Pokegirl Origin

by Adudefromthesea

I'd like to think I'm a simple Baby. I don't very cry much, my diaper stay clear most of the time, my brother is kind of clingy but I tolerate him well enough, and my Mother is breathtaking beautiful and give me plenty of delicious MILK! so yeah, I'm a simple Baby and life is good and simple...Wait a second...I'M NOT A BABY! :[Self Insert] [Reincarnation] [A Pokégirl story]

4. Chapter 3

Chapter 03

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While Professor Oak plays a significant role in Pallet town economics, the contribution of some others famous residents can't be ignored.

Among those, are the owners and patriarchs of the three big farms that choose the town's fertile soils and peaceful plains to lay down their roots. Each of the farms is known throughout the region for it's agricultural and pokegirl related products, they are also one of the primary jobs or part-time jobs providers of the town due to their vast plantation and large numbers of pokegirls used on their business, which need to be properly taken care off.

The smaller of the three, known for directing their effort away from crops, and focused more on pokegirls products and Kattle* farming, was run by one John Degarmo and his family, to which of with consisted of an old grandfather, three loving wives, seven sons (five currently on their tamer's journey and one left sulking and wondering when it will be his turn) and of course a beautiful young daughter.

A beautiful, sweet young girl with bright golden locks and lovely hazel eyes, whose caring nature is only matched by her calm demeanor.

"This is stupid; you're stupid, you both are. So stupid that it makes my eyes fucking hurt."

"Language…" Red groaned from where he was laying on the ground.

"Shut up! It's been two hours! Just give up already!" Gabrielle Degarmo shouts indignantly, clicking her sharp teeth together like she'd taken on doing when she was agitated.

She has been coming and going over the last few hours to tell us how idiots we are being, how pointless this thing is, and that 'she really going to leave this time and seriously she really going to this time-Stop laughing!'

Silly girl, can't she see?

"Never!" I declare heavily, burying my shovel deep on the ground to dig a little deeper, "This is a promise between men!"

"Y-Yeah." Said Red with a tired enthusiasm on still laying of the ground.

I threw the heap of earth of the growing pile beside me, before turning to the exhausted boy. "You, on the other hand, don't have to do this, the promise was between him and me."

"I want to help! This is a promise between men!"

His logic was solid.

Fangs had a look on her face that only a woman seeming a man doing something utter incomprehensible could make.

"Blue…dude, my dad was fucking with you. There is no way he expects you to get rid of this stump until nightfall. You need a pokegirl to do that."

"No matter!" I said taking more earth from the side of the tree stump, "I finally got him to promise a job! If I do this, he'll have to accept me."

"Why that hell you want to work on our farm so much?"

Because farm work is an excellent way to build strength and form character, it also teaches discipline and many skill that could prove valuable for my future as a Tamer. You never know when you'd- Oh, who am I kidding.

Cowgirls. Cute, bouncy cowgirls with huge tits full of delicious milk. They were appropriately named Milktit* on this world but its basically the same thing. Good man John Degarmo lets his workers freely drink from his many milktits, at any time they want as it hardly makes a difference with the amount they produce every day.

When I heard that, I knew it was destiny, why? Well…

There has never been a man so close to his fictional fetish than I, and I'll be damn if I let this opportunity pass.

I didn't trust myself to give an answer that didn't translate to 'jiggly milky breast' so I let my determined silence speak for me.

Eventually, I hear Gabrielle let out a long, frustrated sigh behind me; I could easily imagine her puffing her rosy cheer until it became red from angrily holding her breath, before letting out. A few moments later, a second shovel blade is buried in the earth close to mine.

I look up, to see the girl wield Red's discarded shovel, and raise an eyebrow at her.

"…Shut up." She muttered, red-faced and teeth clicking. "I can at least lend a hand if you want to work here so much. Even if this still stupid as fuck."

"Q-Quit it with the stupid grin! I just want to see you face when you fail!"

"Whatever you said shark-girl."

We continued to dig a trench around the tree slump until Ash managed to walk again, and went to get some snacks and drinks from Gabrielle's house, after he got back we decided to take a break to have an improvised picnic near the slump.

"It looks deep," Red commented looking to tangle of roots and stirred earth inside the hole we dug. "How much longer till we reach the bottom?"

Fangs perk out with that.

"That's what I'd been trying to tell you, idiots! The bottom is like reaaally deep. We can't just dig it out; you need a super-strong pokegirl to pull it for you." Gabrielle said with an air of satisfaction for finally getting her point across.

"Ehhh. Then how are we going to dig it out?"

"You can't. It's impossible." The girl said.

"But all our work…" he mutters dejectedly but then turned to me with a flicker of hope in his eyes. "But you know a way to dig it out, right Blue? A men's promised at stake here."

"Sorry, kid." Fangs shook her head, changing Red's nickname. "You just got to face reality sometimes."

"Don't call me that!" he shouted, angrily puffing his cheeks like a kid he is. "If that's true, then why are you helping us!?"

"That's 'cau-I-err. Shut it!"

I swallowed my sandwich and got back to my feet, drawing their attention.

"Right! Time to get back to work." I declare too much of Red's delight and Fangs' dismay.

"WHAT!" voiced the girl, while the kid cheered in the background, "haven't you hear what I just said!?"

"Yeah, yeah, can't dig the slump without sufficient girlpower or whatnot; so what? Mister Degarmo didn't say 'dig' he said 'get rid of'…"

The girl's mouth opened and shut for a while, her brain just now realizing what I mean, but Ash was quick to ask.

"All right! What the plan?"

"Easy," I began, "First we need that big nail thingy we saw on the farm storage yesterday… and a hammer, preferably a heavy one…" I look at the girl. "What do you say Fangs, still willing to help out?"

The girl clicked for a moment, before her curiosity become too much, "All right, fuck it." She grumped, "Let's see where that plan goes."

"And then what else" Ash jumps in with shining eyes.

"Then… We gonna raid some of gramps's chemicals."

The worried look appeared on the boy, just as the shark smile spread on the girl.

"Like… The chemicals that Grampa Oak said are really really dangerous and we should never ever touch?" The kid asked with a small voice.

Hm… he does raise a good point…

"Eh, we'll get aunt Deliah to do it."

…Later that afternoon; a giant explosion shook Pallet town, a worried farmer raises a worried eyebrow at the trail of smoke, a frustrated Titmouse facepalms in a kitchen with her tail taking the job her hand left behind, a slumbering dragon suddenly wakes up thinking about her grandson for some reason, a beautiful Damsel pass out from multiples orgasm with the burning remains of her clothes still clinging to her body and a old guy in a lab coat realized he is maybe, just maybe, too old for this shit.

But I did get my job, so it was worth it.

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I pulled the straps of the compartment once again; making sure the precious cargo was safely tied to my back.

