Yes, this is a fanfic, the different characters of the different animes will become a part of the story in more or less permanent ways throughout this series.

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It was dark. Pitch black.

The only light came from the hair thin white fissure on the black emptiness all around.

The figure opened its eyes and gazed upon the crack for several long moments.

"It's bigger today."

Mario groaned in frustration. Even in the dark relative dark of his tent, he could still easily look up and see the red and black cloth of the flimsy tent, if his gaze held any more hatred, he was certain it would have burst into flames there and then. Sleeping had been hard for him, even when he was still inside a snugly and extremely soft sleeping bag made out of wool, fur, and leather. His problem came mostly from the flimsy tent and the howling winds that had blown till late into the night, it had reduced his hours of sleep considerably.

"It must be about sunrise anyway." His voice was coarse and his throat dry. "Not going to get any more sleep even if I tried." Mentally, he wondered what had happened to Miranda's offer to spend the night inside the enchanted tent, but figured the professor had decided against it.

Mumbling small curses under his voice, he wriggled free from the sleeping sack and quickly put on the only part of his clothing that he had been missing. His attire was similar to the one they had lent him the day prior, though now slightly more to his size. It was similar to what the Huns wore, though with no cape, slightly tighter and of a darker color. Most likely they had given him something the younger Huns wore at some point and they had not managed to sell.

Opening the zipper to the outside, he donned his hood and the short sleeve of wool to cover his face, tightening them so they'd not get blown out by the wind, the cold wind biting onto what little exposed skin was left and pushing away any sleepiness he could have had earlier. Blinking teary eyes, he looked onto the group of huts where all the Huns lived, along with the tent for Miranda and the professor. He had been given his own. Which would be fine for him, had it included at least some level of sound-proofing or magical inner heating.

He rubbed his cheeks, turning away from the huts to look at the snow white horizon. The sky was dark and sunrise seemed far away, not even the hint of light tinting the few clouds that hung high in the sky. Closing his eyes, he became aware of his ragged breathing and decided to practice his control. "Focus." he whispered, his lungs inflating steadily with the cold air that entered through his nose, until he could hold within him no more. He kept it for several seconds, and let go of it at a steady pace, the white cloud that filtered through the cloth covering his mouth quickly being blown away. Once he was empty, he counted up to five before slowly inhaling again.

Every ten exhales, he'd add one second to his count before inhaling again. Soon enough, he was straining to keep himself under control and not gasp for breath as it took him a full twenty seconds to exhale, then he'd remain empty for another twenty seconds before he began drawing breath again. Just moving would have made his focus slip and his will crumble, pushing him to break the cycle.

Keeping his count at twenty, his body didn't move an inch, his eyes dancing on the horizon. There he remained still, his sense of time slowly dissipating away, barely becoming aware that the wind was weakening until it finally became nothing more than a gentle cold breeze and the sky was gaining a tint of orange and purple. A fire in the freezing horizon.

"Nice meditation technique."

Mario drew air sharply in surprise and jumped, trying to turn around mid-air to face whoever had broken his focus. This promptly got him to slip and fall on his ass, snow flying into the air, and promptly covering his legs and chest in a light cover of white as he struggled to try and go back onto his feet.

The white haired, red and black eyed Hun that went by the name of Verde looked down at him with a smug and amused grin, obviously attempting to stop herself from chuckling and failing miserably.

Now that Mario had the chance, he noted she was wearing something a lot less bulky than the day before, it had the same colors of light brown, white and black, though this time it was almost form fitting, like a second skin, and it had a whole more white as well. She scoffed at him while keeping the grin. "You weren't focusing enough though, still need practice." Offering a helping hand, she lifted him up with such ease it appeared as if she had just picked up a bag of potatoes.

He glanced at Verde as he opened and closed his right hand, the feeling of her strong grip still lingering there. "Verde and Blanca mean 'Green' and 'White' in Spanish. And unless my memory is failing me, nowadays in this world only a very small minority knows how to speak it."

She puffed her chest out in pride at his words. "My mother was with a tamer from Slot for a couple years, he taught her some basic Spanish before she was traded. I'm not too sure why she gave us our names, but soon after we were born she gave us to the tribe since her tamer couldn't keep us while traveling." She shrugged with her shoulders. "We've been here tribe ever since." Taking a step to get closer to him, she evened her gaze with him, studying what little face he showed through the coat. "So I'm guessing you know Spanish?"

