"-poorly dressed Tomboy of a PokeWoman. I'd fight someone who actually had a figure, or was cute, or at least had some sex appeal." Ash finished, still mainly concerned. "Ah, here it is. Tamers aren't allowed to take part in PokeWoman matches! See!"
With an inarticulate scream of rage, Akane started forward hands clenched to rip this insufferable boy to shreds. The air seemed to burn around her as she stalked forward.
Then Akane staggered, her aura winking out. Most pokewomen had a little problem with stamina, which was a control feature designed into their breeds from the beginning. Akane had gotten so angry that she'd ended up burning off most of the reserves she'd had after a long day of practice.
Seeing her still staggering forward, Ash decided to use his least experienced pokewoman. "Misty! I screw you!"
"You'd better," muttered Misty as she appeared.
Ignoring her, Ash pointed. "Misty. Tackle attack."
Misty dodged back as Akane swung, then tackled Akane to the ground. Misty knew enough about Taming that she immediately started work on the Tomboy, stroking and pinching until Akane gasped.
As soon as that had occurred, Ash threw a pokeball and captured the Tomboy. Then he regarded it. He wasn't sure he wanted some Tomboy. He already had Misty, after all.
"Well, Mister Tendo. This one's too small, I'll have to throw her back." Ash eyed the Eva and the Merrowl. A domestic and a financier. Both more attractive and clearly less antagonistic than the Tomboy. "I'll just take"
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