Warnings: This story will involve, gratuitous cursing, graphic depictions of nudity but not sex. There will be a great deal of innuendo, and a lot of rough treatment of people and characters. For those who don't know, I intend this to be four things that may deter you right off the bat and thus remove you from any need to read and review this story. However I won't clutter the beginning of this story, with those reasons. If you want to know why you might not want to read this, specifically, skip to the bottom.

This is a pokegirl story, with a sailormoon fusion/crossover element thrown in. At first those who have read just about every piece of pokegirl fiction will groan and say.. been there seen that, bought the shirt. I'm not sure what I intend has ever been done before, though. Even if it has, I KNOW it hasn't been done in the way I intend to.

Disclaimers:

I do not own the pokegirl world concept, though I do own this particular universal setting. The pokegirl world is the brainchild of a scattered and quite exceptionally horny group of people collaborating over the course of several years. The most famous story was written by metroanime, and entitled wildhorses and pokegirls. Basically, it involved ranma from ranma 1/2 crossing over to that world. I do own sailormoon.. on video cassette. This, sadly, does not give me much beyond the ability to entertain myself. Actual ownership belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, I believe. Beyond that, if you want more pokegirl stories of the lemony fresh variety, look up pokegirl stories or fanfiction on google. If you see anything entitled, 'crimson league' or similar then you are well on your way to something good.

Chapter 1: Light in the forest

He walked along the empty streets at four in the morning. His thoughts were racing, though his body barely moved forward. His current scenario ran over and over in his mind, but he could not find the proper solution. No one was hiring. The bills were coming due, and he was about to be out on the street.

So much for a soldier's life. Getting discharged to help his mother out was all well and good. She was in a far better situation now, but it didn't do much for his. There was precious little work for a combat support specialist in the modern job market, despite all the people's thoughts to the contrary. There were just too many former soldiers that needed jobs. Soldiers with wives and children.

He'd been called 'overqualified' at every restaurant in town. He couldn't get a job in law enforcement because of a few minor issues he'd recently developed on his record despite having it spotless until last year. Security firms wouldn't take him either for similar reasons.

He had almost managed a job as a wal-mart stock boy, but his brother needed it more at the time. So like a douche he just let it go and his brother had gotten hired. Now they wouldn't let him re-apply for six months.

The seasonal farm work he was doing ran out last week. He 'might' have a job running a local chicken house collecting and noting eggs and chicken information for the owner, but it wouldn't be available to him for another three months. He'd be homeless by then.

Scott sighed softly as he trudged down the street. It was almost like this world didn't need him at all. This brought back all his old longings and desires. The reasons for why he'd joined the army, and the unfortunate circumstances that burned his bridges with the military. Six months in prison on desertion charges tended to cause people NOT to want to hire you. He wouldn't complain about that though, he could have been gone for a lot longer.

He remembered all the times he'd wished while growing up that he could make a difference. He had wished that he could genuinely help people, protect them and make the world a better place. In his childish imaginings he had been a hero, the kind of hero changed with the mood of the day, but still a hero.

He gazed up at the moon full and bright peeking behind the clouds that had overcast the sky until now. "Just you and me, huh?" he said cryptically to the uncaring ball of light reflecting space mass.

Scott leaned against a light pole and continued gazing up at the sky for a while before saying in a sad tired tone, "Whatever powers that be in the heavens above... I wish I could really have found a place like that.. where I could truly make a difference. One where people desperately needed a guy like me.. instead of this uncaring rock."

He remained quite after that for a few short seconds almost half believing for some crazy reason that someone, somewhere, had heard him. The twenty eight year old ex-soldier turned away slowly and stepped towards the road that would lead home.

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"HAAAAA!!" Shouted a rather remarkably ugly woman just outside her teenage years. The ball of flaming heat and air that raced toward her intended target screamed out it's own matching rage at the world.

