Chapter 9: Wild Horse & Pokegirls, a story by Metroanime with feedback &
scenes frm Tonyloco and Jim Bader.

Pokebattle 101

There's some pokegirl pics up on <http://www.geocities.com/studio_vanir/>

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: The character of N-Ranma (Native Ranma) is based on the manga
characterization of Ranma (with adjustments for growing up in this setting),
while Ranma (the one from another world) is based on the anime.
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.

There's now a pokewoman forum at:
<http://disc.server.com/Indices/169881.html>

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The door to Professor Stroak's lab complex creaked open around 9am, and
Ranma shuffled out to the cleared front yard in order to begin what was
usually a set of pre-dawn exercises. What with his activities of late,
however, he had overslept a little.

Stretches were performed, followed by a set of kata. After a few moments of
this, Ranma looked towards the woods. He could *feel* that just beyond the
fence he was being watched. Now that he was actually looking towards the
woods actively, he could see hints of movement and the occasional flash of
fur or yellow-black chiton. *Lots* of watchers, apparently.

Not to mention that pathetic-looking boy marching angrily along, a redhaired
girl accompanying him. The boy was wearing one of those pokebelts, sorta
like an ammo belt except that there were six pouches big enough to hold a
pokeball. The girl, on the other hand, was wearing what looked like
skintight red leather. Weird.

The boy reached Ranma and then started gasping and trying to catch his
breath. Ranma wasn't too concerned, he could have taken *this* punk when he
was five. Frankly, Ranma thought it unlikely he could even punch the boy
without causing serious injury.

"You are *so* pathetic," said the redhaired girl to the boy. Then she turned
her attention to Ranma. "He challenges you to a pokebattle: one-on-one,
winner gets one of the loser's pokegirls, no time limit."

Ranma was disappointed. He could use someone to spar with. Maybe he should
let Shampoo out.

"Th- (gasp) th- (pant) that's right (huff)! I challenge (puff) you!"

"How dare you ignore me!" The redhead scowled at him. "Either forfeit or
accept!"

Ranma pondered getting a belt like the scrawny boy. It might be handy for
those occasions he had to put a pokegirl in her pokeball. He wasn't too
happy with the prospect of keeping them in pokeballs, but supposed it was
the least of the problems he had with this society.

"If you're forfeiting, then I choose the Griffon."

"You're doing this all wrong," Ranma protested. "You're supposed to use a
challenge letter, alternatively you at least introduce yourself."

"I'm Shinji Ikari of New Pork and this is my domina, Asuka!"

"Oh," said Ranma, checking his pockets. His hand closed on a pokeball in his
pocket and he brought it out. "How the heck do you tell which one's which,
anyway? They're all red and white spheres with a button in front?"

"You're that inexperienced? Wunderbar," said Asuka with an evil expression.
"This will be easier than taking candy from a Kitten."

"Anyone who has said 'easier than taking candy from a Kitten' has obviously
never tried to take candy from a Kitten," said another voice. Nabiki faded
into view on the roof. "Ranma, here's your pokedex."

Ranma took the device and flipped it open.

[Domina - the lash pokegirl. The first of three stages (domina -
dominatrix - Queen). This plant/poison pokegirl has a high pain threshold
but prefers giving to receiving.]

"Well, *that* was no help," said Ranma. Inflating the pokeball in his hand,
Ranma gave it a quick toss. "I choose... whoever you are."

*Shoom!*

"Usagi?!"

Usagi stretched as if just waking up. "Ooooh! Is it time for Taming yet?
Huh? Huh?"

"A Bunny?! You choose a Bunny to take on ME?" Asuka snorted. "I should be
insulted but somehow I'm just amused. And an unTamed one at that. Well at
least this will be quick."

"Huh?!" Usagi blinked and suddenly seemed to realize there was a pokebattle
about to occur. Also that she was one of the combatants. "Waiighhh! I'm not
ready to fight!"

"Tough," replied Asuka, popping the snap holding a whip in place at her hip
and uncoiling it. "Of course, you could save us time by surrendering now."

[Bunny aka Bunnygirl. Like Eva, a Normal type pokegirl with multiple
evolutionary branches depending on what kind of stone is used and sometimes
the environment where she reaches a certain experience threshold.]

"*That* wasn't any help either," observed Ranma.

"Try hitting the arrow key, bring up the menu, select 'Attacks' and call out
a set of attacks," advised Nabiki, still on the roof.

"...but she's not one of my pokegirls," said Ranma.

"Tough, you got to play the one you've already drawn," lied Asuka.

"Oh," said Ranma, swallowing that. "Okay, let's see."

[Bunny attacks. #1: Dodge.]

"Uhm, 'Dodge'?!" Ranma said with a complete lack of confidence.

Usagi saw a whip heading for her face and obeyed. "YIPE!" The whip swung
towards her feet. "EEP!"

Asuka's smile began to look strained as she sent attack after attack, all of
which seemed to narrowly miss the wildly dodging Bunny.

[Bunny attacks. #2: Rabbit kick]

Ranma shook himself from watching the girl with the long ears using some
variant of Drunk Fu. Deciding he'd call it Clumsy Fu for now and investigate
later, Ranma gave the command. "Try a 'Rabbit Kick'?"

"Waaahhhh!" Usagi dodged another whip strike, spinning closer to Asuka, and
kicked out. Accidently slamming the spike on her high heel into Asuka's
throat. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"GAKKKK! KAHHH!" Asuka was wearing a red leather collar around her neck,
which had protected her a little at least. "I'll get you for that. This time
for real!"

"Waaaah! She's scary!"

Ranma watched the redhead chase the blonde bunnygirl around the yard
briefly. "There must be some trick of this stuff I don't get."

"Waaah!" (dodge) "Eeek!" (jump) "Yipe!" (skip) "Aahhhh!" (bounce!)

"Stand still!" (whoosh) "Accept your punishment!" (miss) "Take this!" (miss
again) "DIE!" (still missing.)

[Bunny attacks. #3: Dumb Luck.]

Asuka tried lifting a rock up and throwing it at Usagi. Usagi leapt up to
avoid it. Asuka began scrambling as it became obvious where Usagi was going
to land.

*THUD! WHAM!*

"Owie," said Usagi, rubbing her butt. "Lucky for me I landed on something
soft."

Asuka groaned.

"You did good, uhm, what was your name?" Ranma wasn't sure *what* to do in
this circumstance, but it looked like that angry tomboy had been defeated.

Usagi bounced up (incidently driving Asuka's face into the dirt). "Wai wai!
Usagi did good!"