"Spanish is my first language. I just happen to have had a whole lot of experience with English." Her eyes were making him slightly nervous, he thought about breaking eye-contact but kept it. "I do feel a bit odd speaking English all the time. It'll take me a while before I get used to this as well."

"Perfect!" Verde grinned. "In exchange of me training you in how to hunt, you teach me Spanish." Her grin became an honest smile. "Didn't think I'd find what your payment would be so quickly. I imagined it would be something along the lines of a taming every now and then." Her smile became coy. "On the other hand, I do have to train you as a Tamer, so it's a win-win for me."

Mario eyed her in half-amusement. "At least you don't sound disappointed."

"Few pokegirls will ever sound disappointed when speaking of a good taming. Those who do are lying or don't know what they're missing." She threw at him a grin so savage and filled with lust that Mario felt a familiar tightness in his pants. "And if all three of us get to train you in being a Tamer… well…" she let the innuendo hang in the air.

It took him a second to regain mental balance, but his gaze quickly hardened. "Training to fight, survive and hunt is one thing, train to fuck is another. I accept conditions here are not as where I came from, however, I think it's something intimate and, personally, I'd rather keep it that way. No matter how well shaped and attractive said entertainment is." his voice wavered slightly at the last part, but he managed to keep it firm.

"Well, someone woke with a dildo up their ass." Verde crossed her arms, all coyness gone, her face was amused yet her voice cold. "Fucking for more than fun is sweet and all, but pokegirls need it to keep sane, and unless you plan on locking yourself up in some basement for the rest of your life, you will have to fuck a total stranger at one point or another just for the convenience of it." There was a moment of silence that followed before she smiled coyly again. "Or is it that no one's popped your cherry yet?"

Mario gave her a flat look, not feeling like adding anything else to the conversation, he watched as she gave a brief chuckle and turned around, making a gesture with her hand for him to follow. It took him a couple of minutes wondering why she wanted him to follow her, but as they began heading into the tundra, it became clear she planned on going someplace not too near. "Shouldn't we be wearing rackets on our feet or something? The snow is pretty deep." He made his point by pointing at the snow that was just ten centimeters or so from his knee.

She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Now where the training in that be?" drawing a large circle above her head, she continued. "We'll just walk around a bit until breakfast, to warm up. I've got you for the rest of the day to see how much I'll have to pummel you to get you into proper shape." Mario chose it best to keep to himself the comment that he was a long way from good shape, not really wanting to tempt his luck any further. She saw him standing still and grinned. "Let's get moving then, we've got a couple hours of walking ahead of us." She waved for him to follow and began leisurely walking away.

Mario was quick to try and keep up, just as quickly seeing that she did not sink in the snow like he did, merely walking atop it as if it was just an inch deep while he had to jump a little bit with each step to avoid the snow form dragging his speed down too much. He wondered how Verde was managing to keep herself on top without sinking. Considering she was nearly a full twenty centimeters taller, it wasn't hard to believe she was at the very least as heavy as him. 'Well, she isn't floating; Huns are ice/fighting pokegirls.' He tried to remember whether the breed had such a skill, but he was sure they didn't. 'In all likeliness it's something she can do or it's got to do with the snow.' He forced himself to ignore her hips, which she was clearly giving an extra sway to catch his eye. The sole of her boots were slightly frosted over, and the snow she stepped on was just slightly shinier than the one around it. 'I wonder…'

Verde glanced at the rising sun and calculated how long the route she'd take. It was obvious the human had not been raised in the pokegirl world and considering his current speed, it had not been a life where he had to travel by foot very often, there was a mostly ignored question hanging above her as to what sort of tamer he'd become and if he'd keep up with the stubborn streak for much longer. The elder had stated outworlders have had incredible potential thus far even if they didn't show it at first; many rumors stated they could have powers that ranged from incredible skills in the martial arts to magic capable of evolving pokegirls without the need of training or evolution stones. Her train of thought came to a halt. 'No steps?' she blinked and turned around to look at Mario now a full knee deep in snow looking at her while trying to hide his grin. She looked behind him; he hadn't left tracks in the snow. "Shit." She growled. "You caught on quickly." Sighing, she took a step forward and sank into the snow with a thud. "Now this'll be a bother."

