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Chapter 6
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Most only hope to keep their dignity. More than enough stories circle through the ranches, nurseries, and even the wilds themselves about what might await a pokégirl out there.
Nabiki herself had heard many of these stories. Being smarter than most pokégirls were ever allowed to be—especially for her type—she had been able to do something most of those pokégirls had never been able to do.
She found out which were true.
She also found out that many weren’t even close to the true horrors that really went on.
Needless to say, what never got reported would scare most pokégirls beyond sanity.
Which is why she counted herself among the lucky; simply because of who her tamer was.
She cuddled more into his side, enjoying the fact that the pokékits had chosen to have a “slumber party” that night, leaving her alone with Ranma.
It had been a great few months since the pigtailed dimension-hopping tamer had literally fallen into their lives. His arrival had saved her from insanity, given her back her life, and allowed her something very rare for this world.
Hope.
She arched her neck a bit, looking at his sleeping face. It seemed so weird that the face of one who had been a bane upon this world was the same face of one who was becoming its greatest hope.
Sure, they only had four students at the moment.
But those four could teach four or more, and so forth. Every revolution had to start small.
“You’re staring.”
She blinked, before noticing he was awake. “Sorry.”
“Something on your mind?”
Smiling, she scooted closer, delivering a passionate kiss. “Just counting myself very lucky to have you in my life.”
Ranma smiled, returning the cat girl’s kiss. Even he himself was counting his blessings. True, this world was nothing like he left behind.
Then again, this world was nothing like the one he left behind.
There, he had every other girl claiming him as theirs. He was attacked, abused, mistreated, threatened, and never had a moment of peace.
Here, those very same girls adored him, and had no problems with how he lived his life. His rivals were all in prison ... were in prison—somehow escaped and believed to be ‘balled’ by a Team Trauma HG team, and were probably now females themselves.
There, his Mother always held that sword over him, judging him.
Here, she supported him, helped him, tried to understand him.
“You’re thinking of your world, aren’t you?”
Blinking, he realized that he had fallen back into thinking again. “Yeah,” he muttered. He was still comparing the worlds, comparing the fact that his life was much better here than there.
And yet ... he knew that ... sooner or later ... he would have to go back.
Nabiki knew too, though she had yet to see if any of the other pokégirls knew it as well. In all likelihood, they merely believed that they would follow him wherever he went. He was their Master, their Tamer, their friend. Where he went, they all would surely follow.
But could they follow? “Don’t.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Nabiki. “We don’t know if this world even has the stuff to get you back to yours. Just live for the fact that you might not, and enjoy the fact that you are here now.”
“Maybe,” he said, settling into the bed a little more, his arm holding Nabiki closer.
Yeah, he had to not think about ever returning.
Because if he did, there would be no way in hell that he could explain this.
“Why did you let her name it?” asked Mana.
Asuka sighed. “We founded the club when it was her week. She exercised Alpha privilege. And she’s the only one who can undo it.”
Mayumi sighed. “Man, these rules need to be written down.” The Sup-Bra-Genius smiled, as she pulled out a laptop computer, and began typing away. A great idea to make a book. Hmm, maybe we could sell it as well? Rotating Alphas; the next big craze?
“Can we get on with this?” said Misato as she cast a glance out the window and onto the outer field, watching as Ranma began to coach the other males in Anything Goes Martial Arts. She had to admit that since Saotome had taken Shinji under his wing, the boy was actually starting to live for more than bare survival.
Nodding, Maya opened a small notebook. “As per our plan, Master Ikari has begun to throw himself into his studies here.”
“AHHHH!”
“Literally, I’m afraid,” said Misato, as Shinji was tossed ten meters across the ground.
“Anyway,” said Asuka, waving off her concerns, “we need to decide how to continue this.”
“Is it also necessary that we might need to alter things?” asked Rei.
“Not at the moment,” said Ritsuko. “As things stand, Ranma is making great progress drawing Master Ikari out of his shell. If anything, we should only make slight changes only when we have definite evidence that he is beginning to regress.”
The others nodded.
“Any other business?’ asked Maya.
“Yeah,” said Mana. “Can we change the club name?”
Maya’s response was to show Mana why you never questioned the club name.
Seeing it, Mayumi decided to add that unwritten law to the written book.
“Okay,” said Mitsune, as she, Naru, and Motoko entered the room with the other pokégirls, “Shinobu’s asleep.”
“Thank Kami-sama,” said Kanako. “It’s really sad when you have to drug your Alpha leader just to get the required rest.”
“Ara, but she just wants us perfect for Kei-kun,” said Mutsumi.
“She’s so much fun to be around!” cried Su.
Mitsune snorted. “You just say that because she has you cuddle with Keitaro every time she does.”
“Of course,” nodded the canine pokégirl.
“We don’t have time for this,” stated Motoko, as she drew her sword. “We must decide here and now how to deal with the kit. She has assumed control of the harem, and Kei-kun believes she can do no wrong.”
“Like hell,” mumbled Mitsune, remembering what Shinobu had done to her and gotten Keitaro to approve when they discovered the Kitsune had been drinking the Urashima’s private stock of saké.
She hadn’t been able to sit down for a week, and had been restricted to bare-minimum amounts of tamings for a month.
“Then who would we have replace her?” asked Mutsumi.
“Me,” stated Kanako. “Only I can make Onii-chan happy, and not let the power corrupt me.”
