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

Pokegirls were created by Metroanime, and if you've got any questions about what they are, google "Angelfire pokegirls whatis"

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In this chapter there are no Lemons. However, there's blood, violence and death.

If you're confused about something, read the author's note at the bottom.

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Even when he was lying on his ass with his back against the tree and the feral pokegirl inching towards him with hunger dancing on her eyes, Mario managed to activate his brain to try and assess the situation. The girl was a Slutton, his memory was vague, but he was sure she had enhanced strength and speed at the very least, her fur was thick and any cutting weapon or ice attack would have a hard time against it unless it was on a soft spot, her nose was more animal than human, she probably had enhanced sense of smell as well. They were known for pretty much eating anything that came their way, every now and then even raping their victims if they happened to be male and they weren't feeling hungry. With the pokegirl nearly on her bones, it appeared that she wasn't too keen on the rape part.

Though she was clearly feral, the look in her eyes was smart; it was obvious she knew he didn't have weapons in his hands, but was still cautious while approaching due to the possibility that he'd draw one. That or she was enjoying his fear.

In all likeliness, it was both.

In his weapon inventory he had a one hunting knife, courtesy of Verde, but it was hidden in his ankle and the chances of him drawing it out without her noting or stopping him were few to none. Escaping for anything more than a couple minutes was even less likely, she was faster and stronger than him in several degrees. She also didn't have the sort of glazed and lost look on her eyes Mario had expected on ferals, she was focused and cunning, there was still a slight fog to her vision, but she knew what she was doing and what she wanted.

The Slutton broke her vision to sniff at the air for a couple seconds, her eyes narrowing as she took a step back, suddenly much more focused on the forest around them than Mario but still keeping an eye on him. The human realized she must be smelling Verde or some other dangerous pokegirl and used the distraction to slowly stand up, her attention on him was weaning, if he had a chance to getting some distance with her, it'd be now. He tensed, ready to jump at the first chance he had.

As if answering his silent plea for a distraction, there was a loud sound of a roar and that of something being crushed somewhere deeper into the forest, though not more than a couple hundred meters away. It had been loud enough to catch the pokegirl's attention, and just the chance the human had been waiting for. When she had turned to look towards where the sound had come from, Mario broke into a sprint in the opposite direction. His heart was pumping a thousand beats a second, he drove his feet into the ground with as much strength as he could muster to get every drop of speed from the gesture as he could, hearing nothing but his own breath.

At the first sound of pursuit, he took a quick turn to the right, ran past three or four trees and then took a left, looking over his shoulder just as the Slutton was landing and tripping right where he had been half a second ago. His incredulity to how fast the creature could move swept through his thoughts, but was short lived, he had to survive, and getting caught was immediate death. Mind racing, he saw the snowy mound that had originally caught his attention, and then remembered Verde's trap.

His running slowed down just enough for him to try and recognize his surroundings; he instantly regretted not having paid attention to the general direction he had been running beforehand. A chill ran down his spine, and looked over his shoulder, seeing only a blur of black, brown and white tackling him onto the ground. It hurt, his head being the first thing that hit soft dirt, arms followed, and with it the rest of him, slamming him flat on the ground, the attacker rolling over him and quickly standing up in front of him as he went for a sitting position. Heart in his throat, he drew out the knife from his boot as fast as he could, trying to stand up with everything he had.

He didn't get the time; she jumped, jaw wide open, sharp fangs gleaming in the dark, clawed hands extended, ready to shred him. Frightened, Mario raised his left arm in pure defensive instinct, her bite sinking down into his wrist with a wet sickening crunch. Even with adrenaline pumping through his veins, the pain felt like someone had just torn his arm off. His tight jaw let out just half a scream, his system too high on the desire to survive to fully take in the pain. Just as she was tightening her hold on him, he used everything he had to bring the knife in his right hand down onto her left eye, blade slicing cleanly into the gray and white orb, blood and transparent ooze spilling out as it sunk all the way to the hilt. The creature let go and screamed in agony.

Mind ablaze in hot white determination, anger and fear, the human shot to his feet and jumped onto her in one fluid motion, knocking her down while she tried to regain her bearings, knife still inside her socket, blood gushing as he twisted it and drew it out in a spray of gore, flesh and blood. He landed straddling her chest, his good arm holding the knife, not even feeling her claws dig into his body and slash madly in a blind attempt to defend herself. He let out a primordial roar, a scream that came from the very depths of his being.

He would not die today.

Raising the blade as high as he could, he let his voice out with everything he had as he drove the blade into her throat with a queasy dull thud, without even giving a second of rest to then draw it out and stab it back in with everything he had a second time, and a third, and a fourth, blood splashing onto his face, exposed skin and what remained of his clothes. She reacted when he was about to slash a fifth time, managing to shove him off, powerful hands almost launching him a full three meters away, where he landed like a rag doll, unable to do more than lift his head and watch as she somehow managed to draw enough anger and determination to stand up, clutching at the bloodied mess of was left of her throat even though not a fifth of it was left, the rest a gushing red tatters of meat and blood, her good eye blazing in focused fury.

The human couldn't move, he was covered in blood and deep gashes; his world was starting to fade at the edges slightly. Only able to look on in absolute horror as the pokegirl was still not yet dead, she gargled her own blood, coughing and making gagging motions, the blood oozing and gushing like a fountain down her neck and eye socket. She stepped towards him, blood running down the front of her torso in a river of crimson water, dying her fur and dripping onto the ground. Another step, her body was wobbling, her chest heaved even when no air would reach her lungs. Even in death she would not give up. Third step and even the nearly immobile and half dead human began to panic.

THUD

The single eye opened in shock, her eyes looking down at her chest, where a half meter long spear of ice protruded right between her breasts. She began turning around to face whoever it had been that had attacked her.

CRACK

A ball of ice the size of a fist hit her squarely on the head, there was the sound of a wet snap as the wolverine pokegirl became very still for several long seconds.

She collapsed on the spot, face down against the ground.

The pokegirl was dead.

Even if Mario had the strength to move, he would have remained there, watching in rapture at the death of the creature, panting for breath as he held tightly the blade with which he had defended himself.

Verde appeared from between the trees, she was half naked, only wearing her pants, her exposed white pale torso stained with blood, sweat, scratches, and dirt; most of the wounds were light. She was limping, and despite the conundrum of wounds, was smiling like it had been Christmas. The smile vanished as soon as she saw him, becoming a deep worry and fear instead.

Mario felt confused as to why she had that expression and looked down at himself.

He could have gasped if he could; rather, it came out as a wheeze for air.

