Chapter 2: Wild Horses & Pokegirls
On Choosing Your Pack Alpha

WARNING: This is a fic that has silly moments and plotlines, but is set in a
dark world and explores concepts dealing with the darker side of human
nature. It also is *not* recommended for the young, rated NC-17 or something
or like that. There are elements which will disturb me, the writer, for
crying out loud.

DISCLAIMER: Various elements from this come from Greyman and a few other
erotic (or at least adult-oriented) Addventure writers on the web, Nintendo,
R.Takahashi/Viz, and other writers.

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Ranma fidgeted under the combined gaze of all those present.

"Hasn't he made a choice yet?" A female voice from outside the room asked.

The semi-feline named Nabiki called back an answer. "Nah, he's just sitting
there twitching a lot."

Ranma pulled out his PokeDex and decided to scan the group. He wasn't really
that enthused, but it had been presented him that he needed to have one of
these pokegirl types around while he was in this world. "When in Osaka" and
all that sort of thing. Or something like that.

"Use the 'Brief' function," advised Professor Stroak from the vidphone where
he was teleconferencing.

The reluctant Tamer found the button and clicked it before bringing the
little knoblike sensor to focus.

[Kitten, Domesticated] This was the girl with the (gulp) feline looking ears
and tail in the housedress, who *still* looked a bit hurt. Her name had been
given as "Kasumi" earlier.

[Kitten, Domesticated] This was the girl with the pageboy, who had taken out
an abacus at this point and seemed to be figuring something out.

[Tomboy, Domesticated] The girl who'd challenged him to a fight.

The fifth (which had briefly been joined by a sixth) in the back row turned
out to be [Bunnygirl, Domesticated] [Icemaiden, Domesticated] [Megami,
Domesticated] [Peekabu, Domesticated] and a [Elfgirl, Domesticated].

Trying not to look at the two c-c-c-cats, Ranma decided it was time to do
something unusual. He'd hurt a noncombatant who'd not offered any insult in
turn. What was her name again. Oh yeah. "Uhm, Kasumi isn't it?"

Soun announced it with a bullhorn. "HE HAS CHOSEN KASUMI TO BE HIS ALPHA!"

"Kasumi?!" "No way!" "Kasumi? Alpha? That's a joke!" "Oh my!" "You go,
pokegirl!"

"NO! I DIDN'T MEAN..." Ranma began frantically waving his hands around,
looking panicked.

"Oh, Master!" The Kitten in question had clasped her hands in front of her
and turned a sparkly tear-filled gaze in his direction. "I thought you
didn't like me!"

"Waitaminute!" Ranma was now actually beginning to panic. "I can't choose
her - she's a C-C-C-CAT!"

"Something wrong with cats, Tamer?" Nabiki's eyes had gone to slits.

Ranma swallowed, now facing a united hostility and danger in the air. "Uhm,
well, I kinda have a problem dealing with cats... stupid Oyaji."

"What kind of..." Nabiki's voice trailed off as she read body language and
the way this Tamer wouldn't look at either her OR her more feline sister.
"You're an ailurophobe, aren't you?"

"I KNEW it!" Akane exclaimed. "Just from the way he looked at me, I knew he
was gay!"

Those who didn't facefault, sweatdropped. Except Bunny, who looked puzzled.

"Uhm, Akane. Ailurophobe means he's scared of cats and catlike beings,"
Nabiki said after a few moments of silence.

Akane shrugged. "Oh. Well that too then."

"I AM NOT GAY!" Ranma found himself shouting and just grumbled for a bit.

"Well, that leaves Akane," began Soun.

"WHAT?!" An angry Tomboy stood up "NO WAY!"

"She *is* half boy, after all," suggested Nabiki.

"HEY!" Akane AND Ranma yelped.

Soun sighed. "Well, let's go over these choices for you. You could still
choose Nabiki or Kasumi, you know, they're not Catgirls yet - but Kittens."