“Not a chance,” said Naru. “When you impersonated Shinobu, you were ten times worse than she ever was.”
“I was staying in character,” protested Kanako, but knowing her chances were getting very slim.
“Listen,” said Naru, “we all know most of us have been with him since the beginning, before we even knew what went on between boys and pokégirls. Agreed?”
The others nodded. Naru and Mutsumi had been with him since he was five, both girls having developed low level bonds to the young boy. It was easy for the parents of the girls to promise them to the Urashima clan.
Then came Kanako. The little Titto had developed a close attachment to the boy when her family had been killed in a Widow attack.
Soon, the others followed. Su came from another league, searching for a Tamer other than her cousin/brother, whom her sister Amalla was enthralled with.
Mitsune befriended Naru before both went though threshold, and signed on with Keitaro when she underwent threshold, finding something drawing her to the naïve tamer.
Motoko had been acquired as a birthday present for Keitaro when he turned eighteen, an expensive present, but none the less loved. Even Motoko had to admit that she was better appreciated than many from the Shinmei Nursery.
Then came little Shinobu, the demon from Hell. The girl was given to the Urashima clan for protection after her early and quick evolutions to her current high level They also suspected the girl had been taught how to “play” a Tamer, and thus was able to quickly become Alpha despite her pokékit status, by using the dreaded “Sad Puppy” technique.
“Listen,” said Mitsune, wanting things settled before Shinobu woke up and resumed “Punishment Day”; a day where she used every little mistake to practice her domination tactics. “We need to hurry up before she wakes up!”
“Too late.”
Paling, the girls slowly turned to face the door, revealing the leather-clad pokékit in question, her whip out.
“Shit,” they all said.
Shinobu smiled. “Five laps around the compound, NOW!” she said, snapping the whip for effect.
The girls grumbled as they ran out of the building and began the laps.
“You know,” huffed Mitsune, “if she evolves into a Killer Queen...”
“Right,” said Naru, “we kill her.”
“LESS TALKING!” yelled the little kit, “MORE RUNNING!”
Those except for the pokégirls of Urashima. They were currently running laps, being chased and occasionally whipped by a madly cackling pokékit.
Perhaps her rapid evolutions have maddened her a bit.
“Still looking at the boys?”
Turning slightly, Hild saw the form of her daughter standing beside her. “They do look oh so yummy.”
“And?” stated Urd.
Hild sighed. Really, one would think her own flesh and blood would have learned by now that her Mother wasn’t all about gaining power at the moment. “The threads of fate are strongest here, now.”
“Great,” muttered Urd, “more mystic bullshit.”
Hild giggled. “No, my child. These five groups will have key roles in deciding what becomes of our world.”
Urd looked down at the four practicing, trying not to stare too much at the sweaty and now shirtless Keiichi. “You certain about this?”
Hild nodded. “This group will figure prominently in the future of this world, and the lives of every soul here.”
As Hild started to walk off, Urd turned to her. “And if we all survive this big battle you see coming, what then? Will you still run out on me? On Keiichi?”
Hild stopped, staying silent for a bit. “I ... don’t know.”
With that, the Legendary Pokégirl vanished, leaving Urd to question how much her mother really knew, and exactly what she might be holding back.
“So,” said Washu, “what do you think of everything?”
Sasami sighed a bit. Unlike Washu, she didn’t have the full memories of the Goddess Pokegirl she had been cloned from. All she had were general feelings and intuition. “I like that Tenchi is getting stronger. But I’m worried he might get hurt again.”
“Myah?” asked the Cabbit pokégirl.
“Oh, sorry, Ryo-Ohki,” said Sasami. “I forgot you weren’t there.” She then proceeded to inform the pokékit about what had happened when Sextome had shown up.
“MYAH!” cried the Cabbit Pokékit, arms waving in furiousness as well as fear.
“Don’t worry, little one,” said Washu, placing her arm around the frantic pokékit. “Tenchi-kun is here to make certain that never happens again.”
Ryo-Ohki looked a little relieved, as the other pokékits soon began to join them in the field, as they began calisthenics.
“So,” said Sasami as they began to do warm up laps, “are you enjoying being with us all, Ryo-Ohki?”
The Cabbit nodded happily, before breaking down to wide gesturing with her hands, myah’ing all the time.
The other two pokékits could only smirk at the pure joy that seemed to flow off her.
Of course, they like all the others pokékits, came to a stop, seeing the Tamers jog by wearing weighted clothing.
Of course, the three pokékits were soon looking away in embarrassment as Tenchi ran by.
“Never ... complaining ... about steps ... again!” he huffed as he passed.
The three just shrugged, before continuing with their workout.
The reports were a fully detailed analysis on Usa, Chibi-Usa, and the battle with Nabiki.
Someone had spent a lot of time genetically manipulating the two. Usa had been right when she called herself the experiment and Chibi-Usa the control. Both pokégirls were the same age, while Usa was the only one who had been forced through threshold. What more, her abilities had been increased several orders of magnitudes. The downsides had been very few, other than her cut time as a kit.
This does explain a lot of her anger. At least Chibi-Usa can still enjoy her childhood. Usa doesn’t have that option. Man, that Mamoru asshole is mine if I ever find him.
But while the mystery of how a pokégirl had been able to last so long against one trained by Ranma was solved, two more took their place.
The first revolved around Usagi, who was genetically Usa and Chibi-Usa’s mother.