"No!" shrieked the young girl she was aiming at while attempting to dodge the fiery missile. A girl that barely managed to avoid another brutal hit to her injured torso. The blonde girl having hit the dirt, kept rolling, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know why things had to be this way. She'd tried to help these people and now they were attacking her.

"Charlene! Keep it up, our little angel is almost finished.. ha.. the little slut honestly thought she'd get away." gloated a young man in his late teens. He was a cocky looking little bastard, with a smug expression and an air of self importance.

"Why..? Please.. why are you hurting me.. I never did anything to you..?" asked the girl as she frantically clung to a large oak tree's trunk in a vain attempt at keeping the fire hurling girl away from her.

The ugly fire casting chick smirked and said, "Oh stop your whining, you'll be a good little bitch for master soon enough.. and if you think things are hot NOW, just wait till I get you alone... you won't be pretty long, OHOHOHO..!!"

"N-no..P-please.." cried the girl. They were misguided creatures.. no matter how much she wanted to she couldn't hurt them, even to protect herself. Surely there was some good in them right? Maybe if she appealed to their better nature? "You.. d-don't really want to hurt me.. i'm certain we can talk this out.. we can be friends.. really!"

"Friends..?" asked the smug bastard. With an almost feral gleam and a lecherous sneer he said, "Heh.. sounds good... come on out here and we'll talk about it.. we're SOOOO sorry.. we thought YOU were attacking... US.."

The ugly chick blinked and then gawked at her master a moment, before catching on. Then with a satisfied smirk of her own she said, "We promise we won't hurt you.."

"Y-you.. promise..?" whimpered the injured girl.

"We..do.." they said in unison.

"O-ok..i'm coming out, to talk." she said innocently. This could work! It was all obviously a misunderstanding! With her hopes high, and her heart a flutter at the thought of finally making friends she stepped out.. and approached them smiling. Her eyes widened a moment later before she screamed in pain and terror. The fiery bolt of raw magical power the ugly chick unleashed that assaulted her nailed her directly in the stomach.

As the blonde girl dropped to her knees with nearly all the wind knocked out of her, she half gasped, half whispered. "Please no.. please.. someone help me. please.."

"Feh.. that's right my pretty little slut..beg.." sniggered the man, followed by the laughter of his not entirely attractive sidekick. No one noticed the pendant around her neck begin to softly glow.

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Scott was almost home when he heard what seemed like a faint voice. At first he shrugged it off due to being tired. Then clearly he heard it again. It sounded like a young girl, crying.

He looked around wide eyed trying to understand what was going on. There was someone nearby, possibly hurt. Very faintly from the woods off to his left he heard, "...hurting me.. I never did anything to you..?"

Immediately he raced off in the direction of the voice. Whoever it was obviously needed help, and must be a good distance away if they sounded that faint. As he ran, and occasionally tripped over a random limb or fallen branch during his stumbling and very loud approach, he would hear more of the 'conversation'.

With every insult and slur, every smug satisfied gloat, he got angrier. Some jackass was doing god knew what to some girl out here, and he'd do something about that shit.

A brief moment later he came upon a clearing and raced into the center, anger in his soul and fire (figuratively anyway) in his eyes. What he found, though, wasn't a young girl and her tormentor. He found a softly glowing light. It was roughly oval in shape and a bit taller than him.

His look of shock erased quickly though, as he heard the voice come from within the oval of light. She was begging someone to help her.

Now the average person faced with a glowing light begging for his help would run screaming. Scott though, being an avid science fiction reader, and anime enthusiast wasn't immediately scared off. Though, this was probably more due to initial shock than any of that. When the light began to fade, he actually made out images inside. The more it faded the clearer they became.

What he saw shocked and angered him even more. A blonde girl was collapsed on the ground sobbing, while two people were laughing at her. When the man said something about making her beg, Scott's veins ran cold and he knew what was about to happen.