The entirety of his torso was covered in bloody trenches, showing bone in some spots while the others revealed torn muscle and flesh, too much blood was bubbling out at the rhythm of his heartbeat, covering his skin, shirt, coat and the ground below, pooling on his sides and beneath him. His left arm looked normal until the forearm, from there on it was a smashed conglomerate of red, white, black, and the coat's brown fur, all clumped in a mess of skin, fur, flesh, blood, and bone. His eyes wide, slowly, the realization of his grave condition managed to slip through his fogged mind.

The adrenaline seeping out of his body and a quickly growing sense of pain overcoming it, he tried to scream. Only a grunt and a pained moan managed to get out thought, what little energy he had quickly left him as he fully collapsed on the ground, desperately trying to move when every muscle in his body felt like it was made out of red hot lead.

Verde was quick to act, kneeling next to him and placing him sideways, placing the torn bundle of her own coat onto him while she laid him next to a tree. "Shit." She muttered under her breath, aware he wasn't going to last like very long, she had to find something to heal him with. "This is going to hurt." Placing her hands on his torso, a thin layer of ice covered her palms, and as it touched the human's chest, the blood froze into a dark crimson ruby color, spreading to encase his wounds as the human struggled underneath and looked at the pokegirl with pained eyes, the cold biting deep into him like daggers. "This will stop you from dying right away. I'll be back as fast as I can." She lowered her head until she was looking him straight in the eyes. "DON'T YOU FUCKING FALL ASLEEP OR I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!"

Hastily, she went to her feet and began running with everything she had towards the deeper side of the forest, plowing through as many small bushes and even tree sprouts as possible along the way, breath catching on her throat as she pushed every ounce of her superhuman speed, strength, and endurance as possible. And merely two minutes into the task, a green and brown arrow hit her square on her shoulder with a concussive thud. Grinding herself to a full stop, she yanked the arrow out. "I AM NOT FERAL!" she roared into the apparently empty forest. "I HAVE A HUMAN AND HE'S DYING, I NEED HEALING SUPPLIES NOW!" the power of her voice carried with it a cold tremor that reverberated into the forest.

After ten seconds of silence, three small elves came out from between the trees as if they had just appeared there. All covered in a light brown leathery armor, two armed with their bows and the third with a spear, all exactly the same to one another except by the color of their hairs, which were varying shades of dark brown. "Why should we give you our berries?"

Verde growled her voice out in controlled and clear words. "I am one of the three ice sisters of the tribe of Io, the human is under my custody and if he dies because you refused to help, I will hunt you three down, and then continue with the rest of your court until I kill every last one of you or I die trying." The air became much colder.

All three elves shuddered at the combination of her words and the cold, tensing in increased fear and anger. "Lower your weapons." A fourth voice came through, and two more elves stepped out of the forest, these ones were almost as tall as Verde, their skin a light golden color, hair the color of copper in one, and silver in the other, eyes a deep emerald and slim yet curvy figures covered in the same sort of armor the elves had, two blade sheathes at the sides of their hips and a bow on their backs. "We'll come with you, we have what you need."

The Hun's eyes narrowed. "We also need Hot tomatoes."

"We have what you need." The duo repeated in unison.

"This way." Verde spun on the spot and began sprinting full speed back through where she came, following the clear path of destroyed foliage she had left before. Inwardly, she was regretting not having brought any more healing berries or equipment than what she had had to use to fight. Finding a whole pack of Sluttons was not something that had fit inside her expectations. She looked at the duo of Golden elves were not as strong, or fast as Verde, yet were keeping her speed even though with a bit of effort.

As soon as she saw Mario's ice covered body, Verde's heart skipped a beat and she pushed for the final sprint before hastily falling on her knees next to the human, his face pale as snow, his lips purple and his body shuddering as he looked at her with half lidded eyes. The elves were quickly there, their faces not showing the urgency or fear Verde's had. "Stand back." The copper haired one instructed as they both knelt next to the human.

From out of her pouch, the silver haired Golden elf brought out a handful of ping-pong sized bright red tomatoes, and crushed them while pouring the juice down the human's throat. The other took out a dozen spherical purple fruits half the size of her fist out of a pouch clearly too small to contain them, quickly breaking the ice that encased the human's chest and squeezing the deep purple juice into the cracks, watching as the ice began to melt off.

Mario choked on the warm juice and let out a half scream-half grunt as the entirety of his chest was lit ablaze with pain as skin was being re-grown to shut the wounds, nerve endings coming to life along the way. The two pokegirls had to hold him down to avoid him from moving and opening them mid-heal. The work continued on his right arm and then his back. Breaking the ice and pouring yet more purple juice onto his skin. However, they came to a pause when they reached his left arm.

Eyes narrowing, the silver haired Golden elf brought out her sword. "We can't heal this wound properly; it's too much even for a Great Grape or our magic." Her voice was grim. "We'll have to amputate it."

Verde glanced at the arm and bit her lip in a silent growl in frustration; the Slutton had pulverized his wrist, hand, and part of the forearm, turning it all into a bloody deformed pulp. It was a miracle it was still attached to his arm at all. "I'll help you hold him." She stated coldly. Verde looked straight into his eyes as she blocked his view from his arm. "You're doing amazing." Kneeling at the sides of his chest, she placed her forearm on his mouth as she used her ass to pin his torso into the ground. "I need you to bite down. Don't hold back, my skin is tougher than it looks." She used her knees to pin down both shoulders and the arms; she glanced back at the elves, the silver one holding down his legs. Slowly, Verde nodded.

The gesture had been fast and precise, three strokes of the blade that had been made with such ease any spectator would have believed they had been practicing it for decades. The two first opening the still good flesh in a V, where the narrow end would be halfway down his forearm. The third slice cut off the bone closer to the elbow than the outer edges of the V. With it, what had been left of his arm and his hand were no longer attached to him. Even when half dead, the human found the strength to let out a muffled scream and bite down on Verde's arm with everything he had, tears rolling down his wide eyes as the copper haired Golden elf placed the two pieces of flesh together into a stump, the flesh hiding the bone completely underneath, hands glowing a light white and gold before she quickly squeezed some more of the Great Grape, its juices sealing what was left of the wound as the human kept on struggling against those that kept him held down.

Even after it had been healed, Mario kept fighting for a whole minute, his strength slowly diminishing until, with one final grunt, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, falling completely unconscious and going limp just seconds later.

Sighing, Verde pulled her arm out of his mouth, the pattern of his teeth clear as two red and purple lines, in a couple places he had actually managed to draw a hint of blood. She turned to look at her escort; the duo was cleaning all the blood from their hands and arms as a duo of elves were growing two small branches from the ground and knitting them together to make a sled of sorts. "Thank you." She commented with a slight sense of relief, taking one of the leftover Grapes and pouring its juices over her skin, the sting of healing going mostly ignored.