"Tch." His hidden grin became a frown. "I've got to wonder though, that wasn't a known pokegirl technique that I'm aware of. Is it a variation of the flame-step?"

Her face light up at the question, puffing her chest out in obvious pride. "I came up with it on my own, it's what's kept me as the best hunter in the tribe." Quickly, the smile became a stony glare. "And you're not going to tell anyone about this."

"Wouldn't even dream about it."

Verde growled something under her breath before letting out a sigh. "Keep walking; we've still got a couple hours before we stop to eat."

Mario slumped onto the bed and groaned; his body hurt way more than he thought possible for just one day's worth of 'training'. Fortunately Miranda's magically modified tent had a shower and wash room she and the professor were willing to let him use; else he was sure he would still be wearing all his clothes practically damp in sweat and a hell of a lot colder than what he was now. Turning his head, he saw the purple book lying on the floor next to the sleeping sack.

He didn't remember having put it there.

He didn't remember seeing it after the first time he had read it. "You're getting on my nerves." Grabbing the book, he lazily opened it up to the last page he had been in. "Closer, but getting whacked would make this a whole lot faster." Everything else was blank. He tossed it to the side. "Whatever." This book was clearly not going to be of any real help to him until he was close to actually being able to do any magic. It seemed like it would be a while before that. His eyes drifted to look where the book had fallen, it wasn't there. "Can't say I didn't expect that."

Still, it pestered him; the book didn't make too much sense to him. Miranda had shrugged it off as if it was nothing special, but he sure as hell didn't like it, either it had a personality of its own, or someone was going Tom Riddle on him and it gave him the creeps.

"I need to clear my head." He turned so he'd lie on his back. He had to organize his thoughts.

Before being sent here, he had not been too familiar with most Leagues, having barely read over their information, especially Edo, however, he was pretty sure they had a pretty rigorous control of the borders and the military had a much more important role in the day to day life than in most other leagues. Though the laws were strict, there was somewhat of an honor code going on that gave pokegirls a slightly less oppressive state than in some places. However, his main concern was Faracian, the main language spoken in the league aside from English.

Mario growled at himself, he had been lucky the tribe of Huns spoke English at all, probably because their constant interaction with the professor, however, basing himself on what he remembered, the further away from large cities or poplar villages, the less English was spoken and the more Faracian was used as the main language. Faracian being a conglomeration of the 'pre-Sukebe' Chinese, Japanese, Korean and probably even some Russian.

How that worked out he wasn't too sure, but he'd still have to ask someone to help him learn the basics at the very least.

He'd give an arm and a leg for a Twee right about now…The human grinned at the thought, if the pokegirl world was real, then so should be all the stories he had read. He doubted he had an actual chance of meeting the fabled Kerrik Wolf, but at least it meant his chances were better than zero.

The thought in on itself was scary and thrilling at the same time. Mario quickly shook his head; he had to go back to the main problem at hand.

He believed that he had not gotten there out of chance alone, and that someone or something had been responsible for him being there in the first place. However, regardless of what, how or why, his main focus was on finding a way back.

Ruffling his hair, he opened his eyes. "Simplify. Put up objectives and decide on the best course of action."

'Ok, I need to become a Tamer.' The first stepping stone, it'd grant him free movement within the leagues. It could be troublesome later on since all tamers were monitored… he'd cross that bridge when he reached it. 'A bounty hunter of sorts should get me the funds I need while giving me a viable excuse for my presence while I look for information.' he wondered if it would be worth his time to do the gymnasium circuit... 'It could give me some advantages, as well as experience, though at the same time it could get me the sort of notoriety I'd rather avoid.' At the same time he doubted winning a couple badges would make him famous. 'Which takes us to how I expect to get back, and what happens if I can't.' He wondered whether he'd still want to go back when the chance presented itself... if it ever did to begin with. 'As to the place most likely where I could find a way to go back...' He was pretty sure that at the very least the general descriptions of the leagues and the main stories were very much true in this world. 'So if it's like that, Blue league is the most likely to have the portal technology needed to send me over, while Vale would be the most likely to have the magic for it and White lotus would be the techno powerhouse. However, the Legendaries and Sanctuary... as well as the ones in control of the leagues... I don't want to meet any of them, at all.'