"A Bunny named Usagi," said Ranma, who was thinking the girl looked really
familiar but he'd gone through a lot lately. "Oh well. So what do I do now?"

"Reward your pokegirl!" Usagi said, checking her makeup in a mirror.

"Collect your prize," corrected Nabiki.

"Oh... uhm." Shinji began, then his gaze crossed over Asuka. "Oh darn. I
guess you get to keep Asuka then. Well, take good care of her."

"Not so fast," said Nabiki, then teleported to right next to the challenging
Tamer. "I see you've got one pokeball full that isn't that Domina."

"Oh no, you don't want THAT one," began Shinji.

"You're the one who specified the terms of battle," pointed out Nabiki.
"Ranma, I'll need your pokedex."

"C'mon Usagi, this might take awhile," said Ranma to the Bunny while handing
off the gadget.

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Nabiki listened to the door close behind her, but the only sign was one of
her ears flicking.

"You want my Alpha, Asuka, right?" Shinji was trying not to look hopeful. He
was failing.

Nabiki considered for all of three seconds choosing a Domina and engaging in
a constant struggle for her position as Alpha, where Ranma himself would
have to show anger and aggression just to hold his own. After Nabiki had
repeatedly shot that thought, she indicated the pokeball on the boy's belt.
"That one."

"What?! No, you really want Asuka. This one isn't..." Shinji began to
hyperventilate. He HAD to get away from Asuka and that damn whip of hers.

Nabiki's smile was pretty catty to begin with. It got more so. She pointed
Ranma's pokedex at the sphere.

[Icemaiden. This Ice Type is known for having a low libido and little
emotion and is difficult to bond. Not recommended for beginning Tamers.]

Nabiki frowned for a moment. Sounded a lot like Rei.

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Ash stood before the tube, lost in thought.

"Ah, there you are, Ash." Professor Stroak walked in and began checking the
machines. "Good, good. Misty should be done very soon."

"Professor, maybe you can explain why..." Ash began.

The Professor bit off a laugh. The boy was *so* obvious. "Why it's taking so
long? Damage from when Akane decided to bust out on her own. Look at it this
way, she's coming along quite nicely. Look at that. I know she was quite
concerned about having such a tiny bust size, particularly with her
'sensational' sisters."

Ash frowned. That *hadn't* been his concern. Actually he hadn't really
noticed until the Professor had brought his attention to them. They looked
odd on Misty, after all they'd been through he was used to her "didn't even
need a training bra" breasts.

The Professor noticed Ash's frown and again suppressed a laugh, managing to
just smirk. "Or could it be you're asking why someone who was a perfectly
normal fiesty and independent human girl seems content to be a fiesty though
dependent pokegirl?"

"Uhm, yeah," said Ash, looking at the main signs that Misty was different.
Other than the breasts being full (Ash estimated her as being currently a C
cup on a thin frame), and the hips slightly wider, and the muscles on the
arms and legs being slightly more buff, the main differences were the skin
tone and in the hands and feet. Misty's toes took up a much greater
percentage of her feet, so that while the overall size hadn't changed - her
toes were now more like fingers in appearance. A thin but tough membrane
between them spread every time her toes flexed outward, giving her natural
swimfins. Likewise her hands had altered, with their own delicate-looking
webbing extending to the first knuckle. Her nails had grown longer and much
thicker, with a slightly pearlescent look. Suitable for prying oyster shells
and the like apart, Ash knew.

"One of the basic differences between pokegirls and humans," began Professor
Stroak, "is that humans are basically independent. Crowds of humans can be
like sheep or just plain idiots, but generally they are very
individualistic. Pokegirls were engineered to be just the opposite. They are
*dependent* on a genetic level, even those girls who go through Threshold
have reported something like this, though they have trouble expressing it."

Ash sat down, focussing entirely on the Professor for once. Professor Stroak
*had* gone from a relatively obscure teacher at some university, to a
castaway on some island for five years, then had returned to become one of
*the* highest regarded researchers in the field of pokegirls in the world.
Others might be better in their specialty, but all deferred to Professor
Stroak in their turn. He'd found that out in the Orange Islands.

"Instinct is stronger in a pokegirl than in a normal human, and one of those
instincts is to submit to a pack leader. In most cases, this will be the
Tamer. In some cases, the Alpha pokegirl. Pokegirls take the strength of the
leader and make it their own."

"I don't get it," mumbled Ash, glancing back at where Misty continued to
float.

"Misty happens to like you," said the Professor without going into detail
that Ash would also likely not get. Yet, at least. "Even if she was still
completely human she'd likely be your friend and associate with you."

"Then why does she yell at me, or call me names, or..." Ash's eyes went wide
as he considered something.

"Because she *likes* you," said the Professor, putting a little extra stress
on the word. "As for the transformation. It's obvious that she is going to
make it to Selkie. However, she had made a secret arrangement with me that
if she had shown signs of turning into a Magickunt that she wouldn't wake
up. Fortunately that isn't the case."

Ash winced. "...misty, you idiot..."

Professor Stroak noticed Misty smile in her sleep and checked a monitor.
"Misty didn't care for being a Tomboy," continued the Professor. "It looks
like she'll be turning into a Selkie...

"Yeah, I could tell. She'll be happy about that at least. She's always going
on about Water types."

"Oh dear, it looks like when Misty awakens she's not going to remember much.
Similar condition to the shock that temporarily follows an evolution."
Professor Stroak studied one screen briefly. "The condition comes about
because the pokegirl brain is reconfigured and has to deal with all the
various bodywide changes. Complicated thought and memory interferes with
that, so they revert to a simpler state until they can adapt. With this sort
of change, it may take some time before Misty can regain most of her
memories."

"Oh?" Ash let out a deep breath. He still blamed himself for Misty's
condition to some extent, despite what Misty herself said about the matter.
If he hadn't intervened, Misty might have been able to turn the tables on
that Titacool.

"Hmmm," Professor Stroak hit a switch. The door clanged shut and something
like static began running in the background. "Ash, what I am to say here is
not to go anywhere else or be repeated. Ever."

"Huh?"

The Professor breifly considered telling Ash the Truth. No, Ash still hadn't
recovered from all the concussions he'd gotten growing up. The Truth? Ash
couldn't handle the Truth.

Pity.

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Jim flipped the pokeball up in one hand a few times, curiosity warring with
some little instinct that said he was better off not knowing. Well, just in
case. "Sakura Vixxen, Perfume, stand ready." Donna, his Domina, was not
exactly useful and he was planning on trading her off in the near future.
Someone who would be happier with the girl sounded like a plan for quite a
few to be happier.

