The Amazon lizard costume girl chuckled.

"We're the ones asking the questions boy, now tell me who you are" Tattoo girl once again commanded this time more stern and menacing.

"You know what, fuck you three freaks and you're weird ass Halloween costumes. I'm out of here." The boy snapped at the tattoo girl then turned around to leave. He then felt a very strong grip on his shoulder that kept him from walking any further. He turned his head to see the amazon women giving him a vicious smirk. Showing unusual strength, he could have sworn he heard his shoulder bone creak at her grip.

"Where do ya think you're going boy." Her smile was full of teeth, which looked way to sharp to be human.

"Get the hell off me now." He said this as slowly and intimidating as he could.

"Or what tiny?" It was more of dare than a questioned as the toothy smile turned into an amused grin. The boy looked closer at the tall woman her costume looked very realistic. The tail he was wondering how she got it to move on its own and the leather skin looked to real to be a costume.

"You will answer, my question child and you will submit to my will." The tattoo girl was now trying to command the boy. "Now answer me!"

At that moment the boy struck, he kicked the lizard woman in the stomach to lessen her grip on him. He then with a swing of his arm he made contact on the side of her face with his elbow. The blow sent pain through the boy's elbow, it was like hitting stone. He ignored the pain and backed up away from the amazon and surveyed the situation while getting in a fight stance weighing out his options to either fight or run.

"Heh, you got some fire in you boy. I like that." The smile on the lizard woman's face was now a blood thirsty one. "I'm gonna have fun with you."

Before the boy could even blink she was already on him. Just in a split of a second he ducked under a punch that was almost faster than he could see. He countered with his own punch hitting her in the stomach full force, hurting his hand on impact.

"Dammit what the fuck is she made of." He thought to himself trying to block out the throbbing in his hand.

He looked at the lizard woman and seen she still had the smirk on her face and that the punch did not affect her at all. It seemed more like it excited her.

"Heh, that was a good one boy. You might actually last a little longer than most males." She laughed at him.

"Themba, enough playing subdue him." The tattoo woman ordered. "We can question him back home."

"Aww, looks like fun time is over, but don't worry I'll play with you later." Themba grinned viciously at the boy.

The kid started getting worried the lizard woman seemed incredibly tough. He wasn't going to be able to take her down with just his fist. He was weighing out his options of fight or flight again. He looked around to see if there was anywhere he could escape. There was nothing he could escape to or try to hide in, it was nothing but beach and sand as far as he could see. "Shit, where the fuck am I." He whispered to himself.

Before he could finish his thought Themba was right in front of him.

"Eyes on me short stuff." she punched him hard in the stomach making him gasp for air and fall on his knees trying to catch his breath.

"Bitch!" he growled out through his teeth in pain and anger. He felt like a sledge hammer had been driven into his gut. He couldn't believe how freakishly strong she was, he was sure she broke one of his ribs.

"Poor baby, did that hurt?" Themba teased picking him up by the collar then slamming him down to the ground holding him there. "Don't worry mommas gonna kiss it better." She chuckled as the boy squirmed and thrashed under her grip.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" The boy yelled as loud as he could.

"Silence him" The Tattoo girl ordered.

"Yes mistress." Themba answered before looking back at the boy. "Time for bed boy." She slammed his head to the ground making him fall limp and out like a light. "He had some fire in him, didn't think he'd be that much fun."

"Remove his mask." The leader commanded.

Josey walked over to the boy and took off the boy's ski mask to reveal his face. A very young man of African descent.

"He's definitely not the one we're looking for" The tattoo girl examined the boy closely. "He's younger than I expected, he's a mere babe"

"Mistress, how did he come through if he's not the one we're looking for?" Josey asked.

"I don't know Josey, but she's not going to like this when she hears about it" The tattoo girl sighed still looking the boy over.

"I guess we got to dispose him then, a shame he was fun." Themba said.

"No, he might not be the one we want, but he's still useful. He's pure human and one of the descendants of the ancient humans of this land before the creator's war. He's rarity among pure humans, he will be worth something." The tattoo girl continued her inspection of the boy. "He also may have knowledge of the one we are looking for and knowledge of the others."