"You owe us nothing." The copper haired elf woman commented, her eyes looking through the clearing and onto the Slutton's corpse. "What you encountered was what we had not managed to kill off these past few weeks. It's the first time we've seen a pack of feral Sluttons this big, and we've been around for a long time."

The silver haired woman glanced at the impaled corpse only a couple meters away for several long seconds before she turned to look at Verde with an impassive expression. "Take him to your healer. We won't touch your kills until the setting sun tomorrow, after that; we will take whatever remains."

Both Golden elves aided the elf and placed Mario on the sledge, wrapping him gently with what was left of his coat and Verde's to keep him warm. They handed the straps to pull the sledge to the Hun and bowed slightly. "We'll be meeting again."

"I hope it's under better circumstances." Verde bowed herself, grabbing hold of the reigns.

"Make sure to bring the human as well." The silver haired elf gave a tiny smile. "It'd be a shame if his only experience in our forest be such a bad one."

Verde responded by giving a weak smile. "Indeed."

Miranda crossed her arms in frustration, a deep scowl in her face. "You can forget it, his fever just went down; he is in no conditions for this. If Nura were still here, I would be in the preparing to send him to a real hospital right now."

"Damn it Miranda, do you know how long I've been waiting for a chance like this one?" The second woman growled, her own arms folding under her top-heavy chest, her two antennae flicking in irritation. "He is a human not from this world that has just been traumatized by a pokegirl. A chance like this will never show itself again. Take off the psychic barriers from his room."

"No, you can wait just a day or two more until he gets his bearings again." The Arch-mage growled. "You just came back Sheika, he doesn't even know who you are."

The second pokegirl looked as if she had just been slapped. "You didn't even tell the newbie Fellatio had two other pokegirls?" she looked around her for a second. "And where's Kiriko when I need to drive my point further?"

"AHHHH!" the shout and sound of breaking glass startled them both.

They looked at each other. "Shit." The duo stated in unison, jumping to their feet.

The screaming came to a halt, but the both of them had already run out into the corridor and promptly into the room adjacent to it. Inside, a very tall pokegirl, almost two and a half meters in height, was currently clutching one of her two dog-like heads in pain, dripping water and some blood. At the other end, was Mario, pale like a ghost, face fixed in a mix of surprise and horror, looking at the pokegirl, though promptly screamed and clutched the stump f what had been his left hand.

"We told you not to go there!" Miranda almost shouted, seeing bits and pieces of what remained of a flower pot spread across the floor and Mario's bed. With a gesture of her hand, dark purple chains came out of the walls and floor, quickly paralyzing Mario against the bed, where he started to struggle. "Sheika!"

"On it." She placed herself next to Mario and looked him straight into his eyes. Her eyes glowed a light purple. "Calm down."

The human's struggles came to an abrupt halt, though his body remained tense. His eyes remained fixed on Sheika's, showing just the barest hint of anger as he frowned slightly. "Stop that."

Sheika's antenna twitched, her eyes opened in shock and she almost jumped back, clutching her left arm as she took a couple steps away from him. "What the…!?"

The human's anger flared as the psychic lost focus on her hypnosis. "OUT!" he shouted. "GET OUT NOW!"

The Arch-mage gave him a calculating stare for only a second; at a snap of her fingers all three pokegirls were gone.

The rage turned into pain, his left arm exploding in red hot agony, he screamed as he clutched it, panting for air and trying to calm down the fire that was burning his arm and soul. He let out a couple more bellows of anger and pain before his breathing became stable again. The anger had not vanished; the human had just barely managed to contain it.

It took him nearly five minutes of lying on the bed with his eyes clutched shut and breathing hard before he finally gave out a sigh, looking up at the un-amusing white ceiling in absolute silence. The pain in his arm was no longer there, only a throbbing reminder that it was still there.

Still on his back, he raised his left arm and looked at it. He had been pale all his life, and his eyes could see this clearly as they traced the limb's length starting from the shoulder. But it came to a halt halfway down his forearm, right where his light brown irregular blob of a birthmark would have been; in its place was now the round stump, tainted in purple with deeper colors following the lines where the blades had cut his flesh.

He shuddered at the memory, the anger and the fear flashed through his head a second time since he had woken up, but there was a feeling of numbness that pushed it away, the thought that this arm and his own had no resemblance aside from the pale tint of his skin. This was not his arm.

The throbbing pain said otherwise.

Averting his eyes from it to look around, the room was sterile white and the illumination seemed to come from everywhere at the same time. His bed was made out of steel and at the side there was a nightstand where the flowerpot used to be, on the wall next to the door there was a mirror.

He drew out the covers and stood up; he had been wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts pajamas colored a neon pink, and was quite sure that not only was it not his, as it was a couple sizes too big, but that he'd also not wear it again. Eyes returned towards his left arm for an instant, throat tightened painfully, a soft sob escaped his lips as he touched the stump with trembling hands, the sensation was alien, and a part of him screamed out this was wrong. "Miranda's healing magic is weak; you will get your arm back once you find a skilled healer." The words left his mouth, but they tasted sour in his lips.

"You will get your arm back." He steeled his resolve.

Standing up, he took the two steps that separated him from the mirror and looked at his reflection.

The first scars he saw were on his face; three of them, dark grape in color, they went from his left ear to end up one just under his nose, the second bellow the corner of his mouth, and the third ran the underline of his jaw, no thicker than a pencil, yet to his eyes they might as well have been fluorescent purple light. Raising his left arm, he stopped half way and growled in anger and frustration, switching with his right hand to touch the tissue. It felt smooth and slightly numb. His right arm also had scars tinted in purple; about ten of them, thinner than the ones on his face, and randomly spread on his upper arm only.

He glanced down his front, meeting the pink fabric of the pajama, the corners of more scars visible beneath.

It took him a bit more effort than he thought, but he managed to take it off with only his right hand. His reflection greeted him with an image he had trouble recognizing as his own. Whereas before he had been thick, now he was sickly thin, skin slightly paler than it used to be, ribs showing against his skin, cheeks hollow, eyes sunken in, arms going from their previous slightly thin to bony. And that had not been all of it, his torso was riddled with several dozen scars, most either as thick as the ones on his face or twice that much, while a couple were so thin they might as well have been drawn onto him. They crisscrossed and covered mostly his ribs, back, shoulders, chest, and even a couple on his gut. He had not expected there to be this many, he didn't even remember the Slutton having had more than five or six seconds to do the damage before he slit her throat and she shoved him off.