Especially as Donna kept trying to dominate Sakura and Perfume. Naga and
Sakura were also Feralborn, but caused less problems. Naga being basically
lazy, and Sakura being basically friendly.

Still, in any sort of combat, he needed a better roster than one Fire, one
Fighting, and one Poison. He couldn't count on the Domina at all. Which was
why he wanted to find out what this new acquisition looked like.

*SHOOM!*

"What-where?!"

Jim pursed his lips, she looked like a human girl of about sixteen. Of
course, that was impossible, just coming out of a pokeball meant that this
was a pokegirl. She looked a little dazed and confused.

[Analyzing Pokegirl type. Please wait.]

The girl's eyes finally seemed to focus and she looked over Perfume and
Sakura briefly.

Perfume was wearing her "banner dress" - a traditional piece of clothing
from the Nichieju Preserve. Sakura was wearing a pair of blue shorts and a
halter top that was practically sprayed on. In other words, perfectly normal
attire (when he could convince Sakura to wear anything at all).

"You? You're a Tamer," the girl asked, still seeming to stagger slightly on
her feet.

[Working. Genetic type in flux. Recommend immediate Taming to stabilize.]

Sakura decided to break the silence following that statement from Jim's
pokedex. "Is that a boy? If she, she not have any breasts. Very sad."

Akane glared and growled at Sakura, fists clenching and a vein beginning to
throb in her forehead.

Jim consulted his pokedex again. [Akane, originally of the Tendo Ranch.]
"What the heck's an Akane?"

"Whatever is, is scrawny. Maybe we get Bloom to use Busting Out attack,
increase breast size. Buttsprout to increase size of ass? She need figure."
Vixxen decided to take a friendly approach. With a figure like that, stringy
hair, no makeup, clenching her teeth and all, obviously the pokegirl needed
some help. "Vixxen get with Perfume. We help pokegirl improve appearance!"

Jim doubted it but didn't want to say anything. This was the most coherent
conversation he'd ever gotten out of Vixxen (whose usual level of coherence
was more like "You Jim, Me Vixxen" followed by physical demonstrations of
affection.) He didn't want to discourage this trend of Vixxen's to get more
oral. Errr, to speak more.

"You... She... ERRRRRrRRRRR!" The pokegirl started forward in a run,
chambering and preparing an attack.

Jim assessed her martial arts level as at least around his own level, and
possibly higher. This could be tough.

Perfume was a blur of motion, grabbing the girl's shoulders as she brought
her legs up. As the "Akane" began to fall forward, Perfume rolled and kicked
out with both legs, holding those shoulders for a moment after kicking out.

Jim winced. He'd seen Perfume leaping up to the roof of a two story
building, carrying him, with those legs. The result was predictable and
painful for Jim to watch. Poor thing was probably just confused and in pain
from that genetic instability, but he could hardly fault his pokegirls for
wanting to protect him.

"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Jim used one hand to shade his eyes from the morning sun as he watched the
dot rising up into the sky. Then used that hand to cover his eyes. "I can't
look."

"Well, how about *that*?" Perfume sounded startled. "Never had *that* happen
before."

Jim looked again. Perfume was ready to follow up the move, he'd seen it done
before once. Target goes up, target comes down, and Perfume meets the target
on the way down with something she called the "Rising Dragon Uppercut."
Target gets hurt. She never pulled that move on someone that *might* have a
clue what she was doing, since it would be easy to defeat and leave her
vulnerable for a few moments.

"You're right, I've never seen Harpies swarm. Much less get into a mid-air
fight over something they perceive as prey." Jim sighed. "Vixxen, Perfume.
Pack camp. Keep the First Aid supplies on top. I'll call Tony and see if he
got that supply of evolution stones in."

"REALLY?!" Vixxen was happy about the possibility of evolving to Foxx.

"Yeah. Besides, it might stabilize that pokegirl." Jim shook his head.
Frankly, he thought this particular pokegirl might be more trouble than she
was worth.

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Nabiki clicked a few buttons, then leaned back in her chair with a glass of
iced tea. "Computer. Display current list of pokegirls for Tamer Ranma
Saotome. Give me the skills from most recent testing."

[Voiceprint match. Nabiki Tendo - Alpha (primary) of Ranma Saotome
(outworlder)]
[#1 Nabiki Tendo. Alpha. Cheshire. Gambling 2, Streetwise 3, Stealth 4.
Psychic talents of invisibility and teleport.]
[#2 Kasumi Tendo. Alpha (backup). Griffon. Cooking 5, Domestic 4. Psi-healer
2. Full capabilties as Griffon have not been mapped.]
[#3 Shampoo Nichieju. Amazonchan. Cooking 3, Survival 2, Driver 2.]
[#4 Usagi Bunny. Bunny. Talents Minimal. Psychic tests have rated her
negatively, but psychic scans have determined she has an extremely high
potential.]
[#5 Rei Korino. Icemaiden. Repair 3, Driver 2, Survival 3.]

"REI?!" Nabiki blinked then smiled again. "Oh yeah, there are definite uses
for Rei. Hmmm. Computer. Display elemental types."

[#1 = Normal, #2 = Flying/Wind, #3 = Fighting, #4 = Normal, #5 = Ice]

"So we're set if we go up against normal types, but against Fire we'd be
toast. Not too good against Electric or Dragon types either." Nabiki
considered the nearby Gyms. "So, what we need are some different types.
Alternatively, we find a way to access those hidden powers of my sister and
Usagi. Hmmm." Besides, there were opportunities for money to be made here.
Ranma had no clue as to manage money, which meant that he needed Nabiki.

The knowledge that her Master needed her Nabiki feel all warm and fuzzy.
(Not that she wasn't literally warm and fuzzy normally.)

"So... either we need to win more pokegirls like we did from Ikari, or we
catch them in the wild, but Ranma *needs* to do well."

"Are you speaking for your own needs, or for your Master's needs," came a
soft voice.

Nabiki's ears flicked. An Ingenue. "Mary Anne, isn't it?"

The pokegirl wearing an outfit that was reminiscent of Kasumi's
housedress/apron combinations. She nodded and waited for Nabiki's answer.

"Look, Ranma sees us as friends, as people. Do you have any idea how
*dangerous* that is for him?" Nabiki actually snarled briefly before
realizing what she was doing. She took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Actually, Maryanne has a pretty good idea," said the aproned pokegirl,
placing a tray with another glass of tea on the table. "Teaming Ash and
Ranma up may simply be making a bigger target."

"Perhaps," Nabiki reluctantly allowed. "Of course, they're not exactly
helpless with the spread of pokegirls they've got between them."

