Wild Horses & Pokegirls
Chapter 11: Megami

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

WARNING: NC-17. At least. There are elements which will disturb me and i'm
writing this, for crying out loud.

DISCLAIMER: Various elements from this come from Greyman and a few other
erotic (or at least NC-17) Addventure writers on the web, Nintendo,
R.Takahashi/Viz, and other writers. This story was born of frustration that
on that addventure there was an idea but all it was was a boinkfest when it
could be fleshed out and become something more. Hence the "pokegirls"
setting to differentiate it from the "pokewomon" setting, sort of an
illegitimate daughter of the other.

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

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Usagi clutched her lucky amulet in one hand hard enough that her palm bled.
This was rather more than she had expected.

She'd held to the assertion that there really wasn't as much to all this
Taming stuff as some pokegirls made out. It looked sweaty and kinda
disgusting and might be something you needed but you also needed to bathe
regularly and *that* wasn't a big deal. Usagi would just handle it when the
time came.

She had been born a pokegirl, of a litter of six identical pokegirls. Her
litter-mates had all gone on to other places to be raised with other
pokegirls. She had become friends with a number of other pokegirls, notably
Ami and Lita. Due to an old comic book, it wasn't that uncommon an
arrangement.

She was *half* human, but all that meant was that she wasn't one of those
who would grow up in two years to adulthood and then die of old age around
her fifteenth birthday or something. This was the usual fate of Feral
pokegirls, unless they got eaten or broke a leg or something and starved to
death.

Half human meant some problems. She was still a pokegirl so she didn't have
to worry about Threshold, she was already past that problem. She was a Bunny
so when she was younger she fantasized about being the personal pet of some
handsome rich guy who would come and sweep her off to his mansion. Bunnies
were, after all, one of the primary choices for pet pokegirls.

That this dream-hunk wore a tuxedo, had a long flowing cape, and roses
filled the borders was no doubt due to the aforementioned old comic book.

As she had gotten older, Usagi had determined that rich and handsome hunks
with their own mansions were not going to be riding up on white horses.
Fairly well off presentable guys driving a fairly new car were briefly the
fantasy of choice. Then she'd beheld Ataru Moroboshi not too long ago.

Ick-ee. The drooling, moronic, lecherous fellow (whose Oni confided that his
libido was quite high, but there was an inverse proportion there with his
sexual endurance, leading to the nickname of "One-Two Ataru") was everything
she did *not* want in a Tamer.

So Ranma wasn't perfect, but the world wasn't perfect after all. If it *had*
been, then Ami and Lita and a bunch of new friends could have come along as
well. And frankly, Usagi didn't trust Nabiki at all. You heard what Cheshire
were like.

So Usagi handled this with her usual bubbly optimism, perky enthusiasm, and
complete lack of attention to detail. Also clumsiness. She needed a Taming
to be accepted in the harem, but was a little nervous. Would she evolve?
Would she go through Shock and end up just making animal noises for a few
weeks?

There was also several different sources of nervousness here. You couldn't
avoid *some* knowledge of the Taming process from living on a Ranch. However
some of it was downright scary to a young Bunny growing up. And some of what
she'd seen were things like Taming Shock, Personality Inversion, Tamer
Dependence, and physical injuries (both to pokegirl and Tamer) of all sorts.

Usagi's hand spasmed on her one possession, a moonstone pendant that she'd
found years ago and her daddy had let her keep. Two stones, one of which was
a moonstone. It had brought her luck so far, and maybe it would bring her
luck now.

Now she just wanted this ride to be over! She felt the forces building up
within her, reaching a crescendo but felt as if there was just a little
further she had to go. Just a little more.

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Ranma had been very reluctant to use restraints. It wasn't like he was in
any physical danger from the Bunny. Unfortunately her powerful leg muscles
tended to bounce her completely out of the bed and that had gotten tiring
very very quickly.

