Chapter 4 -
Or, The Obligatory Tentacle Chapter
Also, that M rating… Calm down. Please.
Naruto noticed one thing when he woke up. And that was the pile of blue hair buried into his sternum. Don't let what anyone else says fool you, sleeping with someone when a lifetime has been spent sleeping alone is not pleasant.
The other thing he noticed was his chest might be bruised. Astra's chin was sharp, and it dug into the exact wrong spot.
It was definitely bruising.
Naruto idly wondered why the blunette wasn't sleeping in her pokeball, one of the things she'd insisted on after being outed as a pokegirl. It was certainly out of character.
Realization. "Oh. It's you," Naruto told his Loner, not having worked up the ability to care yet. It was too early.
'Yes. That was surprisingly intelligent of you,' she noted distantly.
"Pervy-sage always said my brain works better when it's not supposed to work."
'I know.' She knew, just about everything about him. Was he supposed to say something? Oh, right.
"Why?" his tone gestured to Astra who was very comfortable gouging a hole in his torso. He could feel her breasts level with his stomach. Liquid fire surged through his veins bringing him to the realm of awake.
She appeared. "Your virginity hurt me, so I sought revenge." She explained nothing at all.
"That's… okay?"
"Thank you for the permission," she half-bowed at the waist, showing cleavage normally covered by her black cloak. Such a tease. "Are you going to ravage her into consciousness, or will I need to intervene?"
Naruto finished waking up, alert. "I think I'm fine on-what? No! I'm not going to do that!" he shouted, confused.
"I don't see why. From her thoughts she would not be entirely opposed-"
"That means some part of her is opposed!" Naruto cried on her behalf.
Astra, miraculously, hadn't awoken from the racket they'd raised.
"-But it seems direct intervention is necessary," the Loner finished.
"You can't make me!"
She clasped her hand together, laid on top of the other. The heel of her upper palm was humping her knuckles. Naruto glowed with psychic energy. A smirk tipped the corners of her black lips, dangerous. "I can't?"
"Alright! Maybe you can. But you won't," Naruto challenged, raising his chin in defiance and meeting her eyes.
The canvas wall of his tent, somehow soundproof, filtered in colored light that bounced off her eyes. "I won't?" she challenged right back, the glint in her eyes revved up his pride. Unfortunately, all systems were being rerouted through arousal first.
The magenta glow gathered around Astra and slowly dragged her up his body. Naruto sighed as her chin dislodged from his sternum before it turned into a groan. Slowly. Tightly. Arousing. "Fine," Naruto ground out, trying his best to keep his voice level. "Maybe you will."
"And what will you do about it?" she asked, teeth shining white. What a douchebag.
The clothes started to slowly peel off; Naruto struggled to think of an answer. Astra's face was level with his own, and she had never looked cuter than in her sleep. "I'll," his brain shut down, "I'll wake her up!" he decided.
Palms slowly folded into each other before coming apart. Repeat. "Oh? And what do you think that will accomplish?" Her voice dripped with sensual mockery.
The clothes removed themselves, and bobbed away to slowly fold themselves in some corner of the tent. Naruto's breaths couldn't decide whether to stall in his throat or crawl back down to the pull in his stomach.
He hissed. There were naked boobs touching him. His very virgin mind shut down as he stared at the undulation of the Loner's palms and the corresponding movement in the mop of blue hair. Her skin was smooth.
The tent was unbearably hot.
"Naruto," Astra moaned, waking up. Her eyes fluttered open and bored into his through a layer of milky sheen.
His conscious mind let go of the reigns.
"Ah, morning!" Alex cried. "Full of adventure and surprises."
The sun had risen on the east, reflecting the light of the large landmass from its earlier pass. The birds didn't chirp, mostly because there were no birds. No bird pokegirls either: the route was just too dangerous.
The trees reflected the morning's beams in green fractals and rainbow dew.
"Go back to sleep," Erica requested, lazily.
Wasn't she mechanical and immune to exhaustion?
Astra bounced upbeat. She rocked on her heels impatiently. "What do you think will happen today?" she asked the veteran tamer.
He carefully considered what might happen, tempering his rampant optimism (or maybe his mid-life crisis). "I think we might reach the Dark Elves today," he paused for a sidelong glance at Naruto. "And maybe Vampire Valley by the evening."
Naruto had picked up cloud watching as his new hobby.
"I forgot what its actual name is," he admitted sheepishly, seeing that the blonde wouldn't freeze over. "Just that nickname."
"Vampires, huh. I was mostly joking earlier," she admitted, also casting a sidelong glance at her tamer. "But something tells me he'll walk out with one."
"Maybe two," Alex argued.
Astra considered the idea of having four other Vampires with him. Given his retarded luck it was plausible. The ultimate monkey's paw.
"Maybe four," she continued.
The man snorted as he looked at his Mechdoll, concerned. "Are you alright?"
"Peachy," she bit back through half shut eyes.
Arms raised in surrender. "Alright. Don't bite me for checking."
"You two do anything for breakfast?" Astra asked to break the small silence that swiftly fell. And she was hungry.
"Nah, I breathe and live ration bars," he admitted.
"If you're offering, we'd love to help," Erica cut in, sweet smiles and rosy aura.
"We would?"
Sickening sweet smiles and roses surrounded in thorns. "We would. It would be a pleasure."
Alex decided to evacuate the area before more than words rained down like payloads. "I thought evolution cured that bipolarism?" he muttered.
Screaming was heard as a small eel of electricity chased after his sarcastic grumbling. Erica's smile was serene. "So, what will we be making?"
Astra decided to ignore whatever mood she was in and just tell her straight. "Honestly, just some tortillas with whatever we have."
Erica blinked. "Aren't those difficult on the move?"
"Not really. Just some flour, oil, water, and a hot surface."
Astra began pulling a pan out of their backpack. It was conspicuously large, much bigger than their bag. The rumored 'weapon class' frying pan. Or, maybe it was the 'Don't insult the chef class'. They were easily mixed up.
"Here. Allow me." Erica grasped the pan and placed it onto her palm. Within moments, the surface sizzled with unrestrained heat.
Astra blinked. "Thank you."
Minutes later they had cooked more than enough tortillas for the morning. Alex had been drawn back by his nose.
Naruto still found the clouds fascinating.
"Is he going to eat? Or just stand there all day?" the veteran tamer asked around a mouthful of food. There was a ration bar sticking out of his tortilla.
A smug smile crossed the Astra's face. "He's just a little out of it."
Erica rolled her eyes.
"I can understand that, but we're going to be walking all day and most of the night. Kids gonna need his fuel."
"He'll be fine," she dismissed callously.
"You're not the nicest pokegirl out there. Anyone ever tell you that?" Alex said.
Astra sighed. "No."
"Huh. Strange." He scratched his cheek. "No, but seriously. Is the kid going to be okay?"
"He's fine," she reassured with a casual shrug.
"...That answer does not fill me with confidence."
"Good to know," Astra snarked.
"Cause he's the type of guy who can't sit still and can't stay quiet. And now he's staring vacantly at the sun," he pointed out.
Alright, thanks was pretty worrying. "Naruto, stop staring at the sun!" she called. It was bad for his health. "Thanks for pointing that out," she told him, words earnest but twisted sarcastic. "Staring at the sun is concerning."
Alex stared at her for a few moments. "You aren't the nicest pokegirl."
"I know."
"Alright," Erica cut in. "Stop messing with him. His poor, underdeveloped brain can't handle it." Mechdolls were notorious for coming to their tamer's defense.
"My brain isn't poor!" he proclaimed theatrically.
'Notice how he didn't say it wasn't underdeveloped,' the Loner said in her head.
'Has anyone told you you're wonderful?' Astra spoke back mentally.
'... In or out of bed?'
She was promptly ignored. 'Because you're wonderful.'
'I know," she snarked back.
Astra sighed blissfully before she bit into her tortilla. They carried some honey that she had loaded the inside of it with.