"Ranma," put in the Professor from the vidphone, "I'll have to leave this
little discussion, but you might consider the duties of the Alpha, and what
kind of support you'll most need. Though if you associate regularly with
Kasumi or Nabiki, you'll be able to overcome this difficulty."

Ranma privately doubted that. "Uhm, well. I don't know any of 'em. Heck I
don't even know what all a Tamer does."

Another stunned silence.

"He couldn't be *that* clueless, could he?" The tall Peekabu asked as soon
as she recovered.

"Yes, he could," said Akane. "Hmmmph."

Soun gave a nervous laugh. "Well, son. You can get to know your pokegirl
better over time. As for which to choose..."

"Perhaps," said a quiet voice that somehow reminded Ranma of snow falling on
branches, "it would be best if we introduced ourselves directly and what our
areas of skill are."

Ranma realized it was the pale white girl with the reddish eyes who had said
that. "Uhm, yeah." Saotome Principle Of Being In Over Your Fool Head: Admit
Nothing And Stall For Time.

The c-c-catlike girl he'd met earlier stood up and bowed. "I am Kasumi. Half
Kitten. My mother was a Catgirl named Kimiko. My rated skills are Cooking 5,
Domestic 4. I have an esper rating of 2 in healing. I'm afraid I'm not very
good at fighting."

As Kasumi sat down, the next girl stood up and winked at Ranma. "I'm Nabiki.
Half Kitten, same mother as Kasumi and Akane. My rated skills are Gambling
2, Streetwise 3, Stealth 4. Though I'd have rated myself higher in Gambling,
that was the score I got. I'm also pretty good with management skills and
I've got the Pay Day and Sneaky Punch special techniques."

Nabiki sat down and all eyes went to Akane. Who merely got up and gave a
brief "Akane Tendo. Tomboy." Then sat down.

The girl in the second row got up, then fell over into a tangle. "Owie." She
bounced back up, laughing in an embarassed manner a moment later. "I'm
Bunny. A Bunnygirl. Well, half at least. Uhm. My skills are... well."

Soun interrupted. "She knows Rabbit Punch, Dumb Luck, and Pounce. Her
noncombat skills are rather more limited."

"I'm just bad at tests," complained Bunny.

The pale one tapped Bunny on the leg to get her to sit, then stood herself.
Ranma couldn't read anything about this girl or her stance, so maybe she was
a good martial artist? Or just didn't care about anything.

"I am Rei. Icemaiden. I am proficient with several Ice element attacks and
have several basic maintenence skills. Ratings are Repair 3, Driver 2, and
Survival 3."

The next up was the human-looking one with the facial marks. "Bell. Megami.
A Psychic/Magic Type. I know Divine Retribution and Shield as attacks.
Domestic 4, Cooking 3, Divination 3."

The tall girl stood up and gave an odd kind of reverse salute with a wink.
"Hi, sempai! Makoto here. Half Peekabu. Cooking 4, Ice Skating 3, Domestic
2, and I'm pretty darn good in a fight too!"

"He's not your sempai," chided Bunny.

"She's a Peekabu?" Ranma asked. "She doesn't look a thing like the one I saw
earlier."

"Half Peekabu," Soun put in while Makoto fidgeted. "A Feral purebred Peekabu
would be indistinguishable from any other Peekabu and has an electric attack
much more powerful than Makoto is capable of."

The tall girl looked down, embarassed.

Makoto sat and the girl with long ears stood. "Deedlit. Elfgirl. Plant/Magic
type. Survival 3, Stealth 3. I'm skilled with the sword and thrown weapons."

"Well, son? We have another Tamer arriving soon, he's scheduled a challenge
for Akane."

The Tomboy paled. "Not HIM."

Bell nodded. "Tatewaki Kuno will arrive in two hours. He has just evolved
his Domina Kodachi to Dominatrix."

"I can still take 'em," said Akane confidently.

Bell held up a card, revealing what she'd been doing in the back row. She
shook her head sadly.

"please be kidding, Bell," said Akane, going instantly from confident to "in
front of the firing squad and can someone call the governor please?"