"Do you understand kid, you are to deliver the goods, not to drink it, repeat after me…"

I've been working on my dream job form two whole weeks now. In the beginning, mister Degarmo struggled to find something that I could do; he did have young workers before, but never one so young as me. My child body just wasn't strong enough to properly take care of the more laborious tasks, and it wasn't developed enough for the sexy ones, but eventually he realized my prodigious ability to run, and I became the farm official delivery boy for the short travel deliveries, which usually involves running across the entire town, something that I quite good at.

"Marcos, what that hell?" I complained to the farm worker, "I did this thing before, I already know the drill, what's with all this prep talk?"

"Well, the goods today are a bit…special." He said slowly, before turning his head to the side and muttering under his breath. "For you at least…"

"Hum, what do you mean?"

The teenager's hand went to his temples, and he spoke with a stressed voice.

"Why don't you look at the bottle you're about to open."

What was he talking about? I got no bottle…

Oh.

I see the perfectly molded glass bottle in my hand, sparks of light trailing attractively on its smooth form. The cork that was capping the mouth was of a modest brown color, with a soft earthy smell emanating from it.

But all of that pale in comparison to the rich white liquid inside, in it; I saw the world's happiness, I saw that culmination of all mankind hard work to reach to that point, and more importantly, I saw the kind smile on dozens of milktits presenting their heavenly globes towards me.

"Oh."

"Yeeeah." He drawled, snatching the bottle of liquid happiness from my hands, and putting back in the square compartment tied to my back.

"Look, kid, I'm taking a leap of faith with you, normally I would make this delivery, but Luke called sick today and the damn Gallies* started a war dominance again, so we need all available hands to keep it from turning into a bloodshed. Now, I'm going to trust you with this, even though I really shouldn't. But well, you're the only option."

I would like to make a smartass comment about his confidence in my abilities, but given my track record… he was the right to be concerned.

"Right, I promise to control myself. I can do this!" I said

He made a troubled face but nodded in the end.

"I'm counting on you kid, don't let me down.

I dash aways from Peters's farm and my way to the town in my top speed, the sooner I get this done, the sooner I can get away from the cargo and stay safe from my carving- Yeah, I can do this, it's not a big deal, I move to take a snip to help me on the way-NO!

That was fucking close!

Keep your head in the game, Gary! You can't lose this job! There is no way I'm going back to my sad milkless life.

I continued on my way, doing everything I could to not look at what I had in hands. With my desperation fuelling me, I quickly reach the commercial street in record time, sliding to a stop in front of a dark wood building.

I put the sacred bottle together with the others, making sure to count the goods to be sure that none a drop of miracle juice was spilled, and then I slam the compartment shut, taking three steps back to ensure safety.

Huff…Huff… See! It was easy!

With inspection done I was finally able to check my surrounds. I take a moment to confirm the address on the paper, looks like is the place.

The establishment wasn't precisely on the main commercial street, it was more on an alley that branches' out of it, it wasn't a 'dark' and 'narrow' alley by any stretch, but it was a place where people don't usually pass through, not because they avoid it, but because they had no business on these parts.

It was an extensive two-store building with dark windows, an overall gothic esthetic, the wooden plate hanging beside the door informed me that this was The Snuggly Duckling.

What kind of name is that?

…Oh!

It's the new pub.

I remembered the rumors - a place like that draws a lot of attention in a small rural town- it opened barely a month ago but has been steadily gaining more clients every night. Pallet town doesn't have many places to go with the sun goes down, so it was filling a demand that people had for a place to have a drink after a days work. I hear mostly good things about this place; the most interesting was the talk of a supposed deal with aunt Deliah to her to 'entertain' clients here at night but I think that's just wishful gossiping, as she dedicates her nights and later afternoon (when she can) are devoted to spending time with Ash.

Anyway, I knock and wait for it to open.

And waited…

And waited.

I knock again, and the waiting game continued.

…Fuck I don't understand! I had specific instructions to deliver the package on this time, on the front door and I have to deliver to someone's hand, leaving it right in the open is highly unprofessional and against the farm's policy.

Maybe in the backdoor?

I tried the backdoor, getting similar results.

Now I was getting angry, is this a joke? I mean, it's unlikely, the farm only makes deliveries to legit business, but the guys at the farm could be trolling the new guy, I wouldn't put that beyond them.

I kicked a pebble down the road and began thinking about what I to do.

I can't go back, at least not now, better to risk getting laughed later than be called off for not doing my job, should I keep trying? I know the place isn't abandoned, maybe they simply didn't hear me, or they aren't here right now, should I wait?

I wipe the sweat out my forehead, realizing now how sweaty I was.

The summer as on its peak and today was a cloudless day that let the sun bare it's full might over our heads. I try to stay on the shadow provided by the pub's entrance, but it didn't do much against the heat.

Fuck…it's hot… I'm sweating… and thirsty…

*Pop!*

Hm? That cheerful sound sounded like a bottle being open, it sounded really close too, curious…

Knock Knock Knock "HELLO!" Knock Knock Knock Knock "IS SOMEONE THERE!?" Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock "I CAN'T HOLD ON FOR MUCH LONGER!" Knock Knock Knock KnockKnockKnockKnockKnockKnockKnock-

"WHAT! WHAT THAT FUCK DO YOU WANT!?"

The closed door gave away for the vision of a pissed off woman. She was wearing near transparent a nightrobe left completely open, showing her shapely body with her assets barely contained inside a tiny bra and a thong, her face was hidden under a face mask made from a green cream of some kind, and her black box braids were tied in a hastily made ponytail, which made it seems like she had a pineapple in her head.

Her vision left me gawking like an idiot.

Not because of her body- Don't get me wrong she was mouth-watering sexy by the standard of my old world, but here she was one more among beauties- no, it wasn't her curves that made me pause it's what was on her curves.

All along the pale taut muscles and tiny scars were tattoos; many, many tattoos each depicting different kinds of celestial bodies, all painted in black, purple or navy blue and placed in strategic positions to make they seem like they were part of a whole. Together they made it looked like she had a galaxy map undulating across her body.

The most prominent tattoo and one of the simplest one, it was a large waning moon in the upward position, painted around her belly-button.

"I TOLD YOU WE DON'T OPEN IN THE MORnings- wait, a kid!?"

C-Could it be, I mean I burned into my memory all the dex entries of pokegirls of this particular type, and there is nothing that tells for sure that she is from the breed I'm thinking off, she could very well be any type of Very-Near-Human girl who is a tattoo enthusiast. But these particular marks…

"You're an Enchantress*!" I shouted, pointing an accusatory finger.

"…Yeah, what about it?"

I reacted immediately, my body fell on its knees on the ground, my legs curled, my hands were placed above my head, my face was lowered to near the ground, and I entered in a near perfect Dogaza bow.

"Please ma'am, teach me magic!"