"My brain is rich like the Library of Alexandria!" the veteran tamer countered.
"Lost?"
"More like buried," Astra argued.
The Mechdoll shrugged. "Fair enough."
The man decided he'd had enough teasing and took his anger out on his food, muttering something under his breath.
Astra prepared another two for her tamer whenever he broke free of taming shock, sort of. He was likely hungry.
The blunette stood up and poked Naruto on the side of his head. It bobbed back a moment later. She gave up. "Naruto. Wake up."
What was so interesting about the clouds? "I'm up," he replied distantly.
Astra jabbed at his temple again; he didn't notice. "Not really."
"I think," he started. "I think I need to apologize to Pervy-sage." His face was contorted like he had eaten something rotten. "I need to apologize to Pervy-sage," Naruto repeated hysterically.
Well, apparently she had blown his world view to pieces in addition to blowing his mind, among other pieces of him. She shrugged, willing to take credit for that.
"Fine, talk to Great Master Jiraiya. Make it quick: we're breaking camp down now and will be leaving soon."
"Okay." He stared at his Pokedex.
Jiraiya yawned as he fumbled around for the 'Dex that was ringing. Blearily, he answered the call in audio and brought it up to his ear.
A pause. "Pervy-sage."
Oh, it was him. "Brat."
What did he want? He'd already given some money to the moron. If he managed to spend it already, he'd go after him just to shove his sandal down his throat.
There was another pause. "I'm sorry, Pervy-sage."
He glared at the corner of the wall on the brat's behalf. Apologies worked better without his hated nickname. And worse, it was catching on.
"What are you sorry for?" He was getting a headache. Both from the brat and the overpowering smell of sex.
"For making fun of your perviness so much!" Naruto cried. "I never should have doubted you!"
Oh, he got laid. Nevermind that he was looking forward to this moment for years, right now he just wanted to go back to sleep. He wasn't feeling it.
That's right, after years of dreaming of this very conversation he wasn't feeling it. What a letdown.
"You were right about everything…" Jiraiya couldn't bring himself to listen to more, peeling the 'Dex off his ear. Let the brat talk it out while he wasn't listening.
He felt sick to his stomach; that was odd, he'd never gotten stomach bugs ever since he kicked the shit out of that one Aburame. Something about the kid singing praises to his name and how right he was, all things he knew, made him queasy.
And shinobi legends didn't get queasy.
He stared disconsolate at the machinery lying in his palm. Was the brat blubbering now or was the machine garbling it?
"Damn it brat," he whispered to the ceiling. Things were so much easier when the kid didn't like him. When he didn't like the kid. When he didn't lie to the kid.
Instead of doing anything else, Jiraiya pushed through his weakness. He brought the device back up to his ear. "Of course I'm right, brat. I'm the Great Master Jiraiya, legendary wherever I go. The number one desirable among women and the most masculine man in the universe." he ended it with a laugh he hoped was arrogant.
The line almost continued, because he was really only talking to himself.
Naruto's eyes burned as the line ended. It hurt; it hurt so bad. Admitting that he was wrong and Pervy-sage was right the whole time. Liquid pieces of his shattered pride leaked from his eyes.
"Damn it," Naruto muttered. "I'm never going to live this down."
"No. No you aren't," Astra said smug from behind him.
Naruto's heart made a mad dash for cover from his throat as his feet achieved liftoff.
"You… heard all of that, didn't you?"
So much shame. She nodded that familiar smile pulling at her lips. Naruto blushed.
"I did."
Well, damn. "Are we ready to leave?" Expert subject change, none better.
Her appealing smile stretched a little wider like she knew exactly what he was doing. "We are. Here."
Some sort of food was placed in his hand. It was leathery and almost warm. Something inside of it squished, squirmed.
"You missed breakfast," her smile was definitely smug, "So I grabbed you some."
"Thank you," Naruto said, more like a question.
"You're welcome," she said to something entirely different.
Naruto's face reddened; he wasn't entirely oblivious, and everything in this place was sexually charged anyways.
"C'mon. Let's go," Astra offered with a nudge of her head. Bright grey eyes met his with an amused sparkle.
Naruto's imagination was somewhere entirely else. "Yeah," he agreed.
That smile stretched to shit-eating proportions.
"Alright!" Astra called to the others from across the clearing, camp broken and rolled up into their backpacks. "We're ready to leave."
"About time," the man grunted, spitting image of Jiraiya. "What took you?"
"Nothing, really," she dismissed.
Erica rolled her eyes again. As Alex's jacket. It was, in fact, disturbing.
"Fine," he accepted, "Let's get going."
And they listened. Because behind his gruffness and goof, there was authority oozing from him with his ego.
"Alright." Astra shrugged.
Naruto found himself staring at the clouds again. The sky was a haunting, familiar shade of blue.
'You see, this. This is why your virginity hurt me. I hear every thought you have.'
Naruto supposed that might be true. She also saw the enormous cultural clash inside his head.
'Blaming circumstance and anything but yourself. How very human.'
Naruto blinked. She was just jealous; he could tell, somehow.
'Well. You're not wrong,' she said blithely.
Remembering he was holding breakfast, Naruto brought some to his mouth. It tasted like honey, and not much else. Camp food.
Seeing that the conversation had tapered off, Naruto's imagination took back over.
'If that's what it took to blow your mind, just wait… a week or so,' the Loner promised.
She needed a name, stat. Being 'The Loner' would never cut it if he wouldn't let her be alone, ever. It kept hurting his head to call one of his precious people alone.
'But… procedure!' she protested.
Yeah, totally jealous.
'Fine, fine,' she capitulated. 'I want to be Kara von Stomp.'
What. What kind of name was that? Serious. He'd heard some stupid names before, Konohamaru meaning essence of Leaf, but that one took the cake, ramen, whatever.
'Hey, I like it,' she defended.
'You also like being a dick and teasing people,' Naruto mentally argued.
Peripherally, he acknowledged Astra poking his head again.
'Yes,' she said.
'And now that we've acknowledged that what you like isn't normal, we can find a different name,' Naruto argued.
'That's not very nice…' Kara said, faux depressed. She could already tell the argument had been won.
Naruto grumbled. Arguments were cheap when she could read his mind. And the way she gave him just enough rope to hang himself with was a dick move.
'Ah, I love the smell of defeat in the morning,' Kara crowed.
Naruto slumped and looked at Astra for support. Judging by her expression, she was already informed that he had lost that argument.
Damn. Couldn't really hold losing an argument against him, especially when it was a psychic.
"Kara, huh?" Astra nudged him.
"Apparently," Naruto muttered, bitter. Where had the emotionally stunted woman that ranted loquacious about his penis gone? He almost missed her.
'Keyword: almost. Your love fills me with all these fuzzy feelings.'
Apparently all an act to fuck with his head. She was just a sadistic tease.
Kara picked up his sentence without punctuation.'If you complement me like that, I might blush.'
Naruto ignored her for the time being.
"It suits her," Astra continued, when she had seen Naruto's eyes come back into focus.
"Whips and chains suit her," Naruto muttered back, unwilling to meet her steel eyes.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far. Cock-rings and gender dust seem more like her style."
Naruto choked; he still couldn't get over the openness of this place.
"Gender dust?" he coughed out.
"Just about what it sounds like," Astra explained, amused. "Temporarily changes gender."
Naruto relaxed when he heard the word 'temporarily'.
"And knowing Kara," Astra continued, "She'd just love the way it makes her partner uncomfortable."
'And your female form is cute. Really cute.'
Some part of Naruto protested it was supposed to be sexy. Another part was distracted by girl on girl action. Most of him was terrified: just of Kara in general. Which, he supposed, was what she was aiming for.
"Yeah," Naruto choked out, still coughing on something. "That sounds like her." He was uncomfortable.
Astra looked at him oddly for a few moments. "I think you're pretty lucky she doesn't have a libido."
'You're not getting lucky because I don't have a libido,' Kara countered.