Bell shook her head again. "I'm sorry, Akane."

"Hmmm," hmmmed Nabiki. "I have no psychic talents, but I see that dog collar
and piercing set in your future, Akane."

Akane whimpered, her eyes fixed on the card Bell was holding.

Ranma let out a deep breath. He had to choose one. He didn't have to *use*
one. He fought his own fights after all. But someone to cook and stuff might
be handy. "Okay. I choose..."

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Akane was lost in horror.

Kodachi had been *quite* clear on how Akane would fare once Tatewaki was
able to claim her.

Akane fretted a lot. BELL had said that if she fought Kodachi today, Akane
would lose. If Akane lost to Kuno, he would claim her, that had been set
some time ago by Kuno himself. Only a Tamer who defeated Akane could claim
her. This had started a Parade Of Hentai.

The challenge had drawn some. Others who didn't like Kuno just wanted to
deprive him. Still others simply wanted to own her for whatever reason,
despite the unpopularity of Tomboys.

Akane faced the very real possibility that she'd be OWNED and TAMED by
Tatewaki Kuno, trained and disciplined by that Dominatrix Kodachi (whom some
said was Kuno's sister!) until she was nearly Feral. She'd be loyal to
Tatewaki by then, without a thought in her head besides obedience.

Akane shuddered and tried to come up with a solution. ANY solution. Her eyes
fell on a backpack. There had to be something to do!

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Professor Stroak sat back in his den, letting his Vaporita pour tea. He had
let everyone think that he'd given away all his pokegirls. Less fuss and
bother that way. However, as anyone with any brains would realize, Professor
Samuel Stroak was old - not dead.

The pokegirl poured the tea then quietly went away. The Professor organized
his thoughts briefly, then tapped a control on his desk. "Computer open file
'Approach'. Authorization 'Mighty Oak'."

"Passcode and voiceprint confirmed. DNA scan confirmed. Opening file." The
voice was deep and distinctly male.

"Addendum," dictated the Professor, leaning back in his chair. "Each of the
various Tamers to leave my lab area recently has a different approach both
to life and their stated goals of becoming a Harem Master.

"Melvin, whose approach was 'By The Book' and to consult the manual
constantly, has already met with disaster. He is recovering at Nerima
General Hospital with three pokegirls. My nephew Gary's approach is
'Overwhelming Strength' - he is challenging and capturing the strongest and
most evolved pokegirls that he can. Which means he's focussing on feral
pokegirls. Ash, who may eventually overcome a long set of head injuries, is
trying the unique approach of trying to be his pokegirls' friend and thereby
encouraging good performance. Ataru merely wants to screw them all and seems
not to care about quality.

"Jim, on the other hand, has accepted three pokegirls and seems not inclined
to add more - spending much of his time training those three extensively.
The 'Skill Over Power' approach. Richard is adapting a similar approach
himself, adding only that while Jim is using non-elemental pokegirls such as
a Domina, Rich is using three of the seven elements."

The Professor studied the ceiling for a moment. "Ranma reminds me of Ash in
several respects. Evidence of brain damage. Emotional insecurity covered by
bravado. Somewhat clueless, but also ready to challenge the status quo. In
both cases from an unusual background. Ranma comes from another world,
whereas Ash was raised by a mother who was abandoned by a Tamer father.

"Both see pokegirls as something other than biological weapons systems left
over by Sukebe, which is the traditional view by the informed. Neither views
the pokegirls as trained animals, which is the typical view of the masses.
It will be interesting to see how the two will battle against each other.

"Close file. End session."

"Closing file."

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Ranma shouldered his pack. How had he agreed to this? Why?

"Take care, Kasumi. Take care, Nabiki."

"What about you, Bell?"

The Megami smiled. "A young engineering student named Keiichi just called
the contest hotline while trying to order takeout from his dorm room. He'll
be coming by shortly as he's just won a pokegirl. Isn't that nice?"

Nabiki smirked knowingly. "I sense the Hand Of Fate, or at least someone's
hand in this."