He growled in frustration, there was a group of people he wanted to keep as far as possible, and the closer he was to his objective; the more likely it was he'd be meeting one or more of them. "Well, I doubted this was going to be easy to begin with." he sighed. "Don't over-think; let's go back to the first step, clear the details."

Becoming a tamer. That was the first step, and it implied getting a pokégirl. 'Well, I'm pretty sure the village will try to push one of their own onto me if I catch their attention enough.' the thought made him frown. 'Something doesn't fit in that picture tho... I'll probably figure it out later.' The thought that he was missing a piece of the picture was very, very irritating. He figured it didn't matter right now, considering he had only spent one night there since he had woken up.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he tried his best to relax.

"For now, focus on surviving."

Mana sat on the edge of her bed as she looked at Verde humming in contempt while sharpening her set of knives. "So I take it he tamed you?"

Verde looked at her and laughed. "Nope, he even turned down my offer." Her face showed a hint of annoyance before she smiled again. "I got something better than a taming."

She looked at Verde with a raised eyebrow. "Better than a taming? For you?"

"Yup." She nodded enthusiastically. "Not telling what it is." Her face showed a cattish grin. "Now that I think about it, tomorrow's your turn with him, isn't it?" Verde looked thoughtful for a moment. "Anything you'd like to know or you'd rather learn about him firsthand?"

Mana was quick to ask. "What are his skills?"

Verde flattened her expression. "Of course you'd ask something like that." She closed her eyes. "Considering he barely has any form of decent training, even then, he doesn't have that much upper body strength, and though his legs are strong for his level, I doubt it's for anything other than walking." She grinned. "That said, he has a good meditation technique and he knows his limits better than most… though it can be that he's aware of them because they're not that far away." She looked down at her knife, grinning. She'd keep the comment about his wit for the time being. "He also complains a lot and is constantly trying to find an easier way to do whatever work you give him, make sure not to give him a chance to be lazy or he'll take it on the fly."

"I see…" Mana's eyes became distant. "I'll have to test his speed and combat skills first then."

Verde scoffed. "How I wish I could say I hadn't expected that answer." She looked at her knife and gently sheathed it. "Just don't overdo it. Remember we need him whole and capable of moving for the time being."

Her sister looked back, slightly confused. "So you're not yet certain he is apt?"

"The blade remains sheathed." Verde frowned at her own words. "It's really simple to see he's got his head somewhere else, and his answers are mostly about where he came from, not about himself. I can't tell if he's trying to hide something or just doesn't like to talk about himself."

"It won't matter." Mana crossed her arms. "I'll test just how apt he is with my fists."

Verde shook her head and let out a sigh. Once her sister began talking like that there was nothing she could do to stop her. "Just don't kill him until he finishes teaching me Spanish."

Mario shifted position in his bed for what felt like the umpteenth time. "Can't sleep… again." This time it had been worse. He wasn't sure if it had been the noise from the wind or the sores from the training with Verde, but it had become harder for him to sleep than the day before.

He was sure there were bags under her eyes, and felt like they weighed several times what they should. His head felt too small for his brain, a pounding sensation came and went, and it made him wince slightly every couple seconds. "The wind's stopped." His voice carried a sense of dread. "Let's see if I can sleep this headache off."

"No."

Mario blinked, the voice came from outside his tent, he was sure he had heard it before but couldn't quite recognize it. "Good morning." He grumbled slightly, doings his best to seem polite. "Who might you be?"

"Mana." The pokegirl answered coolly.

"How long have you been awake?" he was still trying to sound polite despite the growing irritation.

"Three hours." She replied firmly. "I wished to estimate at what hour you'd wake up. It's early for a normal tamer."

"I couldn't sleep." He held back the growl, it was becoming harder. 'I just hope it's something I'll be able to get used to soon.'

"I see." There was a long moment of pause. "Are you too tired to train?"

He smiled humorlessly. "I wish I could answer that with a yes." He murmured a couple curses before raising his voice again. "I'll be out in a bit."

"I shall wait for you to be ready."

Mario stared at the thin fabric wall that separated him from the pokegirl and had the vivid image in his mind of him ripping the cloth to shreds with his mind alone and then igniting the pokegirl ablaze as he went back to sleep. Seeing that his fantasy did not become a reality, he dressed up with a fresh change of clothes and stepped outside, seeing the ponytail pokegirl sitting with her legs crossed, calmly staring towards the infinite and apparently not bothered by the bitter cold. The sky was still dark, at least an hour or two before sunrise. 'Too early.' He thought to himself. 'This has got to stop soon, or I'll start waking up at sunset.' Glancing at the young woman, he was slightly surprised to see she also had the same sort of clothes Verde had had the day before. "Morning, I'm Mario."