That argument would probably work better if he didn't just get laid.
'True,' she conceded, 'but that was me as well.'
"I think," Naruto started, "that you might be right."
They could tell they had nearly reached the Dark Elves when the trees became more sparse yet the canopy cover grew more complete. Instead of the sunshine path they followed, weaving in and out of the mountainous foliage, the undergrowth provided a straight line covered by the greedy branches. Mulch, seeping through shoes, almost stank with the stench of life's circle. The broad leaves interlaced with each other until the sun was blotted out, only filtering down in dark green glow with the occasional sublime teardrop.
"Hrm. It's been a while since I've seen any feral Dark Elves," Alex said, breaking the heavy atmosphere with enviable levity.
His jacket replied. "You were too scared to go back after they drained you dry once," Erica returned, mocking.
Naruto couldn't figure out whether or not to be fearful or excited.
"Well, yeah. I almost couldn't escape the first time. Not that servicing dozens of sexy, cock-crazy elves is a bad fate, but I was always destined for greater," he declared flamboyantly. His outstretched arm was very Jiraiya.
"I don't see why you'd need a harem of Dark Elves when you have me." Her neck stretched around to present her head like a selfie pole. Erica flitted through several appearances in quick succession.
He shrugged. "It's more of a mental, pride based desire than anything physical."
"I guess," the Mechdoll conceded, returning to normal proportions. "It's not like I can empathize."
The ratio of females to males was heavily skewed female. Most females were lucky to get one romantic partner; whereas, most males could easily have a harem of forty and not upset the balance. At least until the male died from too much sex. Worth noting, was that the ratio of females to males became more even when not counting ferals.
There was a pause in the conversation until the veteran tamer spoke up. "Something is wrong. We should have come across a scout by now."
Astra cut in. "By scout you mean an escort to lead us back to their home?" Males were, functionally, guests of honor.
"Well, yes. Either there is some particularly large power play going on, or there's some kind of emergency," Alex explained with a frown.
"That means excitement," Erica pointed out.
"Hell yes!" he declared, mood undergoing a complete 180.
Naruto walked silently, worried on behalf of people he had never met. His hero complex was nigh unmatched by just about anyone.
Also, sexy elves might be grateful that he saved him. Not that he wanted that. It would just happen, naturally.
'You might want to hurry. They are in immediate danger,' Kara urged.
Naruto wasted no time in running fast as he could run through the buoyant, brown undergrowth with nary a word to his companions.
"Naruto!" Astra called. "Where are you going?"
"Kara says they're in danger!" he shouted back, but not looking back.
'Return her.'
Naruto listened, finally turning back and targeted Astra with a red beam of light. The last thing he saw was her look of shock. Quickly, he turned back and began running again.
'Veer into the trees,' she commanded.
Naruto did so, bounding across the exposed roots a few feet into the trees. Balancing on a gnarly piece of bark, Naruto skidded to a stop.
Kara was waiting for him, a soft smile briefly flitting across his face. "I'll take you there," she offered with an outstretched hand.
"Sure," Naruto said simply. He was on a mission and his hero complex was driving him forward.
The scene changed, with none of the disorienting sensation of the Body Flicker. The trees were practically the same, but there was a burning amount of sky.
The first thing he noticed was that the woman wasn't naked.
The second thing he noticed was that she was completely berserk.
"Medra, a dragon type pokegirl. A menace class 'girl when feral, but detests the idea of going insane while tame," Kara quickly said. "They're fast, and they-"
A torrent of mono-chrome color spat out her mouth, baptizing the trees with unbridled energy. A gaping hole was revealed, once the light faded, gouged through miles of trees before finally shattering the sky.
"-Spam Hyper Beam," she finished.
"And no," she said, interrupting his thought process, "I didn't plan that."
A pillar of purity ascended almost straight up, skyscribing circling plumes of smoke around it. A dark-skinned woman dove out of the way before crashing undignified on the forest floor. She was pretty, at least from a distance.
"A Dark Elf has extreme light sensitivity. These Hyper Beams render them half blind."
"What are we waiting for?" Naruto said. "Let's do something!"
To punctuate his declaration he released Astra, who no doubt would be pissed at him. The light from the pokeball unsealing was overshadowed by another beam of energy clawing through the trees in an arc like an overhead swing. It sounded reminiscent of a buzzsaw as living foliage was evaporated.
"A Medra," Astra deadpanned. To her credit, she took in her surroundings with remarkable speed.
A Hyper Beam was aborted as the feral decided to rush in with a flurry of claws and fury. Naruto's barely formed thought of 'Save her' was realized by Kara, who teleported to her side.
Given how her hand had not left the blonde's, he was dragged along for the ride.
Kara immediately re-teleported away the moment Naruto caught a glimpse of draconian rage and a large, slitted iris brimming with madness as his hand grasped another.
A moment later, Naruto had returned to his old position in time to watch the feral lunge at nothing. Her mark was overshot, not to mention missing, as she burst forward in a silver bullet, mauling a tree to stop momentum.
The tree folded like a deck of cards. The genin shuddered. If he had stayed there…
The Elf they rescued was clinging to his waist desperately, eyes closed. Her pointed ears twitched backwards in the direction of the rampaging dragon. Dark skin, not a shade of brown but charred black, shimmered against her ash-white hair, the shade of broken charcoal.
And she had huge tits, seriously. They didn't match her relatively short frame at all. At all.
Naked, too.
Of course, Naruto didn't notice that. He was busy paying attention to the emergency.
Intense focus.
"You alright?" Naruto asked quietly, trying not to queue the feral to his location.
Upon realizing her target escaped her grasp, the dragon sawed the tops off miles of trees with a blade of white. The tree tops fell to the side like broccoli crowns; trunks smoldered at an angle, mimicking candle tops. The blue sky crashed into place.
A resounding roar, wrath, rustled the remaining foliage, booming with the force of a shockwave; The Winds scattered.
The Dark Elf nodded once against his chest.
She didn't let go. Her eyes remained closed, and Naruto realized that her vision was functionally negated for the rest of the crisis.
"Good," he said.
'How are we going to defeat her?' was what Naruto almost asked before realizing he was in charge. The genin had never been in charge before.
Shit.
Shimmering wings stretched free from the Medra's back, shining with the light of an exposed sun. They pushed once; the feral achieved liftoff, momentarily. She fell to the ground with a shrill screech of pain.
Kara removed her hand from his, reluctantly. "Medras cannot fly with their armor attached, fortunately. Unfortunately, that armor can withstand absurd amounts of abuse."
Naruto nodded; the planning, evidently, had fallen on him, so he needed this information.
So she couldn't fly, good to know. And then…
Nothing.
Kara snickered quietly. "You'll get there eventually," she teased flatly, terse.
"I don't know what to do," Astra confessed, crushing the remnants of Naruto's hope. She had shown a good strategic mind before. "Too dangerous up close and I'd lose at a distance."
That's right. Hyper Beam.
On cue, any lingering silence was blasted apart by a laser of light.
Finally unlatching from him, the Dark Elf quietly spoke, almost sang, in an unknown language. Naruto gave her a look of incomprehension to pair with a noise of confusion.
She switched to body language, pointing at herself and then the Medra.
Naruto got the gist. She'd help him; and, presumably (hopefully), others of her race might lend a hand as well.
The other Dark Elves were delaying the dragon already, annoying the feral with weak vines and ineffective magics. Apparently they couldn't do much.
Cue laser, that whipped around like a drunken cutlass.
'I have to do something, soon,' Naruto told himself. The other Dark Elves were putting up a valiant effort, but Hyper Beam inducing blindness, the impenetrable armor, and ferocious speed seemed to much for them to handle. They wouldn't hold out for much longer.
His fist clenched.
"Can you," a half formed idea came to him. "Can you read her mind?"
Kara replied in deadpan. "She wants your dick."
"The Medra," he amended quickly.
"I know," a smirk, "But no. Just a fog and unrelenting rage."