Despite every part of him that relied on sane rational thought he ran into the fading light, and unknowingly left his world of origin behind.

The man got out a red and white ball and pressed a button, expanding it to a size between a baseball and softball. "Don't worry.. ANGEL.. this won't hurt for long, though what comes after might leave you sore.. hahaha..!"

As he reared back to throw the ball and catch himself a new sex-toy, something most unexpected intervened. This intervention came in the form of a two hundred and fifteen pound, mainly caucasion, weight slamming into him in a body tackle.

Both girls gasped suddenly at this turn of events, and the ugly chick immediately began powering up for another firey bolt of mana. This 'person' had dared to assault her beloved master!

"Mana bolt!" exclaimed the less than aesthetically appeasing female, the instant the would be hero stood up.

Scott, turned just in time to recieve a blast dead center in his chest. All the wind rushed out of him and he found himself being flung backwards to slam hard into the forest floor. For a brief moment he stayed there, stunned. The blood screamed in his ears, though he couldn't hear. He felt like his chest must have exploded, and he was having trouble focusing his vision and all went black for him shortly thereafter.

The blonde girl on the ground, who until then had been sobbing uncontrollably, blinked. She had just been rescued from servitude to a man she was almost entirely certain was not a good person. She hadn't been sure of course. His lying and mean nature might have been due to a bad childhood or some such. He might have only needed a little love and nurtured understanding.

This was different though. The young man who had tried to help her, as far as she knew, was laying on the ground in a gasping heap, tendrils of smoke rolling off his chest.

"Y-you.. you aren't a nice person!" exclaimed the girl, her gaze centered on the fallen man. Her sobs ceasing.

The ugly chick sneered and said, "No shit, bitch! What tipped you off, the shoes? Sheesh, how fucking dense can you be?"

In a far stronger voice, and with a lot more resolve than she had been showing the injured girl stood up. "You hurt him..."

Charlene blinked at the sudden change but shrugged it off. "He attacked my master. Though, to be honest I wasn't trying to hurt him."

This drew the blond up short, "You weren't?" she asked with a quizzical expression.

"Of course not! I was TRYING, to KILL him.. sheesh, dumb bitch. You must be a natural blond."

The blond girl took in a gasp of air, shock racing through her. She tried to kill him..? He could die, because he wanted to help her?

Her naturally peaceful and loving demeanor fled and was replaced by something far more lethal. "You.. you won't get away with that!"

"Oh, what the hell can a weak slut like you do? You're half dead yourself!" snarled the witch. She couldn't help but notice a alarming rise in power from her would be conquest.

The girl knew she had to say something and it had to be the right and proper thing. She wasn't sure how or why things had gotten this way, but now she knew she must fight. Not knowing entirely what was proper for beginning combat with a dire foe who hurt the innocent, glanced up at the heavens hoping for a sign.

She saw the moon, full and bright and suddenly words came to her. Words that seemed right. The moon was bearing witness after all. "People that try to protect others shouldn't be hurt by badguys! In the name of the moon I'll punish you!"

The witch drew back a moment, in shock and more than a little disgust before she snorted and said, "Bring it on!" hurling another fireball. She really did seem to be a one trick ponytaur.

Her blond opponent saw her preparing that attack and immediately erected a magical shield to protect her from such attacks. Most of the firey blast was consumed by the shield, but a little heat and concussive force leaked past, and staggered her back.

"Mana bolt!" screamed the witch again, sending another firey missile, which was also blocked by a shield. This time though the blond girl had a better grasp of this fighting stuff, and sensed one of her little used powers.

"Psi-blade!" she exclaimed, believing that it was appropriate to name an ability, even if she made a mental note to change the name later.

Now, normally a psi-blade is just that. A sword made of raw psychic energy, varying in size (usually two or three feet in length) and wielded with at least somewhat expert skill. This particular psi-blade, though, was more like a psi-kitchen knife and wielded by someone with very little idea of anything that had to do with fighting.