Slowly, he used his fingers to lightly trace the line of every single scar, systematically memorizing the location of each of them. To him, each was irrefutable proof of the strength within the creatures that were called pokegirls. They were also a testament to his own weakness and fear.

As soon as his eyes went back at his left arm, he closed them and turned to avoid looking at the mirror, a dull throb erupted from the limb and his eyes shut tighter for several longer seconds. Opening them, he glanced at the door; it was made out of wood, flat and light brown with the stretched dark lines drawing seeming random patterns on it.

Just like the doors of his house.

Where his brother, sister, parents and grandmother lived. Where he'd sleep and eat, where he'd argue and laugh.

He closed his eyes again; the pain he felt was more than just physical. His memories came back in a rush.

The light blue of the walls, their texture, the feel of the doors and handles against his hands. His bed, his chair, his room. The scent of books, the places where dust bunnies would gather, those secret locations he used to hide things, and the places where the others hid theirs, the sounds of creaking wood when someone walked up the stairs, the 'tack' of rain when it hit the roof, the soft breeze that would blow when he opened a window, the warmth of being inside during winter and the cool while in summer. Everything came back to him in a rush.

It was the memory of his sanctuary.

"I want to go home." As soon as he had spoken the words, they stuck on his throat and tightened it until he felt out of breath. Tears started forming at the edges of his eyes; a mute sob escaped his lips before he clamped his mouth shut with as much strength as he could, jaw tight enough it hurt.

Legs too weak to keep him standing, he fell on the bed. Grabbing the pillow, he sank his face against it, and did what he did not remember having done in many years.

He cried.

It started as a sense of homesickness and fear, expressed in soft sobs at first, but it soon escalated into rage, anger and despair, forming into curses, screams and hammering of hands against the bed and pillow, drowning the sound against it, all directed at the impotency and futility of his actions. Every ounce of him wanting nothing but to shred the world away and leave nothing behind.

And he kept at it until he could no longer continue and fell asleep.

When he woke up, the young man felt like he had just run a three day marathon. Even though he didn't have drowsiness or was feeling sleepy, his thoughts were sluggish and his entire body was lethargic. He grunted at the sensation of a wet pillow against his head and quickly flipped it over.

Then he realized he was covered by a bed sheet.

"Damn." The feeling of embarrassment buzzed his mind awake with a slight hint of anger. He pushed himself onto a sitting position, despite the tiredness, he was much more relaxed. A weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Still, he felt pretty crappy.

Eyes drifting through the room, his sight landed on a chair that had not been there before, a set of clothes placed on top and waiting for him. Rather eager as he was to be rid of the pink cloths, he took off the pants and began dressing up with the fur and leather combination of shirt, vest and pants. They were different than the ones he had worn before, rougher to the touch, slightly thicker, and much, much warmer. The size was almost a perfect fir, allowing him ample and as unrestricted movement as one would expect from such clothes. The color was a combination of dark browns with whites that somehow reminded him of winter forest camouflage, and it even had a hood.

"Neat." He welcomes the distraction to draw away his most recent thoughts. He looked himself over in the mirror a second time, the sleeves were somewhat longer than needed, and if he let both arms hang limply at the sides and he closed his right hand into a fist, the fact he was missing the last piece of his left limb became perfectly hidden. He felt relief at that small fact.

His eyes went down to the boots that had been resting below the chair, they were steel tipped combat boots, which caught him by surprise since the previous ones had been leather and fur and hand-made while this looked industrial. Putting the feet into the boot was easy enough, and it felt comfortable and the right size.

When he was about to tie the laces, he halted.

Frowning, he ignored the nagging anger and sadness at the back of his head for having forgotten, even if for just a second, that he now had just one hand. He forced himself to relax, he might as well get it over with and find a way to deal with it on his own, and he refused to let this get to him any further.

The tears had already been shed, and he did not plan on giving himself the chance to do so again.

Using only his right hand, he placed the shoelaces through the hooks, then, with the aid of his other foot, he tightened it and tied the knot. The process was repeated on the second shoe, and it took him a bit less than the first try. Though ten minutes of trial and error just to put some shoes on were not something he'd approve of. More so since they weren't as tight as what he would've liked. "I'll just have to practice."

The ensemble made him look tough and rugged, though this was aided by the unshaved beard that had started to form and the scars. The smile that came to his face was a forced one, one he had learnt to practice over the years, he watched the details; making sure it reached his eyes even when he kept from showing his teeth, a chuckle followed. "Smile, and feel better with yourself. You are alive and that in on itself is a gift, be grateful. This too shall pass." His words were meant more for the smiling reflection than himself, not the hollow numbness inside his head and chest. "Move on and pick an objective." Nodding, he took a breath, kept it and then let go. "Let's get this over with, time to look to get lefty back."

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and walked straight onto the large breasted, orange skinned bald antennae woman from when he had woken up. The impact made him stumble back, instincts kicking in to grab hold of the walls with his hands but only managing the one side, his fall would have gone the whole way if not because something seemed to catch him mid-air. Looking down in surprise, he saw his body was wrapped in a very light pink glow; he was raised onto his feet by the same formless touch, until he was standing again.

"Not so angry that I'm a psychic now, eh?" she taunted, showing him the tray with food that had been floating next to her. "You ought to be hungry. Having a fever three days straight is taxing."

He growled something under his breath before watching intently at her amber eyes. "I really don't like the idea of someone being inside my head."

"Most people don't, more so when it's a total stranger" She shrugged, shoving him back onto his room, placing the tray of food on her lap as she sat on the chair. "Look, I'm a researcher at heart, and you're like the big pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."

"How deep in my head have you gotten?" Mario sat on the bed and glanced at her, taking off his coat and jacket to avoid getting too warm.

"I would've liked to go all the way…" she gave him a sultry wink. "…but I didn't have much of a chance." Raising her hands as if surrendering, she added. "Right now I'm not trying anything as a sign of good will, I'll even ask for permission from now on." She lowered her hands, yet kept a finger up. "But only if you do again what you used before to keep me out."

Mario hesitated, and remained silent for several seconds. "Fine." he spoke halfheartedly. "I'm doing it."

Her face lit up with a smile and her antennae twitched twice, Mario felt an odd prickling sensation around his head in a way similar to when a limb was waking up, it lasted only ten seconds before it started to become painful and he winced. It immediately stopped.