"So, you're gonna keep him as a pet mistress?" Josey inquired hopefully.

"That will be decided later. For now we have to take him home and report what happened." The tattoo girl smirked deviously. "Our new little toy has a very busy schedule ahead of him."

HARLEQUIN, the Trick-Mistress Pokégirl

Type: Very Near Human
Element: Psychic/Dark
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: human style food
Role: entertainers, pranksters
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Poison, Psychic
Weak Vs: Bug
Attacks: Foresight, Quick Attack, Flash, Hypnotic Gaze, Metronome, Tickle Fest, Darkness, Entangling Darkness, Shadow Possession, Dark Goggles
Enhancements: Enhanced Senses (Auditory, Visual,x4), Enhanced Agility (x5), Affinity (Magic), Intuitive Aptitude (Summoning Magic)
Evolves: Jokette (Mana Crystal), Lady Luck (Dream Stone)
Evolves From: Trixie (normal)

The Harlequin has always been a rather confusing Pokegirl for researchers. To some the breed represents a shred of humanity inside the darkening heart of Sukebe, a final desire to see joy in the world. To others it is simply another odd creation of a mad man at worse, or morale booster for his troops at best. Whatever the case the Harlequin is a truly unique Pokegirl breed with a rather interesting approach to… well just about everything

First is their appearance. Upon evolving from a Trixie Harlequins usually grow a few inches into any of the human norms and will occasionally go up a cup size as well. Unlike the their past form Harlequins dress a bit more seductively. They still tend to favor clown or jester style garments, but they generally tend to show more skin or fit a bit tighter, and their make-up, while certainly unique, is never as overdone as to take away from their sex appeal. As a rule, bustier Harlequins tend to avoid white make-up and purple clothes in order to not be mistaken with their more infamous evolution, the Jokette.

Harlequins are natural jokers, pranksters, and entertainers. Each and every one of them has an astounding sense of humor. This is more than likely due to their psychic abilities, allowing them to develop the perfect jokes for their audience. They tend to walk the line between Trixie and Jokette when it comes to their comedy. While they would never seriously injure somebody (That they don't hate) Harlequins can enjoy more physical pranks, often setting people up for smalls slips and falls with exaggerated end results. Yet even when their pranking goes the physical route, their targets still can't help, but chuckle at their antics. Like many dark types they tend to favor chaos although in a less destructive way. A harlequin would find more joy in a wild party than they would in something like a riot.

They tend to battle in a similar fashion. It has often been stated by Pokegirls that the Harlequin is the only breed capable of making losing fun. Through out battle they tend to tell a series of jokes in an effort to either irritate their opponent or make them laugh their ass off. Aside from their textbook attacks Harlequins tend to summon various props to help them in battle, often those used by clowns or magicians. They'll use tricks like endlessly tied scarves to bind their opponent, a chemically altered pie to the face to leave some form of status ailment, or a seltzer bottle fired water gun. Higher level Harlequins sometimes summon other Pokegirls. One popular trick used stronger Harlequins involves summoning a tiny car only for numerous Trixie to explode out and grab their opponent. The few weapons they use are usually blunt and comedicly large. Since they don't enjoy pain when they go for a physical strike they prefer a one hit K.O. like a giant mallet to the back of the head.

Harlequins tend to get along well with most of their evolutionary branch. Trixie view them as mentors and will often ask them for comedic advice. Lady Lucks enjoy their pranks to a slightly lesser degree ,but enjoy them none the less and often try to teach their sisters the games they learned fro their evolution. Their relationship with the Jokette breed is a bit more complicated. There is something about the charisma of Jokettes that can draw Harlequins closer to them. Jokettes tend to view them as mildly entertaining and will usually keep them around until their use or fun runs out. Once this happens the Harlequin will meet the same fate that most people who cross the Jokette will. Because of this, most domestic and threshold Harlequins will avoid a Jokette like the plague, but ferals tend not to know any better and get sucked right in.