The door shut-

Or tried to, but I manage to jump in and quickly place my foot on the way.

"LET GO BRAT! I AIN'T INTERESTED!" She screams pushing the door painfully on my foot.

"PLEASE! JUST LET ME TALK TO YOU, I SURE WE CAN WORK SOMETHING OUT!" I push back with my shoulder, partially to lessen the pain, partially to try to get in.

Magic.

One of the dreams of humanity, something that only happens in stories and speculations, something that supposedly allowed someone to manipulate the very shape of reality.

In my old world, it was a dream…

Here, it's very much real.

I've been trying to find someone to teach me magic for years, I not going to back down now that I finally found it.

I did have contact with magic type pokegirls in the past; being the grandson of Professor Oak let me have contact with a significant number of pokegirls that come and go as his many research processes. But all the magic-type pokegirls I talk to were low-level Witches* which did magic instinctively and/or learned spells from TMs, none could even tell how they were doing it, let alone teach me how to do it.

But this woman… she was an Enchantress. A high-level magical type pokegirl, and she was a pokewoman too, that means she had experience.

I can not let this opportunity to pass.

"PLEASE! PLEASE! JUST GIVE ME A FEW LESSONS I'LL BE A GOOD STUDENT, I SWEAR!"

"I DON'T WANT TO, FUCK OFF!"

"I'LL DO ANYTHING! I'LL BE YOUR SLAVE!"

"WHY WOULD I WANT A BRAT LIKE YOU AS A SLAVE!"

I fully realized what I was doing, I not dumb. Yes, I'm very much harassing an innocent woman to get her to do want I want, over something that I assumed she could do, but I was that desperate.

I mean, it's fucking magic, what did you expect?

Unfortunately, I was so distracted by the shouting match that I didn't notice the shadow slowly spreading over me until it was too late.

"Boy."

The deepest baritone that I ever heard reconnected throughout the area. The tone could knock someone out by its vibration alone.

"What are you doing?"

I turn to see the mountain blocking the sun from behind me.

And the mountain has a human shape; its belly was of an all-encompassing spherical globe, while its chest and arms could be compared to tree trunks, with bulging muscles that threaten to tear its shirt with each colossal breath. I looked up, way up to see its head; it face was covered by pitch-black hair, from the thick short cut hairstyle, to the mighty bear that looked like a second jawline.

Its only sight of skin was it's scared bottom lip, and a rectangular area between the hair and the beard, which was shadowed by the sun, making its eyes look like tiny points of light.

…Oh.

"Dear! Thank gods! This Brat is annoying me. Make him go away!"

"…I see"

I saw my life flashing before my eyes as the mountain slowly dip his head down to look at me.

"Stop annoying my wife, boy." His voice shook the entire entrance. "…She really needs to rest you see, yesterday she had a terrible stomachache, and her pop somehow got stuck on her rectum, so I had to stick my finge-"

"HE DIDNT NEED TO KNOW THAT!"

And just like that any threatening feeling this guy might have had completely evaporated.

I spend a few seconds shocked silence as the Enchantress eviscerated her husband with her words. He, for his part, just stood there with the same exact stoic expression, but with his hand scratching his head.

I let out the out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Mentally review the new few minutes of this crazy show, and came to the conclusion that I was acting rather silly.

… Still doesn't mean I'll take my foot off though, I fact, its better slid my arm and shoulder in, while she is distracted.

With my position secure, I cleared my throat to draw their attention.

"Pardon me, Sir… and Madam, I work at John Degarmo's farms, and I came here today to deliver the milk…"

I told them the whole story, from when I come to deliver the milk up to the arrival of the Enchantress's husband, I explain my thoughts, feeling, and reasoning behind my action, I told all with the utmost sincerity and all my theatrical talent. Ending with a heartfelt apology for the way I was acting and a request to reconsider my humble request for apprenticeship.

After I finished, we stood in silence for a while. Even the Enchantress stopped pushing the door on my abused foot; I think she liked the flowery compliment I made about her appearance.

"I see…" The man broke the silence.

"…Izumi. You will teach magic to the boy."

"EHHH!?" Both the Enchantress and me made a confused sound; I had not expected to be this easy.

Wait, that name sounded vaguely nostalgic where did I heard-

The door open suddenly and I had to catch myself of the frame to not fall. The Enchantress appears once again, now with a fury on a thousand suns on her eyes aiming at her husband.

"And why. THE FUCK would I do that?!" she said, her voice trembling with anger.

"He is Auron's boy."

The Enchantress expression slowly changes from barely contained fury, to utter shock, her hand going to her mouth, her eyes flashing with old pain and she took a step back like she couldn't believe what she had heard.

Who's Auron?

… I mean, the name is somewhat familiar, I think I heard gramps talking-

Then it descends on me… an odd, uncomfortable feeling that I couldn't describe.

That name is…

"You knew my father." I burled.

The giant man nods.

"Yes." The stoic baritone grew soft as he continued, showing the first emotion since he appeared. "He was a good man, a good tamer, and a good friend."

I.

I'm not really that man's son, I still have memories of my old father- my true father- of my old life, but after spending so much time here, growing to love my new family… and hearing the way they talked about him… I've grown curious.

… Maybe… Maybe, there is some child left inside me. Gods know the effect of having your conscience transferred to an undeveloped brain, I sure as hell act differently than the man I was, so perhaps… perhaps this child wants to know more about his dad…

"He was incredibly weird sometimes though."

"Wait don't-"

The kindhearted Enchantress tried to stop me, I would come to appreciate the gesture at a later date, but it was too late.

The air had already passed through my vocal cord, the word had already formed in my tongue, and it was set free never to be unspoken again.

"What?"

"…His harem was composed entirely by Dildoqueens*, he was quite literally his harem bottom bitch. I mean, I never seen a man so into having his ass utterly wreck-"

"H-HE DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!"

…Hah.

…Hahah

That was… something…

I mean, everyone is entitled to their own fetish, there is nothing wrong with that. I mean, I remember reading about Dildqueen there's a really… curious, breed of pokegirls. And really powerful too! End of an evolutionary line even! And he has six of them, that's… nice, it shows his… competency as a Tamer, oh wait the Indigo League allows two more slots for supporting pokegirls, so there were eight! Eight Dildoqueens! That's…good, good for him.

Wait a second.

If his harem was composed solely by Dildoqueens, does that means my…my…

"Yes"

"What?" My voice came small, meek, broken and defeated. My eyes wide when I realized my mistake, I even managed to see Izumi facepalming in the corner of my vision.

"Your face betrays what were you were thinking, and the answer is yes. You see, your mother was a Dildoqueen, so it stands to reason that she had a huge pe-"

"SHUT UP, SIG!" A female form appears on my vision standing between the giant and me. "He… doesn't need to know that ok, just… leave him alone… I take it from here."

I'm Ok.