All the tests had shown that Usagi had neither had children, nor underwent any parthenogenesis to have kits; the latter being a last check due to the fact that had that occurred, the pokékits born of that would be copies of Usagi.
The Bunny Sultry Senshi was still trying to come to grips with the fact she was a mother. The situation was made worse by the fact that the genetic father was Mamoru Chiba.
Was this part of Chiba’s plan, part of the reason he had assembled the Senshi in the first place? To be honest, not even Dr. Mihoff could offer a possibility on this one to him.
It seemed so, because a check of all Senshi, including Usagi’s two daughters, revealed an unknown genetic anomaly within each of them. Despite the system’s best efforts, there had been no luck in decoding what information was locked in the anomalies.
And since neither girl knew what it could mean, it was decided to leave it be for now.
“Last thing I wanna do is make things worse,” he muttered.
“Are you okay, son?” asked Nodoka, coming out with a few pitchers of tea.
Ranma nodded. “Just a lot more on my plate than I figured.”
Nodding, she set the trays on the table, as she knelt down beside Ranma, before taking him in a hug. “You’ll be able to handle it, son. I have faith in you.”
Ranma smiled into the hug, enjoying the motherly feel of it. I wish I could have had these hugs growing up.
Hell, I wish I could have had them when I met her again, instead of that damned contract. “Thanks, Mother.”
Nodoka enjoyed the feelings as much as Ranma did, if not more. She had barely had any time with her son, but Ranma was always taking after his Father more than she would have wanted. The boy was easily swayed by Genma and his promises.
But this is what it’s supposed to be like; this is how a mother and son should be.
I wish ... I wish I could have had this with my son.
“You okay, Mom?” asked Ranma, hearing Nodoka begin to cry.
“Yes, son,” she said, tightening her hug, “I am now.”
“No clue,” said Mihoff. “But I had to pull a lot of strings to get her here. You do know what they normally do to a Panthress.”
“Yeah, same thing they do to Widows,” said Ranma, feeling sympathy for the black-cat pokégirl struggling to stand in the room. The two types were but a few of the ones that the UEG had listed as “kill on sight”, due to their random nature of attacking, as well as total disregard for the lives of others or their own. They were seen as little more than rabid animals.
That fact greatly upset Ranma. He knew it most likely wasn’t the girls’ faults that they had ended up evolving as they did. But they were seen only as out of control beasts.
Having seen what he could do under the Nekoken, he had to wonder what they might think of him.
“What I’m hoping is that the little gift you have to communicate and relate to cat-types can help her,” said Jacque, taking a sip of his coffee. “If it works, we might be able to set up a program to restore their personalities. Who knows, we might even discover another evolution that allows them to grow beyond this form.”
“Like how a Widow can become a Dryder?” asked Ranma.
Jacque nodded. “That is the plan,” he said. “And I’m hoping you’re the man for the job.”
Ranma winced. “You didn’t tell Nabiki or Usa yet, have you.”
Jacque looked at him with a smile. “Time to get started,” he said, pushing Ranma to the doorway into the room.
The pigtailed pokégirl tamer sighed. He just knew they weren’t going to like this.
“Would you please sit on the bed so I can take a look at those injuries?”
She turned quickly, slowly steadying herself as the quick movement had disoriented her. When she could focus again, she saw the male standing across from her, hands behind his back, looking at her with concern.
Ranma sighed as she just stared at him, her eyes showing how little she considered him trustworthy. “Listen, if you don’t get fixed up, you’ll pass out, and I’ll have to do it anyway. At least if you let me help you voluntarily, you can let me know if I miss anything.”
She continued to growl at him, warning him against even looking wrong at her. (“Like I’m going to trust you.”)
Ranma sighed. “Hey, I ain’t the one who hurt you, so cut me some slack. All I’m asking is that you trust me long enough to fix those wounds.”
(“Leave me alone, male!”) she yelled/growled, as she lashed out at him.
But to her surprise, not only did he catch her fist like it was a baby’s tap, but he began to start dressing her wounds. “Gees, just because one guy screwed you over, doesn’t mean we’re all evil. Okay, I mean, I’ve met a lot of them, but none of the guys here are evil.”
The Panthress could only stare at him. What sort of human could stop her attack? Considering the speed and power she was packing, that attack should have shattered every bone in his arm, as well as perhaps ripped it from the socket. (“How...how did you do that?”) she asked.
Ranma shrugged, cleaning the wounds with a painless disinfectant. “I’ve taken harder hits from my rivals. No offense, that hit is pretty good for cat-types; but I’ve taken harder from my old man during our spars.”
The Panthress could only blink in surprise, her earlier anger momentarily gone as the man cleaned her wounds, taking care not to inflict any pain, and asking her kindly to move this way or that in order to get better access to said wounds.
“I’m not telling the Alphas,” said Rosie, taking notes.
Jacque paled. “But you’re supposed to protect me!” he whined.
Rosie smirked. “I will ... I will after they finish with you for not telling them first. Then it’s Nurse Rosie to the rescue!”
Dr. Mihoff sighed. If there was one thing he feared worse than what the Cheshire and Dark Lady would do to him, it was his Alpha’s bedside manner.
Jacque looked at his arm, glad that the bandages had finally come off. Those two girls had not been happy. “She doesn’t attack him anymore. She also finally realized he can understand her, which is a big bonus.”
“But she still hasn’t told him her name,” said Nodoka, sighing a bit.
“A name is the most precious thing to a pokégirl,” said Kimiko. “For some, it is really all they have.”