She tried to run over towards her opponent, and hit her with it, but immediately tripped over an exposed root and fell flat on her face. A lashing wave of flame washed over her at that exact moment, and continued on. If she had not managed to fall over a tree root, she might well have taken a direct and quite lethal hit.

"Oh no way! How'd you dodge that!" shrieked the witch in agitation. This whole fight was getting on her nerves. When she won a battle the one she beat is supposed to stay down, dammit!

The prone girl winced in pain as her damaged muscles screamed to her slightly fuzzy mind, "get up!" She managed to get to her knees just in time to see the fuming, and quite ugly, chick begin powering up her mana bolt again. 'i'll never make it to her in time..!' she thought. Out of desperation she threw her psi-blade at the witch.

Now, in the normal course of events a psi-blade would not continue to function after it left the wielders hand. In fact, it only functioned as an extension of the wielder, usually only for one single attack. This psi-sword though seemed not to know it wasn't supposed to do such things and continued flying towards it's target. Midway there it began rotating, most likely due to arc spin or some such.

By the time the flying blade reached, and then readily missed, its target it was a spinning disc of psychic energy.

"Ha! You call that an attack! You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn!" gloated the evil witch with a capital B.

The kneeling girl cringed, expecting the worst, almost closing her eyes. To her surprise, though, she heard a loud URK and then looked up to see the witch falling to the ground, a slight after glow around the back of her head.

Unbeknownst to our heroic, if clutzy somewhat dense and very naieve, pokegirl her psi-blade had caught enough backspin to somehow turn around and come back towards her. Since neither one of them would have considered it to be of any matter anymore, Charlene was quite surprised when a greatly weaken blade of raw psionic power smacked her in the back of her unguarded head.

The winner sat there staring blankly for a moment before she realized the fact that she had indeed somehow managed to win crept into her thoughts. "I WON?!"

She basked in the after glow of standing up for herself and the feeling of girl power and such, before she noticed the soft groaning and low moans from behind her. The guy that had 'saved' her was starting to become coherent again.

She did a light jog over to him to see how he was doing, and winced at his matching wounds. He'd probably have a scar for the rest of his life unless she could find a way to heal him. Heck he might even die.

The girl was new to this pokegirl thing, having only hit threshold a week prior. The fact that she was such a rare breed for a threshold case hadn't saved her from being tossed out of her adoptive parents' house. She'd never even paid attention to any of the pokegirl related news the entire time she grew up, save for the occasional pokegirl singing group or band.

Then one day, poof, almost instant pokegirl. She'd been kicked out the next day, and the little food she was able to find had been eaten days ago.

She checked her hero over and noted that outside of a major knock to the back of the head, and the burnt flesh on his chest, he seemed fine. Sparing a glance over at the man who would be her master, she noted that the smug jerk had still not come around.

Despite her misgivings she checked him over too, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that he too was alive. He had smashed his skull hard on a large flat rock going down, but was breathing.

She picked up one of his pokeballs and tossed it at the witch returning her to stasis and considered what to do.

"Um.. hmm." she mumbled, trying to see if she knew anyway to help the guy who helped her. She felt certain that she had some kind of healing ability, but couldn't figure it out. A few minutes of attempting to think out the situation left her staring at the smug jerk's backpack across the field.

She tried to remember what little she knew about pokegirls in general, admittedly not much, and then realized that if he was a tamer then he was likely to have healing items and such, or at least some kind of stamina restorative.

She raced over and grabbed the pack and quickly dumped it out, before rooting through the contents. A few frantic moments of not knowing what she was looking at eventually led her to a blue bottle, about the size of a soda can, marked by several words she mainly didn't understand and then, 'hi-potion.'

"Hey, they used some of this when my neighbor's kitten fell out of that tree chasing a pidgerseatah.."