"Perhaps, but there are enough Tamers whose pack could still rip through
your packs with ease. Not to mention Trauma Team."

"That's why we need to get some different types," acknowledged Nabiki.
"Hmmm. Maybe Makoto. She's an electric type, though we could also use a
Ghost type like a Succubus or a Psychic type like a Gypsy."

Maryanne sighed, remembering her time long ago on an island. She wondered,
not for the first time, how things might have gone different if the Skipper
hadn't been such "pals" with his "little buddy." She and Ginger might not
have ended up with the Professor. "Such is fate," she said cryptically to
Nabiki as she left.

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Giovanni sat in his chair, looking over the monitors thoughtfully.

"Sirrrr," a Purrsian interrupted gently. "Tarou is here."

The head of the Viridick Gym nodded.

A tough though young looking fellow entered a moment later and nodded to his
boss. "Just got back from meeting with one of your little teams. Buncha
wimps. Why are you after this Saotome guy, anyway?"

"Symbols are a kind of power too, Tarou."

Tarou snorted.

"Why do you think I have allowed those incompetents Jessie and James to
continue their efforts going after Ash Sextome's Peekabu and his Tomboy?"

Tarou had thought about this actually, and tried the explanation he had come
up with. "Cause it's safer having those bumblers as far away from you as you
can manage? Or do you find them screwing up even simple stuff to be
amusing?"

"Neither, actually," responded Giovanni. "Observe."

Tarou watched a set of displays and test scores on Ash Sextome appear on a
screen. "Level 69 Tamer, yadaa-yadaa. Normal stuff. Hmmm. What about it."

"While his strength and dexterity are perfectly normal, and his endurance
merely acceptable. Look at these three ratings. His Recovery rate is greater
than even that Hibiki boy, though his durability is far less, tested at a
30."

Tarou inclined his head. "Okay, so the twerp recovers from exhaustion fast."

"It is *these* two ratings that concern me," Giovanni said, causing two
scores to become highlighted on the screen.

Tarou peered at the ratings. "That can't be right."

"You're reading it correctly. His Empathy rating is off the chart." Giovanni
frowned at the screen. "Combined with Personality Type, it means that he
should be too soft and weak to amount to anything as a Tamer. Instead he
consistantly wins pokebattles and has apparently gotten his pokegirls to
follow him around without disciplining them."

"So you're having those two try to steal them so you can do a little
experimentation and interrogation, find out what this boy's secret is?"
Tarou could see that. He certainly knew that compassion and trustworthiness
were hardly in Giovanni's vocabulary.

"That *was* the plan, though it was handy having those idiots screw up as
much as they did. It made tracking Sextome's movements easy." Giovanni now
brought up another profile. "This is what is available on this 'Ranma
Saotome' - note that he's caused two pokegirls of a common type to undergo
evolutions to rarer types almost immediately."

Tarou nodded, eyes narrowed. "So what you want done, other than sending
another team after the pokegirls?"

Giovanni closed the screens. "Symbols, as I have said, are powerful. The
status quo serves my interests well, but that status quo is threatened.
Sextome is a minor thorn in my side, most people who meet him attribute his
successes purely to luck. With Sextome and Saotome's philosophies
reinforcing each other, the threat is greater. So simply, we have the
project to grant you enhanced power, and we have the Tireisian Project
almost complete. When it is complete, you will capture Ash Sextome, he will
be transformed to a pokegirl, and after suitable Taming will relinquish any
secrets he might possess. Likewise this interdimensional interloper,
Saotome. He will serve my interests one way, or he will serve them in
another manner."

Tarou shrugged. He didn't care. He was tougher than any of these sheep, and
the promised genetic enhancements that would allow him to keep his
masculinity but give him the power level of a Legendary level pokegirl. Raw
power, that was his goal. Let Giovanni be the puppet master, or the spider
working from behind the scenes. Tarou was into the immediate gratification
kind of power. Of course, this was why he got along with Giovanni. Different
goals, different methods to get there, but as long as it profitted him,
Tarou would work with Giovanni.

Giovanni studied another screen. Tarou was useful, and if genetically
enhanced would be even more useful. Trusted? Only as far as their interests
coincided.

--------

The Buggy Woods surrounded Professor Stroak's lab in all but one direction.
Thick woods with streaks of lighter vegetation and a few natural clearings.
If one discounted the dangers of being in an area with lots of Bug type
pokegirls, it was a perfect place to hide and keep an eye on the research
facility.

"How could you let them get away with that? And DON'T think for a moment
that I didn't hear you trying to get rid of me, baka-Shinji!" Asuka was
almost literally glowing from anger. The German Domina was well and truly
upset. "I think it's time for a whipping!"

Shinji's hand began inching towards the recall button on a certain pokeball.

"DON'T EVEN TRY," Asuka warned, red leather clad fingers making a creaking
noise as she clenched her fist.

Shinji winced. "No, I suppose not."

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

Shinji winced some more, looking at *anything* besides his Domina. "Whatever
you say, Mistress." ~Why did I have to get a Domina? Couldn't I have gotten
something cute and fluffy? No. *I* have to be stuck with a transfer student
with a leather fetish and who just *has* to call all the shots. Maybe I can
challenge Team Rocket and accidently lose her.~

"You need to learn better discipline, Shinji Ikari. I am, of course, just
the person to... WHAT THE POKEHELL?! AAAAAA!"

Shinji blinked, that wasn't how Asuka's speeches usually went. He turned
around, looking for the redhead. "Asuka? Asuka?! Asuka!"

Slowly, Shinji reached down and picked up a discarded whip. ~Asuka's
favorite whip? She never goes anywhere without it... That means...~

"rrrrrrrrRAAAAAAARRrrrrrrr"

Shinji blinked some more. That was *not* Asuka the Domina, level 9 pokegirl.
He would recognize Asuka's growl, and the one he had just heard was
considerably lower and sounded much more vicious. What was it? Why was he
suddenly in shadow? Why did he *not* want to turn around?

Shinji swallowed nervously and slowly turned around. "AAAAAAAA!"

-------

Professor Stroak watched the videos from the various rooms, sipping on a
tea, and wondering when he could get ahold of a Milktit. It would make
things easier around here, besides, he was a breast man.

*BING BING BONG BONG!*

The Professor looked over the bank of displays, trying to remember what
*that* light meant. He didn't think he'd ever seen it come up before, and it
had been quite a few years since he'd put together the system.

[Sonic Fence has failed in sector 4.]

Frowning thoughtfully, the Professor brought up a video feed of that section
of fence. Normally the only visible part of the fence was a wooden
rail-style fence. Which currently looked like so much kindling. A couple
more clicks zoomed out the video.