Damn.
Something had to be done, that moment. The other elves wouldn't hold out for another minute. Leaping from tree to tree, avoiding claws and teeth, and jumping back and forth avoiding Hyper Beams while blind was quickly failing.
The trees were mostly cleared halfway up.
"Astra," Naruto decided. "Try to sneak in some damage. Kara, make sure she's safe," he ordered.
Of course, he wasn't in the plan. Sidelined again, because he was worthless. Damn it all. He was taking that apology back Pervy-sage.
Astra, reluctantly, nodded. "You can escape in time, your foresight?" she asked for confirmation.
"Yes."
"Alright then."
Just some people risking their life for him. Nothing problematic there.
He was going to kick Pervy-sage in the balls. Twice.
Kara gripped Astra's shoulder and vanished in a portal of purple wisps. Naruto saw them immediately reappear far away, next to the feral.
The dragon woman was upon them instantly with instinct first, claws second, and reason completely abandoned.
The feral swam straight past the cushioning blanket of sparks, tanking the considerable damage to reach her prey. One of them having already eluding her once.
Twice.
Thrice.
A fourth. Magenta energies ribboned about the sky before lashing down and unwinding, only to repeat the process. With unrelenting agility, a silver bullet tracked them and burst through cloud after cloud of electricity.
"This isn't going to work,' Kara informed him, sentence broken twice (twice!) by sudden teleportation. Just how fast was a Medra? 'Astra doesn't have time to send anything more than jolts.'
Naruto knew, somehow, that the Loner wasn't capable of teleporting forever as well.
The Dark Elves had taken their brief, much too short, reprieve to regroup and began to harass the Medra with vines and mystical orange bolts. They barely impeded the superhuman dragon but bought fragments of time that Astra greedily snatched up, pouring them into her webs and bolts.
They were still ineffectual. Nothing decisive could be made unless the feral was restrained, utterly.
The first step to a plan was made: the goal. Much less broad than 'subdue the superpowered dragon chick', Naruto now had 'stop the dragon chick from moving.' It wasn't much, but a step was a step. They added together faster than the mind could fathom.
Kara's near never-end cloak of magenta was dulling in luster. In a show of intelligence thought above a feral, the Medra's tail lashed out, gaining an additional hundred vertebrae in milliseconds that quickly closed the distance. Astra, the body shield, was nicked on the cheek by the tail's spade shaped tip.
His fist clenched.
A flesh wound. Not a scratch, a stab that would've pierced her skull had Kara not broken space.
The tail cost the Medra seconds that an electric bolt gobbled up, thirsty. It wasn't enough, but the feral's face reflected the first frame of a pained expression, bursting through the distance, claws outstretched, and tail poised.
Another escape, slower. Vines curled along the Medra's ankles only to be uprooted by disproportionate strength. The scorpion-like, curved and curled with a distinct bend, tail lashed out and punctured a chain of orange energy.
Fingernails dug into palm.
The vines. The vines could stop her if given enough time or preparation. How could he buy enough time and position to set the trap?
The feral was too intelligent to lunge claw first into a writhing mess of vegetation. How?
No doubt Shikamaru would have a dozen options, ranging from excellent to poor, at this juncture. Naruto had never felt more ashamed for being himself.
He snarled Pervy-sage's, Jiraiya's, name like a curse before it circled around in a U-turn of self-loathing, blood pooling in his palms.
They could leave the Dark Elves.
They could leave them.
They could.
'If you can't-'
Kara lashed out with her mind, blasting the Medra back a few precious seconds, before warping away to restart the cycle.
'-think of a plan in time-'
The most legendary cat-burglars would be jealous of the way the Medra leaped and lashed through a laser field of vines and magic.
'-I have-'
Any time they had hoarded for themselves dissipated as a Hyper Beam rent reality in two distinct halves; the feral capitalizing on her desperate new positioning, kick-off craters gouged into the mulch. The weak weaving of voltage was broken past, lazy strands curling to the dragon's figure.
Another escape.
'A contingency.'
Connotation curled around 'contingency' like rising fog.
No. He needed to think. He must become the essence of Shikamaru. He had already stared at the clouds like they held occluded secrets; now, he needed to think of a plan.
How to buy those seconds?
Ino-Shika-Cho. The leafs best three person squad for capture (and interrogation).
Ino, the utter subdual. The vines. Hopefully enough to make a tentacled monster pause in molesting school girls and stare in jealous inadequacy. The sequel to 'Cho'.
Shika, the hidden trap. The part he was struggling with. The first and hardest step, left for the most clever clan in Konoha because of that.
Cho, the time between trap and subdual. The time needed for the writhing mass of vines to manifest. The middle step and sequel to 'Shika'.
Naruto had nothing.
Maybe it was time to reevaluate. Astra could do it with more time. And Naruto had surefire experience with how to get more preparation time. Seconds of time were easily gathered above the ground, at great risk.
Kara immediately cottoned onto his thoughts and reappeared mid air with Astra beneath her.
Gathering enough power to short a city, the duo descended like a meteor entering atmosphere. Crackling strings tied Astra to the sky as she bore down with a cloak of energy.
A morphic thunderbolt sped downwards towards the feral.
The Medra dodged. It almost worked, the vines buying the precious fractals of time needed for electrons to close the distance.
Thunderbolt was harmlessly grounded.
They teleported away before the feral caught their prone, air-bound forms. The streak of purple light was torn asunder.
Cue Hyper Beam; that almost worked, teleportation disorienting the senses enough for the laser to almost erase them. Another escape, barely.
Naruto was reminded that in all his experience spamming the Rasengan, that it had never struck true without a teammate to provide a distraction. He was 'Ino', the Rasengan providing enough power to incapacitate nearly anyone. His teammates played Shika, and the enemies frantic, airborne dodge was Cho, in a sense.
An old memory; of a hidden ninja desperately leaping upwards to avoid the grounded shadow, only to be caught by a giant sized arm, and then jutsu interrupted by a square shaped hand-seal; appeared in his mind. He had messed up.
That mistake had cost Astra most of her stamina, and nearly led to their evaporation via Hyper Beam.
Naruto's legs thrummed as the Dark Elf, clutched to his waist again, helped stabilize him. Shikamaru's greatest talent definitely was staying lazy in times of stress.
How risky was that contingency? They could leave them. Options. There was no real stress. The Dark Elves would only be massacred for his incompetence.
So, they couldn't leave.
'The contingency is the loosest cannon. Ever.'
Her cool demeanor was a mental band-aid. The stress was still there, but it felt lessened for some reason.
But still, loosest cannon? Sasuke? Just as liable to stab them as their enemy?
'Just about.'
Fuck Sasuke. And everything like him, all the Uchiha.
Focus. Intense focus.
Back to the original plan. The mess of vines, Ino. How to provide Shika and Cho?
If this didn't work then it was time for that contingency, luck (plot armor) be with them.
The Medra was moving again, a rush of armor and silver sheen. She jumped once to avoid one pod of vines, only to have a foot snared upon landing by another. Torn through with ease as the feral descended through a harmless jolt.
It clicked. Cho, airborne seconds. Ino, the mess of vines waiting beneath.
Which meant Shika was-
'-Me.'
No! That was his first thought, but it was too dangerous! The contingency first!
'No, I'll do it,' Kara calmly refuted. The sudden teleport was timed perfectly with the end of her sentence.
"Damn it," Naruto said aloud. He couldn't let her; he needed a better plan that second.
His mind blanked.
"Damn it all."
Raindrops of blood curled from the pool of blood gathered on his palm.
'I'll do it. Get ready.'
In a show of injustice, his mind found the next steps of the plan without struggle. Naruto looked down at the Dark Elf buried into his side.
"Can you tell the others to make a pile of vines somewhere?" Naruto asked her. "We're going to drop her into it." Disdain and self-deprecation seeped through his words, bitter.
The elfin woman didn't understand why he was so angry, but the words and tone were easily interpreted. She nodded once.