So there were restraint harnesses that could be used. The
strength-restraining set for Shampoo would have left Usagi helplessly spread
eagle. A set of harnesses designed for a feline type with claws worked
better, Ranma had merely needed to bind Usagi's legs so that her feet were
resting against her buttocks to keep her from accidently exiting the tent
again.

Usagi whimpered as Ranma began work. Ash had made a suggesting using a
substance similar to Alka-Seltzer in what seemed like an odd method, but
which apparently worked very very well on his own Alpha if not used too
often.

Ranma had to fight his own urge to gag after stimulating Usagi to wetness,
then crushing a segment of one of the tablets, mixing it with water,
swirling it in his own mouth, then using his mouth and tongue to apply the
fizzing substance to the sensitive folds of Usagi's sex.

The straps were made of thick brass-reinforced leather. Usagi's thrashing
and squirming couldn't break through, especially with her current lack of
leverage.

As for Usagi's hands, they didn't really need to be bound. Ranma had
problems with the entire idea of tying someone down and restricting their
movement, so he had taken a minimal approach. Bunnies didn't have claws the
way the various felines did, nor did they have the fangs and jaws of some of
the other types, nor stingers or similar problems that needed to be
addressed.

One of Usagi's hands clawed at nothing in particular, while the other held
onto her amulet with such force that a thin trail of blood could be seen
oozing from within that clenched fist.

Ranma was engrossed in these activities as a sort of martial arts match, or
at least a competition. Each girl reacted to slightly different stimuli,
though a lot of things were in common despite the species. For example:
Usagi's nipples were *extremely* sensitive. The fizzing in her lower lips
was causing her eyes to roll, back to arch, and she was spasming frequently.

Another surprise was that apparently Usagi was a talker. Or at least a
babbler. Her words were disjointed and seemed to be random firings of
something within her brain. She kept coming back to words like "yes" and
"please" and various entreaties to the kami but then would go on about
cherries or chocolate or laundry or something to do with makeup.

Another spasm, and a gushing noise. Well, *this* was different.

Ranma noticed that Usagi was at the pleading portion again and her eyes
(well the right one anyway) was focussed on him. Time to finish it. Or her.
Whatever. Ranma positioned the head of his little soldier at the breach,
then began the final attack, not incidently pushing further in more of the
still fizzing fluid that hadn't washed out.

Each thrust was punctuated by Usagi letting out a small eeking noise. Now
her eyes were closed though it was difficult to tell from the way her head
was whipping around.

Yeah, now this part was similar to the way it went with Kasumi and Nabiki
and Shampoo. The way their muscles cramped and trembled. The way they
shrieked and spasmed. The way that glow built up around her clenched hand
and spread throughout her body.

Huh?

Oh man, not again!

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"So you're another Tamer who wants to speak to Ranma? Man, he's getting
really popular." Ash shook his head as he helped the Tamer set up his tent.
Then he stopped as a thought occurred to him. "Uhm, do you want the Ranma
who was born here or the one that's the new arrival?"

The Tamer stopped working on pulling loops over tent pegs. "That's a good
question. My business is with the native I suppose. Is this bit about there
being one from another world for real then?"

"Yup. Guy doesn't know a lot of stuff. A speeder-bike passed us on the trail
today and you should have seen the way his jaw dropped. Don't think he's
ever seen a hoverjet before."

"Hmmmm," said the Tamer, before unslinging a bit spatula-like tool and
slamming the peg expertly into the ground. "Don't understand that. So the
native's here too?"

Ash reached into a pocket, inflated a pokeball and flipped it up into the
air. "Yup. She's right here."

"*She*?!" The Tamer staggered.

"Don't understand much about it myself," answered Ash. "The Professor said
that Ranma and his dad went to someplace called Jusenkyo."

"They didn't. The Toxic Spell Dump? Were they idiots?!" The Tamer seemed to
think for a moment. "Actually I could see that Dad of his doing it."