The tea cup hit the floor and shattered.

"Oh goodness gracious me," said the Professor.

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__Training Room #2:__
"Selkie selkie!" Misty at this point couldn't remember her name, her past,
or much of anything. She *did* however know that this boy was her Tamer and
she was finally going to get some. Her memories would return later, after
she'd adapted to the extreme change, but right now instinct was infinitely
more important. Those instincts were stating the need for a quick mating.

__Training Room #4:__
Having just found himself the proud new owner of a Bunnygirl, Ranma found
that the practitioner of Klutz-Fu was quite friendly and talkative, though
the actual content of her rapid chatter seemed to consist of little
substance at all. He was debating a quick use of the Taming room versus
getting an early start on the journey.

__Video Library A:___

Soun Tendo was watching a fascinating travel documentary dealing with the
Johto region, in particular a place known as the Forest Of Lost Soles.

Professor Stroak's voice came over speakers in all three rooms, in fact -
all over his compound. "Would all visitors and combat able pokegirls please
respond to the front door. We have... a visitor."

----------

Jim stared as the short haired "Akane" altered, even as she groaned.

His Vixxen and Amazon-chan stood back to back nearby. Any threat would be
dealt with quickly and decisively. Though the pile of badly beaten, burned,
and battered Harpi wouldn't be getting up too terribly soon.

Nor was Jim going to bother with trying to capture and tame a Harpi. As
Poison/Flying types, they had some useful abilities, but were poor recruits.
They smelled badly, were filthy for the most part, vicious and prone to
cannibilism among other habits. Much more trouble than they were worth. If a
Harpi were raised among humans, it could be almost presentable, but the
Feralborn could stink all the way outside their pokeballs.

As the girl's eyes began to focus, Jim clicked open his pokedex to confirm
what he was seeing.

[Genetic matrix stabilizing. Humanbreed, current matrix shows roughly 1/4
human genetic material. Reading.]

The "Akane" and Jim waited for a few seconds as the pokedex scanned.

[Milktit, the cowgirl. This pokegirl produces extremely nutritious milk that
can triple the healing rate of injured pokegirls. Her diet is strictly
vegetarian, but she can digest almost any vegetable matter. Milktit's
breasts swell over the course of the day with milk, requiring frequent
milking in order to not be immobilized by the size of her breasts.]

Jim's gaze involuntarily dipped to the huge breasts apparently already
swollen. At least this explained the Harpi attack, Jim realized. They would
have been drawn to the scent of milk. Jim's gaze went back up to the
pokegirl's face as she sniffled.

[Recommend immediate Taming in order to completely stabilize genetic
material. Recommend milking within next hour before pain levels increase.]

Jim sighed and threw a pokeball. Instantly the still-mostly-human-looking
pokegirl turned to red light and was sucked inside. There wasn't much of a
struggle, which Jim suspected meant that the pokegirl was still in shock.
After she was released there might be. "Sakura, Perfume, we're returning to
camp, and I think you two should handle the Taming duties."

Perfume shrugged but Vixxen grinned. It sounded like fun to her.

---------

Ranma got to the front door, saw the giant robot, and could only say one
thing. "Man, whoever designed that had *no* taste."

Ash knew more about it. "Let's see. Tacky giant robot shaped like a Spidera.
Big red "R" on the chestplate. Gee, I wonder who it could be. Maybe... Team
Rocket?"

"Ohohohoho," came a laugh that started within the vehicle. A lift brought
two Tamers up to the snout of the robot. "To protect the world from
devastation,"

"To spite the people within our nation," added the second.

"To tame the pokegirls with S&M Love."

"To smite our enemies by the stars above!"

"Haruka!" "Michiru!"

"Team Rocket striking with the speed of light!"

"Surrender now or it's you we'll smite!"

Ash sighed and shrugged at Ranma. "It's just another variant of the same
thing. Butch and Cassidy, Miyamoto and Musashi, Jessie and James, Gary (no,
not your nephew, Professor) and his crew. They just repackage the same thing
and use the same tired approaches and the same attacks."

"Ah," said the boy, named Haruka apparently. "This time it's different!
You're not facing the lame Jesse or the overconfident Butch. So surrender
your pokegirls and we won't utterly crush and humiliate you."

"Just humiliate you a little bit," agreed Michiru.

"So, will you do the smart thing and take our gracious offer?" Haruka
finished.

"Nobody's ever accussed me of doing the smart thing," admitted Ash.
"Peekabu, Misty, GO!" *SHOOM!*

"Peeka?!" "Selkie!"

Ranma smirked. Giant robot? He'd rather pound the two sentai-wanna-be
himself, but this looked like one of those pokebattle things. He started
searching his pockets. "Uhm..."

Nabiki handed Ranma a group of pokeballs.

Ranma nodded. "Oh yeah. Thanks. Uhm. Nabiki, Kasumi, Shampoo, Usagi!"

"Oh my!" "Are you sure about this, Ranma?" "Aiyaa, that one ugly looking
robot." "Waaaahhh! I just wanna get Tamed!"

Haruka posed dramatically. "So be it, you have brought this on yourselves."

*FADE!* Nabiki smirked and abruptly vanished.

-------

Ordinarily Jim would have considered it a duty to be the one to tame a new
Pokegirl, especially one whose genetic pattern was in this much need of
stabilization, but there was something about this particular Pokegirl that
troubled him greatly, other than the fact that he felt little personal
attraction to her, which was always very important to any good taming.

High empathy being a requirement of his profession, he naturally had elected
to turn the task over two his two most devoted Pokegirls, Sakura and
Perfume, who were more than ably qualified for this assignment. Although
most Pokegirls were, by necessity, Heterosexual in orientation, the vast
majority held some latent Bisexual impulses that were also a necessity for
Pokegirls in the wild, the ones who tended to go "Feral" without a master.
Left to their own wild Pokegirls would tame just about anything, including
one another, while the domestic variety used taming as a means of
establishing close ties with other Pokegirls, as well as establishing
dominance and a stable Pecking order. Very few Pokegirls, if asked, would
utterly refuse to tame another Pokegirl who was in need of a good taming,
and in most cases that refusal was due to personal chemistry or preference.
The rare Pokegirl who had no same-sex inclinations would consider the task
too demeaning and lack the empathy needed to perform a decent service.