Sheika nodded with satisfaction. "So to protect your mind you use the quickly changing waters rather than the immovable stone." With another twitch of her antennae, the tray on her lap floated until it landed on his lap. "It's rather interesting; people usually try blocking psychic probes by focusing on a single thing. I didn't think similar results could be achieved by doing the polar opposite." Her smile became smug. "Anything dumber than a Ka-D-Bra would need to be very experienced getting into people's minds to have a chance to figure out a way around that defense of yours, they'd probably only be able to get in by force." She watched Mario as he took the fork and began eating. "One little thing I should explain before we continue, what you just felt was my attempt of entering your mind the forceful way, if I tried to bypass your defenses rather than fight them, you'd probably barely feel it and I'd be able to go much deeper before you noticed it."

"Then you've already figured out a way around it." He spoke between bites, not even raising his eyes to confirm his statement.

The smugness only grew. "The weakness of the wall comes in the cracks; the weakness of the water comes in the direction of the flow." She purposely used a preaching tone of voice. "If someone were to know where the water flows, they could adjust their course and sneak in."

"So if my thoughts were truly unpredictable, then the only way to pass would be by force." He yawned, eating a couple more bites. "If I imagine something vividly enough while you're inside my head you'd feel it too, right?"

"I would." she nodded. "But that's only if I get caught off guard or the sensations are incredibly strong; anyone with a minimum amount of experience or training would know how to avoid getting caught inside their target's imagination. If talented enough, a telepath will be able to fully block out the influence of the target's mind, while a lesser one would just be able to mitigate the effects." she raised her hand as he was about to speak. "And before you boast, I felt the pain in my arm before because your mental defenses caught me completely off guard."

Mario grinned evilly. "So I was your first." a chuckle escaped him at the irritated expression on Sheika's face. "It's great to know you were caught by surprise. I can use that the next time I have to defend myself against a psychic."

"I was meaning to ask if there were psychics on your world." she sighed, disappointed. "The scenario where rather than pokegirls most humans were telepaths or such was quite entertaining. Now I'll have to ask how, or rather, why, you have such a mental barrier when such situation apparently doesn't take place."

Shaking his head, he took another bite of food before answering. "I didn't really consider it a barrier. I get bored easily and so I like to think stuff up, imagine situations, events, experiences, stories... An environment where I was bored on a constant basis, and I got a lot of practice keeping my imagination very active over the years." he adjusted his position on the bed, placing the now empty plates along with the tray besides him. "Now my turn to ask, who was the two headed dog-woman that I'll have to apologize to? I heard you say her name before, but wasn't paying that much attention."

"Her name's Kiriko, a Hell-Hound. She heard about you practically killing a Slutton with just a knife and got curious." She let out a chuckle that seemed very content. "She's still sulking about the whole pot to her head thing." Sighing, the pokegirl rubbed her neck. "We were out with the tribe's hunters; I was doing some data recollection about the mental state of ice pokegirls when hunting, though Kiriko came along because Angus asked her to look over me."

Eyes watching her face carefully, he kept his expression neutral. "I'm guessing you two don't get along very well."

Sheika glanced at his face for a second, her antennae twitched but Mario didn't feel anything. He hesitated to believe or not if she was sneaking into his mind before she shook her head. "Don't worry, it's just superficial telepathy, only a very skilled psychic would be able to block or detect such a light touch. It's barely enough to let me know what emotions you're feeling." She smiled politely. "Miranda and Kiriko are both pokegirls that have been with Angus practically since he began as a tamer. I joined his team just a year ago or so. I'm government property." shock crossed her expression as her antennae twitched a second time. "You're irritated over me being directly from the government or because I said 'property' to describe myself?"

"Both." He tried to shrug it off even though her comment had irked him a bit further. "Personal experience has taught me not to trust authority figures without several very good reasons. And the whole being property thing is flat-out wrong." Shaking his head, he sighed and leaned back slightly. "I'm not going to go into a ramble. And though I appreciate the company, I feel you came here for more than just food and chitchat."

Sheika sighed, straightening out, her face became serious, her expression professionally neutral. "I came here to prevent you from developing Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder. The experience might have…"

"I know what Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder is." He cut her words short. "I'm also sure that the disorder doesn't start to become apparent until it's clear a person's psyche has not recovered, I believe only a couple of waking hours after the event are not enough for anyone."

"No, it is not enough time." She was full-out professional in her demeanor now, giving a slight nod while holding his gaze with clear and apparent neutral intent. "However, the signs of early PTSD can be detected even before normal recovery should have ended, with the aid of psychic abilities that is."

"Don't give me that crap." Anger flashed across his face. "What you want is my permission to get into my head and do your research. Just like how the Professor tried tricking me into answering a questionnaire with an enchanted pen."

She looked surprised, and promptly concealed it. "I'd also say that allowing me to do this would get you closer to getting your tamer license, as a psychological evaluation is required."

Even through the anger, he managed to look smug. "Technically I'm already a tamer, thanks to the professor being in a hurry." Leaning forward until he had to use his elbows against his legs to keep balanced, the playfulness in his eyes vanished. "So either you give me something worth taking a peek at my mind, or I will do everything I can to keep you out."

Her face became stony, completely lacking of emotion and clearly being kept that way. She didn't speak, instead keeping her eyes fixed while staring at him. Finally, she broke the silence. "Nothing I can offer would be valuable enough for you to allow me full and undisturbed access to your mind and memories. An alternative would be to leave the professor and become part of your harem, the bond and trust that would surely follow granting me the access to enter, with enough time, I'd be able to see the whole of your mind." She let out a short sigh, letting her features loosen as she put up a tiny scowl. "Yet I am no longer in the age where I want to travel with a tamer, more so when there's the risk of being won over by another tamer through salvage battle or any other legal or illegal mean."

"Meaning we have reached an impasse." He calmly concluded for her. "You are correct in assuming I don't want to give you the master key to my mind. However, there are a couple things you're able to offer I might be interested in exchanging for a… let's call it 'lesser access card'."

Sheika's antennae straightened out and became still, her expression deepened in thought. "What do you want?"

"Right now, I'm trying to learn some magic. But I've found myself with somewhat of a problem." He grinned ever so slightly. "I suspect that the same thing that helps me to push you out of my head is the same one that doesn't allow me to focus on a single thing enough to get it to work. I'd like you to help me in fixing that, you can check for PTSD and mental sanity along the way if you actually meant that." Standing up, he stretched his hand towards her. "Do we have a deal?"

She stood up and grasped his hand firmly. "Deal." Letting go of his hand, she grinned, the air of formality vanishing into thin air. "Oh, I almost forgot to mention this. The professor said your pokegirl will be arriving here tomorrow."