"So they went to this place and got turned into pokegirls. Ranma's a
Tigress, his dad's a Snorlass." Ash frowned a little. "Or I should say 'our'
dad's a Snorlass since according to the Professor I'm Ranma's brother."

"I didn't know Ranchan had a brother..."

Ash noted the strange look and pet name and wondered just how close
Ranma-native had been to his friend. Some guys were like that. They had sex
with pokegirls but insisted that love was between guys. If native-Ranma was
like that, it would explain a few things. It would also mean that reuniting
the two was the only solution that made everyone happy. "So you want to see
the native Ranma?"

Ukyo considered carefully. "Yeah. I wanna see this mysel... WHAT THE HECK?
What's all that light coming from that tent?"

"Looks like not-the-native brother is evolving one of his pokegirls again."
Ash shook his head. "I gotta find out how he's doing that, though I won't
evolve a pokegirl unless she wants to evolve." He tossed a sphere to Ukyo.
Maybe this was for the best.

Ukyo Kuonji took the sphere and stared at it, the mysteries of this other
Ranma and his impressive record of evolution-through-orgasm falling to the
side for now.

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The two Alphas looked out at the night. Misty stretched and then seemed
fascinated by the thin webbing between her fingers.

"So are you *bonded* to your Tamer?" Nabiki asked the seal-pokegirl. The way
she said the term left little doubt that she wasn't referring to the typical
misuse of 'bonding'.

"Ash? Yeah. All the Tamers out there and I get Mister Clueless." Misty
shrugged and began using Water Gun from one finger to zap mosquitos.

"Yeah, got to love 'em." Nabiki sat back and watched the Water type miss
more often than not. It was easy to see she was using the opportunity to
work on her aim, anticipating the day she'd need to use it in battle again.
"But it's kinda neat being able to feel their presence and something of what
they're thinking."

Misty smiled and shot a moth out of the air. "He's getting me a collar."

"No!" Nabiki looked properly envious for a moment before she covered it.
"Oh, well, that's nice."

"Took him forever to afford it. And a ident-chip," added Misty slyly.

Nabiki pouted briefly. Getting Ranma to do this might be difficult but
Nabiki thought she might be able to cajole him. "It's not a big deal."

"With all the thieves around?" Misty snorted. "Oh yes, it is a *big* deal.
My 'collar' is a manacle, and it has the very latest anti-capture
technology."

Nabiki scratched at her own neck, which had no adornment of any kind and
suddenly felt naked. And not in a good way. "It's no big deal."

Misty wasn't fooled. "Did you hear about that catgirl singing group? Their
Master got them collars and when Team Rocket tried to crash a concert of
theirs and capture them, the anti-capture circuits worked."

"'Mineko & The Pussycats'?" Nabiki didn't particularly care for their music,
but they *were* Kittens and feline types - so she certainly felt a certain
connection and pride at their accomplishments in a human-dominated market.

"That was them. Heard they've got ident-chips too," Misty said with a
certain degree of envy.

"Their Master would be nuts *not* to," said Nabiki with a *lot* of envy. In
terms that Ranma might understand, a collar was much like an engagement ring
in terms of an indication of a permanent commitment between Tamer and
pokegirl. Lots of pet pokegirls had collars. Few Tamers did because changing
the paperwork was a major problem. The next step in that progression was an
ident-chip, implanted in the pokegirl's neck. The equivelant of a human
marriage, it meant that no transfer would ever be possible without surgical
removal of the chip. Otherwise the ident-chip would still carry the name and
identifying data of the original owner. "As much time training and marketing
them as he's done, it'd be a major screwup not to do everything he could to
protect them."

Misty just smirked and continued to shoot bugs that wandered too close,
while Nabiki wondered how to broach the subject to Ranma.

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Usagi flared as the energies of her lucky pendant were consumed and fueled
her transformation.

Not into Moonbunny as she'd thought. Those were simply Bunnies with some
Psychic talents.