Perfume, on the other hand, had a strong Empathy and Bisexual rating, and
she was a very dutiful Alpha who would perform whatever service he asked of
her, especially if he *asked* her nicely (with a promise to "make it up to
her" later). In general she only preferred to take other Pokegirls with whom
she felt a bonding and she was not so indescriminate that she would have
been able to bond with just anyone whom she encountered. Even when there was
little empathy to the act itself, Perfume was still a highly trained and
accomplished Amazonchan, and they---being a tribally oriented breed of
Pokegirls---were used to regular same-sex taming, especially with their
strong need for dominance and heirarchy. In this case she sensed the need of
a fellow Pokegirl and regarded her function as essential to this "Akane's"
welfare.

Sakura, on the other hand, was fairly indescriminate and omnivorous when it
came to sexual matters. Being an almost-Feral (or recovering from an earlier
Feral state) Vyxxen, she even had a bit of the cannibal about her, absorbing
energy from other Pokegirls being a part of her predatory nature. When she
sensed a strong need for a taming it was like waving red meat in front of
her eyes and it hardly even mattered if the Pokegirl whom she wanted to tame
was a friend or a total stranger, she still went at it with as much gusto as
she did when Jim was doing the taming.

That being said, his two main Pokegirls were going at it with this
Akane-chan while Jim sat back and enjoyed the show (or as much as he was
able since he felt an odd indifference to the Pokegirl whom they were
currently taming) while monitoring the vital signs of this Akane on his
Pokedex indicator. Akane's genetic pattern was still in flux and needed to
be stabilized, hense the duty his two Pokegirls were performing for his
benefit. Akane having metamorphed into a Milktit, there was quite naturally
a lot of "Mouth-to-Breast" activity involved here with both Pokegirls taking
turns at the "trough" while Akane moaned profusely, in
much too disoriented and excited a state to even think of refusing their
advances.

All three Pokegirls were as naked as the day they were individually hatched
and all three started out standing up in a kind of living all-girl sandwich.
Sakura was being unusually aggressive (well, unusual even for her, anyway)
as she licked, kissed, stroked and fondled Akane from one side while Perfume
was more methodical and relaxed in her tongue-and-finger action on Akane's
other flank. Between them both they had the Neo-Pokegirl responding like
putty in their hands, eyes shut tight as Akane absorbed the intense
pleasuring of the animalistic Sakura and more refined Amazonchan Lovemaking
Techniques.

In fact, whatever protests or personal reservations Akane might have
evidenced before on the subject of taming seemed to evaporate swiftly under
the persuasive assault of her two ravishing tormentors. Jim felt a growing
excitement as he studied Sakura's taut, lithe body and Perfume's extremely
limber form writhing together with a well-fortuned Akane caught up in the
press between their bodies, mouths, fingers and tongue doing their magic to
both the Milktit's nervous system and Jim's own stiffening manhood. When
either Sakura or Perfume took one of Akane's enlarged breasts in hand and
started suckling her it made Jim's own mouth begin to water, and before too
long he began to feel as though he could overcome his aloofness in order to
join in and perform his function in the taming.

But for now he indulged his Pokegirls, letting them have their fun with the
new girl, giving Akane every reason to submit to their attention, especially
when Sakura dropped to her knees and heeded the "call of the wild," pressing
tongue and lips up to the groin of the other Pokegirl, eliciting from Akane
the most intense pleasuring imaginable, the more so as Perfume was now free
to fondle both breasts at once, alternating tongue-flicks against either
nipple. Jim could see the trail of milk spurt into the face of his Alpha
whenever Perfume was slow to switch nipples, but in time she had a real
rhythm going down as Akane's groans, screams and moans gradually went up in
pitch, intensity and volume.

This only became more acute as Sakura really got into the act of tonguing
Akane, shooting that long, quivering taste-organ of lust deep up into
Akane's vulva before swirling around in search of both nerve endings a
love-nector, in both cases finding what she wanted within seconds. Jim saw
Akane's body stiffen and knew that she had climaxed standing up, saw her sag
a bit as her knees began to weaken, only to be stabilized by an ever-alert
Perfume, who was not about to allow their mutual charge to pass out this
early in her taming. Jim knew that he would have little trouble now
servicing this Pokegirl as the sight of his own favorites was enough to put
wood into the lap of the dead, but still the cautious Tamer that he was
caused him to turn part of his focus back to his scanner, checking his
Pokedex to see if the treatment so far was having the effect that he
desired. By now Akane ought to be stable enough to take him in for the rest
of her initial Taming session, and he had to be honest enough with himself
to admit that he was dying for a taste of cream after listening to Perfume's
intense groans of approval. Moreover, he knew that the cream of a Milktit
would have a stimulating hormonal effect on his other Pokegirls, and that
Perfume and Sakura (at least for the next few days) would be metabolizing
cream of their own, which of course meant that they would have to be
relieved on a regular basis. Jim had absolutely no reluctance to sample
either Perfume or Sakura's tits, and just the thought of this was enough to
make his mouth begin to water...

But then he saw something on his scanner that put even his lust temporarily
on hold. He had to check the readings twice to be sure of what he was
seeing, then gasped in dismay, unable to fully comprehend what he was
seeing.

Akane's signs, contrary to all expectations, were most definitely NOT
stabilizing! If anything they were going into even more rapid flux than
ever. Her metabolic readings were intensifying with each and every climax,
and somehow the treatment of the other two Pokegirls were having a kind of
catalytic effect, speeding up instead of slowing down the process of her
evolution. Akane was preparing to evolve into yet another new form, and this
one seemed even more intensive than with the last one.

"Oh my," Jim murmured, turning to see that Akane was indeed beginning to
glow in the hands and mouth of Perfume and Sakura, and even as he watched he
could sense the change come over the former Tomboy, causing her to transform
steadily into an even more evolved state than a Milktit. Not a Jigglyslut,
that was for sure, but definitely NOT the flat-chested and underdeveloped
almost-androgynous body that she'd had before, even though she was still not
particularly tall for the breed into which she was evolving.

"OH MY!" Jim exclaimed again as his eyes grew wide, realizing that it was
too late to recall his Pokegirls, and that he could only hope that they
would be resiliant enough to handle the matter when their mutual "victim"
changed into...

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"Misty, Water Gun!"

Misty hopped over to the side. Those with Elemental Affinity could discharge
torrents of that element. Some preferred to breathe a jet, some pokegirls
preferred to discharge twin streams from their breasts, it didn't really
matter. Some, like Misty herself, preferred to use their hands as the
discharge point. It was easier to point and one didn't have as much trouble
breathing.

Misty sent the stream from her left hand. Unfortunately it didn't seem to
have much effect on the giant robot.

"Peekaboo, Thunder attack the same point that Misty's attacked! Misty, cease
fire!"

"Peeka," responded Ash's Peekaboo, throwing her electrical attack at the
designated point.