"Nabiki," cautioned Makoto, her head moving slightly to bring their
attention to the silently watching Tamer.

Nabiki winked and pulled an abacus out of one of the cargo pockets on her
jumper. "Oh well, shall we go, Master? The bus fare is kind of steep, but
that way you avoid some of the problems from going through the Woods. It's
Mating Season for the Wasps and Buzzbreasts, that can make things
hazardous."

"Aw, I'm used to living off the land," Ranma answered, well aware that he no
money.

Kasumi hefted a carrisack which clanked and slipped on a backpack which
likewise looked much heavier than one would expect a woman of her build to
be able to manage.

Again Ranma wondered what had possessed him to take BOTH girls.

Well, at least this way they could all carry camping supplies. And if he
didn't focus on the ears or tails or other feline qualities, he could think
of them as just girls. Still alien and fearsome to some degree, but not
making him want to climb a tree.

Akane frowned thoughtfully. Maybe if she... no that was too contrived.
Waitaminute, what if... no that was too OOC. How about if...

"Goodbye, Ranma, be sure to Tame my daughters right away!" Soun called out
from the doorway as the three started their pokegirl journey.

"Oh my," said Kasumi, blushing severely.

"Darn straight," said Nabiki, positioning herself to watch Ranma's behind as
they walked. "Yup, definitely need a long Taming soon."

Ranma puzzled, still not knowing what all this talk about Taming was.

"Anybody see Bunny?" Makoto asked, wondering why her old friend wasn't here
to see them off.

Bell got up and started towards the door before the bell rang. "Ah,
Keiichi-san. Nice to see he's punctual."

Makoto sighed enviously. Kasumi and Nabiki had a nice Tamer. Bell had
arranged a nice owner for herself. On the other hand, she was still here and
still passed over like stale bread. If she had cubs it would have to be
through parthenogenesis and that was NO fun at all.

Deedlit sat on the spire of the roof, watching Kasumi and Nabiki leave the
Ranch with their new Tamer. She'd bet they'd be back, but this was all so
romantic. And (as had been privately discussed) all the Ranch's pokegirls
were watching to see how this Ranma handled the sisters.

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Akane blinked and raised her head, looking wildly around. "Hey! Where's
Kasumi and Nabiki?"

Makoto looked strangely down at her half-sister. "They left. Ranma couldn't
decide on an Alpha and was mumbling about how he'd only met Kasumi and
Nabiki. Father heard the names, declared that it was a joyous day, how much
like Genma this Ranma was, and quickly gave Ranma both Kasumi and Nabiki's
pokeballs."

"huh? WHAT?!"

"They left about an hour ago," added Makoto. Why was Akane so upset?

"He can't just take them," Akane declared. "He hasn't defeated anyone in
combat! He hasn't Tamed them yet! He definitely can't have TWO Alphas. And
neither of my sisters are fighters so neither of them is suitable as an
Alpha!"

Makoto shrugged. She was beginning to consider alternative methods of
finding a Tamer. She wanted a *nice* Tamer, preferably one that was cute,
and being picky was not usually an option.

"I've got to stop them!" Akane declared while posing righteously. "This
travesty must not be allowed to stand."

For just a bare moment, the tall Peekabu thought about pointing out that
Akane didn't like guys. That Akane was just trying to get out of meeting
with Tatewaki Kuno. That being in proximity to a male besides their mutual
father for long periods would trigger the biochemical shift. That Akane
would slowly turn feral without a Taming from her Master. Instead, Makoto
thought of something else. "Hey, Akane, that Ranma guy beat you, didn't he?"

"Yeah, I... uh oh." Akane turned pale. "That was an hour ago?!"

"Hour and a half I'd guess," Makoto said, looking into Akane's eyes. "I
don't see any glazing though, so maybe you didn't trigger."

"Yeah, that couldn't have counted," Akane said with some relief. "Hmmm. I've
still got some time before Kuno shows up. Akane better get warmed up." Akane
stopped, her expression going from relieved to alarmed. "Did Akane just
refer to self as Akane?"