Ears shrank and placed themselves in the usual human positioning. Her tail
was absorbed into her body as well. Human proportions reasserted themselves
subtly all over.

Usagi shrieked loud enough that had any glass been present - it would have
shattered. Her slightly pudgy fingers became slender, the hands smaller and
daintier. Likewise the feet altered from the huge feet of a Bunny to become
smaller human-shaped feet.

There were internal changes too of course, from her teeth to her excretory
system. From the internal bracing of her musculoskeletal structure to the
firings within her grey matter.

Ranma watched from a slight distance. He'd seen this before but was
wondering *what* Usagi was becoming. Then he thought to find his pokedex and
point it.

Usagi's hair lengthened and lengthened again, and her small firm breasts
trembled and increased visibly in size. The glow began vanishing, eventually
leaving behind odd crescent-moon shapes on her forehead and under the corner
of both eyes.

:Megami - The Psychic/Magic Pokegirl. Individual Megami have individual
powers so it is difficult to tell in advance what the capibilities of any
given one is.

Usagi looked down, then looked up. "Whoa." (THUD!)

Ranma shrugged and returned the unconscious Usagi to her pokeball.
Unfortunately he was still raring to go. Now what to do.

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Ukyo had the sphere in her hand.

What did she want?

Revenge? To force the two to do what had been promised? To do some serious
damage to the both of them in a pointless but cathartic battle?

What had she accomplished in her quest for vengeance? She was now, due to
her abilities as a Ditto, a Tamer. If you knew where to go, and could pay,
identification could be forged. She could change any part of her body to
resemble another pokegirl, and thereby duplicate attacks or defenses at
will, providing she had been able to copy them to memory. She was also able
to copy male anatomy. Which Ukyo felt was icky, but it *was* necessary.

"Almost ten years ago, Genma and my father decided that I would be Ranma's
Alpha. We got along so well back then. Then they abandoned me, kicked me to
the curb." Ukyo wasn't aware she was speaking aloud, or that Ash was
listening. She was entirely caught up in her thoughts. "I found out that
Genma had done this before. Made promises to Breeders and other Tamers and
some Researchers. Kaori, Miki, Sasqi, Rena, Latifa, Sakura, Hinoko. He's
done this for decades, selling off his son for food or sake or whatever else
he needed, then stolen him back and the two have gone off again."

Ash surreptiously checked his pokedex.
:Ditto, the shapechanging pokegirl.

"Ten years on a vengeance quest. Now what do I do? The kami have already
punished Ranma by turning him into a pokegirl. Unlike me he can't be a
Tamer, they'd never let a Tigress through. Now what? I..." Ukyo stopped.

Ash smiled. He generally trusted his instincts more than rational thought.
Not just because being a runt had gotten him multiple blows to the head, but
because he was generally more successful following hunches and instinct than
trying to plan ahead. Here was proof that his instincts (and desire to get
rid of his brother while making sure the Tamer who got him wasn't going to
be abusive) were good again. "There's an obvious solution."

"What?" Ukyo continued to turn over the concept but hadn't foreseen this as
a real possibility.

"Take Ranma as your Alpha," suggested Ash. "He, no- she, isn't into guys.
Having his old buddy as a Tamer, especially as you're actually female, has
to be better than having some strange guy screw her brains out."

Ukyo blinked repeatedly, slowly beginning to smile. Not the solution she'd
planned, but it *did*  have a certain ironic appeal. She could get her
revenge *and* be re-united with her Ranchan.

Ash considered offering Ukyo the Snorlass as well, but decided to refrain
from now.

Leaving the two to get re-acquainted, Ash wondered about dealing with *that*
angle. His mother had been quite clear on the lack of sterling qualities of
his father over the years. She had raised Ash to be as different from his
father as possible, and Ash had repeatedly heard over the years about "damn
fool things only Genma would do." Well, *he* certainly wasn't going to be
the Tamer, but he had to find someone who could take a Snorlass and wouldn't
be *too* bad. Genma *was* his father apparently.