After she poured some on his chest wound, she waited a few seconds and nothing happened. Glancing at the bottle with a cute frown, she nodded and poured some on the back of his head, and the last of it across his closed eyes. She hadn't liked the look of the red puffy flesh around them. She hoped he hadn't been blinded by that attack. He'd gotten nailed and hard.

After another minute he began coming around, his wounds slowly healing. The pokegirl was relieved to see it working since she had begun to think it wouldn't. The kitten had healed almost instantly.

With a groan of pain he opened his eyes to see an extremely blurry sight before them. It seemed somewhat huma, but was spotted and distorted. He almost instantly closed his eyes as the pain lanced through him.

Eventually though, after what seemed like years, he opened them again. This time his vision was slightly clearer, more distinct. He could make out general shapes, and colors. No specific shades yet, but his vision was slowly becoming something worthwhile. His eyes hurt like a bitch though, and felt incredibly dry.

"Um.. hi.." said the girl to the prone man. She hoped he could understand. His eyes looked bad, and she was tempted to try and shut them for him.

Scott whipped his head up towards the sound, illiciting a hiss of pain from him. He let his eyesight, what he had of it, focus on the voice's location and began to get a blurred vision of blond seeming hair, and a heart-shaped face. Tentatively, he said, "Hi... um.."

For a full minute they stared at each other before the man spoke again, "So.. are you alright..? You're that girl that was being attacked right? I think you are anyway..?"

The girl in question took in a deep breath and blinked. He wasn't trying to catch her, tame her, and anything else her? He genuinely wanted to know how she was doing.. despite his own wounds?

"Y-yes, I'm fine. I'm a little beat up, but i'll be ok.. um.." she stammered out, as best she could.

Scott, closed his eyes, and nodded. "I'm glad.. at least I did one good thing in life, heh."

The girl blinked again trying to understand him his speech was a little thick, his accent strange. Then she blurted, "Well i'm glad the good thing you did was me!"

This caused a massive blush to form on her hero, followed by a rapid choking sound.

"Oh no! You must be getting worse! We need to get you somewhere you can heal..!" she exclaimed, before trying to lift him. He was as heavy as he looked, and almost dead weight.

After much cursing, shrieking, and various whining, she got him to his feet. "I have no idea where we are miss.. and I think I need to keep my eyes closed.. my vision is rather.. not good right now.. I think my eyes are damaged.. they feel deep fried."

"You're hurt because of me!" wailed the girl, almost dropping him.

Scott winced at the sonic shrieking that entered his besotted ears. They were painfully sensitive for some reason. "You wouldn't happen to have any cloth or first aid stuff? I mean it's not likely, since you were butt naked.. but still.."

"No.. I.. hey wait! The pokepack, the jerk was using. He had a bunch of stuff, some of it might work?" she exclaimed and then clarified. The word 'pokepack' caused the man to tilt his head up as though he was listening to some distinct sound he might have come close to missing. The effect was rather like a dear listening to the sudden sound of a possible approaching mountain lion.

'pokepack..' he thought to himself. It must be a coincidence, there was just no way this could be THAT place.

The girl took him by the hand and lead him over to the pack, before she sat down and rummaged through the supplies. Most of it turned out to be clothes, a few random assorted perverted sex items, and pokeballs. The term pokeball when she said it aloud sent a shiver of dread through the man's spine. 'ok.. so maybe we're all living in a POKEMON world.. and not..'

"Hmm, well he hasn't got any more potions, but he does have burn cream? That might help some.. I think? The only other things that look like healing stuff is in a tube called 'ky' do you know what that is? It could be a pain reliever?" she suggested, and then asked innocently.

Scott turned beet red again, and said, "Um.. i'm sure it helps with the pain.. just not burns... the KY I mean.. the burn cream sounds like a good idea, though i'm not sure I should put it near my eyes.."

The girl smiled, though he couldn't tell, and said, "Ok! Just sit back and i'll play nursejoy for the day!"