"Hahahaha!" This apparently amused the two inside the giant robot spider.
"We read the reports from earlier attempts on your pokegirls and installed a
shockproof outer coating!"

"He looks shocked himself," said the other member of Team Rocket. "How about
we wrap this up?"

"Uhm, Kasumi..." Ranma was unclear what to say.

"Try 'Combat Form' then 'Fury Swipes'," suggested Professor Stroak, sipping
a new cup of tea. They'd either win or they'd lose. He was going to remain
calm and dignified as long as he could. It was an image thing.

"'Combat form'?!" Ranma repeated. "And err 'Fury Swipes'?!"

Kasumi hissed and dropped to all fours, her arms and legs changing shape
slightly. With a roar she leapt forward.

"HUH?! She just, I mean..."

Professor Stroak nodded. He had cameras to record the details. "As I
thought, Griffon is a metamorph. Limiting shapeshifting abilities linked to
a personality shift. All her aggressive and violent tendencies come out with
her shift to this different mode. When I saw her running on all fours
earlier, I thought this might be the case."

"Bad pussy! Stop being such a cut up!" One of the voices in the spider
sounded aggravated.

"Shampoo," said Ranma upon realizing Kasumi couldn't do it alone, "use that
chi attack on the legs on the right. Usagi, uhm, do whatever you can on the
left."

Shampoo began an attack.

"But spiders are ICKY," protested Usagi.

Professor Stroak made a note that Usagi needed to be disciplined better.

A leg swung out unexpectedly and slammed into Shampoo with enough force to
toss her into a wall. A spray of webbing fouled Kasumi's wings a moment
later.

"Hahaha, this Spidara robot has all the extras. Just what we need to take
your pokegirls. And now to take care of you three Tamers..." A section of
the robot's undercarriage popped open to reveal a missile. "Sayonara,
Tamers."

Usagi's eyes bugged on seeing a missile pointing right at her. Considering
that she was hiding behind Ranma at this point made this a particular
problem. "But I haven't even been Tamed yet..."

Ranma went through his options quickly. Usagi didn't appear to have anything
useful. Kasumi was trying to get webbing off her wings and just getting more
tied up. Shampoo was unconscious. Nabiki had vanished. He himself might be
able to leap and dodge and avoid that missile, but not with Ash and the
Professor's house would be totalled.

Nabiki popped into place on the webbing dispenser tube and jammed a large
cork into the opening. Then she saw the missile about to be launched and
froze in indecision. Her talents were sneakery oriented. Stopping a missile
as large as her leg that had "High Explosive" written on the side in stencil
was not among her talents.

Ash grinned. "Peekaboo, Misty, dual attack the missile!"

Electrically charged water slammed into the missile as it began its flight.

The explosion was enough to cover most of the front yard.

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NEXT: Who survives?
Ranma and Ash begin their Training Journey, and Professor Stroak begins
rebuilding.
What of Shinji and Asuka?
What of the fate of Akane?

You can cast your vote via e-mail to metroanime@mindspring.com <mailto:metroanime@mindspring.com>
though Ranma & Ash definitely begin their journey (being in one place
means all the idiots would be able to find them easily) and Professor Stroak
needs to rebuild.
 

SELKIE, the seal pokegirl
TYPE: Near human animorph
ELEMENT: Water
FREQUENCY: Uncommon
DIET: Mainly seafood.
ROLE: Commonly used for assisting fishermen, locating schools. Also found in
aquariums.
LIBIDO: Low (High in certain seasons)
STRONG VS: Fire
WEAK VS: Electric
ATTACKS: Water Gun, Scratch, Tackle, Head Butt
ENHANCEMENTS: lung capacity, elemental affinity: water, enhanced elasticity
and flexibility, subcutaneous insulation layer, and enhanced sense of smell.
EVOLVES: Boobgong
Selkie, the seal pokegirl, is more comfortable in freezing temperatures
and has trouble with hot summer temperatures. She's one of the best
swimmers that are not confined to the water, though she does experience some
problems walking for long periods due to her feet being more designed for
climbing and swimming. Selkie have an innate rivalry with Eelara.

EELARA, the Eel Pokegirl (aka Shagmire or QuagQueen)
TYPE: Animorph
ELEMENT: Water
FREQUENCY: Rare
DIET: Herbivore, prefers soft tubers and marshgrass
ROLE: Very rarely domesticated. Most common use is in watershed maintenence.
LIBIDO: Low
STRONG VS: Fire
WEAK VS: Electric, Psychic, Ghost, Magic
ATTACKS: Water Gun, Tail Slap, Wrap, Bubbles
ENHANCEMENTS: Amphibious, though clumsy on land. Subcutaneous blubber layer.
Elemental affinity: Water. Extremely high elacticity and flexibility. Poor
eyesight, partially compensated for by sense of smell. Highly slick skin.
EVOLVES: Unknown
Eelara are not popular choices among pokegirls. Where most Water types
are slightly pudgy, Eelara are thickly built. Whereas most pokegirls look
mostly human with some animal traits, Eelara belongs to the group with Naga
and Merrowl that look like animals with some human features. Most Eelara are
found in the wild, where they use natural abilities to purify the water they
make their home in.

MILKTIT, the cowgirl
TYPE: Animorph, Semihuman
ELEMENT: Normal
FREQUENCY: Uncommon (Johto) to Rare
DIET: Herbivore, can digest almost any plant material
ROLE: milk producer
LIBIDO: High
STRONG VS: None
WEAK VS: Fire
ATTACKS: Rollout, Warm Milk, Busting Out, Cream, Butter Up
ENHANCEMENTS: High elastin levels, skin recovers quickly, slight animalistic
features. Breasts can produce up to 45 gallons per day of milk, internal
glands can alter the milk to a soporific, a sedative, a hormonally affecting
drug, or a hypnotic.
This pokegirl produces extremely nutritious milk that can triple the
healing rate of injured pokegirls. Her diet is strictly vegetarian, but she
can digest almost any vegetable matter. Milktit's breasts swell over the
course of the day with milk, requiring frequent milking in order to not be
immobilized by the size of her breasts.]