Maybe at this festival.

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His name was Persona. He wasn't a Tamer per se. Like his fellow student Ryo,
he was simply someone who had a couple of pokegirls and was trying to learn
more about their care and feeding.

Which was why he had gone to the Tendo Dojo, as a famous Breeder would be
likely to have all sorts of information. When the smouldering wreck had
turned out to be the Dojo, he had turned to his second choice - Professor
Stroak. Though the Professor was too busy to answer e-mail, maybe the famous
Researcher had a FAQ or couple of books he could recommend.

Persona Ohnlyne, a college student whose major was computer science, had
gotten one pokegirl in a contest held at Whatsamatta U and another as the
result of an unlikely series of events involving an Officer Jenny, two rolls
of toilet paper, a downed power line, some duct tape, and some guy who'd
been robbing a hardware store.

So, at present he had two very different pokegirls with very different
backgrounds.

His winning in the dorm contest was a cute little Eva named Lynn. She was
domesticated, and had a number of skills related to cleaning and cooking.
She was friendly and cheerful and had an intelligence level and disposition
of a grade schooler. You couldn't fault her for trying, but she wasn't used
to thinking for herself.

The former thief accomplice was an Amachop named Amachop. Persona was still
trying to come up with a better name for her. Like all Amachop she was short
and gray-skinned and weighed a huge amount for such a slender pokegirl.
Persona remembered from the history books that Amachop (and their evolved
forms Amachoke and Amachamp) were largely bulletproof. Also incredibly
strong and having a distressingly low pleasure threshold.

They were also both very young. Neither had the need for Tamings they would
in about a year, as both were just past puberty.

Persona's musings were cut short as a tree fell across the path. "What the
?!" He was aware of Lynn hiding behind him and Amachop settling into a
defensive posture of some kind.

A figure walked out of the deepening gloom from where the tree's base still
pointed up. "Ranma Saotome?"

"No, don't know any Ranma Saotome," said Persona.

The figure cracked his knuckles. "Well, too bad. Now I have to kill you.
Nothing personal."

Persona felt a cold shiver at the matter-of-fact way this guy said that. As
if saying what time of day it was. "You're with Team Trauma?"

"Nah, you don't need to know any more though." Tarou smiled coldly as he
continued to walk towards his target. Two pokegirls, one of whom looked
ready to bolt at any moment. One who had at least some fighting training.
Not enough, not nearly enough. At least more of a challenge than those two
he'd just finished in the woods.

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Ryouga was happy. Well, relatively happy.

One of his favorite cousins had just traded him a Vixxen for that Pidgy. And
a really cute Vixxen to boot.

He could use a Vixxen more than the Pidgy, since the Vixxen was old enough
to Tame. Once Tamed, the Vixxen would be more likely to be able to find him
if they got seperated due to the Vixxen's keen sense of smell.

Ryouga had taken the dazed and horny Vixxen, tamed her thoroughly, and found
a nice collar and leash for her.

Though he had a problem relating to his ability to get lost ridiculously
easy, Ryouga had one more even more embarassing problem. The closer to human
a pokegirl looked, the more nervous and flustered he got. He had an Ingenue
named Akari, but he'd left her in stasis at home (she wouldn't age or go
Feral that way) because she was *way* too close to human for him to do
anything with her.

The pokegirl had been briefly upset with him, for some odd reason, but had
calmed down eventually. Weird. All she could say were animal yelps, but he'd
gotten from Jim that her name was Akane Tendo and she'd gone through some
nasty sort of genetic shock effect. Oh well.

"Come on, Akane, we've got to get to... oh my gosh."