Her speech, song, rang through the clearing. The high, melodious tone carried on the air, reaching the sensitive pointed ears of the others.
Tentacles shot out of the forest floor, wrapping and weaving around others to make an interlocked rope of vegetable mess. It kept getting larger, and the tentacles grew thicker and more phallic looking.
Naruto couldn't look at the phallic vines without blushing or being afraid: shameful, given the circumstances.
Kara flashed around the clearing while Astra was just dragged along, stalling for time rather than seeking chip damage.
Despite hoping, praying, that the feral might run headlong into the winding mess of plant, the Medra ran around it.
Eventually, five or so teleports later, the feral decided that it was too much of a nuisance and gathered white wisps of photons behind her throat.
'Now!' Naruto thought.
Kara left Astra standing on her own as she appeared behind the dragon. Making contact, the Loner teleported to the sky above the tentacles, cargo in tow.
The prepared Hyper Beam fired directly upwards. Kara must have psychically reoriented them while skybound. Its backlash sent them careening downwards. Together.
From behind her, the Medra's tail unwound and made to draw blood desperately. All Kara could do was psychically manipulate the spaded tip so it didn't pierce her. Instead it ravelled around the Loner's prone form, binding her in a way that would be erotic if the situation wasn't so dire.
The Medra used the leverage she had grasped in her tail to turn around as the tail squeezed like a metallic python.
There was a race. Would Kara die of asphyxiation, falling, or claws?
This plan. It was all his fault. He was powerless, unable to fight or think tactically, and his hero complex led a friend to her death.
This had never happened before. Naruto had never had the option of choosing between a friend and the good of others. He wanted to scream, desperately, for her to teleport away. But the Medra would be dragged with her, and then they would be back to square one.
Ino, the tentacles.
Shika, the teleportation.
Cho, the drop.
He hadn't counted on the tail reacting so quickly. Too quickly, that Kara couldn't teleport away in time.
With all the arrogance of an alpha predator, the Medra was content to squeeze the life out of her elusive prey. Claw were bared in case there was any hope of escape.
The distance between them and the tentacles was closing rapidly. Naruto knew that they would be caught, but the tail would remained wrapped around Kara's throat, a silvery, glittering noose.
Should they go back to square one?
Could he choose?
The Dark Elf at his side relaxed, hearing that the threat would be ended in short order. Like a sexual predator and a flower rolled in one, the heap of tentacles opened up to accept its target.
Could he choose?
The pressure mounted as the distance closed.
"The wings!" he shouted with all the air in his lungs and force of will. He always had been loud.
Naruto had always thought better under pressure, brain working better when it wasn't supposed to work. And he hoped, something he was doing too much of, that she heard, and she could react in time.
Kara gave no indication that she had heard him, other than turning more blue, but purple energies pulled at the base of the Medra's wings.
The feral screeched in pain; Psychic capitalized, pulling at the tail enough to take a deep breath. The metallic appendage was loosened enough and one last surge of magenta pushed at the remaining contact.
Kara teleported away while the Medra stayed, falling into a pit of tentacles. Her tail snapped shut, crushing nothing. There was a roar of draconic fury as her prey eluded her once again.
The roar ceased abruptly when a phallic tentacle was shoved down her throat.
Well, that should stop Hyper Beam? Despite everything, the blonde felt bad.
At his side in a sloppy collage of color, Kara heaved deep breaths of air. Naruto swiftly, rudely, detached the Dark Elf from him to kneel down next to her.
He'd hug the air out of her once she could breath normal.
"That was really fucking stupid," he said. With practice, he ignored the flashbacks of Kakashi looking at him, saying those same words with his eye(s).
"Well I-" Deep breaths, "-I can't disagree."
Naruto laughed for Kara because she looked like she really needed the air. That kind of relieved laughter as the stress burst free from his lungs.
The blonde hugged her anyways, pulling her lopsided from her knees into an awkward hug. He'd grip the air from her later.
The elfin woman stood by, awkward. Astra walked up a few minutes later, every Dark Elf in the forest with her.
"Did you know you're an idiot?"
Kara laughed weakly. "Yes."
"Just checking."
There was a noticeable pause when everybody stopped to stare at Naruto. The respectful stares as everyone stared at him without blinking.
"What?" But why were they looking at him?
It didn't help that Kara broke into choked laughter, dick.
"Aren't you going to tame her?" Astra asked like he was a moron.
Naruto scowled before confusion settled in. "What."
He was supposed to sex up a dragon woman with a very dangerous, prehensile tail? No thank you.
"It'd be terrible not to," Astra pointed out.
"Ah, to have gone through that life-threatening ordeal for nothing," Kara's hand met her brow as her voice turned dramatic.
Naruto's scowl deepened; they weren't going to guilt him into this. The Loner's beatific smile, no lips all teeth, said otherwise.
"Naruto. The Medra does not wish to be berserk. Taming her would restore her mind from the pain she's in."
When all else fails, use his hero complex. And Kara knew full his experience with the kyuubi, and twisted it for, well, an actual altruistic goal.
The blonde's face scrunched up.
"If you try to procrastinate this it'll backfire," Astra cautioned, gaining the ability to read minds from somewhere. Or maybe she was reading him. "You'll release the Medra and she'll Hyper Beam wherever she's pointed at."
"Maybe he's a sadist?" Kara pointed out whimsically.
It actually wasn't whimsical in the slightest. Very calculated and used to manipulate Naruto the best. To be fair, the moron would probably wind up doing the same thing, no manipulation needed, if he read the 'Dex entry. But still, manipulative.
Naruto's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Alright, let's-" he froze as his eyes scanned over the circled Dark Elves.
"Are they… going, going to watch?"
"Where else would they be?" Kara asked, teeth glittering; it didn't match her eyes that danced between the elves.
With nowhere else to direct his anger, since a bunch of sexy elfin woman weren't a valid target, he decided to curse Pervy-sage under his breath. This was all his fault, somehow.
"They're going to watch," Naruto repeated dumbly.
He had just lost his virginity hours ago, and now this? Really.
"Fuck, Pervy-sage. Find a more perverted place, would you?" Naruto griped to himself. Cause damn it.
Meeting Kara's eyes to bitch some more, Naruto stopped. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused as they trailed between the empty spaces of the Dark Elves.
Demophobia, or fear of crowds, was the Loner's namesake.
Naruto nudged at the elf still clinging to him. Her eyes opened for the first time as they stared at him, squinted from the blue sky. They were bedroom pink, unlike the malevolent red her sisters bore.
"Can you stay with her?"
The Dark Elf paused before nodding once.
Naruto walked off, hoping that the crowd of Dark Elves would trail after him like baby ducks, leaving Kara nearly alone.
'Thank you.'
'Well, it's not like I'd leave you surrounded like that,' Naruto explained. The last thing the Loner needed to do was teleport again: she had done more than enough.
'You left me with the weirdest one though,' Kara complained, more as a token of resistance. 'Also the bustiest one, so no real complaints.'
That was true. The odd elf woman that had latched onto him had breasts greater than the others of her species, and they had boobs that were overly large for their short frames as well. Staple Tsunade-boobs, a myth in and of themselves, to a woman a head shorter than the Hokage.
Well, it's not like this perverted world couldn't offer bigger. Like, hell, boobs that big were the norm!
'She may look like a sex kitten, but…' Kara trailed off.
Was she afraid? Kara, scared?
What?
'The Dark Elves are cutthroat when there's no males around. And they certainly aren't above jealousy. That this one has lived for so long means that she's incredibly…'
Kara trailed off again. Naruto was beginning the pink-eyed elf may be too much for him to handle. Or anyone else, for that matter, if Kara of all people was frightened by her.
'Incredibly what?' Naruto asked, wishing he hadn't.
'... Savage.'
Savage? That wasn't what he was expecting.