I'm fine really, these people were not really my parents and even if they were, what's the problem with that, I mean it's just a little shocking… and kinda of world breaking, but who am I to Judge.

I feel a warm hand touching my cheek as the Enchantress gently pulled my face in her direction. She had lowered herself to her knees to speak to me with the same height. I could see her very attractive and poorly hidden curves better in this position; it helps me focus.

"Hey- hum Gary right? My name is Izumi, sorry for being a bitch to you before; you kinda caught me during a bad time. A-anyway you probably don't remember, but we met before when you were very small. We're the ones that took you to your grandfather even! So, hum…" I see she struggling with what to say, "Sooo, How about we go inside! I can get you something to eat! What do you think?"

"Can I have some milk?"

"Yeah, sure, of course, all the milk you waannnt."I saw her furtively checking her surrounding before her eyes fell on the milk compartment. "There we go."

She snapped her fingers, and the compartment comes flying to her, stopping beside her, floating in the air.

"…Shall we?" she ask, smiling for the first time since I met her, it looked pretty even with the very messy face mark.

The door behind us shut and was locked with another snap on her fingers.

I liked to think that Sig stood there for a few hours, wondering when we would realize that we locked him outside.

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*The helpful info that helps:

Kattle

In 1994 an English team headed by Dr. Roderick Kingston began a research project that was established to explore the idea of incorporating the genes of pokégirls into animals to boost production. One of the offshoots of this was the KATTLE, the Kingston Adaptable Terrain Transformable Lamarckian Experiment. Using a Southdown sheep as the vehicle, pokégirl genes were incorporated into the animal to see what they would do and to establish a baseline for research. Unknown to him, a second team in the United States mirrored their research at every turn due to the fact that one of Kingston's lab personnel was an agent of a rival lab.

The results were intriguing as well as horrifying. The Kattle kept the same weight range (30-60 kg or 60-130 pounds and initially they also kept the Southdown general appearance. It was noted that all of the offspring were ewes and that they showed no interest in rams as they matured.

Therefore they were shocked when at six months of age, all of their Kattle became pregnant and each delivered four identical offspring. The animals were isolated and plans were drawn up to dispose of them, but shelved as investigations continued into the curious beast.

The animals at both sites escaped into the wild when the Red Plague hit and the rest is history.

We now know that Kattle reproduce through parthenogenesis starting at six months of age and continuing throughout their life until they die. In ideal conditions they will have young continuously once every seven months. Herds will divide into two or more groups if conditions become unsuitable, in a fashion similar to swarming bees and all but one of the herds will relocate at least fifty miles if possible.

Kattle adapt to their surroundings, succeeding generations taking on camouflage colors suitable for their environment and their bodies changing slightly to suit the region they live in. In snowy areas they grow a much thicker coat of wool and their feet grow small pads that act as snowshoes. In mountainous areas their leg muscles become stronger and they become great leapers.

By accident or design, Kattle now exist on every continent in the world. They can be domesticated and often form a large portion of a community's meat supply. Constant milking of Kattle will promote greater milk production in the offspring.

Their meat is bland and tough, but palatable.

Wild Kattle provide a ready food source for pokégirls and it's suspected that their presence has kept predatory pokégirls from much heavier predation of man.

MILKTIT

MILKTIT, the Dairy Cow Pokégirl
Type: Varies from Very Near Human to Not Very Near Human (Bovine Animorph)
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: Herbivore, Can digest almost any plant material
Role: Milk producer, Emergency food provider
Libido: Average to High
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Smother, Love 'N' Affection, Stomp, Warm Milk, Busting Out, Milk Drink, Roll Out, Butter Up, Mountain Hold, Puff puff
Enhancements: Enhanced Durability (x5), Enhanced Intelligence, Semi-elastic skin, fast recovery, breasts can produce up to 25 gallons per day of milk; internal glands can alter the milk to various states
Evolves: Minotaura (battle stress), Mooncalf (Moon Stone), Queenbra (Dragon E-Metal)
Evolves From: None
When looking at advertisements and commercials one of the most heavily used Pokégirls is the Milktit, though it's not because of her looks or fighting prowess. These bovine Pokégirls are known throughout the world as the source of milk, cheese, cream and other dairy products. Dairy farms often have several dozen of these Pokégirls, and many Tamers find them to be just what they need in terms of a food source for long journeys. It was for this purpose that Milktits were actually created. In conjunction with Chickenlittles, these cow Pokégirls were used in the Revenge War frequently. They were easy to feed in the field, their dietary needs easy to fulfill by simply letting them graze on nearby grass and trees, and the milk their breasts produced provided much needed health boosts for several units of Sukebe's forces. Because they were not the best fighters, however, they were also among the first breeds of Pokégirl to be officially `tamed.' The breed has remained widely popular to this day, especially among starting Tamers and Tamers who have trouble finding food in the wild.
Uncommon across the globe, they're relatively easy to find in addition to usually being the face of the Dairy Industry. The diary cow Pokégirl's appearance ranges from fur and vaguely animalistic features to normal-looking girls with small, slightly curved horns and soft, leather-like skin. Most Milktits have features in line with dairy breeds of Pre-Sukube cattle, such as the black and white patched coloration of Holsteins or the smooth brown of a Jersey. However some take on the features of other cattle breeds, like the solid black Angus or rust colored Herford. In reality, however, this only amounts to variations in fur color and horn length (or in the case of 'Polled Milktits' the absence of horns). Their height and skin tones vary greatly as well, and their sometimes regional differences lead researchers to speculate that several types of human and cattle DNA were used in making different strains of this largely variable breed.
Oddly for a breed based on cattle, they also have some capacity for higher intelligence and tactics, usually above the average human. This leads some Milktits to be used as assistants, but as they are generally submissive in nature, they rarely make good Alphas or Betas, the majority preferring subservient roles in whatever their setting is. These cow Pokégirls also have something of a maternal streak, and it's not uncommon for them to be seen in households as nannies or the mothers themselves. Friendly, gregarious, and non-aggressive, these bovine Pokégirls prefer the quiet life over the roving life of a Tamer, though they tend to accept most situations as they come.
One of the most notable features of the breed is their breasts, and not just because they're spectacularly large. A Milktit's breasts are constantly lactating, producing delicious milk to drink. When milked completely, they are never smaller than a D-Cup, but it's rare to see them at such a comparatively small size. A Milktit produces up to 25 gallons of milk per day in optimum conditions (though usually stresses and other factors make this an average of about 10 gallons per day). This constant lactation is due to a variant of Prolactin that is created within the Milktit's blood stream. This means that the breed is constantly producing milk, and the hormone (called Prolactin M) is also present in the milk produced by the breed. Due to the presence of the hormone in the Milk, any female, human or Pokégirl, who drinks fresh untreated Milktit milk will begin lactating themselves. This lactation, however, is normal, and is curable simply by not milking the affected female.
Not milking a Milktit will not stop her lactation though. Luckily, due to the elastic collagen nature of the breed's breasts, they can handle up to a whopping 45 gallons of milk before their system takes over and begins leaking the milk from their nipples at a constant rate due to pressure. For the Pokégirl, being that full of milk is an extremely unpleasant feeling, and that much milk has their breasts so large that they immobilize the bovine type. If a Milktit remains unmilked for up to a week, they will be immobilized by the sheer size of their own breasts. At that point, usually their breasts are sensitive to the touch as well, inducing pain. In liberal and some Moderate leagues, allowing a Milktit to go unmilked for that long is considered abuse, and there are fines and punishments that are levied accordingly.
Most of the breed do not take to battling well, as they don't have many offensive moves. Milktits are more suited to a support role, where they can use their moves to distract or annoy their harem sister's opponents, or stay on the sidelines and use their innate abilities to give their sisters aid. To do this, the breed falls back on their milk producing ability. Inside their breasts is a series of glands which they can use to alter their milk's effects, creating a healing potion, a sedative, a libido enhancing drug, or a hypnotic. Most often during battle, it is the healing milk of this dairy Pokégirl that can keep her harem sisters going. If sent into battle on her own however, many of the breed begin to stress easily, which lowers their milk production, and causes their eventual evolution into a Minotaura.
Taming a Milktit depends usually on the demeanor of the individual Pokégirl, though universally the breed has shown a love for any type of breast play. Due to their variable libido, Tamers should scan their individual Pokégirl in order to know their taming needs instead of relying on the generalized entries of the Pokédex. Preferences, besides the aforementioned breast play, are usually up to the individual, as Milktits can be seen in almost every fetish at least once, including the more risqué taming styles such as bondage or domination.
Feral Milktits are herd based Pokégirls, traveling in tandem with others of their kind and browsing the land and raising Pokékits when left alone. When attacked, the breed tends to stampede, the entire group of Pokégirls running madly away from danger and trampling everything in their path. Some wily feral predators have learned to simply chase down Milktits and separate them from their herd before pinning them and drinking their fill. However, more often than not, predator Pokégirls are after the bovine type's meat, and not her milk. Single ferals tend to be highly skittish and flee from most forms of what they perceive as danger. If a tamer wishes to catch a Milktit in the wild, often the easiest way is to take a page from the predatory ferals and single a Milktit off from her herd. Some liberal tamers have claimed that another method is more gentle and viable. Offering up some tasty fruit and have a non-threatening Pokégirl lie prone on the ground nearby. The gently curious ferals will investigate, and if a taming is initiated the Milktit is a good as caught. A word of warning for this method, however, if the tamer makes a wrong move, they may wind up trampled.
Thresholding into a Milktit is among the more common thresholds for young girls to go through. Many thresholders delight in their new found 'assets' but the loss of their human status still stings. More often than not, thresholders are given to friends of the family or placed in dairy ranches, instead of being cycled into the Ranch system.