Akane sulked. Bad enough she was now a furry Fire type, but now she was a
Tamed pokegirl. And her Tamer was an idiot. Worse, her hormones were all in
a froth and she was going through mood swings that would require a
seismograph to fully chart. Eyes caught a glimpse of what her Tamer had seen
and she stumbled to a halt. "Eeee?"

Ryouga quickly crossed to the first one and checked for a pulse. "He's
alive. Damn. Someone broke both his legs, smashed his glasses, and tried to
stick a training potty up his butt."

"Vixxen vi vixxen vixxen vix," agreed Akane. (And almost succeeded from the
look of it. Darn. That looks like it'll hurt.)

"This guy's pretty bad too. Not as bad as the longhair," said Ryouga.

"Vix." (Dang it, I wish I could talk!) Akane glared around the clearing,
wishing someone would show up so that she could have a nice cathartic fight.
Preferably not with the nice young man who'd helped her with that *ahem*
pressing problem.

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"It's clear," said Haruka as she checked the tunnel. "Are you okay?"

Michiru nodded, still huddled and curled in on herself. "Just the shakes.
Oh. Well I guess it wasn't *just* the shakes."

Haruka had to look very close to see what her Michiru was talking about.
Even then it took a few moments and Michiru repeatedly blinking her eyes for
Haruka to see.

(Blink blink)

"A second eyelid," Haruka said, knowing exactly what that transparent shine
meant. "Uhm..."

"Not a Psi-Dyke at least," Michiru said in a voice nearly devoid of emotion.
"So I won't be hating men and biting the heads off rodents or anything."

Haruka checked her own teeth with her tongue so that she could be inobvious
about it. She would be *far* more likely to go that route herself if all the
figurative blood on her hands was any indication. No preponderance of sharp
edges so she was safe for the moment at least.

Michiru got up fluidly, trying to focus and not let the horror of the
situation get to her. "By now they've discovered we're missing and are
searching for us."

Haruka was naked, weaponless, and had no idea where she was. Those hunting
for her and Michiru would be better armed, better supplied, and Haruka knew
she had as much chance against Tarou or even most of the more competent
agents in her current state as a tribble does against an industrial
tree-shredder. If they caught up to her: none, nada, zilch. She knew it.
Michiru knew it.

Haruka smiled at her lover and slapped a fist into the palm of the other
hand. Then she said it. One of the most terrifying phrases known to man. (It
was also the sort of phrase pokegirls dreaded to hear.) "Don't worry. I know
what I'm doing."

--------

Persona realized he was alive.

This made the headache a lot more bearable. "Where?"

Lynn's face popped up into his field of vision. "Drag you here. Bad man go
away. Lynn get you away so bad man no find."

The comp-sci student nodded thoughtfully. Eva were one of the breeds
credited with resisting during Lao's campaign even when threatened with
personality dissolution. Hence being on the list of "pet" types: they had
proven their mettle under the worst duress. "How did you beat him?"

Lynn mumbled something that Persona couldn't quite make out.

"What was that?" He wondered if maybe there was some secret he didn't know
about Lynn.

Lynn mumbled a little louder, turning away partly and blushing through her
fur.

Persona made it out. She'd been very scared and had pissed herself while the
human had been trying to crush the life out of her. The "bad man" had run
off to go wash off the "insult". Lynn had then dragged him and Amachop a
short distance to hide. "Well, whatever works," he allowed.

Lynn nodded, obviously relieved that her Master wasn't going to make a big
deal out of it.

Persona didn't know much about the odd boy. He did know that "Bad Man"
wanted to find someone named Ranma Saotome. He also knew that he himself
wanted to put a stick into that boy's eye.

Simple enough. He'd try to find this Ranma Saotome himself and give warning
about Mister Attitude.

"Hey, Lynn, Eva have really good senses of smell, don't they?"