'Ruthless, merciless, extreme, retaliatory, take your pick. She won't instigate anything, but if you start something…'
Naruto got the big picture. She was the most powerful Dark Elf because the other ones all had breast envy. Jealousy that they'd kill over. And somehow, she had lived, despite every other elf wishing her dead.
Naruto shivered, more from Kara being scared of her than any real understanding.
'Exactly.'
Naruto had reached the writhing mass of tentacled vines, and stopped a safe distance away. Safe distance, being barely within eyesight. Those were phallic tendrils of plant. The kind that would molest schoolgirls!
His feet remained planted. There was fear.
Astra walked up from behind him and began pushing, his feet digging trails in the dirt, metaphorically. She wasn't strong enough to actually move him. "Come on. It's just tentacles."
Just tentacles?! Said the female!
"No, I think that the Medra is in the other direction," Naruto told her.
"Get a move on."
Where had her good mood gone?
Approaching the heap of vegetation, Naruto shivered. They scraped against each other, like a brood of snakes or the largest gay orgy, ever.
"Can I just… not?" he asked, willing to take any excuse.
'Of course you get the tentacles. Some guys get all the luck.'
"You're not helping, Kara," Naruto said, low. Then he realized that was never her goal; she had filled her helpful quota for the day.
With a pulse of primal, plant, energy the mess of tentacles parted to reveal the bound form of the Medra. Her silvery hair was in total disarray as it cascaded down her back. Wrists bound behind her back in an all too familiar shinobi bind, the kind that dislocated limbs if the prisoner struggled too much. Her tail was the most secured piece, wrapped like a massive Chinese finger trap made of greenery and tethered at every angle to the concave entrance: pulled to the left of her body. The feral was suspended loosely off the ground by her wings, in what was probably an unnecessary display of cruelty- yet, given the positioning, no leverage could be purchased to wrench free.
Naruto was pretty glad he couldn't see her face. There was a tentacle shoved down her throat that he didn't know how to feel about.
He didn't know how to feel about all these phallic plants either. Mostly anxious.
Really anxious.
The way they wriggled against each other without stopping wasn't reassuring. The audience behind him wasn't reassuring. The dragon woman who would be only too happy to rip him apart also wasn't comforting.
"What are you waiting for?" Astra demanded, not comforting. Naruto knew that her foot was tapping impatiently without visual confirmation.
He looked back at the bluenette, nervous. "The tentacles to stop looking like dicks," he replied honestly.
Sure, he was all about not letting fears dominating people. But this was…
No.
'You're not just going to let her suffer, are you? Doomed to be molested by tentacles forever?'
No, he just needed to bitch about it and work up the nerve.
'Plus she's hot. Those pointed ears are sexy, and those legs…'
Naruto couldn't really see it through the armor. And she was really starting to sound like Pervy-sage. The ears were pretty exotic though, along with the hair and skin color.
'C'mon. I live vicariously through you, and I really want to know how it feels to rail this chick.'
Kara wasn't really helping.
He was going to do it. Her. Whatever. The Loner helping or no.
But just…
Not yet?
'It's easy. Just drop your pants, take off the piece of armor that covers that sweet, sweet pussy, and go straight for the kill.'
It was that easy. But there was an audience. And tentacles. Not yet. He just needed to stare in horror at the pile of phallic vines for a bit longer.
There was a pause, in which the only sound heard was the sinewy rustle of plant dick.
"Alright. Kara says you need help," Astra stated.
She stepped forward, unbuckled his pants while he was trapped in shock, and pushed him forward with a harsh shove.
The blonde flinched as a tip hanging from the concave ceiling brushed against him. He stopped as he bumped into the Medra, tripping over his pants.
'Damn. She's good. De-pantsing you and tripping you all in one. I've gotta do something nice for her.'
"Fuck you Kara."
'One week.'
He devoutly ignored whatever musical chatter the Dark Elves behind him were having.
Naruto almost groaned before capitulating, and steadied himself against the Medra's armored back. His hands dipped down the polished armor and tried to fumble around with the crotch piece.
Groin Armor? Pussy Protector? Chastity Belt? Whatever it was he managed to peel it off her skin like it was an orange peel.
'A Medra's armor is sealed to her skin. You can give it back when she's tame.'
Naruto dropped it in shock at the sight of her vagina, glistening with whatever glue stuck the armor to her. He was still a recent virgin, and wasn't quite inundated to the sight.
Cautiously, he reached out and poked it. It was the pleasant squish of female skin. Naked female skin. Arousal built.
'Oh for fuck's sake, just stick it in and have your lesson on female anatomy later.'
Naruto glared at nothing, but it was directed at Kara.
Her mental voice softened. 'Naruto. She's feral. No doubt she'll let you explore her in depth later, this just needs to be done. You don't really want to drag it out, right?'
Kara was right. He was just prolonging the discomfort. So, with all the grace of a virgin, he pressed his head against the feral's pussy, and pushed in.
It definitely could be more slick, was his first thought. His second thought was 'Holy Shit. Pussy.' because it was still a novel experience.
Ignoring the odd lump that was the tied up tail, Naruto focussed on moving his hips. The feral's body squirmed as much as the restraints allowed, and quickly slickened.
His mind blanked; it was suddenly maddeningly pleasurable. He sped up, chasing the feeling.
"D-damn," he muttered, feeling his legs burn. His hands found a grip around her stomach. All he wanted to do was reach up and squeeze her boobs but her imposing height made it impossible, combined with the odd plants jutting out that constricted her to one place.
The feeling of cold, hard steel was a jarring difference from the heat that had overtaken him.
He sped up again, feeling the urge to increase his pleasure. Her vaginal walls had grown moist enough to accept a faster pace, and burned with an otherworldly heat.
What even was time?
"Fuck." Sage above, he was close. Hopefully it would be enough, because he didn't think he would be able to work up the nerve again.
Still didn't know how this taming thing worked aside from sex.
Hot sex. With one last mad dash for the finish line Naruto slammed his hips against the Medra's. He almost cried with relief when he felt the vaginal walls quiver with the telltale sign of female orgasm.
It ended with one last harsh thrust, before his arms tightened around her stomach in a steady hug as he froze, releasing inside her.
The second his mind returned, he leapt off her like a hot stove. "Kara," he panted. "She's tame, right?"
There was a disturbing lack of response. 'Kara!' he shouted mentally.
'That was good. That, or I'm in a long dry spell.' She paused. 'Definitely the dry spell.'
"Were you watching that?" Naruto asked, unsure how to feel.
'I was living it,' she corrected, saucy.
"Alright." Naruto changed the subject. "Is she tame?"
'Yeah. Just in taming shock. You can put her in a pokeball now.'
Naruto did so, ignoring the spots in his eyes from the flash as he latched the orb into his belt. There were now four occupied slots, and twenty seven pokeballs… somewhere, in hammerspace?
He turned around to meet the bored eyes of Astra, and a court of Dark Elves staring at his crotch. This was becoming a pattern.
Naruto was too worn out to care at this point. He was naked, and owned it. Picking up his pants, he walked out of the mess of vines. The happy feelings coursing through his body might have also contributed to that.
"I don't think things can get worse than that," he told Astra.
"I know. At least put on a show next time."
'I think I'm in love with her.'
'Pretty sure I am too,' Naruto replied. Astra was a beautiful soul that he just wanted to hug. If only she'd loosen up a little she'd be perfect.
Perfection was overrated anyways.
"What do we do now?" There was no way he was replying to that statement, beautiful or not.
The bluenette glanced at him. "First, put your pants on. And then, the Dark Elves can lead us back to their home."
'Your Medra also needs a name. Procedure, yes?'
"Her name is Konan," Naruto decided, proudly.
"Wonderful. Put some pants on."
Author's Note(s):
The chapter was going to be longer, maybe twice that length, maybe triple, but I decided to cut it here. It's only noon there, about. Sheesh.