Makoto frowned and nodded.

The Tomboy frowned and concentrated. "*I* am not going to let biology rule
over Aka- ME! Aka- *I* will not give in!"

Makoto shook her head, sending her ponytail bobbing. "You know better than
that, Akane. We aren't Feral pokegirls who can't read or speak anything
besides our breed types and ruled entirely by instinct. We've all read the
case histories, the experiments, the studies. You can hold out for a few
days, a week at most. Once you've been triggered, you'll go Feral unless you
get Tamed and regularly. Even if you weren't triggered by that fight with
Ranma, we're all at the age where we'll get triggered by time and season.
Why do you think Father's so interested in getting us all set up?"

Akane snarled and slammed her fist into a post. "It's not FAIR, damn it!
Akane HALF pokegirl. Some of us break odds and never trigger!"

"Those that never trigger don't have special abilities to the extent you or
I do," Makoto drew the trembling girl into her embrace and started stroking
her hair. "Hush Akane. We'll all help you fight as long as you can. And when
you fall, we'll do our best to keep you comfortable and Kuno away from you.
If you manage to avoid being Tamed by Kuno."

Akane shuddered again, and slowly pushed herself away from Makoto.
"Mako-chan. I'd really prefer being alone right now."

Makoto left after patting Akane on the shoulder briefly.

The Tomboy stood there alone for a few moments, gathering herself. Then took
a small pack with her own pokeball in it, a change of clothing, and a
toothbrush.

She had places to go, and to say goodbye to her sisters. Or so said the note
she left behind.

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Kasumi smiled as she walked down the path with her Master. She smiled at the
trees, she smiled at the tweeting birds, she smiled at the Buzzbreasts and
Wasps and various Bug types that were held at bay by the automatically
released Buzz-B-Gone repellant from the dispensers every fifty yards.

Kasumi was quite happy. She had expected that, being a common Kitten and
neither especially sexy or beautiful or even a good fighter, that she would
end up raising other girls' kits and having her own litter
parthenogenetically. After which she might end up going Feral. She didn't
have much to attract a Tamer, after all.

Instead, she was happily on the road with her new Master. While she doubted
she would end up as an Alpha, her current Master wasn't putting her in her
pokeball so she could actually see some of the world now. How nice!

Of course, she'd eventually be rotated back to storage. She just wasn't
useful enough for a Tamer's six "on hand" pokegirl harem. That was OK. As
long as she got Tamed every so often, it wouldn't take nearly as much
difficulty to avoid going Feral.

It was a very nice day, as well. Though, being Kasumi, she was already
planning the evening meal. Something with a lot of protein, of course. Her
Master would need it.

Which brought Kasumi's attention to her Master again. Just having one was an
unexpected pleasure. He certainly looked as if he might be able to perform
his Tamer duties quite well, however little experience he might have.

"Master," asked Kasumi politely (as if she had another way), "how long
before we stop. It's already past two, and the nearest rest area is another
five miles. Will we stop there?"

Ranma grunted, then seemed to realize he was actually being asked a question
and therefore he should answer. "Yeah, I guess."

Kasumi nodded and focussed her attention back on the task of planning
dinner.

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Nabiki's mind, as usual, was calculating things out. On meeting Ranma, she'd
appreciated his well toned martial artist's body and had speculated about
endurance ratios and recovery time. On being chosen (which she wouldn't have
placed odds on) she'd begun the process of calculating how much effort to
nudge the fellow into making correct decisions.

She was, after all, a Kitten. Therefore a pokegirl, therefore property. She
couldn't own property, anything she had - from her pokeball to her hairstyle
to her treasured abacus and fieldguides - was actually owned by her Master.
At least that was the *legal* status.

If your Master wasn't one of the licensed and regulated groups that dealt
specifically with pokegirls (Tamers, Breeders, Researchers, Masters) then
the pokegirl in question often got quite a bit more slack. Titmice and
Kittens could be "pets" or treated almost as members of one's family.
Something that had been developing for over the past fifty years. Though on
occasion some pokegirl would run amok and bring hostility on all the rest,
with Television commentary on how irresponsible pokegirl ownership (such as
allowing them some measure of independence or even allowing them to eat at
the same table as a human) was actually bad for the pokegirl as well as
"proven" scientifically to cause a host of problems.