The man winced visibly and then let out an audible sigh. That just clenched it. He was now living in a pokesomething world..

The girl saw this and instantly thought he was doubting her skills as a physician, not that she had any. "Don't worry! You'll be good as new! Before I went through threshold, I took a first aid course! This will be a piece of cake!"

Ten minutes of agony later, the entire contents of one jar of burn cream had been slathered upon any surface she could find, double on any burnt looking areas that remained after the hi-potion. That she wasn't sure how hard to press it down when rubbing it in, had become apparent when she got it along his chest. His screams of pain, only served to make her believe she was doing it wrong, and rubbed harder to be sure it got in deep. What she didn't realize was that some of his agonized girly shrieks had come from the fact that she had said she went through threshold. He really was very likely in a pokegirl world.

At his direction she , used a stick to poke a hole in one of the unconscious boy's shirts, and then begin tearing strips off to bind his non-burnt wounds, mainly the back of his head. He had to forcibly keep her from binding his chest burns. Though, as much as it hurt, he did let her bind his eyes.

He felt like a half done hamburger, and it showed. The next problem came, with what to do with the unconscious, and probably concussed, jerk. She couldn't stick him in a pokeball, and her saviour could barely move himself, much less another human being. She was too beat up to carry him.

"Use, some of his clothes, and a few tree limbs, to try and make something we can drag him with. If we keep him tied down and away from his pack, we might be able to keep him underwraps, until we can find help." suggested Scott. His field training coming back to him, slowly. His head was still a little foggy, but he could recall useful tidbits.

"Ok..!" exclaimed the girl, before heading off to find some sturdy limbs. Her own injuries were bad, but with Scott's help they might just make it out!

Roughly half an hour passed before she was done, creating the carrier at Scott's direction. The man hadn't woken up yet. Scott was more than a little concerned about that, mainly because he didn't want to drag a dead jackass all over god's perverted creation.

He was still breathing though, and the bleeding had stopped.

After, bandaging his head, and tying him down in what could only be called, overkill, they were on their way. The nearest town, if the girl recalled correctly, was a half day away. She hadn't gone too far, because she'd never left the area before and was scared.

Scott on one side, and her on the other. The pair made a very slow pace towards town. They couldn't travel fast at all due to scott's blindness, and the litter they were dragging. The 'half day' would no doubt turn into a full day or longer.

Author's final notes of the chapter:

1) As you may have wondered this is a pseudo self-insert. The character is like me in every respect, except for a handful of things I refuse to mention. He's me if life had turned out slightly harder and I didn't luck out of a few things.

2) This is an alternate universe version of the pokegirl world. For those that don't know, ask. It's basically a perverted parody of the pokemon world, only a great deal darker, and touching on some things most people don't even want to think about. The pokemon, are females ranging from almost completely human normal, to bizarre freakish things. They need to submit to human beings for taming.. which is basically a physical bond utilized through sexual intercourse. Like I said though, no graphic depictions of that in this story. It WILL be a prevalent concept, just mainly inferred. I might post this story elsewhere though, with the lemonesque scenes.

3) This is where we come to the part that other pokegirl world writers might not like. This story will feature an alternate universe, as I stated, but in it there will also be a sailormoon style semi-fusion crossover kind of deal. So basically all the villains and such from the first season will show up, and be 'themselves' this means real dark kingdom type youma and such that have no pokegirl dna, along with power levels akin to what you'd see in the anime at first, whereas the senshi.. having been reborn on earth, will obviously end up pokegirls.

4) This fic will have a lot of dark moments, especially at first. There's no way around that, without making it a non-realistic self-insert. I'm someone that has no trouble with a self-inserted character becoming uber-powerful. I just prefer they generally have good reason. My character insert honestly has no reason to be uber until much later if at all. Though, this won't keep him from gaining powers and abilities over time. If I wound up in a sailormoon/pokegirl crossover/fusion I honestly could see things happen this way.