"Mana." She stood up slowly. Again, just like her sister, she was a full two meters tall, though about five centimeters more than Verde. "I'll train you in combat." She gave him a once over and frowned. "Warm up first. It appears you could wound yourself otherwise. Do whatever you think would be best, I'll tell you when it's enough."

Mario kept a polite smile at the disappointment in her voice; the image of her being set ablaze back vividly in his mind's eye lifted his humor ever so slightly. Since she didn't seem to care what he did, or rather, was waiting to see what he'd do, he started by limbering up. Starting with his ankles and slowly working his way up until he finished with his neck. The pokegirl imitated his every move and kept black and crimson eyes locked onto him each time he changed the exercise.

Once every muscle in his body had been stretched and every articulation worked up, he started doing some light jogging in the clear area without snow between the huts, and worked into it small bursts of running. It was slightly unnerving how Mana kept his speed without even looking phased. By the time he had started working up a bit of a sweat, he was throwing punches and a couple kicks, just to get used to the gesture since he was sure he'd have to do just that soon.

She grabbed hold of his shoulder when he was about to begin doing one of the few kata's he still remembered. "Stop, we can start now. Let's slow spar."

The look in his face was slightly dumbstruck. "Slow spar?"

She nodded solemnly. "Sparring but slowly. For now just use your hands." She looked at the huts and frowned, the first residents were already going out and about. "Let's go someplace where we won't be a bother to the others."

The walk had only been a couple hundred meters at most, and the village was still visible even though the sun was just starting to rise. "Here." She turned to face him. "Take a stance. For now only use your arms, slowly, I'll correct any mistakes you make. Don't rush it. Attack, I'll defend."

"Ok?" Mario was somewhat doubtful. He measured the distance to be just about enough for him to barely reach her face if he threw a punch.

"That's a good distance." Mana uncrossed her arms. "Slowly, I want to see your technique."

"Should I use any particular style?"

For the first time in the day, she looked surprised, though it was only reflected by the raise of just one of her eyebrows. "You know more than one style? Have you trained before?"

The young man became slightly sheepish. "Studied more than trained." Mario scratched the back of his head. "I've had some practice in Karate, Aikido, Judo and Boxing, but just enough to get the basics down and just barely." he stated it with a slight embarrassment. "If you count the other styles I've studied about, then there would be at least a dozen or so, like Keysi, Krav maga, Kick boxing, Wing chum, Jeet Kune Do and some armed combat styles like Kendo and Eskrima."

"I see." her face showed a bit of disappointment before it became passive again. "Go with whatever you're comfortable with."

Mario gave a sour grin, it was clear she didn't think he'd be able to do much. Considering her breed, he doubted that too. "Ok." He took a boxing style.

Just as Mana had instructed, he threw his right punch slowly at the mouth of her stomach, just in the center where her ribs ended. He was going slow enough that it would have taken him two seconds to touch her; the speed giving him ample opportunity to pay attention to the details of his technique, making sure his wrist was straight and his shoulder followed the gesture properly, the hand following a screw-like pattern so that the palm would be facing downwards on impact.

Mana swatted the punch aside with her left and aimed her left fist to Mario's face, going as slowly as he had.

Crouching, he raised his left elbow just enough to parry the punch so it would continue over his head, immediately followed by his right arm grabbing hold of the left hand and using the already raised left arm to punch at the same spot he had been aiming before.

"Good." Mana stated when the human had gently tapped the upper side of her belly with his knuckles. "But it wouldn't have had much force behind it. Against a human it might have done some damage, but not against a pokegirl."

She took advantage that her right extended hand was above him and grabbed hold of the neck of his jacket and yanked him sideways. The ease and speed with which she did it left Mario awestruck, he did not manage to react on time and tripped over and fell face first into the snow. Letting go of the air he had sucked in the surprise, he stood up and patted down as much snow out of his clothes as he could. "I take it I can move now?"

"Yes." her tone was neutral.