In terms of harem dynamics the Harlequin isn't often found in the harems if serious tamers. Their rather loud and attention grabbing personalities along with a lack of seriousness makes them very annoying to conservatives and even liberals find their nature to be a bit much when traveling through feral infested areas. They don't make great Alphas, not being much for responsibility, but their psychic abilities and a strong desire to see others happy makes them decent betas. Unlike many more relaxed Pokegirls, Harlequins don't annoy serious 'girls too much because they know their limits. A Harlequin is just about one of the only people aside from their tamers who can make a Cuntdor smile.

Sex with Harlequins is pretty much average. If not painful or completely repulsive, a Harlequin will usually indulge their tamer willingly in their fetishes. They tend to talk dirty, but their sex talk sounds like it came out of a bad porno and you really can't tell whether their trying to get you laughing or horny. They make decent sex battlers, having the average Pokegirls endurance and a slightly higher than average pleasure threshold. In sex battles they tend to try to tickle the resistance out of their partner before dominating them.

Ferals are rare, having the agility necessary to stay out of the average predators mouth, but nothing else that really helps them thrive in the wild. They can still talk and tell jokes, but they tend to be based solely on the Harlequins sense of humor rather than the psychic jokes of a tamed Harlequin. Their intelligence drops a bit and many Harlequins find their pranks backfiring. Threshold cases follow the same pattern of those of the Trixie. They usually don't notice they are Pokegirls until they are forced to use inhuman agility or their taste in clothes and make-up change radically.

TYRANNODAME, The Tyrant Dinosaur Pokégirl

Type: Near Human - Inhumanoid (Tyranosaurus Metamorph)
Element: Dragon/Rock
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Dark Continent only)
Diet: meat, preferably swallowing whole bodies in their Battle Mode.
Role: super-weapons of Sanctuary, ultimate terror of Sanctuary
Strong Vs: Dragon, Electric, Fire, Flying, Plant, Poison, Water
Weak Vs: Ice, Plant, Steel
Libido: Low
Attack: Bite, Tail Slap, Dragon Claw, Harden, Roar II, Teleport, Hyperbeam, Mega Flare, Diamond Tail, Quake, (Battle Form only) Diamond Tooth
Enhancements: Metamorph (Alternate Form), Enhanced Durability (x5), Enhanced Strength (x25), Enhanced Senses (Olfactory)(x15)
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Dameosaur (Dawn Stone)