“Very true,” said Jacque. “But he has made excellent progress with her. Even the Edo League Council has taken notice. If it works, then they’ll fund an extra research grant into possible rehabilitation for all Panthress pokégirls, instead of shoot-on-sight.”
Soun nodded. “True, but I can’t help but wonder when darkness will once again knock on our doorstep.”
“Best not to dwell too much on that, dear,” said Kimiko. “When Team Trauma comes, they will do so when they feel ready. The best we can do is make certain we are as prepared as possible.”
“Very true,” said Soun. “How are the girls handling the ... patient?”
“Well, since she isn’t getting a taming session until she is mentally ready for such a bond, they’re okay with it. And it hasn’t hurt his training of the other students as well,” said Nodoka. “But if the Council does approve, it probably would be best to hold off such a program until after the first class of his school is finished. We must be carefully not to place too much on him, less the stress make him fail.”
“Agreed,” said Jacque. “With the school, he is already being stretched to cover the needs of both the students and the pokégirls. We are setting him up to be a high example, which means there will be others wishing to ... dissuade ... such a role model.”
The others merely nodded in agreement.
“Someone has told Ranma not to spread himself too thin, right?”
No one responded to Kimiko’s question.
“Okay then, what about the curse?”
“HEY, QUIT THAT!” came a high-pitched voice.
“Never mind,” said Kimiko, as she saw a redhead dancing around the black blurs of a Panthress.
“It’s okay,” said Ranma, as she upended a tub of hot water over herself, resuming her male form. “I guess I should have warned you about that. I’ve just sorta got used to it and I forget how it can surprise someone.”
The Panthress nodded. She could understand how people could ... overreact ... to something; she herself having experienced it from the moment she evolved into a Panthress. To everyone else, she was a threat to all life just short of a Widow, and that was only because they received more public attention and took more to bring down.
But here was the first male she had ever met who honestly wanted nothing more than to help her. He didn’t pressure her for tamings, didn’t yell or beat her for not doing what he said, didn’t try and make her feel worthless...
And he hadn’t asked for anything ... other than what her name was; her real name, not the piece of fluff her former tamer wanted to call her. (“Would you like to know my name now?”) she asked.
“Nah,” said Ranma, much to her astonishment. “I want you to tell it to me because you feel like it, not because you feel like you owe me for something.”
She nodded, seeing some sense in that. (“Okay then, when I am ready.”)
Nodding in agreement, Ranma raised his hand to speak, before he was interrupted by his own master, the bottomless stomach. “Sorry,” he weakly replied.
The Panthress giggled at that, finding it funny that despite everything, he could still be so simple and yet so innocent at times.
Of course, her own giggles stopped when her own stomach voiced its need to feed as well.
Ranma chuckled a bit. “Come on, I’m sure Mom has something for us to eat.”
As they left the furo, they failed to notice two sets of eyes watching them.
“She had best not be after my position,” said Usa with a growl, dark power gathering around her fist.
Nabiki shook her head, knowing full well the new cat wasn’t after either Alpha’s job. Not that we should have two Alphas. But even she sympathized with the girl. After all, unlike Usa, she knew full-well what other tamers could be like, what they were ‘generally’ supposed to be, and how they were supposed to treat pokégirls. That didn’t even delve into the leagues most pokégirls referred to as members of the Abyss.
Once you went into those leagues, you never came out quite the same.
“Leave it be,” said Nabiki looking up towards the sky. “Right now, she’s seeking a positive connection to prove life is more than pain.”
“And if she wants to join the Harem?” asked Usa.
“Then she can have your times,” said Nabiki dismissively, before walking off.
Usa growled. “Like hell! She’s not a Senshi, that puts her on your team!”
And thus, a new discussion was started.
“We have spent the day observing them as ordered, Master,” said Kaori, an Espea. “The sheer amount of tamers and pokégirls makes caution and surprise our best weapons.”
Chardin nodded. “Very well, suggestions?” he asked, turning to his Alpha.
Madame St. Paul looked thoughtful, having been Chardin’s Alpha since the man first was old enough to tame her. “It will be difficult. But we do have several possible ways to neutralize the other factors. There is a training area that can be sealed off and flooded with either sleep or poison powder. As such, it would cut down on any obstacles we may have between us and the target.”
Chardin nodded. He was only supposed to deal with this Saotome, any others were just a happy additional snack. But he wasn’t as foolhardy as Sextome or the Terrible Trio had been.
They were rank amateurs, struggling to gain power and recognition as quickly as possible, rather than doing things smartly, slowly, and getting true power. After all, the head of Team Trauma was only known to a select few, and look at the power that man truly had.
As such, Chardin wanted to make certain that his mission was accomplished fully before moving on to ... side-dishes. “Very well, and I know just what to do.”
“Not a clue,” said Keitaro. “But some of his pokégirls are here as well. Maybe they know,” he said, motioning over to the Harem of their teacher.
“Maybe,” said Keiichi, “but where are his Alphas? They usually make certain the girls are all rounded up.”
Shinji was about to voice his own opinion, when he started to feel very tired.
“What ... what the Hell,” muttered Tenchi, before he collapsed to the ground.
Keitaro knew what was going on, but the concentration being pumped into the arena was too high for him to move. “It’s ... sleeping ...powder...” he muttered, before he too fell to the ground.
Within moments, not one single person was awake.