Yet even in those heavily regulated groups like Tamers, where a pokegirl was
still considered a bioweapon that had to be rigidly controlled, many Alphas
quietly ran the show. The rules, mentioned when no humans were about, were:
subtle nudges, never confront, and never ever let them suspect you had a
brain.

Though there was hope. Everyone at the Tendo Ranch had eagerly poured over
some of the results that Professor Stroak's Vaporita had sent via Carrier
Pidgy. A Tamer named Ash who wanted to be friends with his pokegirls? He'd
have to be carefully protected and managed, otherwise that spark of hope
would falter under the scrutiny of the authorities. Ranma was another hope
to be carefully cultivated, having no idea of what his role actually was
meant that he could be guided subtly to being other than a harsh Master.

There were others, few and far between. Those who had actually paid
attention during their indoctrination during schooling were more likely to
be harsh and unforgiving Masters. Mikado Sanzennin (with his stated pledge
of screwing 1000 pokegirls), or Tatewaki Kuno (who fancied himself an epic
samurai Tamer like from the ancient Survivors War), that Ataru fellow (who
claimed that he had to have the largest harem ever- it was his destiny), all
perfectly normal within the circle of Tamers.

This sort of deep thought kept Nabiki occupied the five miles to the first
rest area, by which time she was also quite aware that she had never gone
quite this sort of distance while carrying a fully loaded pack. She was
almost ready to be put in her pokeball for a rest.

Another factor, somewhat exhilarating, was the freedom. Being an Alpha had
never been a consideration. She *had* considered having the operation.
Having her ovaries removed, her sexuality blunted, would mean a halfway
descent to madness. Yet she'd never go Feral in that state, never be Tamed,
never undergo the horrors of a bad Master or feel the glow of having a
caring Master. She was glad she'd put that decision off, there were
*possibilities* here.

Life, Nabiki reflected, was a series of trade offs.

A tent was already staked out, and judging from the rhythmic squeaking
emanating from it, there was a Tamer at work.

Nabiki saw Ranma's puzzled look and decided she *really* needed to have a
talk with the boy.

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Dear Father, assorted half-sisters,
Ranma challenged and defeated me in personal
combat. While I was involved with other things,
the Tamer took my two dear sisters as his Alphas.
This is incorrect and intolerable. Clearly I must
go and convince my two sisters to return home. If
anyone must suffer, it is my obligation as the
warrior of the three of us. If I convince this
Tamer, Ranma Saotome, of the correct course of
action, I shall return as soon as possible so as
not to miss my fight with Tatewaki Kuno.
Sincerely, Akane.

The great and noble Blue Thunder, legendary kendoist and master of the
Etchikenryuu (Perverted Blade School), heir of the Stone City Kunos, and
winner of the coveted Crimson Carp Badge, raised his head. Tears tracked his
cheeks. "Not here?!"

"That's what the note says," agreed Bell.

Kuno continued to stare at the note for a few minutes. Bell began to fidget
as Keiichi was due very shortly and she didn't see Tatewaki Kuno and Keiichi
Morisato as getting along at all well. You didn't need a high Divination
score to foresee trouble there.

"I UNDERSTAND!" Tatewaki Kuno proclaimed.

~Yeah, right.~ Bell wondered if her sisters Urd and Skuld could be signalled
to come in and cover for her... No, that wasn't very likely at all was it?

"THIS FOUL TAMER HAS ENSORCELLED THE PURE AND TIDY AKANE, SO THAT HE MAY
DEBASE HER AWAY FROM THE PROTECTION OF HER SISTERS!"

"Could you not shout?" Bell asked politely.

"AND HE HAS FLED RATHER THAN FACE THE RIGHTEOUS WRATH OF TATEWAKI KUNO!"