GALLIE

GALLIE (AKA CHICKENLITTLE), the Poultry Pokegirl

Type: Near Human (Fowl Animorph)
Element: Normal
Frequency: Common
Diet: Omnivore
Role: Egg production, Distraction
Libido: Low
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Sand Attack, Pounce, Bite, Air Recovery, Fury Swipes, Strike, Yell
Enhancements: Food Production (Eggs), Freejoints (Knees), Lightweight, Natural Weapons (Toe Claws), Recovery
Evolves: Cockatrix (Moon Stone)
Evolves From: None
Revised: January 2014

Created as the first food production breed, little has changed about the Gallie's role in society. This pokegirl is based on the domestic chicken (hence the proper name) and are commonly called the Chickenlittle due to the breed's slight stature. These fowl pokegirls have a poor reputation, seen as little more than animal in mind and as undesirable for taming purposes. The reality is that while Gallie on average are very limited mentally, any other rumors about the breed are often exaggerated.

These chicken based pokegirls tend to be shorter than the average human, usually following a bell curve between 3.5 and 4.5 feet (1.07-1.37 meters) tall with the standard being around 4 feet (1.22 meters) tall. Thresholders are occasionally taller by up to 6 inches (15 cm). Gallie have the usual variation of Near Human appearances, with some showing more anthromorphic traits than others. All individuals have a red fleshy comb atop their heads (though this may be small enough to hide in hair) and feathered arm-wings, with the smallest digit being elongated and used to support their wing, while the thumb and other three digits are usable for manipulation of objects. Also, all Gallie have scaled avian legs and feet, beginning from hip or mid-thigh (depending on individual). These chicken-like legs have a flexible knee than can bend forwards or backwards as well as ending in a standard three front claw single back claw formation. Body feathering, presence or absence of a feathered avian tail, waddles, or (rarely) a beak will vary by individual. Colors of plumage and overall look of an individual will vary based on the chicken, with all pre-sukebe breeds of chickens being found amongst the Gallie breed. Hair colors tend to be in any color found on plumage and often matches an individual's plumage, and eye colors are usually yellow or brown, with red, green, or blue being uncommon.

Often touted as 'the only pokegirl dumber than a Bimbo' Gallie have the distinct notoriety of being little more than animal in mind. Indeed, only around 20% of the breed can even approach human intelligence (and are called Hot Chicks to distinguish these lucky individuals), with 90% of those numbers being from threshold cases. This is not to say the breed is without intelligence at all, as Gallie have the instincts of their animal kin. Many tamers are surprised when the stories about Chickenlittles sitting and clucking happily to themselves while forgetting to eat are pure nonsense. As this breed is rather active when not settling down to lay. Gallie hunt small rodents, reptiles, and insects as well as foraging for grains and greenery, and are annoyingly adept at getting into places. Gallie are able to take off for short flights of up to 5 to 10 times their height before gliding back to earth for a controlled if clumsy landing. These poultry pokegirls typically only fly to get away from danger or to roost high in trees. The breed is also very gregarious, preferring the company of other Gallie, avians, or even humans. When in a group, the breed will often establish a hierarchy, known as a 'pecking order' of dominance.

While Gallie can be a danger to unprepared humans, they are easily dispatched by almost every pokegirl. Even canny humans with simple weapons can take out the breed, making them perhaps the most easily bested pokegirl next to the Damsel. The breed's first tactic is to flee, often bursting up into the air for a short flight when least expected, all the while yelling their distinctive 'Bah-GAWK!' distress cry. If hunting small rodents, the breed does utilize their attacks, though these flighty fowl will even flee Kattle sized animals. Hot Chicks are capable of comprehending tactics and overcoming their flight over fight mentality, though are still fairly weak battlers due to their lack of enhancements and small pool of natural techniques.