The two pokégirls who were sent to guard her nodded, before they each lifted up a walkie-talkie.
“This is Rink, we have succeeded, over!”
“This is Link, no sign of target or his Alphas, over!”
“Very well,” came the reply of St. Paul. “Stay there and observe. Maintain position until further notice.”
“I don’t like this,” said Soun. “Why would he simply message us instead of contacting us in person?”
“Because we didn’t have the needed footage for that.”
They turned to see two pokégirls.
But before they could even put up a defense, Kaori used an Aura of Cute attack, preventing them from attacking, as the LickingTongue shot forward, using her long tongue to physically attack all present, sending them into the walls and out cold.
Smirking, she held up her walkie-talkie. “This is Julia; the parents and the doctor are out cold. Awaiting further orders.”
“Stay where you are and ensure they don’t leave. The Master shall deal with Saotome.”
Smirking, the two sat down at the table, watching the fallen adults.
“This tea is very good,” said Kaori.
Julia nodded. “Perhaps we’ll get the recipe before we leave. I’m certain the Master will like the flavor.”
The girl nodded, smiling, as she played around, letting her cat-instincts take center stage, and frolicked around like a newborn kitten.
Ranma continued watching her, even as he felt the two energy signatures of his Alphas behind him. Can’t say if they’re worried she might attack me or worried she’s after their jobs.
Despite the progress he had made, despite the strong bonds of friendship he had forged with her, the pokégirl had still as of yet refused to give him one thing: her name.
He could understand, though. He wasn’t about to force the issue and risk undoing all the progress they had made over the week. For a pokégirl, it was very rare to own anything more than the clothes on your back, and even at times, trainers took that from you as well.
For the Panthress, her name was all she truly had, even if her former tamer knew it, even if everyone else knew it; it was all she owned that was hers, and that they couldn’t take away.
Well they could, but that would also take away the pokégirl’s original personality as well.
But that wasn’t who he was. When one took a look at the treatment of others and had to fight the urge not to retch, you found yourself against those rules, those practices, and those ideals.
He had no such intention, no need to do such things to his girls, his harem.
When did I have a harem? Did I cross the line Akane always accused me of? It was a lesson he would never forget. Unlike his own universe, the people of this world took the time to teach him what he had done wrong. They hadn’t threatened to marry him off as a girl, reword promises to do so or get him to do what they wanted when they wanted. They didn’t use and abuse him, trying to make him what they desired.
He wasn’t like that now. That at least, he could admit. His new mother, his new friends and family, they had shown him a greater way, a grander way.
He wasn’t the same brash youth who had been dropped on their doorstep by some Kami-power. No, he was a better person, a more whole person.
At least that was his hope.
Before he could comment further to her about her progress, both he and the Panthress tensed up, their danger senses flaring wildly. Finally locating the direction the ill intent was coming from, he turned quickly, ready to lash out at whatever or whomever meant him harm.
But the attacker was quicker, as a charge of energy slammed into his chest, sending him back into a thick tree, cracking the trunk, and rendering him unconscious.
“MASTER!” cried the two Alphas, darting from their cover, not having been able to tell where the attacker was until he had fired, and quickly placed themselves close enough to Ranma to move him if they needed to, but far enough away where they might be able to strike back.
Chardin smiled, as he lowered his Lostech weapon. “I do prefer my meat tenderized. Bones can be such a bother to digest.”
“Nabiki?” asked Usa, standing a bit further towards Chardin than the other Alpha. “Is he...?”
“He’s alive,” said the Cheshire, slowly standing. “Just out cold.”
Chardin arched his eyebrow. “So he took a full blast from a kinetic force emitter, I must say I am impressed. Without the safeties, that should have turned his entire chest cavity into a fine soup.”
“Can we take them now, my Master?” asked a Daimon.
“Of course, Madam St. Paul,” said Chardin. “Never let it be said that Picolette Chardin II does not spring for lovely dates.”
The Panthress looked between her new friend, and his two Alphas, fear and anger starting to register on her face. She could even see a bit of fear slipping into the faces of the other girls.
But her friend had been struck. For the Panthress, it was the only time she was happy to let her darker nature rise to the surface.
Thus it was understandable that they didn’t count on the fact that perhaps some of the pokégirls inside the gym might not be totally unconscious.
Rink felt something tapping her on the shoulder, and quickly turned, expecting to see Asuka back on her feet, and ready to saturate the gym air once again with Sleep Powder. “Are you—”
She was interrupted when said person gave her a powerful punch to the jaw, sending the Victorybutt across the room and into the wall.
The two remaining plant girls turned, Link rushing to her sister, while Asuka fought to stand.
But their adversaries were quicker, and a second fist struck Link, sending her through a supply closet door, rendering her out cold as well.
“How?” weakly asked Asuka.
“Simple,” said Mayumi. “When you’ve lived the life we have, you find little ways around little things like Sleep Powder,” she said with a smile, holding her left arm, complete with a beeping bracelet, up for the exhausted pokégirl to see.
“You’d be surprised how many trainers forget that such technology exists,” finished Mana, before she struck the White Lily, sending her to sleep.
“I thought it was because these were rescued tech from Nerv?” asked Mayumi.
Mana smiled. “No one said we had to tell the enemy the truth.”
Nodding, Mayumi went over to the controls as Mana started to tie up the prisoners. She had to work fast to try and get everyone awake. It looks like the next attack has already begun.
I hope we’re not too late.