Mario stood in front of her and frowned. Fighting slowly meant the moves one could normally make were put under different rules, inertia wouldn't behave all too well and en-route changes would occur more often than not. 'She's also a whole lot stronger than she looks.' Taking a short step forth, he aimed a left punch at her gut once more. She grabbed his hand with her left one by the wrist and began shoving back; Mario followed the movement by stepping back, starting to pull on her push, turning his body counterclockwise, she let go just as he had started to get pulled into the motion. As she was stepping back, Mario's crouched while grabbing hold of the leg she was using to step back with one hand, and with the other pushed her, causing her to fall onto the snow.

Mana stood up, her expression neutral yet clearly irritated. "No more slow."

Mario had stood up, the pokegirl looked irritated. 'This isn't good.' He thought to himself.

He was quick to raise his arms in a defensive position, yet barely had time to step back when the pokegirl jumped at him, her missed right hook barely grazing his arm yet carrying enough force to make him stumble slightly. She took the chance and threw a kick at the height of her hip. The hit connected squarely with his gut, driving all the air out of him and throwing him to the snow. He curled into a ball and gasped for air.

Groaning, his gut contracted and he tried to hurl on an empty stomach. His head was spinning. It took a couple of seconds before he could gather enough energy to move himself onto his hands and knees, trying frantically to recover air and not quite managing it.

"That was going easy."

"Gee… thanks." He coughed the words out, holding his gut. Standing on shaky legs, he glanced at her and raised his hands, they were still slightly shaking and he wasn't that sure he could keep them up.

"Attack me." She didn't even put up a guard.

Using the chance to calm breaths, he took a good look at her, trying to figure her out. Her speed and strength were greater than his own, and surely she had much more experience fighting than him. The current lack of a stance she had meant she wasn't too great on terms of balance and it left her head quite unprotected, though he hesitated to believe he could take advantage of either. On the other hand, whatever attack she had would be faster and stronger than what he could manage, if he wanted a chance to avoid another hit like the one she had just thrown, he'd need a tight defense and be extremely wary of any telltale signs of an attack.

Picking boxing again, he started moving his feet and jump slightly on the spot, struggling slightly against the snow and trying his best to crush it into a slightly evened out surface where he could have a decent grip. He did a small back and forth before feeling much more relaxed, the pain almost a memory now.

Stepping forward, he threw a couple light punches at her chest, a one-two she slapped off but otherwise didn't counter, seemingly satisfied to block them. Mario quickly stepped even closer and began increasing the punches; Mana in turn was swapping them away or blocking them at the same rate he threw them with little to no effort.

The young human stepped back, already feeling his arms slightly tired and a large amount of frustration at the apparent boredom she expressed when keeping his attacks from even connecting. Some of her blocks probably hurt him more than her.

"That's it?" Her expression was neutral, even when her voice had a hint of condescending and disappointment.

Keeping his guard up, he contemplated the clear difference in skills, she was clearly a warrior by nature; and then he wondered what was the best way to beat her in a fight. The thought that both ideas could not work at the same time struck him.

And then, he blinked slowly.

Mana watched at the sudden grin the male developed, she heard his chuckle and wondered whether he thought his lack of strength to be something funny. She watched as he raised his arms, tensed, and then let them hang at his sides lifelessly, his eyes turned to look onto infinity. The seeming harmless gesture caught her by surprise.

His hand went to grasp her face, the gesture surprised her and she took a step back, though didn't manage it, Mario had quickly moved to put his right leg behind her own, the arm that had been about to grab her face pressing against her chest and pushing her to further break her balance and onto the ground. The world spun and she landed head first into the snow.

Mario was quick to step back as soon as he had brought her down, making sure to keep a distance.

It took several long seconds before Mana began moving again, she moved to all fours before going to her feet, dusting off the snow carefully before turning to look at Mario. "That's the second time you knock me down." She raised her arms, ready to attack. "If you get over the pain you might actually enjoy this."

A chill ran down Mario's spine, all the way from his head to his feet, a shudder that ran over every inch of his skin.

"Uh oh."

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Current harem: None

Author's note:

Ok, so second part came out a whole lot sooner than what I was expecting, mostly because I was bored and had been itching to continue the story. Don't expect updates to be this fast though.

Also, in case anyone's got a doubt, whenever a new pokegirls is introduced into the story I'll be placing her Dex entry at the bottom.

Welp, hope you enjoyed it, till next time

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