While Chickenlittles lay eggs at the rate of about one per day. Egg sizes on average are about 150 g (5.3oz) with a typical range from 125-175g (4.4-6.2oz) are are about double the size of a jumbo true chicken egg. The egg producing organ attached to the posterior side of the internal vagina produces the eggs, which are always unfertilized and contain no actual egg cell despite having a yolk and albumen like a standard chicken egg. The egg producing organ (pseudoovi) also becomes dormant during a Gallie's pregnancy, due to the dangers of egg rupture from increased weight and fetal movement in late pregnancy. Gallie eggs tend to produce 168mL or 12 tablespoons of cooked product, meaning one of these eggs equals about 4 large eggs when used for cooking.

Due to their instinctive nature, taming most Gallie is almost mechanical in nature, as the breed has the urge to 'mate' and will allow themselves to be tamed easily, though won't be able to be a very active participant. Thanks in part to the breed's Recovery, they are not as rumor states, 'too loose and lacking'. Though a Chickenlittle's lack of taming participation likely lead impart to this assumption. Those rare individuals with more intelligence are capable of actively participating and trying more than the standing position most of the breed uses for 'mating'.

With most Gallie, there is very little distinction between a tamed individual and a feral one. Feral members of the breed act the same, foraging during the day and roosting at night, though some are a bit more canny where they lay their eggs. Ferals tend to undergo parthogenesis at at rate of once per year, meaning that many feral Gallie don't lay eggs at all. The breed's typical litter is 3-4 pokekits, who are among the most precocial of all pokegirls, usually walking by 3 months old. Some Tradesmen who wish to increase the numbers of their flock simply let their pokegirls 'go broody' by way of letting them go feral and become pregnant. In many Leagues, it is not against the law to allow a Gallie to go feral (as there's little to no difference) or to even keep feral Gallie.

Threshold into a Gallie is perhaps the most terrifying threshold for a human to go through, as the girl only has a slim chance of keeping any of her intelligence. Threshold begins with the transformation of the arms, the elongation of the pinky digit being the most painful part of the process. Itching from feather and scale growth on the arms and legs (and other parts of the body should the transforming girl be heading towards a more anthromorphic look) follow. The knees tend to go completely numb while reconfiguring for the new movement. At this point the thresholder will know if they are among the few (about 35% of thresholders) to keep their intelligence, as at this point either the process is done or the new pokegirl's intelligence dips exponentially. Many thresholders try to get their hands on a Moon Stone or otherwise restore themselves to full intelligence by any means (often desperate) possible. Thresholded Chickenlittles who lose their intelligence are usually sold to egg farms, while the more intelligent ones fetch a far higher price as show pokegirls or general oddities.

ENCHANTRESS

ENCHANTRESS, the Sexy Sorcery Genius Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic/Psychic
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: human style diet
Role: sex-slaves, retainers, spies, magical item artisans
Libido: High to Extreme
Strong Vs: Dark, Fighting, Poison
Weak Vs: Fire, Ghost, Bug
Attacks: Power Bolt, Mana Bolt, Reflect, Shield, Smile, Sing, Glare, Yell, Cry, Hypnotic Gaze, Backstab, Rapid Stroke, Angel Eyes, Rune Chain
Enhancements: Magical Affinity, innate ability to craft and enchant items of many kinds, Enhanced Sensitivity (x4), Enhanced Senses (x3), Enhanced Reflexes (x3), Longevity (for Dark Elf evolved Enchantresses)
Evolves: Archmage (magical overload)
Evolves From: Witch (Moon Stone), Dark Elf (Mana Crystal)
An Enchantress is quite the opposite of her most common pre-evolved form, which was a Witch. An Enchantress fills out more, becoming quite shapely, her breasts growing out to a nice C-cup and a thin waist and lithe frame. They usually tend to be dressed like Harem girls, or even similar to Domina. Though both styles of clothing have a crescent moon pattern printed somewhere. Usually near the waist, on one of the breasts, or shoulders. Though rarer than others, Enchantresses that evolve from Dark Elves often have darker skin (often the same color as when they were Dark Elves) and enjoy their longevity as well. These Pokégirls retain their pointed ears, although they do not keep the same level of sensitivity to sound that is normally associated with elf-types. Their longevity seems to lessen, however, and there have been known Pokéwoman Enchantress' Pokégirls that evolved from Dark Elves by the time they reached 40 years of age. Research is ongoing as to why this is, but this type of Enchantress is rather rare and there has been little headway made in this research so far.
Be warned though, Enchantresses are known for being quite jealous, though this is because they can become quite loyal to their Tamer… Almost bordering obsession. Enchantresses' obsession with their Tamer is quite evident, since they can be very competitive with any and ALL amorous or lustful Pokégirls that are in the Tamer's harem. An Enchantress can also become quite jealous when a Tamer begins to show other Pokégirls of his harem more affection. Put simply, an Enchantress is a sex fiend and an attention hog. It is highly recommended that any tamer that has an Enchantress be sure to put some time aside every day to spend with her, or else she will become very moody. And getting her out of this mood can take a great deal of effort. Lazy tamers should NOT keep an Enchantress in their harem, as this breed will never target another Pokégirl with their obsessive loyalty. However, they do get along well with Pokégirls that do not have high libidos, but are still far too selfish to be useful as an Alpha or a Beta within any harem. This breed also seems to enjoy all sorts of sexual acts and picks up on sexual techniques rather easily, although they do prefer a one-on-one taming with their tamer than to be in a group all at once. However, their bodies are extremely sensitive to touch, and although this can be negated with training to some extent, the Enchantress usually requires spells to deaden their senses to the point where they will be most useful in sex battles. This sensitivity does come in handy for their tamers, however, who may otherwise have a difficult time with their needs.
An Enchantress is also more of a tricky Magic-type of Pokégirl to handle when in battle. Not only are her spells weaker than a Sorceress of the same level (an Enchantress' magical strength is about 75% the overall strength of a Sorceress' at the same level), and she has a few attacks that are useful for damage, but her true strength is in her wide range of status effect attacks. This is also the area that her psychic powers are prevalent, since she has many Psychic-based Status Effect attacks. In general an Enchantress is best used in a support role or in sex battles rather than as a frontline combatant, although she can be used successfully to capture many types of Pokégirls, as long as they are not too fast to avoid her techniques. These Pokégirls do well in such positions, and other than supporting roles they are found commonly for their real benefit to a tamer.
The true benefit of evolving a Witch into an Enchantress (other than lots of sex) is their unsurpassed ability to make magical items ranging from potions to permanently enchanted items. All other mages when they wish to create a magical item must first obtain the item to be enchanted (usually at great expense and/or difficulty) an Enchantress instinctively knows how to fabricate such an item and if provided with the correct tools and materials can make one of sufficient quality to withstand enchantment. Note this applies only when creating a magical item, so an Enchantress will only know how to make a sword if she is seeking to create a magical sword and will forget how to make swords once she has forged one for enchanting. Also note that Enchantresses are perfectionists when creating items for enchantment and will demand the best materials and tools unless the need for the item is urgent.
Also unlike other mages they need not cast the spells with which an item is to be enchanted themselves. Another magic user will suffice so long as the Enchantress casts the enchant item and permanence spells and scribes the magic circle to be used for the enchantment. However only if an Enchantress is 100% involved in the enchantment process, from constructing the item to casting the spells, will there be no chance of the enchantment process failing. However, despite their proficiency with enchanting items and creating all sorts of magical objects, they find it extraordinarily difficult to craft new spells. Although they can learn new spells quickly enough, creating new ones take four to five times longer than most other magic-casting Pokégirls do. This may seem a deficiency, but considering the lack of tamers and magic teachers able or willing to teach their Pokégirls magic, this is usually a very much forgotten facet of the Enchantress.
Feral Enchantress, though very rare, are found near what mages call 'ley lines'. These ferals likely can sense the greater magic in the area, but are unable to use it at all due to their feral state. In this state, they lose almost all use of their magical abilities and tend to run away from anything not male, or possessing a male appendage. Research shows that where one finds a feral Enchantress one will find, with a fairly high chance, a Dildoqueen (or some evolution of such) in the vicinity as well, the two often spending much of their time foraging for food or Taming, for the little good that it does them. When approached by a male, feral Enchantress often prefer to make themselves available for a taming rather than fight or run away, unless the tamer is obviously abusive or threatening her.