When the first Dameosaur came to be functional in 214 AS/2206 CE, the metamorphic reptilian humanoid became the Pokégirl species that the Goths of Sanctuary would pin their hopes and dreams on, the caring lover and loyal servant, the steadfast protector of everything that made Sanctuary what it was. The species proved to be a versatile breed as the numerous DNA schematics that were already predisposed in the Dameosaur's genetic makeup from the surplus left in Sukebe's labs to enhance their usefulness would later come to the forefront in Dameosaur's evolved breeds, the flying Pterodames and the water-borne Nessidames. With protectors of the land, sea, and air, Sanctuary was assured that there would be nothing that could stand against them should they have to battle.
The species had already proven their merit in three Frontier Wars and were poised to become the symbol of Sanctuary's might. Yet still, even with these protectors, all was not right with Sanctuary. There has been a cold war that raged through the heart of Sanctuary since nearly its conception. The often whispered about and incredibly deadly Terminatrix served as the one dark spot on the otherwise spotless record of what it was that made the Goths feel that Sanctuary was a paradise. This was a Pokégirl species that the Sanctuary Goth had no clue as to why they hated them as they did, and the Goths knew that they needed to do something to protect all that was important to them from the Demon Dragons.
Nearly eighty years later, 299 AS/2301 CE it would be Miss Lindi Valiant, member of the Council of Twelve and one of Sanctuary's Founders that would discover a way to fend of the enemies of Sanctuary, known as the Terminatrix.
Using the recently discovered Evolution Stone known as Dawn Stone, Lindi Valiant would devise a ceremony that would allow her to use the Dawn Stone to tap into the genetic potential that was already within Sanctuary's Dameosaur soldiers. As the Dawn Stone was an Evolution Stone that was all about taking the hidden potential of a Pokégirl and turning her into a superior version of what was already there, it was understood that the stone could possibly have an effect on the Dameosaurs.
It did.
What would come to be from using a Dawn Stone on a Dameosaur would be the creation of a Pokégirl of incredible power and rage. Drawing upon the Rock-type element of the Dameosaur, the Fighting-type potential known through the species and their other evolutions would be completely lost and replaced with one of the most powerful elemental types: Dragon. Now such incredibly large and powerful creatures, it was understood which genetics already within the Dameosaurs contributed to the new form they would possess as well as their new name. Sanctuary's newest, most powerful creations would become known as Tyrannodames!
A Tyrannodame in her normal mode would resemble a dark brown almost leather-skinned humanoid around 8' in height with a D-Cup chest and a thick tail above her posterior that is as long as she is tall. The tail is somewhat prehensile; a Tyrannodame can use it for various function, though mostly stabbing with the tip. She possesses long and firm dark gray feathers for hair that branch down from her head, usually just past her shoulders. More importantly however, is that unlike the other species of the Dameosaur and evolutions, a Tyrannodame in normal mode possesses numerous attack capabilities, allowing her to combat threats in areas too enclosed for her battle form.
When a Tyrannodame assumes her battle mode, the Pokégirl takes on the traditional form of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, (the Dragon Claw technique is shifted from hands to feet) that stands 13' in height and is 42' long from snout to tail. In this form they can run around 25-45 mph and possess not only incredible physical might but an enhanced sense of smell. When they start tracking something, they won't stop until they've either caught it or killed it, albeit the latter seems to the prominent choice. Tyrannodames in battle mode are incredibly versatile in battlefield strategy. They can work effectively as lone hunters, in a pair of soldiers, or even small packs of warriors, as long as they're supervised by a Sanctuary Goth.
The Tyrannodames need a Sanctuary Goth to lead them in combat is an important factor as when they are in battle mode, they have trouble thinking for themselves. Even though they are of average intelligence when in normal mode, when a Tyrannodame takes her battle mode, her mental capacity decreases to the same stage of mental development as an average feralborn Pokégirl, making them difficult for anyone but the Tyrannodame's owner to control since on a genetic/subconscious level, they programmed to follow the will of their owner.
Unlike the others of their species of Dameosaur, Tyrannodames, for unknown reasons that boggle and aggravate the Sanctuary Goths, have the capacity for a bisexual nature. This aspect has been kept secret from the male populace of Sanctuary's satellite cities and has made it so that any Dameosaur that are evolved into Tyrannodame are bonded with a female partner immediately so they do not fall into the control of the pets in Sanctuary out some force outside of the Dark Continent. The possibility for destruction should a male get a hold of a Tyrannodame would be catastrophic.
Since their creation, the numbers of Tyrannodames have been low due to the fact that Dawn Stones are the rarest of all Evolution Stones. The Council of Twelve member Lindi Valiant is taking a personal hand in the matter to raise numbers, including using all resources available to Sanctuary to gather these Evolution Stones, as well as practice with artificially-induced Parthenogenesis.