“Our Master will tell us such later,” said Julia. “You do remember how he loves to film such attacks.”
Kaori nodded. “I still think such evidence should be destroyed,” she said. “It is too risky, especially if the UEG finds those videos.”
“They can ask you about them in prison,” said two eerie voices.
The two turned towards the two entrances to the room, but didn’t react quickly enough, not having expected anyone to still be active with their efforts completed.
“Ice Storm!” yelled the two Ice Princesses, one Rei, and the other created by her technique called Simulacrum, which created a sort of copy. The two attacks struck the two pokégirls quickly, sending them across the room, and colliding with the other.
Seeing the enemy was currently neutralized, Rei knelt beside the unconscious people. “We will need smelling salts.”
“I shall hurry then,” said the clone. “It would appear Team Trauma has started their next assault.”
Nodding, Rei continued to try and bring them around. If Team Trauma was here, they were going to need every able body they could get.
I do wonder though, why was I barely effected by the Sleep Powder? Did Gendo Ikari do more to me than even I know?
While he may have looked normal, Chardin was anything but. He was taking strikes—be they energy, psi, or physical—and shrugging them off with little effect. He merely laughed at them, took occasional shots at them with his kinetic gun, and let them tire themselves out.
In his mind, it just made the meat a little tenderer.
St. Paul was very good as well, idly picking apart the Panthress who had focused on her, as the two Alphas focused on Chardin. She enjoyed attacking that which was weaker than her, it added to her sense of superiority.
“Is that all you have,” said St. Paul, smirking as she was able to easily dodge another attack from the Panthress. “They are quite pathetic fighters, Master. From the reports, I figured that we would have to break a sweat at least.”
“What do you expect, my dear?” said Chardin, taking two more direct hits from the Alphas, and watching as they darted away from his reach, noticing how much slower they seemed to have gotten. “I took out their true warrior. They have no real skills at all.”
Smirking, he waited until the two girls who were attacking him were close enough together, before he smiled, and thrust his tongue out.
Usa and Nabiki were surprised how quickly it moved, and before they knew it, it had encircled them, wrapped around their waists and arms, holding them together, and slowly constricting.
“I think the meat is tender enough,” he mused, his voice not even distorted by his tongue being ... occupied.
Both girls struggled to get loose, not wanting to die, and certainly not wanting their Master to be left undefended against such a brute. They had been training for such battles, and even Nabiki had been a bit upset that somehow, their Master was better at fighting enemies than they were.
But they were too tired from the fight against Chardin, having put everything into their assault to pay him back for daring to hurt Ranma. Even Usa didn’t have enough energy for a Teleport.
And as the tongue tightened, a silent cry went out, their bodies feeling like they were about to give out and break under the assault.
“Möko Takabisha Double!” cried their savior.
He found it very difficult to breathe right, his chest in more pain than he had ever felt before.
Slowly looking up, finding it hard to focus his eyes, he spotted his friends in trouble.
The Panthress was on the ground, panting from exhaustion, as another pokégirl stood above her, smirking.
Nabiki and Usa were crying out in pain, a long ... tentacle? ... tongue? ... wrapped around them, squeezing the life out of them.
I cannot fail them! They need my help! Ignoring the pain, he raised his arms, directing them at both offenders, and called out his attack. “Möko Takabisha Double!”
The large chi blasts struck home. The pokégirl took a hit to her chest, sending her flying back along the ground twenty meters. She stayed down, but for how long was anyone’s guess.
The other blast struck the tongue/tentacle between the girls and the guy. The man yelped in pain, as it was quickly pulled back into his mouth, dropping the girls.
Ranma shakily reached his belt, grabbing two pokéballs, and calling the injured Alphas into them.
“Now that wasn’t very nice,” growled Chardin. “I was having fun.”
“Fuck you, Chardin,” growled Ranma, trying to force himself to stand. Why is it my enemies here are my rivals back home? “I’ll see you dead for this.”
Smirking, the Team Trauma member reached for the kinetic gun. “You may have gotten in one good shot, but you are far too weak now to fight back. Maybe this time, the meat will be perfect.”
Ranma tried to get himself standing, tried to mount a defense against receiving a second shot from that weapon, but his body was still screaming at him in pain.
With his ever lasting smirk present, Chardin pulled the trigger.
But even she wasn’t going to be able to stand against this monster that was attacking them; that much she was certain. She knew his Alphas were better trained than her; stronger and faster. What hope did she have.
But she wouldn’t fail him. No, he had given her too much to do such.
He had given her hope, happiness, and peace.
And now ... there was at least one thing she could give him. It was that thought alone that filled her with pride and happiness, as she made her own move.
“NO!” screamed Ranma, darting to the fallen pokégirl, and taking her behind some shelter, as the dust shrouded their position.
The Panthress looked into his eyes, seeing the sadness and the tears welling up in them. She knew he cared for her, he was perhaps the first one who had in a long time. He had tried everything to reach out to her sane mind, tried to never judge her, never get angry when she attacked in a near feral rage.
He never took advantage of her, made her feel normal again.
He made her feel like she had always dreamed a pokégirl should feel towards a Tamer. “Sachina.”
Ranma looked at her in surprise. “Sachina? Your name?”
The injured Panthress nodded. She had given him her name, the only thing he had ever asked of her. It felt ... right for her to give him that.
She didn’t give a last name. There was no way she wanted her former family to ever know what had become of her. They were the ones who gave her to that slime of a Tamer, even knowing his plans for her, to make her as she was now.