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SNORLASS, the obese lazy glutton pokegirl
TYPE: Not Very Near Human.
ELEMENT: Normal
FREQUENCY: Uncommon
DIET: Omnivore. If it fits in the mouth, it's pretty much considered food.
ROLE: Generally not used. Far too lazy and the food bills are way too high
to make this gourmand a likely choice among Tamers or as a pet. Sometimes
found in circus acts.
LIBIDO: Normal
STRONG VS: None
WEAK VS: Rock
ATTACKS: Sleep, Body Slam, Trample, Panda Sign
EVOLVES: None
ENHANCEMENTS: Stores fat all over its body, increased mass (some have been
recorded at over 2000 lbs), ability to hibernate, extremely efficient
digestive process
Snorlass was one of the pokegirls to appear 100 years *after* Sukebe's War.
Snorlass was at first heralded as a powerful pokegirl, after all - she has a
considerable amount of mass and strength. Then the feeding habits, bills,
and tendency to hibernate for several months at a time became known.
Suddenly nobody wanted a Snorlass. They can still be found in circuses and
the occasional zoo.

ELF, the mystic woodsgirl
TYPE: Very Near Human
ELEMENT: Plant/Magic
FREQUENCY: Uncommon
DIET: Omnivore, tend to lean towards vegetarian diet
ROLE: Groundskeepers, gardeners, farmhands. Elves tend to make poor laborers
but excel when working with plants. Crop yields are 120% when Elves are
used. However they make poor pets in an urban or polluted setting.
LIBIDO: Normal* Can be higher when emotionally attached to their Tamer.
STRONG VS: Plant, Water, Psychic, Rock
WEAK VS: Ghost, Metal, Poison
SPECIAL WEAKNESS: Domination attacks cause Elves to physically sicken and
are not recommended.
ATTACKS: Leap, Command Plants, Sleep, Mystic Bolt, Shield
EVOLVES: Grandelf*, Elfqueen*, High Elf (normal)
ENHANCEMENTS: Longevity, Elemental Affinity: Wood, Magical Affinity,
Nightvision, Flawed Constitution, Reduced Feral.
   Elves are more commonly found in areas distant from civilization: they
tend to sicken and may die if forced to spend time in a fairly polluted
area. They are often used as farm labor. Elves are one of the pokegirl
species that have an odd Feral state in which they become more prone to a
form of torpor/hibernation instead. They usually combat this by working
farms or travelling in groups.

WITCH, the magic abuser
TYPE: Very Near Human
ELEMENT: Magic
FREQUENCY: Uncommon to rare
DIET: Human style diet
ROLE: Magic wielders that are attuned to a particular sort of magic. Witches
are low power but can usually be counted on to have minor tricks that they
can use in day-to-day affairs.
LIBIDO: Low initially
STRONG VS: Ghost, Fighting
WEAK VS: Psychic, Magic, Water, Fire
SPECIAL WEAKNESS: Ticklish
ATTACKS: Mystic Bolt, Shield, Witches' Curse (causes odd and unpredictable
minor effect)
EVOLVES: Sorceress (normal), Enchantress (moonstone), Elementist (any
elemental stone will produce an elementist of that type)
ENHANCEMENTS: Magical Affinity
  Witches are often one of the meaner-tempered pokegirls available. They can
be more vengeful than a Minx, more jealous than a Tigress, and more
hot-tempered than a Tomboy. On the other hand, when they evolve their
attitude can undergo a dramatic transformation for the better.

AMACHOP, the tough pokegirl
TYPE: Humanoid
ELEMENT: Fighting
FREQUENCY: Uncommon to Rare
DIET: Human style
ROLE: Physical labor, particularly in construction
LIBIDO: Often more interested in testing her strength.
STRONG VS: Normal, Ice, Rock
WEAK VS: Poison, Flying, Bug
SPECIAL WEAKNESS: Can't swim
ATTACKS: Body Slam, Toss, Crushing Punch
EVOLVES: Amachoke, Amachamp
ENHANCEMENTS: high density, armored skin, super strength, reinforced
musculoskeletal structure
   Amachop are short (4'0") grey-skinned and tough. Despite their apparent
size and slender builds they eat as much as a larger pokegirl and weigh over
two hundred pounds. Their physical density is such that small arms fire
during Sukebe's War was ineffective against them.