The first lemon, although it was short given the circumstances, was probably the weirdest I could think of. Naruto, screwing a completely berserk dragon-woman against a cave of phallic tentacles, with an audience. Top that. Also, it was originally longer, but really, there wasn't much to work with. One position, no talking, and it all just made for some pretty awful smut. So, I decided to cut out a lot of words from it and make it part of the plot instead. The original had a really weird conversation with Kara, and I'm glad it got cut.
I'm happy with this chapter, not much else to say. Below are some Edited Dex Entries, but, um, yeah. See you next time?
Oh, wait, boobs. Even women on planet earth right now are vain, have expectations for their appearance, and breast envy. To go to a world like pokegirls, where the ratio of males to females is terribly skewed would mean that the females are even more competitive over appearance. And boob size. And with every non-poison and plant type being able to have bloom powder, chest size will rise. And even those types can get robbed by a Hentaicute for bigger boobs. The only ones that don't have the immutable ability, and they either don't care, or have an idealized figure anyways. Because breast size is adjustable, I think I'm just going to stop mentioning it in every non-poison and plant types' entry. Bigger boobs is obviously good in those types as a Hentaicute won't completely rob a tamer if they already have a bigger bust.
I think I'd reason a Hentaicute boob growth treatment would be 20 Million credits, just because their service is unique, and keeping a Hentaicute isn't easy. That's the price of a house. A cheap one, but a house. Maybe a fancy car instead.
Edited 'Dex Entries
Medra, the Silent Dragon Pokegirl
Human-like
Element: Steel, Dragon
Frequency: Rare / Very Rare (Tamed or Domestic / Feral)
Average Sale Price: 5 million credits
Threshold Sale Price: 15 million credits
Diet: Omnivorous, Human Standard (x2)
Role: Bodyguards, Professional Battler, Destruction, Assault, Personal Trainer
Libido: High
Enhancement(s): Speed (x8), Endurance (x8), Strength (x6), Vision (x5), Hearing (x7), Durability (x5 [when armored]),
Abilities: Hammerspace Armor, Prehensile Tail, Extendable Tail, Flight (unarmored), Claws, Hyper Beam has no Recharge
Weaknesses: Proud, Expectant, Berserk while Feral
Bounty: 10 million credits for successful capture + taming, 5 million credits for elimination, 300,000 for discovery, 100,000 for update
Evolves: None
Pre-Evolution: Draco, the Hunter Dragon Pokegirl (via Near-Feral + Pokeball Transporter + Heavy Metal)
Physically, a Medra stands at 215 cm, or 7ft, with little variance. To support such a tall figure, powerful legs contain massive amounts of musculature, and without fail are corded and bulging with power. Excess body fat is lost and nigh impossible to regain, so the ripped, solid muscular tissue is easily visible even through loose layers of clothing. The next largest concentration of muscles are on a Medra's back, in order to support a 550 cm, 18ft, wingspan, and the muscles it takes to move them are aligned with her back. Everywhere else, the muscular frame is easily visible, and unhidden by fat or other tissue. The ears lengthen upon evolution, and gain significant sensory upgrades as well, yet a Medra seems to lose these while feral. Their coloration is always silver, everywhere except the eyes, which occasionally are seen with other colors (mostly thresholds). Silver scales conform to her body closely, and at a distance can pass for off-color skin. Facial features are less variable, and always have a unique cast that researchers have labelled 'draconic', given how the genetics of dragons are less variable, and more similar to cloning. Because of this, it is difficult to tell the difference between two Medra standing side by side, unless one of them is thresholded in some fashion.
The most unique biology a Medra possesses, is the tail and armor. The tail is fully prehensile, maneuverable, extends, retracts, senses pressure and heat, as well as changes form at the tip. It can be used as a third arm, used as a counterbalance to enable even faster running speed, or plant itself in the ground to stabilize the Medra while firing Hyper Beam. The armor can sink into the Medra's skin as if she were liquid, and can be manifested from Hammerspace in moments. Both tail and armor are made of a powerful alloy, the exact composition depending on the metals of the Heavy Metal used in evolution. The durability of the armor is variable, but can be anywhere from 4 to 6 times durability. If any piece of the armor is damaged, it can be reformed in moments, and given the way it sinks into a Medra's skin has little risk of caving in and crushing the Medra. Thusly, a Medra's durability enhancement is a little deceptive as she can take much more abuse than numbers would suggest.
A Medra is fully capable of sustained flight, but is unable to carry a passenger for great length. Gliding is possible while carrying a tamer, and a Medra takes great delight in being able to fly, unlike her Pre-Evolution. The wings, as one might expect, are bat-like, the bones being completely replaced by a hollow, metal frame needed to support the flight of such a heavy pokegirl.
Like many dragon type pokegirls, a Medra's behavior is instinctual and varies little from individuals unless thresholded. They are content to remain quiet and walk behind their tamer respectfully, always judging if their tamer is worthy of respect. Their silence is ingrained into their genetics, and extracting more than a few words from a Medra is a great challenge. In contrast, they are physically affectionate, and enjoy bodily contact frequently. When not following their tamer, a Medra improves herself, vigorously working her already powerful muscles and fighting instincts to greater heights. Unlike more solitary dragons, a Medra welcomes the company of anyone willing to work during these training sessions, and is delighted, non-verbally, to help others improve themselves, especially their tamer. Tamers who join their Medra whenever she is improving nearly guarantee her loyalty; whereas, if a tamer does not, the Medra will constantly be watching for inadequacy. Medra's are known to leave their tamer's frequently, if this is the case. Socially, a Medra stands and watches conversations, and it has been determined that they enjoy being part of a group even if not participating. Compliments and flattery are always effective with prideful dragon types, and the Medra are no exception. Very few bother to do so, as a Medra who dislikes someone merely gives an aloof 'cold shoulder' which is her natural disposition, regardless.
When it comes to the draconic hierarchy, Medra's are in an odd position. They seem to think that they are in charge, yet have no desire for leadership. Most other dragon types tend to ignore the Medra because of this, as they are all reluctant to compete with a, likely, superior pokegirl. As such, they seem to be exempt from the caste system and totemic hierarchy that dragons seem to favor, and the other dragon typed pokegirls are happy to keep it that way.
Sexually, Medra's have high libidos. Thankfully, there is no need for restraints unlike other dragon types, as a Medra's steel typing seems to self-regulate. They have a preference for being dominant, and enjoy physical intimacy, but all Medra are willing to submit to any sexual desire as long as they are tamed. Their high libido pushes them to feraldom quickly, and are willing to take sexual stimulation whenever it is offered or available. When Near-Feral, a Medra will become increasingly desperate to be tamed, and will seek out a taming from any available source. Many have joked that their libido jumps to extreme when Near-Feral, but this is false, as that would mean a Medra descends into feraldom faster as well.
While feral, a Medra is a Menace class pokegirl, and should be treated as such. Run away unless confident in victory, or at least not dying. A feral Medra is entirely berserk, filled with rage and pain, and spends the entirety of a feral state sleepless and seeking to lash out at the world. They wouldn't be quite so dangerous if they couldn't use Hyper Beam repeatedly, making any endeavor to attack at a range doomed for failure. Leagues advise tamers to flee, as Medra's are much less dangerous to the prepared and experienced.
Thresholding directly into a Medra is unheard of, but given how easy evolution is to procure, the price of one Heavy Metal, a Medra is functionally the same price as a Draco. Threshold Draco often are traded away with a Heavy Metal to tamers that want a powerful and relatively inexpensive dragon pokegirl.
End Entry.