D&D 3rd edition of pokegirls? by The Apprentice

Blood Gifted:
Not quite a seperate race, these are male decendants of Pokegirls that have
Gifts due to the strength of their bloodline. It isn't unknow for Blood
Gifts to "jump" generations. There are no Blood Gifted females, as they
become Pokegirls instead.
Cost: Treat the Creature/Level Rating of someone with a Blood Gift as one
level (+1) higher than it actually is.
Favored Class. At the first level, Blood Gifted individuals must choose
which character class will be their favored class.
Gifts: Choose one of the following. Once chosen the Blood Gift cannot be
changed.
___Gifted: +3 to Ability Scores. This can be spread out between 3 (+1 each)
or 2 (+2 to one, and +1 to the the other) Ability scores, or can be
concentrated into just one score. An example of this is Tatewaki Kuno, who
obviously placed all three points into Constitution. This choice is made at
the first level, and cannot be changed afterwards.
___Limited Resistance. This Blood Gift offers limited resistance (5 points)
to three forms of damage. Examples include fire, cold, water, acid, and
poison. These are chosen at the first level, and cannot be changed
afterwards.
___Skill Bonus. This Blood Gift grants two skills at the first level. With
these skills, they have a +2 racial bonus to checks. The skills cannot be
changed, once chosen.
___Fast Healing. These Blood Gifted recover, and heal, more quickly than
others do. They regain 1 hit point for every two rounds.
___Wild Talent. These Blood Gifted have a single psionic talent, as well as
enough power points to use that talent three times.
___Extra Feat. These Blood Gifted have an innate knack for a particular
feat.
___Weirdness Magnet. Part curse and part blessing. The strange and unusual
is drawn to these Blood Gifted.

FEATS:

High Empathy [General]
You have a higher than average empathy rating, due to a desperate need for
friends or a psi talent.
Prerequisite: Charisma 12+
Benefit: Ability to Bond pokegirls, causing a psychic link. Bonded pokegirls
cannot be traded, stolen, or lost - the psychic connection will continue to
keep the pokegirl linked to her master. Severing this link requires a
massive psychic shock or the death of either the master or the pokegirl.

Bonded [General]
You have formed a Bond with one of your pokegirls.
Prerequisite: High Empathy
Benefit: a Bonded pokegirl cannot be lost or stolen for long, the two will
always know where to find the other. Other than sense of direction and
distance, one will always be able to sense the other's mood and whether or
not the pokegirl is in a pokeball. Bonded pokegirls are sometimes called
Bondgirls.
This can be used against the pair, as torturing one will cause great
emotional pain to the other, something that Trauma Team has discovered in
the past.
A Bondgirl has a +6 to Will checks against other Masters or attempts to
psychically subvert her will in a manner that would be specifically against
her Bonded Master's wishes. Her Morale is +2, +4 if her Master is actively
cheering her on. See further details under Pokegirl.

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Pokegirl:
The results of a mad scientist/wizard who wanted to rule the world while
being served by a large number of women who'd do ~anything~ for him,
Pokegirls could be compared to the wish-granting genie in a bottle; they
generally have powers and abilities beyond what mortals do, but their
freedoms are highly restricted - even before you consider that most humans
don't view them as sentient equals.

Notes
This is a template that is added to other creatures. As such, abilities vary
between different types of Pokegirls, as well as due to individual strengths
and weaknesses within the members of a particular type of Pokegirl.

Cost: Treat the Creature/Level Rating of a Pokegirl as two levels (+2)
higher than it actually is.
Favored Class: At the first level, Pokegirls must choose which character
class will be their favored class. Feral-born Pokegirls have certain
restrictions on this choice, which will be mentioned below.
Slave Mentality: Pokegirls make any Will saves versus their master without
any bonuses that may come with race, class, or feat. In fact, they have a -2
penalty to such saves. A Bonded master makes this a -4 penalty, but the
Master must make a Will throw to give a pokegirl he's Bonded to orders that
she's distinctly opposed to. DC of the Bonded Master's Will save depends on
how opposed the pokegirl is to the command.
Addict: Pokegirls need physical stimulation from another sentient (human,
fellow Pokegirl, etc....) - self-stimulation will not suffice (there is a
psychic component) - at least once per week. Without this stimulation, the
Pokegirl temporarily looses 1 point of Intelligence for every week without
such stimulation. If they recieve stimulation, they start to regain their
lost Intelligence points at a rate of 1 point per week where they recieved
stimulation. When a Pokegirl's Intelligence reaches 6, they have gone Feral.
They do not gain the advantages of being Feral-born, but do gain the
disadvantages. Generally, only someone who has taken one of the Pokegirl
Prestige Classes (such as Trainer) can help a Feral Pokegirl regain her lost
Intelligence Points.

Gifts -
Bonding. Well-treated Pokegirls can form an Empathic Bond (similar to that
of a Familiar) with their master/owner, if that individual has the High
Empathy feat.
Humanoid. All Pokegirls have humanoid forms, to greater or lesser degrees.
Fertility. Pokegirls can reproduce through two means. The first is through
parthenogenesis - many of the current breeds came from a single ancestor.
This can be stimulated by a particular season, certain foods, or a Brooding
Chamber (found at many Breeding Centers or Ranches.)
Alternatively (and preferred by nine out of ten pokegirls) is mating with a
human male. If the children of a Pokegirl/human union are male, they may (25
percent chance is reported and the conventional wisdom, actual figures are
closer to 45 percent) be Blood Gifted. If female, all look mainly human
until reaching their fourteenth year. At that time, each year from fourteen
to twenty has a 10% chance of the girl beginning to manifest signs of
transformation to a pokegirl. In the past, this usually died out without a
full transformation and less than 30% of all female children became
pokegirls. Within the past twenty years, this has increased and nearly all
(78%) who manifest symptoms will transform into pokegirls. There are odd
sports and hybrids, but most (70%) of these transformees will be of the
mother's pokegirl type.
AC: +4
Saves: +4 to all saves except Will saves.
SR: 5 + Character Level
PR: 5 + Character Level
+2 to two Ability Scores.
+4 bonuses to checks for two skills. +8 bonuses to checks with two other
skills.
Problems Healing: healing a pokegirl requires the use of either a potion,
a machine which can be found in Pokecenters, or a pokegirl with a healing
talent. There are reports of an evolution healing the pokegirl, but this has
not been verified.
Evolution: Through certain procedures and processes (varying from type to
type), Pokegirls can increase their powers and abilities by evolving their
form.
___Feral-Born:
A Pokegirl that is born in "the wild" gains a few advantages, and quite a
few disadvantages; unless they are Tamed.
They gain +4 to Strength, Constitution and Dexterity.
However, their Intelligence is 6 (no higher!), and they can only advance in
the following classes: Barbarian, Druid, Ranger, and/or Sorcerer.
No literacy and no language skills. The feralborn is reduced to saying her
name or making animalistic sounds. A Feralborn normally is less clever than
instinctual, and is restricted in her Feat/Skill selection to the most basic
and natural talents. After being trained and taught by a Master (most would
not bother) a Feralborn can pick up rudimentary speech and a few simple
skills.

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