DILDOQUEEN

DILDOQUEEN, the Shemale Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal/Poison
Frequency: Rare, Extremely Rare (Feral)
Diet: human diet, favoring vegetarianism
Role: Taming aide, sexual education and experimentation, breeding
Libido: High, strong desire to penetrate others
Strong Vs: Ghost, any sex-based Pokégirl
Weak Vs: Fighting, Magic, elemental attacks
Attacks: [as Dildorina], Relaxing Gaze, Shemale
Enhancements: Functional penis, Toughness x8, Endurance x8, expertise with sex toys, ability to summon sex toys, Poison Resistance x8, Strength x2
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Dildorina (normal, focus on penetration)
The Dildoqueen is one of those Pokégirls that absolutely baffle even the most knowledgeable Researchers, and frighten all but the most sexually adventurous Tamers. The reason in this case is simple: she's a Pokégirl with a little... something extra.
Dildoqueens are classified as a Very Near Human breed of Pokégirl, being unmistakeable from very beautiful human females until they get aroused. They are perfectly at ease with their bodies and make sure to take good care of themselves, even when feral. They prefer to wear clothes that enhance both their feminine beauty and sensual appearance. Not surprisingly, Dildoqueens are extremely good at seducing people. Once one does get aroused, however, it becomes very obvious what she really is- a hermaphrodite with a rather prominent and fully-functional penis, the breed's identifying feature. Some Dildoqueens have testes as well, and no vagina, making it impossible for them to get pregnant. Even Dildoqueens without testes (and with a vagina) can ejaculate large amounts of semen, through mechanisms even they don't understand. For a long time, largely thanks to a Watcher named Doug whose harem of big-wingered Dildoqueens provided most of what's known of the breed, it was believed that the Dildoqueen's penis ranged in size from "large" to "ridiculous". More recently, a few bashful Dildoqueens have revealed that their penises actually run the same size range as those of human males, including some "to the left of the bell curve".
Dildoqueens can impregnate Pokéwomen and induce parthenogenesis in Pokégirls with the resulting offspring always being the base level evolution of whatever the impregnated pokéwoman or Pokégirl was. This makes Dildoqueens highly sought after by Breeders, but most Dildoqueens take offense at being thought of as nothing more than a walking sperm tank and will spurn those who treat them as such (arranging impregnation attempts without the 'queen's consent first, for example). Strangely, a pokégirl or Pokéwoman who approaches a Dildoqueen with a request to be impregnated will never be turned away and a Dildoqueen will do her very enthusiastic best to make that pregnancy happen. Female Tamers with a Dildoqueen in their harem are advised to be cautious - Dildoqueens can impregnate humans as well. In such cases, the child is either a human girl or a Dildoran. The maternal instincts of a Dildoqueen are very strong. Should she impregnate a Harem-sister (or her Tamer), she will take great care of the baby and will protect it at all costs. Tamers are advised not to separate a Dildoqueen from their child until the girl is at least three years of age or unless they really enjoy getting mauled. Not even a Level 5 Taming Cycle will cause the Dildoqueen to forget that she had/fathered a child.
A Dildoqueen is still much better at sex combat than she is at true combat, though she's not exactly shabby at traditional combat any more, either, having developed even more stamina and some strength from so much sex as a Dildorina. A Tamer who trains a Dildoqueen in weapon techniques for use with summoned dildos can often acquire a huge advantage simply by surprising the opposition with a pokégirl normally associated with sexbattling. Unlike Dildorinas, who have a huge variety of sex attacks, Dildoqueens have usually (not always!) specialized in penetration techniques that make good use of their new anatomy. They do make heavy use of Lust Dust, "This'll Feel Good", and Relaxing Gaze to calm their opponents and prevent rejection, of course.
In a harem, Dildoqueens are very good at keeping the peace and smoothing over any friction between Harem-sisters, using their Relaxing Gaze to calm others and settle arguments peacefully. They do not actively seek a position of power in the harem, instead relying on their skills of seduction to get things done. They do make quite effective Alphas, though it's not a position they relish, aside from being able to Tame their Harem-sisters more often (rank has its privileges, after all).
When it comes to Taming, Dildoqueens can be problematic for obvious reasons. With their high libido, they greatly enjoy sex and like to have it often, but they do have a penis and they don't like it if their Tamer pretends it doesn't exist. While they don't expect to get a blowjob every session, every Tamer with a Dildoqueen in his Harem will have to face the fact that she'll want him to let her to penetrate him in some way. Female Tamers, on the other hand, usually don't experience problems with Dildoqueens, provided they don't forget the condoms. Finally, since all Dildoqueens were at one point in their lives Dildorinas they have a great knowledge of sex toys and derive a lot of enjoyment from them. Although it's no longer the primary focus of their sexual enjoyment, a Dildoqueen is never short on toys.
Feral Dildoqueens are extremely rare and their behavior is mostly unobserved. From what Researchers can tell, feral Dildoqueens are moderately territorial and tend to form a kind 'feral harem' of feral Pokégirls found in the area, who protect her in return for sex and companionship. They usually don't bother intruders unless provoked (a Tamer trying to catch one of the 'harem' may find himself mobbed). While the ferals only intend to drive the intruder away, there have been cases of Tamers trying to stand up against the entire 'harem' and being killed in the process. Not surprisingly, many of the Pokégirls in a feral Dildoqueen 'harem' are almost always pregnant. Leagues with strong anti-Pokégirl sentiments point to this fact and claim that Dildoqueens are responsible for the large feral population and argue that, in order to keep feral numbers under control, a bounty should be placed on Dildoqueens. Most researchers, however, scoff at these claims saying that feral Dildoqueens are much too rare to have any significant impact on feral population numbers. Surprisingly, feral Dildoqueens do not resort to Gender Dust the way feral Dildorinas are known to, though this doesn't exactly comfort the male Tamers confronted with one.
There are no known cases of girls Thresholding directly into Dildoqueens. Threshold Dildorans and Dildorinas becoming a Dildoqueen usually have no problems with the transition, although they do tend to jerk off a lot for the first few days after the evolution.