Dark Elf, the Mystic S&M Pokegirl
Near Human/Human-like
Element: Poison, Magic
Frequency: Very Uncommon / Rare (Tamed or Domestic / Feral)
Average Sale Price: 20 Million Credits / 35 Million Credits (Normal / Matron)
Threshold Sale Price: 30 Million Credits
Diet: Human Standard
Role: Tactician, Covert Ops, Pet, Combat
Libido: Average
Enhancement(s): Speed (x4), Agility (x4), Endurance (x2), Sight (x4), Hearing (x7),
Abilities: Magic Affinity, Poison Affinity, Poison Resistance (Standard), Longevity, Night-Vision, Genetic BDSM Affinity
Weaknesses: Night-Vision - Extreme Light Sensitivity
Evolves: Dark Lady, the Seething Sycophant Pokegirl (via Moon Stone), Enchantress, the Sexy Genius Pokegirl (Mana Crystal), Domina, the Kinky Playmate Pokegirl (Leaf Stone)
Pre-Evolution: Drow Zee, the Elf Variant Pokegirl (via Dark or Venom Stone)
Dark Elves are league regulated pokegirls. Any and all tamers of a Dark Elf must check into a local league bi-annually and upon capture/taming. This is in an effort to monitor potential Dominas or Dark Ladies for public safety.
Physically, Dark Elves are slightly shorter than human standard, with long, lithe limbs, and bodacious curves; in other words, they are impossibly bodied for a human woman. Their skin is a solid black from head to toe that's smooth and covered with a slight slick sheen, used to release poisons upon bodily contact if they desire, otherwise it is inert and just adds an otherworldly smoothness. Their hair is colorless, the shade of chalk or ash, and possess red eyes that shine in the dark and have extreme light sensitivity. Facial features are narrow and delicate, always appealing, and their ears are large and pointed, gently tapered at the tip.
The beauty of a Dark Elf can be traced back to Sukebe, who created the breed for one sole purpose: seduction. Despite his genius, he was but one man, and needed to recruit others that would help him tame his forces. Appealing to the people he knew best, the virgin nerds, Sukebe designed the ultimate temptation: a bloodthirsty beauty that slavishly worshipped them like in their virginal, nerdy, JRR Tolkien-esque fantasies. Thousands of men left the human forces because of these pokegirls, and effectively supplied free labor for Sukebe, who they worshipped as the ultimate wingman that ended their sexless depression.
Researchers are still debating whether or not Dark Elves should remain in the Near Human category, or be moved to the Human-like section. While in appearance they are Near Human, a number of researchers claim that their drastic behavioral differences should move them, and an equal number claim that differentiating species like that because of non-physical developments is unscientific, and their behavior could be entirely socially based (threshold and domestic studies certainly suggest that is the case, but have large inconsistencies). Regardless, Dark Elves are known for savage infighting, and tactically minded power plays. Given the opportunity, a Dark Elf would happily murder another Dark Elf, while feral or not, without hesitation. Dark Elves that live long enough, nearly ten years since first puberty, are known as Matrons, who have simply lived long enough to realize that taking a reactive stance is much better than progressive proactivism among other easily offended killers. That said, their reactions are terribly disproportionate, and the barest of slights is retaliated with escalation beyond reason or belief.
Given their cutthroat tendencies, Dark Elves would have gone extinct if not for their remarkable reproductive system. Once every two years, a Dark Elf will undergo parthenogenesis alongside every other Dark Elf. Even still, these population booms wouldn't be enough if there wasn't a stable population of long-lived Matrons. Some feral Dark Elf Matrons are speculated to have produced fifty or more progeny in their considerable lifetime.
Ingrained behavior goes even deeper. A Dark Elf has a genetic weakness towards males, Matrons included, and they will instinctively obey any male while feral. While tame, this manifests as unconditional obedience to their male tamer. This is the sole redeeming feature of a Dark Elf, at least among the opinions of the populace. Dark Elves have unfavored evolutions all around, as all of them have problems of their own, and if it wasn't this dependency on the Y chromosome, then they would be regarded as pest pokegirls, in all likelihood.
Harem dynamics are odd. Dark Elves are fully capable of liking and disliking harem sisters, but without fail grow increasingly more bloodthirsty without attention from their male tamer. As far as pokegirls go, needing moderate amounts of attention is nothing to be worried about, but their reaction is always terribly excessive. If attention is withheld for short amounts of time, tamers have found their pokegirls missing or brutally murdered.
These instincts go even deeper sexually, having a deep love and appreciation of soft-core BDSM, preferring blindfolds and ropes to whips and chains. They enjoy being the dominant or submissive in equal measures, and appreciate a tamer who is willing to indulge their desires. Given a tamer's natural position of authority over than them in life, they enjoy the small dominance they can hold over their tamer a little more than being submissive, although they greatly enjoy either regardless. Oftentimes, such dominance is so arousing to them that they lose themselves to desire. Dark Elves are somewhat bisexual, and may be willing to be tamed alongside harem-sisters, but the solo attention may help insure the life of a tamer's other pokegirls.
In battle, a Dark Elf likes to take advantage of her natural speed and poisons to wear down her opponent. Otherwise, she'll use her offensive grass type attacks to maintain distance and hope to slip in a toxin or magic attack. In high level battles, most tamers will spend the relatively low cost, an evolution stone, to evolve a Dark Elf into one of her disliked, yet highly effective, evolutions. In sex battles, Dark Elves are banned; it only took a couple 100% heterosexual Dark Elves combined with their immunity to lust enhancing drugs and pheromones before the competitive panel cottoned on, and banned them. In addition, they could secrete poison from their skin during intimacy that disabled the moderately effective Dildoqueen. The only pokegirls to combat them effectively were the Manage-a-trois with their Aura of Lust, that tournament officials don't wish to encourage the use of in any way. Thusly, they are banned.
Thresholded Dark Elves are resistant to the primal mental changes, and have a tendency to keep their mind while gaining a genetic loyalty to males. Most families struggle to find a buyer as their daughter finds a male to bond with too quickly to make arrangements. The shift is relatively painless, but the girl in question will be knocked unconscious in order to adjust to the mental changes. The most painful part of the process is the ears, as skin pigmentation can be changed without harm. For some reason, the poison glands manifest without pain as well, perhaps the anesthesia gland developing first.
End Entry.
Excerpt from "A Short Overview of Pokegirls" by Professor Suckamore, Titled "Dragon".
Dragon types are notorious for their strength and intelligence, and somewhat less so for their enhanced senses. But what truly separates a dragon-type pokegirl from other pokegirls, aside from their impressive set of elemental resistances, is their behavior and instincts.
Dragon-typed pokegirls, while feral or tame, form a rigid hierarchy among themselves. Researchers, myself included, are inclined to believe that, in the same way that humans are 'Social Creatures', that Dragon-types are 'Dominant Creatures': Years of research have culminated into that simple explanation.
In one experiment, a Bratini was placed among a group of Draco, Dracona, and Dragoness's. Naturally, the Bratini was the lowest among the totem pole. For years of being the least regarded with no change, the Bratini made several uncharacteristic outbursts and overt challenges to some of the weaker Draco among the group. When the experiment was changed, by adding another (younger) Bratini to the storm of dragons, the original Bratini no longer lashed out at the Draco or any other subject. The second Bratini, however, began to lash out at her weakest superior, the first Bratini. From these experiments, it can be concluded that Dragon-typed pokegirls need to be dominant over others. To prove this point, a Damsel was added to the storm. Once the dragons accepted they were unable to harm the Damsel, the two Bratini were able to live without any sign of overthrowing the authority of other dragons. Of course, this isn't recommended for any but the Damsel, as Dragon-types are powerful enough to kill any less durable pokegirl. As a sidenote, researchers are beginning to speculate that the Damsel is meant to act in such a manner among Dragon-types, recovered media from Sukebe's are suggests this may be true.
With this 'Dominant Behavior', a Dragon-types pride naturally increases as well. Feral or otherwise, a pokegirl with a dragon typing is always susceptible to flattery and compliments, true or otherwise. Flattery does not lead to a Dragon-type pokegirl to feel dominant over her tamer, apparently something Sukebe already accounted and overrode via taming, like some researchers among conservative leagues would suggest.
End Article.
Omake
Konan sneezed; fortunately, she always had a tissue. Always.
Nagato was a germaphobe, though, even while puppeting Yahiko's body.
And so, he sought to remove the harmful germ particles. "Almighty Push."
End Omake.