SANCTUARY GOTH, the Ebon Soul Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic/Psychic
Frequency: Extremely Rare, Rare (Dark Continent)
Diet: Human-style foods
Role: Would-be saviors, busybodies.
Libido: N/A
Strong Vs: Fighting, Poison
Weak Vs: Ghost, Bug, Dark
Attacks: Aura of Danger, Aura of Menace, Aura of Love, Aura of Command, Aura of Fear, Aura of Doom, Call Me Queen, Aura Barrier, Aura Sensation, Teleport, S.E.P.
Enhancements: Suppressed Pack Mentality, Gift of Sight
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Almost Any (Ebony Stone)
Classified: Information beyond this point is on a need-to-know basis and must never reach the public. Unlawful disclosure of said information is punishable as a capital offense in all leagues.
For years, rumors have circulated the leagues about a breed of Pokégirls who do not require taming, and who live independent of humans. Although such rumors have continuously found their way into tabloids and bar room gossip, they have never been substantiated, and most dismiss them as idle fantasy. Unfortunately, they are wrong. The Sanctuary Goths, as they have dubbed themselves, are the culmination of the leagues' worst nightmares. Living in secret on the Dark Continent, these Pokégirls, if one can still call them such considering that they need neither taming nor master, are the greatest danger to world peace since the Revenge War.
Although the details are unknown, it is generally agreed that the creation of the first Sanctuary Goths (or S-Goths, as they shall henceforth be referred to) occurred in 196 AS. Purportedly, twelve Pokégirls of various breeds discovered a laboratory of Sukebe's. Therein, they were exposed to some manner of "enhancement" device that suppressed the subconscious need for a master to stave off the feral state, and thus the need for taming to stay sane. Their bodies were also physically transformed into Very Near Human types, similar in appearance to the "Goth" breed, but generally retaining hair and eye color from their previous forms.
Since that time, a pseudo-evolutionary stone, the "Ebony Stone," has been identified as being able to, unfortunately, catalyst the creation of more S-Goths from almost any other breed. Upon this "evolution," a Pokégirl loses any animalistic or otherwise inhuman traits, becoming almost identical to a human female in form. Her hair and eyes, however, remain their original colors, and change of breast size is proportionate: although rarely do S-Goths have larger than a D-cup, those who were more well-endowed before evolution will end up around D, whereas those with the D range or so may end up with a generous C and so on. This trend seems to reverse at the lower extremes, however, with A's rounding upward towards a moderate B. The skin of S-Goths also generally becomes pale, although some specimens have been observed to prefer a tan, and a series of tattoos that reflect the S-Goth's personality and background appear on her arms. Although generally black or another dark color, the color of these markings can vary greatly as well.
In addition to these innate traits, however, the vast majority of S-Goths share many other traits. Although these are considered cultural and would normally not be included herein, the circumstances of S-Goth existence dictate that such information be treated as pertinent. In addition to the natural tattoos that appear upon evolution into an S-Goth, many individuals have been known to add additional markings to their skin, often on the legs, but full-body tattooing isn't unknown. A penchant for dark, moody attire also appears to be a common characteristic, one which is often accompanied by similar hairstyles; this is (combined with their shadowy tactics) what has earned them the nickname of "Dark Angels." Many of these tastes are, however, somewhat affected by holdovers from the previous evolutionary form when applicable and so this is by no means the last word on the subject.
In mentality, on the other hand, there is actually very little innate change after evolution to an S-Goth. The only notable aspect in this regard is that which has already been mentioned; their bodies no longer require a tamer to remain tame, and so the ability to form alpha bonds is suppressed under most circumstances. However, the evolution itself does nothing to destroy the existing loyalty of a pokégirl to her master, and it is for this reason that few harem Pokégirls are evolved by Sanctuary. Rather, the evolutionary jump is generally induced in those who have been saved by Sanctuary and indoctrinated in the views and ideals that are ostensibly the base for Sanctuary society. As such, the mindset that will be detailed as "average" herein would likely not be found in an S-Goth evolved outside of that influence.
Regardless of why, however, the general S-Goth mindset is insanely liberal. Officially, the majority believes in "parity," or a theoretical state of equality between humans and Pokégirls. In actuality, however, this belief is somewhat euphemistic; Sanctuary's policies advocate a hideous role-reversal, in which S-Goths may chose a "good" tamer and make him her "pet." Under this system, the S-Goth is considered the dominant member of the relationship, and would be permitted by Sanctuary law to treat him almost in the manner which a human may treat a Pokégirl. The ostensible purpose of this policy is to allow a parthenogenic breed to reproduce, but this has long since been antiquated.