WITCH

WITCH, the Magic User Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic
Frequency: Uncommon (Most of the world), Very Rare (Edo League)
Diet: Human-style
Role: Magic-users
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Magic, Psychic, Fire, Lightning, Ice
Weak Vs: Ghost, Normal, Fighting, Rock
Attacks: Spellwork, Witch's Curse, Barrier, Aura Barrier, Mystic Bolt, Mana Bolt, Power Bolt, Reflect
Enhancements: Magic Affinity, Enhanced Reflexes (x2), Enhanced Dexterity (x2), Enhanced Sensitivity (x2)
Evolves: Sorceress (Normal), Enchantress (Moon Stone), Elementalist (Angel Stone, Dark Stone, Diamond Stone, Fire Stone, Heavy Metal, Ice Crystal, Leaf Stone, Mana Crystal, Psi Crystal, Thunder Stone, Venom Stone, Water Stone, Dusk Stone, Dragon Scale, Round Stone, or Sun Stone), Puppeteer (Battle stress + Use of Dolls), Tick-Tock (Dream Stone)
Evolves From: None
The poster-girl for magic and by far the most common of spellcasting Pokégirls, Witches are also the point from which many magic-types start their lives and so are a very often-used starter 'girl. Although not the easiest to handle in such a starting role, they're certainly a fine choice, as they have a great deal of potential in terms of variety, both due to the spellcasting nature of their primary abilities and to their large range of evolutionary possibilities, and they were one of the first breeds to be tamed en mass during the revenge war, their curiosity and lack of much physical power often leading them to be trapped and captured more easily than other breeds.
Physically, there is no standard appearance for Witches; they run the gauntlet of skin and hair colors, usually depending upon their place of birth and ancestry. The only real common characteristic is that most of the breed is under six feet tall, with shorter girls definitely being the most common, though this is far from any kind of steadfast rule. Thus, they're one of the hardest to identify from purely physical characteristics, since they're very hard to tell apart from most other very near human breeds-or, at least in an unclothed state and when not awake. With their magical abilities, it is rare for a tamer to care enough to prevent his Witch from wearing her choice in clothes when it can be summoned, especially since said choice tends to be flashy, dramatic attire, often with a mystical or astrological theme. However, the true reason it is usually allowed is that an Alpha-bonded Witch usually takes the initiative of finding out her master's tastes and making the clothes attractive to him too, whether that entails a beautiful robe or a skimpy, fantasy sorceress's garb. It should be noted however, that Witches rarely have any skill in enchanting clothing or other items, and if a tamer desires that, a Moon Stone should be used to produce an Enchantress instead.
However, as taking the initiative that way suggests, Witches are also identifiable because they're very intense, energetic girls in most cases, throwing themselves into all of life's endeavors with curiosity and gusto to the point that many tamers cannot keep up with them and will try to find tasks to keep them occupied. Unlike what one might expect, though, a bored Witch is more dangerous than annoying, as most tend to be curious and very ready to experiment, and which such experiments involve untried magic... they can be varying degrees of dangerous, though they more often harm others or the environment than the Witch. However, this can also lead to vary positive results, such as powerful new spells, so it is definitely not to be discouraged, simply watched with caution. In any event, the Witch is an energetic, curious, and often proud Pokégirl who rarely does things in half-measures, approaching almost everything in life with a gusto that has led many a tamer's heart to be moved by the energy his Pokégirl put into something minor-or become frustrated as all hell because she won't leave him alone about something.
As one would expect, this makes them a rather persistent battler, refusing to give up until they're very solidly beaten in many cases, and that combined with the variety and scope possible with spellcasting means Witches have a reputation for winning battles they should not be able to, pounding away again and again until their magical reserves are exhausted or their opponent has fallen. However, lacking any toughness and in fact having vastly more sensitive bodies than humans-many are very ticklish, though exceptions aren't unknown-they tend to fare horrible at close-range combat, and a Witch's best bet in battle is almost always to keep moving, throwing Mystic Bolts and spells at her foe from a distance whilst keeping up enough of a barrier to ward off at least one hit if the enemy happens to manage to close. However, one should take care in letting a Witch fight a stronger opponent this way, as not only will she likely totally exhaust herself in the attempt, but since the breed lacks enhanced concentration, exhaustion could easily cause her to mess up a spell and have it backfire.
Due to their enhanced sensitivity, though, Witches are practically useless in sex battles; they tend to be frustrated and sensitive, pun not intended, about this lack, and quickly become defensive if teased about it. Teasing as such is a risk with Witches, because some will become aroused rather heavily about being teased over such things, but others will become upset or depressed instead, so it is best to tread carefully here. However, they're far from deficient lovers even beyond that, and although their enhanced sensitivity results in them being easy to bring to climax, their energy and persistence means that their first release will almost never be the last, unless they've learned a spell designed to increase sexual stamina, which is not uncommon. They also tend to be a breed that's happy to try out new and exotic positions, and many discover a liking for them.
Feral Witches are even more persistent than tamed ones, and tend to live in forests where ingredients for spells are most often found. They experiment a great deal, and catching one often yields a 'girl with some decent spells, if a few scars, though they're not an easy catch, even though they aren't prone to running away, for the reasons above. In fact, a feral Witch could easily fight herself to the point of dying from heat exhaustion or refusing to give up against superior force. They do tend to be more easily caught by those with magic 'girls, though, as curiosity and the desire to learn stronger magic can sometimes even lead to them voluntarily joining up. As one might expect, they are also a common threshold, marked by extra energy, an interest in magic, and a tendency to become very persistent.
On a final note, there seems to be a superstition passed along amongst Witches about the color red, and a few rumors have been unearthed-though most, proud as they are, claim to pay them no mind despite some of the older ones seeming to be afraid of the color-that there exists a Witch who wears scarlet, a Witch whose powers are strong enough to change the world entirely. This much seems to indeed be a rumor, however, as no evidence for it has come to light as of 300 AS despite the rumor possibly going as far back as the Revenge War. If anything, it might be thought of as a folk memory of some powerful Witch in that period, though no human records exist that prove this either way.