"Why are you wearing earplugs anyway?"

"I SHALL HUNT THE VILE MISCREANT DOWN LIKE THE, uhm, err, VILE MISCREANT HE
IS!"

"If you'd *ever* had to share a room with Akane, you wouldn't use pure and
tidy to describe her," Urd said as she walked in and signalled Bell.

"Oh my, Urd, why not?"

"EVIL DEBASER OF ALL THAT IS GOOD! ONLY I, THE BLUE THUNDER, MAY DEFLOWER
THE FAIR AKANE!"

"Other than she has a lack of control over more than her temper?" Urd made a
disgusted face.

"Oh my!" Bell blinked at the implications. "That's certainly one reason I
never considered for her being so irritable."

"I SHALL SMITE THE FOUL WORM AFTER HUNTING HIM DOWN LIKE SOME RABID GERBIL!"

"I think he's been listening to his Dominatrix too much. Have you heard her
laugh? It was bad enough when she was just a Domina." Urd indicated Kuno
with a slight inclination of her head.

"Bad?"

"THE VENGEANCE OF THE HEAVENS IS SLOW BUT SURE! AND CARRIES A BIG STICK!"

"Worse than Naga?" Bell asked incredulously of her sister.

"Yup," confided Urd. "You better get going. That Engineering student should
be here soon."

"Thanks, Urd!" Bell quickly excused herself and headed for the door.

"I MUST BE OFF!"

"You certainly must," agreed Urd.

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PokeDex Listing:
DOMINA, the aggressive pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Plant/Poison (leather is NOT a valid element)
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: Human style food, heavy on meat
Role: frequently domesticated pokegirl, often used to discipline/oversee
other pokegirls. Also commonly used by criminal elements.
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Tomboys, Ingenue, non elementals
Weak Vs: Psychic, Elementals
Attacks: Rose Whip, Call Me Queen, Poison Lash, Dominate, Sex Attacks 1 & 3
Enhancements: Toughness, Rose Whip, Hypnotic Gaze/Voice, Healing Factor
Evolves: Dominatrix (normal), Killer Queen (evolved Dominatrix)
   Dominas are difficult to control and not recommended for beginning
Tamers. They have some minor psychic talents, mainly their ability to use a
gaze/voice attack called Dominate. Their Rose Whip technique is a layered
ability, forming a whiplike tendril out of a common plant, which they can
then use for a variety of attacks.
   There are breeds with a natural resistance to the attacks of Domina and
Dominatrix, such as the various cat-types and armored varieties like
Valkyrie. Others are actually more susceptible, such as Ingenue and Tomboy.
   Domina and Dominatrix enjoy pain, and are fond of violence. Which makes
them both difficult to discipline and excellent fighters.

BUNNYGIRL, the ditzy pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: none
Frequency: common
Diet: vegetarian
Role: typically used in industries where high intelligence or strength is
not required such as food preparation.
Libido: High (Extreme)
Strong Vs: none
Weak Vs: Dog types, Bird types
Attacks: Tackle, Kick, Leap
Enhancements: Speed, Enhanced Hearing, Retarded Aging, Luck Factor
Evolves: Beach Bunny (water stone), PlayBunny (evolves during orgasm -
rare), MoonBunny (moonstone), March Hare (rare, mechanism unknown), Ingenue
(evolves during stress)
Bunnygirls are funloving, friendly, pokegirls with a scant attention span
and respond well to friendly affectionate Masters. They are popular with
college students, high school boys, and certain groups. On finding a Master
who actually responds well to affection, their libido tends to get a bit
higher with a corresponding drop in attention span.
  The Bunnygirl is one of the more common types of pokegirl in the general
market. Due to their lack of fighting potential, they are generally not
found among a Tamer's harem. The typical Bunnygirl is the sole pokegirl of
an owner who needs someone who can be trained to basic proficiency in a
single set of skills - often Cooking or Domestic. There are even fan groups
and enthusiasts such as exist for Kittens, Titmice, and Mermaids.
 

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