It should be noted, however, that most continue to express an almost fanatical belief in parity and equally due to their indoctrination, despite their blatant lack of its practice. As such, terms such as "tamer" and it's variants, or even "master" too a lesser degree are social taboos and most S-Goths find them almost impossible to say. The exceptions are, unfortunately, those who venture into the world at large, however. Due to the ambitions of Sanctuary, many of its daughters have done their best to quietly infiltrate league governments around the world, although they've been more successful in some places than others. They have also been known to pose as female tamers on occasion, but thankfully they do not possess the ability to tame Pokégirls out of feral or to form the same type of alpha bonds with them as a human would, although delta and recognition are still within the realm of possibility and the Aura of Command (see below) is often substituted for a bond. It is also important to note that denizens of Sanctuary will never refer to it as such outside of its confines; rather, it "should" be referred to as "You-know-where." This practice is also popular among its supporters, and even with some of its adversaries.
Perhaps the biggest reason for an S-Goth to pose as a tamer is that, interestingly, they are very unsuited to combat. None of the breed's default techniques are offensive, and their bodies aren't at all enhanced in the way that most breeds are. This means that they're surprisingly fragile, and usually can't take more punishment than a human. As such, they are generally not the best combatants on their own, although they do have a fairly decent potential to cast magic, being partially of that typing.
This has lead to, as stated, the adaptation of tamer roles in the outside world, as well as the creation of several "Guardian" breeds for Sanctuary itself, both of which are very unfortunate. However, when an S-Goth does involve herself in a battle, the signature "aura" attacks in her possession are excellent for a supporting role. One known technique is to combine "Aura of Menace" and "Call Me Queen" with the effects of "Aura of Command" to totally dominate an opponent and take control of her for the duration of the battle. Aura of Danger, Aura of Fear, and Aura of Menace are also useful in preventing direct attacks against the S-Goth herself from non-dark types. It has also been noted by some that, when an S-Goth utilizes her "aura" techniques (aside from Aura of Love), she seems to gain dark "wings" of psychic energy.
Finally, when it comes to taming (or whatever euphemistic term you might prefer), the only real distinction the S-Goth possess is a Sex Attack known as "Aura of Love." This technique allows them to reinforce feelings of lust and attraction that those around her feel towards her, as well as making her own actions appear more enticing than they actually are. Other than this, their preferences generally carry over from their previous forms, and thus are very hard to get an average for, although most of those indoctrinated in Sanctuary's ways prefer to be the dominant partner.
Addendum - Further Classified: Information beyond this point is on a need-to-know basis and must never reach any government known to sympathize with Sanctuary.
A breakthrough! Data has recently been obtained to illustrate that Sanctuary Goths are not quite as impervious to the group mentality that allows for alpha bonds to be formed as was originally believed. It appears that, under the proper conditions, it is in fact possible to properly bond an S-Goth as with any other Pokégirl. However, the proper conditions are very difficult to synthesize, and extreme caution should be exercised. The primary requirement for the formation of an alpha bond, however, is submissiveness on the part of the Sanctuary Goth to be bonded. This does not simply mean that she must accept a submissive role in taming, but that she must accept a human's dominance in a more general sense, such as another Pokégirl might.
Although it is possible to generate this state via mundane means, that is only barely so. Not only does one face the challenge of preventing her from escaping, something that is very possible with teleport, but one must avoid repercussions from Sanctuary, as it does not appreciate attempts to abduct it's daughters, never mind to corrupt them. Thus, although this method was used in the original discovery of S-Goth bonding, a more expedient method was sought to make it of practical use.
Naturally, a Level 5 conditioning cycle is capable of inducing such a state, but doing so removes most of the value from the acquisition. As such, further research has yielded that is possible for a high-level psychic type to invade the mind of an S-Goth and temporarily remove the suppression on her pack mentality. However, as S-Goths themselves are quite apt at escaping and often have substantial mental defenses (being psychic types), it is rare that a psychic alone will be enough. As such, a powerful magic type is generally also required to prevent teleportation and to facilitate the connection between the psychic-type and the S-Goth. Once the suppression is released, a window of opportunity within which she may be alpha bonded by a thorough taming will open.
As a further addendum, it should be noted that there is increasing evidence to suggest that the true breed name is something other than "Sanctuary Goth." Unfortunately, however, aside from the suggestion of the name "Grimgoth," which is likely a slur from those "in the know" who dislike the S-Goths, no hints as to what it might be have arisen. However, it is possible that the sorcerers of Vale, the individual in Capital known as "the Undertaker," or the select few who have alpha-bonded an S-Goth may know... If so, however, they are being exceptionally tight-lipped.