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Current Harem: None, soon to have new addition :)

Authors note: So that came out different from what most of you expected didn't it? I sure as hell was shocked when the idea came to me, it's so out of what I usually do that it took me like a dozen re-writes to be satisfied with the end result. And I still would have preffered if I had managed to squeeze in more "Ouch, my arm" time.

Next update will be on Friday most likely, not too sure, but I'll try to have it out and about by then.

If anyone's interested, yes, there will be Ranma in the stories… just not yet, so be patient.

From this point on it's the different pokegirl pokedex entries, four in total, guess it's compensation for not having put entries on the second chapter. Much more than what I had originally expected, but I still decided it best to put them up in case anyone's interested. I would rather link it to the actual pokedex entry and save up on words, but the online version is very much out of date, so this is my best bet right now.

In case of doubt, ask in the review, if you're a fanfiction user I'll answer through PM, if not, I'll post a review as a reply. If you don't want to review but still want to comment, feel free to either PM me or contact me through marioggf21 at gmail.

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ELF, the Sylvan Warrior Pokégirl

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Magic/Plant

Frequency: Uncommon

Diet: Human standard, prefers a low meat diet

Role: Woods warriors, gardening

Libido: Low

Strong Vs: Plant, Water, Psychic, Rock

Weak Vs: Ghost, Steel, Poison

Attacks: Absorb, Arrow Shot, Binding Arrow, Command Plants, Heal, Little Cloud, Thorn Cutlass

Enhancements: Longevity, Hibernation (involuntary upon going feral), Enhanced Strength (x2), Nightvision, Enhanced Agility (x2), Aptitude (Archery), Empathy (Plants), Enhanced Senses (Hearing (x3)), Enhanced Senses (Vision(x3))

Evolves: Grandelf (Mana Crystal), Elfqueen (orgasm or battle stress), High Elf (normal), Avariel (Angel Stone), Gardelfwhor (Shield Stone + Thunderstone), Pinielf (Psi Crystal), Cyberelf (Thunder Stone), Golden Elf (Sun Stone)

Evolves From: Bimbo (Leaf Stone)

Revised: July 2012

During the Revenge War the Elf made the forests of the world a nightmare place for humans trying to move through them. Today an Elf is valued for her limited magical skills, her power to grow plants anywhere there's dirt and the ability to put an arrow pretty much wherever she wants one to go.

Elves stand anywhere between 3 ft and 5ft 4 inches, with the average standing an unimpressive 4ft 3 inches tall. The tallest Elf recorded was a whopping 5ft 7 inches. All Elves are slender, with proportionally long legs, slim hips and typically an A cup bust. Elf pokegirls do show some signs of jealousy towards other Elf breeds that possess larger breasts, but tend to ignore or make fun of breeds that aren't Elves, regardless of their figure. The pointed ears they possess are considered the defining physical characteristic of the Elf breed and they run the gamut from pointed human sized ears to pointed ears that tower above their owner's head.

Elves have white skin that can be pure white or have a light green, brown or blue cast to it. Their hair is thick and comes in a variety of colors. An Elf's eyes are typically blue, green or amber but all of the colors found in nature have been recorded. There are two albino Elves known. Both are in the same court and neither is accorded any special favor or derision because of their condition.

All Elves are inhumanly graceful and this, combined with their ability to command plants, allows them to move through a forest without leaving any sign or sound of their passage. It's this technique that has given rise to rumors of enhanced speed in the breed since they can run through a forest without having to slow to go around trees or worry about being snagged by branches or vines. The truth is that while they're fast, they're no fleeter than a fast human in the open.

Elves prefer ranged combat and their spell repertoires will reflect this, with most wanting to learn spells and magic techniques like rune chain or mana bolt since they can use it to keep enemies away from them. However, they shine when using a bow. With any bow, an Elf can hit just about any target anywhere within that bow's range, and with arrow shot they can guarantee a lot of damage with each hit. In fact, when using a bow, an Elf can extend that bow's maximum range to 150%.

In melee combat the Elf fares poorly. She naturally knows Thorn Cutlass, but must find a thorny plant to harvest for thorns with which to use the technique. For this reason most Elves have some thorns handy in a pocket or pouch. She has no aversion to using manmade knives and swords and with her enhanced strength can hit hard, but the tendency is to strike enough to give an enemy pause and then withdraw to open the range so she can switch back to her preferred ranged techniques.

Elves like being in the wilderness and will try to convince their tamer to tame them outside, be it in the backyard garden in a town or in the wilderness. Other than that their specific tastes vary from individual to individual, but it is a fact that an Elf who is only tamed indoors is not a happy Elf.

This love of the wilderness extends to other parts of an Elf's life. In an urban setting, an Elf will constantly try to find or create a wilderness area for her to spend time in. A tamer living in the city with an Elf in his harem will quickly find that his back yard has become a tiny forest and his swimming pool a pond filled with aquatic plants, fish and frogs. Forbidding an Elf to fill this need is almost certain to result in her leaving at the next Sadie Pokens.

Elves can command plants to grow, causing them to sprout and go through their life cycle at double the normal rate. More experienced Elves can triple or quadruple this growth speed and can make a field of crops mature overnight once they've laid fruit. Combined with their ability to make small fields of rain whenever they want, this has made them very popular in agriculture, especially when combined with the Boobisaur to keep the fields fertile. The ability to make it rain has also made Elves popular with people traveling through or living in arid regions, although any oasis that an Elf creates will die when she leaves.

There is a spell unique to the Elf breed. It is a spell which asks a willing tree to provide the Elf with a bow, quiver and arrows made from the heartwood of the tree. These are alive and thrive as the Elf thrives. Arrows grow inside the quiver and can be planted to produce trees or used as weapons. Arrows that are not deliberately planted will not sprout and once an arrow is rooted it becomes a normal sapling of whatever tree species gave the bow and quiver. If the bow or quiver is taken from the Elf against her will, it will die in a matter of days, even if given to another Elf. If the Elf is killed, her living bow and quiver will also die. Elves who know this spell cannot teach it to a non Elf and threshold Elves don't know it until taught by an Elf who does. A living bow has triple the range of a nonliving bow of the same design. This spell can also be used to produce a living sword, dagger or staff. Edged weapons created by this spell are as hard as the hardest steel and never dull while the living staff is often used for powerful enchantments by more experienced spellcasting Elves.

When an Elf begins to go feral, she gets sleepy and stays that way. If taming is not an option, almost instinctively she will seek out a safe place before she goes completely feral. Elves can be quite creative in this search and feral Elves have been found in caved in caverns, buried underneath fallen trees and rarely inside wall dead spaces. When an Elf goes completely feral, she goes into complete hibernation. Her breathing and her heart stops and, other than the fact that she doesn't decay, she appears completely dead. In this state she does not age. If injured she does not bleed, but if given a wound that would immediately kill a living Elf, a feral Elf will immediately die. An Elf can only be revived from this suspended animation by being tamed. Use of a lubricant is recommended.