But the man was dead, dead and hopefully burning in Hell with Sukebe.
She wondered if she’d get to go to Heaven. She had heard about it in passing by, someone discussing old religions. Sachina knew she couldn’t be cloned like normal pokégirls, something about their DNA being incompatible with the process. It was probably the main reason research into Panthress pokégirls was almost nonexistent; no way to clone new samples, as it were.
As it was, she was happy to have been able to have had a kind master like she had always dreamed of, before she left this life. If there was any justice, perhaps she would be reborn and find her way to him. I always wanted to be with someone like him.
Glad I ... got ... to.
Tears began to pour off his face, as he tried to deal with what had happened.
She had told him her name, showing how much trust she placed in him.
She had taken a shot that was meant to kill him, proving how much she valued his life.
And she smiled at him, showing how much her heart felt for him, as she passed beyond this life.
Slowly, he could feel the anger of the cat within him growing, nearly berserk in rage at the ending of something that could never be replaced. It had attacked his friends, his mates, and his home.
It wanted to slay those that had dared challenge it so.
And as Ranma smiled, it knew it was going to get the chance, for he had let slip the reigns of control that he had held over the Nekoken.
He had spared the Terrible Trio.
He had spared Sextome.
But Chardin ... he would die, no matter what.
It wasn’t that he hated the chase. It was more the fact he wanted to just kill the bastard who had injured his tongue. Now it would be days before he could enjoy a large meal.
That meant he wouldn’t be able to feast on the target, as he had been about to on those two pokégirls before the target had attacked him.
Sure, he saved those pokégirls ... as long as they stayed in their pokéballs. Of course, they would keep in those until his tongue had healed to ... enjoy them fully.
This was why he was currently holding the beam weapon. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to use it; he did, he just didn’t like the style.
He preferred to see the fear close up in the eyes of his victim, as they realized that their death was near. Chardin wanted to hear them scream, beg for mercy, as he slowly devoured them.
It was his Art; the meal. It was his sign, his school, and his legacy.
It was him.
“Come out, you two,” he said in his usual calm and regal voice; the damage to his tongue not hampering his ability to speak. “Making me search for you will only make it worse for you when I find you.”
“Do you know fear, Chardin?”
The Trauma member looked about, wondering which direction the voice had come from. It had sounded like his target. The cloud of dust had long since cleared, leaving a near unobscured view of the fighting area.
But the voice, it was ... rougher ... deeper ... almost ... demonic. “You think a voice shift will frighten a being like me?”
“You assume we are as we once were,” said the voice. “I am more of a monster than you could ever hope to be. You seem to be one because of your tough skin, that long tongue, and the desire to feed on your victims. That makes you nothing more than a predator, not a monster.
“No, you are far from the worst fear out there, insect.”
“Then do you think yourself a monster, Saotome?” he asked, trying to zero in on the voice.
“Perhaps. Does this make me a monster?”
Before Chardin could ask what, pain filled his body, as a mist of red covered his vision. He fell to the ground, clutching his arm that had held the gun.
Or to be more precise, what had once been his arm. All that was left below the elbow was a mangled mess of flesh and bits of bone, as if it had been shredded.
Screaming out in pain, Chardin tried to locate the voice or the creature who had just not only managed to injure him, but tear through something no one else had ever come close to doing without some very powerful Lostech.
“No answer?” asked the voice, truly surprised. “How about this then?”
Chardin’s world exploded in pain and a bloody mist as he felt both his legs receive similar treatment that his gun-hand had received. His screams of pain flowed over the land, drawing the attention of anyone who might hear.
“It makes me a monster because I enjoy it. I suppose it makes me human because I do this for revenge, for what you did to Sachina and every pokégirl and Tamer here. In a way, I guess I am still human.
“But I enjoy knowing I can kill you at any moment; that I can prolong your suffering as much as I want. Why, I could even keep you alive and forever in torment. If I act quickly, I could even save your miserable life, and hand you over to the authorities.
“But then again, I am showing you what a real monster is.”
With that, the figure faded into sight, red claws flowing from his clenched fists, eyes glowing a bright red, casting a glow on his face, and his hair waving in an unseen breeze.
“Just so you know, I am the monster that resides in Ranma Saotome. I am the darkest form of the Nekoken. And I am the one sending you to HELL!” it screamed, its hands darting forward, impaling Chardin in both the skull and the heart, killing him.
“NOOOOO!” screamed the Daimon, as it charged towards its Tamer. “I’LL KILL YOU FOR TAKING HIM FROM ME!”
Neko-Ranma turned towards her, eyeing her, as she struck him with her closed fist, trying to take his head off.
He chuckled slightly. “Love like yours deserves to be rewarded. If you love him so much, then join the sick bastard in Hell!” he cried, as he swiped her with both claws.
Madame St. Paul: the Daimon Alpha of the crew of Picolette Chardin II, didn’t even have time to cry out as she was sliced into pieces.
Part of Neko-Ranma smirked at the blood that had begun to drench him, enjoying the sight of his enemies laying slain by his own hand.
“My God...”
Slowly, he turned to see Dr. Mihoff standing to the side, several others around him, varying from pokégirls that had recovered from the assault by Chardin’s crew, to the male staff members. It had only been by Ranma’s training that they had eventually gotten free, coming to help their Sensei against the beast.
Neko-Ranma smiled. “It is over ... permanently.”