PSI-DYKE, the man hater
TYPE: Humanoid
ELEMENT: Psychic
FREQUENCY: Rare
DIET: Carnivorous. Prefer raw freshly-killed meat.
ROLE: Mainly found in the company of female Tamers or in the wild. Due to
their inherent hostility towards males and their desire to be in control,
only strong-willed female Tamers are likely to have these in their roster.
LIBIDO: Exclusively lesbian, Moderately High
STRONG VS: Ghost, Magic
WEAK VS: Ice, Dark, Steel
ATTACKS: Mind Flay, Dysphoria, Confusion, Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, Hell
Claw
EVOLVES: None
ENHANCEMENTS: Nightvision, Skin has a special oil that allows for long
periods of immersion, strong psychic abilities, high pain tolerance,
functional claws.
   Psi-Dyke are a rare breed, especially in the wild. Their tendency is to
seperate things into that which can be mated with and that which is food.
Everything else is a concern only in how it can be used to get either more
things to mate with or more things to eat.
   Psi-Dyke hate males of any species. Their esper powers are considerable
and only the strongest willed of female Tamers has been known to keep in
control of a Psi-dyke. Psi-dyke have also been known to cause some dismay
due to their habit of swallowing live rodents whole, though some have
adopted a more civilized habit of biting the heads off before devouring
their meal.

Professor's Notes:___

LEAGUE PROFESSIONS: Within the professions sanctioned and supported by the
League there are four official professions, each with its own
responsibilities and

TAMERS: These equate to the soldiers and special response teams of Ranma's
homeworld. The profession was first begun by soldiers fighting Sukebe who
discovered that these bio-weapons could be enlisted in their own cause. Like
those ancient warriors, most Tamers utilize a team of six and wander from
Pokecenter to Pokecenter while they train their pokegirls and seek troubles
to shoot. Others base their activities around a single activity and work out
of a static location, though it is usually a Tamer who has attained Master
rank who will go this route. Tamers are considered the high-profile/high
glamour end of things, and usually are human males of ages from 16 to 24. At
the end of this time they either settle down to a normal job, switch to
becoming Watchers, or find some other career choice. As the old saying goes:
"Taming is a job for the young."

WATCHERS/RESEARCHERS: Watchers begin their career about the same time as
Tamers. Unlike Tamers, they usually have one or two pokegirls - at most
four. Watchers collect data and observation on pokegirls for the League and
for Researchers. When a Watcher feels he's ready, he takes a test and
delivers a thesis to the Research Bureau. If both are deemed sufficient, the
Watcher is given a lab or research posting to pursue their new career as a
Researcher.

BREEDERS: There are several advantages to those pokegirls raised by a
Breeder. Their human ancestry means they grow up at a human rate, developing
skills and personality that a wildborn cannot. While lacking the strength
and toughness of a pokegirl who grew up in the wild, their ability to
communicate and handle other tasks make them more versatile than a Feral.
Breeders are the most laxly monitored group, as they develop understandable
if otherwise unacceptable bonds with their charges. Some rely entirely on
Brooding Chambers, while others produce pokegirl children in less distant
fashion.

HAREM MASTERS: There are the Gym Leaders who are fully functioning members
of the League who operate a League-sanctioned Gym. There are the wandering
Masters who still seek to perfect their craft on some self-determined quest.
There are even Masters who hire out their pokegirls for more mundane tasks.

PET OWNERS: It was inevitable from the start that a cute pokegirl would find
her way into a human male heart, though it is usually frowned on. Some are
worked hard and shown little affection, others find a kind owner and have
been known to practically move mountains to please them. These are not
official League owners, and the League has in fact tried to limit their
spread over the years.

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