Because the Elf can be evolved by the application of a Leaf Stone to a Bimbo, by using a Bimbo pokéwoman an Elf pokéwoman can be produced. This has allowed human children to be born from Elves and, because of this, there are rare cases of threshold into Elves. As the young woman becomes an Elf, the magic inherent in the breed causes the transformation to almost always happen overnight and without any pain. In most cases the new Elf will immediately respond to the call of the closest Elf court and run away if not restrained. For this reason, threshold Elves are seldom found at Ranches.

GOLDEN ELF, the Radiant Pokégirl

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Magic/Plant

Frequency: Rare

Diet: Human standard, prefers a low meat diet

Role: Frontline infantry, special forces

Libido: Average

Strong Vs: Plant, Water, Dragon, Dark

Weak Vs: Electric, Ghost, Steel

Attacks: Shinesphere, Blurring Form, Absorb, Reflect, Mystic Bolt, Command Plants, Leaf Blade, Vine Burst, Thorn Cutlass, Esuna, Haste, Mystic Bolt, Counter, Headbutt, Spells

Enhancements: Longevity, Enhanced Strength (x3), Enhanced Speed (x2), Enhanced Endurance (x3), Enhanced Dexterity (x2), Enhanced Senses: Hearing (x3), Enhanced Senses: Vision (x3), Nightvision, Pain Immunity (Active), Reduced Feral

Evolves: None

Evolves From: Elf (Sun Stone)

Revised: November 2012

The Golden Elf is so named because its skin is always a shade of gold, ranging from light tan all the way to a true metallic gold identical to the ore. Its hair is always a similar color but is almost always metallic in hue. Only its eyes betray its Elf origins as they can be any color found in the Elf breed. Golden Elves stand between five and a half and six feet tall. They're bulkier than their Elf cousins, tending towards a curvier figure and a solid C cup.

Where the Elf is popular for growing plants and her incredible abilities with a bow, the Golden Elf is sought out by combat tamers for her melee skills. In both dark and light courts the Golden Elf is the infantry trooper, with more experienced Golden Elves forming special units of unconventional warfare experts. Light courts often make deals with the leagues they reside in to provide a limited number of Golden Elves for military service, with the understanding that these Elves will be allowed to return to the court once their military tamers are dead. More and more dark courts are investigating the possibilities of their Golden Elves getting similar training, often to the delight of the leagues where they reside since the first offer is usually some kind of nonaggression agreement for as long as the program continues.

Golden Elves typically open battle with a volley of shinespheres to blind their opponents before using haste and blurring form while moving to engage their foes. Leaf blade is employed in the cases where prisoners are desired to pummel enemies until they can no longer fight back and command plants is used to entangle attackers as well as to detain the defeated. Golden Elves can learn the living weapon spell and usually prefer swords for melee combat. If grappled, they respond with headbutt until they can get free to resume using their weapons. While Golden Elves are more than capable of holding their own against many foes, when combined with uncannily accurate flights of arrows from supporting Elf archers, enemies seldom last long.

If the foe is too powerful, they use the vaunted Elf ability to pass unseen through the forest to retreat until they can regroup and attack from a new direction.

Outside of combat, Golden Elves can be found working in gardens of specially grown plants where they cause these plants to produce large leaves that grow into the shapes of armor for the Golden Elves to wear in combat. These take months to grow even with Elves helping, but weigh as much as comparable cotton clothing, are hard enough to turn steel blades or claws and are highly resistant to fire. Use of this armor can reduce damage from fire by as much as one half. Only the Elfqueen can grow these leaves faster and categorically will not for anyone outside of her court. This armor is not available for non-Elves, although some Elves working with Golden Elves may be gifted with a suit of her own.

The easiest way to identify a feral Golden Elf is because, while able to communicate and to function normally due to having reduced feral, a feral Golden Elf loses the ability to create her armor. Interestingly, feral Golden Elves are aware that they are feral and will attempt to head for the closest court to be helped. They are single minded in this and will avoid all contact with humans and any non-Elf pokegirl breeds while doing so.

Golden Elves have no special requirements for taming, although they show a marked preference for being tamed outside regularly.

Golden Elves make terrible alphas. They're not interested in command but do make excellent beta's or noncoms in military service.

Currently, no human has thresholded into a Golden Elf. However, interestingly enough, all human children, both male and female, may share the mother's skin color. However it is never metallic unless a boy with pokegirl gene blood traits.

CERBERASS, the Hell Hound Pokegirl

Type: Near Human - Inhumanoid (Canine Animorph)

Element: Dark/Fire

Frequency: Rare

Diet: Carnivore, preference for spices

Role: Guard, Hunter

Libido: Average - High

Strong Vs: Ghost, Ice, Plant, Psychic, Steel

Weak Vs: Fighting, Ground, Rock, Water

Attacks: Howl, Crunch, Faint Attack, Shadow Spear, Tenebrous Strike, Fire Blast, Flame Tower, Warm Embrace, Fireball, Fire Strike, Ignite, Sabre Claw

Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x6), Enhanced Senses (Hearing, Olfactory) (x10), Enhanced Endurance (x3), Enhanced Durability (x3), (Some individuals: Multi-limbed (4 arms))

Evolves: None

Evolves From: Hound (Fire Stone or Canine E-Metal)

Revised: July 2012

It is unknown if the Cerberass was used during the War of Revenge, though there were many reports of fire wielding canine types. Discovered during normal evolution stone testing, and later re-discovered accidentally during routine shipping of E-metals, this breed evolves from the Hound through two different methods, the Fire Stone and Canine E-Metal. It is debated among researchers that if the breed were used, their more intimidating subtype would be the more logical choice. In modern times, the Cerberass is known for being a canine breed of pokegirl that can have multiple heads, much like that of the Chimera breed.

Ranging in height from 6' to 8.5' (1.83-2.59m), this evolution of the Hound has a range of appearances even wider than that of the Milktit. At the breed's most human appearing, individuals have dark triangular ears and a tail that usually reaches mid-calf. Skin tones may be dark black to a fiery red, and any number of combinations of dark and warm colors, with human skin tones being rare. The most inhuman appearing members of the breed are large anthromorphic canines, complete with full muzzles and a digigrade gait. They also have the possible addition of up to two extra heads and a second pair of arms. The breed is highly variable, and have a multitude of appearances, including mixing and matching traits. Notable to the breed is that instances of multiple heads are usually the result of an evolution of the Hound via a Canine E-Metal, though hereditary factors are also involved.

Common to the breed is the often touted canine loyalty, and many tamers have described their Cerberass as affectionate or passionate. Most data indicates that passionate may be a more accurate term, as the breed often takes to tasks with energy to spare. Guard duty, especially for those individuals with multiple heads, is often favored by the breed. This also seems to hold out in the arena, where many members of the breed have been known to throw themselves entirely into any conflict. The breed often does well against foes due to a combination of relentless offensive and intimidation, though they are still often bested by elements that trump their own. Tamers and announcers have often remarked how odd it is to see the huge three headed pokegirl whine and whimper after being defeated by an inexperienced water type.

While this breed is often described as skilled in bed, it is recommended that heavy restraints be used on the breed as a precaution. Some members of the breed are known to be safe to tame due to learning to control their strength, though this should be tested thoroughly on a weaker pokegirl before a tamer decides to risk their own life. It bears repeating that taming accidents are the second cause of fatalities and only slightly below feral attacks. As the Cerberass breed tends to conform their preferences to their tamers, use of restraints quickly become a preferred method of taming.

For those members with two or three heads, it should be noted that most are the same in personality. This can lead to some disorientation when holding a conversation and getting answers from two or three separate heads. The breed also has the ability to hold as many separate conversations at once as they have heads, though it has been proven that same personality brains are not connected in any way, and even these individuals will hold conversations with themselves to fill the other head(s) in on what was seen or heard. Very few of the breed have different personalities according to their heads, and like the Chimera, may or may not always get along with themselves. Due to this, many multi-headed Cerberasses should be taken on an individual basis as to how they would work in a harem.

Though the breed is known as the Hell Hound pokegirl, most domestic members of the breed are in no way infernal, they gained their monicker early after the war due to the breed's feral state. The breed prefers to lair in hot areas, often mountainous or desert areas. They often superheat rocks in an area, and chase prey into the superheated area. Most prey expires from heat stroke, or collapses from heat exhaustion. This is why to hunt the breed was often called 'walking into hell' when a Cerberass lair was found. Though Water types are used to defeat the breed, surprisingly Ice types are helpful in cooling the temperature so the area is less dangerous for the human tamer.

Threshold directly into a Cerberass is a very rare occurrence, and varies greatly depending on the appearance of the pokegirl they become. Noted as uncomfortable to painful at times, the rearrangement of bones as the body shifts often leads to accidental breakage if the thresholder attempts any activities outside of bed rest. Most of the changes are accompanied by a high fever, occasionally high enough to endanger the transitioning human and ice packs are required to keep them from literally bursting into flames. The process is typically fast, usually lasting 2-5 days depending on the amount of changes that happen. Fortunately, the high fever usually means most of the very anthromorphic pokegirls are either delirious or unconscious for the transformation process.

ALAKA-WHAM, the Psychic Powerhouse Pokégirl

Type: Near Human

Element: Psychic

Frequency: Very Rare

Diet: Human style food

Role: Administration/Research Assistants, Interrogators, Therapists

Libido: Average

Strong Vs: Fighting, Poison, Psychic

Weak Vs: Bug, Dark, Ghost

Attacks: Barrier, Confusion, Dream Time, Healing Meditation, Psychic, Psywave, Telekinesis, Teleport

Enhancements: Emotional Control, Encyclopedic Knowledge (Human and Pokégirl Anatomy), Enhanced Intelligence, Enhanced Memory, Limited Precognition, Telepathy

Evolves: None

Evolves From: Ka-D-Bra (Normal)

Alaka-Whams continue the growth begun when they became Ka-D-Bras, gaining a few inches in height for a maximum height of 6'0. Their skin (once again sans antennae) darkens to a deep red, and their antennae max out at nearly a foot in length. Many Alaka-Whams keep their antennae back, flat against their head, unless actively wielding their psychic powers. Their bust also increases, usually upward to an E-cup. Their breasts are so large, in fact, that their frail bodies can't support the weight without assistance. Alaka-Whams rely on constant, low-level telekinesis to help support the weight of their massive chests. This can be troublesome for pokégirls who have just evolved, but they get used to their newly acquired assets which require her powers. Due to the weightlessness of water, this breed tends to enjoy spending time swimming and bathing whenever possible, if only to relief their powers for a short time.

Their powers also increase dramatically, giving them a wide variety of Psychic attacks, defenses, and support abilities. Usually, Alaka-Whams will use their Telepathy and Precognition to stay at least one step ahead of their opponents, while using techniques such as Barrier and Teleport to avoid any attacks their opponent conceives of throwing at them. Offensively, the breed usually overwhelms their opponents fairly quickly by using a combination of Telekinesis, Psychic, and Psywave. Alaka-Whams have also been known to use Confusion to cause additional damage and discomfort toward their opponents, usually in the early stages the battle. Outside of battles, the breed can use their psychic abilities, such as Dream Time and Telepathy, to help aid in interrogations of suspects in criminal cases. Patients who have experienced traumatic events and need therapy to cope with the experiences are usually referred to this breed for their treatments. By joining the patient's mind with the pokégirl's own, the Alaka-Wham is able to repair the emotional and mental damage brought on by the traumatic effects the patient underwent.

The breeds' typical IQ is considered to be in the levels of Genius, making them one of the smartest pokégirl breeds known to man. Due to the Alaka-Whams' extreme amount of intelligence, there have been groups who have shown distrust with this breed. It is not exactly clear if this is due to jealously, or to the fact that a good portion of the breed seem to value logic and knowledge over their emotions. Some Alaka-Whams have been known to be cold and calculating when doing research with their owners, only seeming to care about the end results. This does not mean that the breed is unable to experience emotions, not are they unable to show them. In fact, Alaka-Whams respond better to tamers who are generally affectionate towards them, both physically and mentally. Due to the intelligence and rarity of the breed, it is unheard of to find an Alaka-Wham in a feral state or out in the wilderness alone.

Alaka-Whams usually make excellent Alphas for tamer harems. This is due to their knowledge of pokégirl biology and being able to detect most of their harem sisters' emotional and mental stress levels. By using their psychic abilities, the breed can inform their tamer when one of the harem members is not feeling appreciated, thus stopping a bad situation from getting worse. Alaka-Whams who are Alphas within their harems will see themselves as a "big sister" or a "mother" toward their sisters, and will become very protective of them. The breed also tends to be very protective of their tamers, once a bond has been formed, and will defend their master to the end. There have been no reported causes of direct threshold for this breed to date.