With that, the eyes began to fade back to their normal blue, as Ranma dashed off, now back in control.
“My son...” said Nodoka, watching him go, having seen the terror in his eyes at not only what he did, but at the pleasure he had taken in it. “What did that bastard do to you?”
Dr. Mihoff sighed, choosing to light a cigarette. It would appear we didn’t cure the Nekoken after all.
We merely gave
it a better voice and access to the real world.
Kami-sama help us.
He had killed someone ... two someones, actually.
Chardin was the first. Ranma remembered the man from his world.
Those images were hard now to separate from the bloody corpse he had cut to shreds mere minutes before.
It didn’t matter what he was told about the man. All he knew was that he had taken a life ... again.
And then the monster’s Daimon had attacked, driven insane by the death of its Master. He could understand that, being almost insane with rage after those two had tried to kill him, and ended up taking the poor Panthress in his place.
It’s not right! She was beginning to come around, she was beginning to feel human again! She didn’t deserve that, not after all she’d been through!
Slowly, Ranma brought his hands up again, the dried blood still there. Slowly, even the red claws of the Nekoken seeped out, giving him the demonic glow he had long associated with the thoughts of men who killed for joy.
Soon, the glow faded, the claws, receded, and Ranma’s hands met his face, tears coming forth at an unheard of pace.
“A monster,” he whispered throughout his sobs, “I’m a monster.”
Picolette Chardin II, the hardcore member of Team Trauma’s Black Team, the deadliest stomach this side of the great oceans, was dead.
The news wasn’t stating what had occurred to his pokégirls. Truthfully, Genma hoped they all survived. Trauma had invested too much in their training and genetic enhancements to allow them to be simply ignored or disposed of ... for the moment.
“Damn it!” he quietly muttered, pounding his fist on the console.
“GENMA!”
The bald man paled at hearing the voice of his boss.
And Genma knew it could only be bad news.
Despite his protests to the contrary, Boss did not believe for a second that Ranma Sextome’s capture had been solely the boy’s own fault for being weak. Genma had long since been claiming credit for the way the boy did things; “all the results of my excellent teachings” said Genma.
Sadly, Boss believed that if you could take credit for the wonderful work, you must also take credit for the failures.
Which had been another reason that Genma had decided to appease his Master by handing him something of worth. Thus, Genma sent the HG team to ... retrieve ... his son, and any other members in the area.
Hell, Genma had even sent the best HG team available to Team Trauma: the amazingly effective duo of Tsubasa Kurenai and the man simply known as Konatsu. The duo had been unstoppable. They had even beaten several squads of UEG forces to retrieve several witnesses.
They were all nice girls now, and did so enjoy supporting team spirit, after several Level Five cycles.
And Genma would be on easy street for a long time, when the Boss received his new gift: Ranko Sextome.
But even that had been messed up, and the HG duo were now being sought after as well.
“GENMA!”
Oh, right; I need to stall him some more. “Yes, Boss?”
The diminutive leader of Team Trauma strode forward, his eyes filled with malice. “What is this I hear about one of our best agents no longer among the living?”
Genma gulped.
“But what makes this offense worse, Genma, snarled the man, “was that I don’t remember authorizing it.”
Now the oversized man knew he was in trouble. “Well, you see ... that is...”
“ENOUGH!” cried the Boss. “I have had enough of your excuses. Give me one damn good reason why I shouldn’t have your fat worthless ass balled and handed out to the men for their enjoyment?”
“Because that’s something I want saved just for me.”
The two turned slowly to see a tall figure standing in the doorway, two guards down on the floor. Behind him, a fire-type girl was crouched slightly, her tail of flames waving in a manner confirming her rage.
“And just who the fuck are you?”
The man bowed. “Why, Master Happosai, how could you forget me?”
Genma gasped. No, it can’t be! “CHIBA!” he yelled.
The figure came forward, revealing the self-declared Prince of Pokégirls before them. “Hello, Genma. Nice to see that that the biggest thing about you is still around the belt, and not below it.”
“What is the meaning of this?” asked Happosai.
“Simple,” said Mamoru as he strode forward. “When your little team arrived, I decided to make my own move. Let’s just say those two dumbasses never knew what hit them.”
“And just where the hell did you get a catgirl who could help you waltz right in here?” asked Genma, a laser weapon already within the reach of his hand, strapped under the table.
Mamoru waved his finger. “Now, now; Genma, you should know that you should have changed all access codes of your little team the moment they went off the radar. Konatsu was very good at remembering the codes to get in here. And as for my new Alpha...”
“I want his fat ass dead,” growled the witch, stepping forward to reveal that she was a Fire Elementist... with blue eyes.
Mamoru smiled as Genma paled slightly. “Yes, Ranma ... well, Ranko, is special. She hasn’t had her mind messed with. Those special obedience collars we have were such help in keeping her under control. And besides, I could never abandon my old friend like that.”
Ranko growled. “You better hope this thing doesn’t run out of juice, Chiba, or you’ll be a dead pile of guts when I’m finished.”
Mamoru favored her with his smile. “Naughty little Fire Elementist; don’t make me hold off on your tamings again.”
“BWA HAHAHAHAHA!” cried Happosai. “I must say, m’boy; that was true style if I’ve ever seen it.”
Slowly, the aged Boss stopped laughing, and turned to face Genma. “Genma, you now work under Chiba.”
“WHAT?”
Happosai smiled. “He is a true member of this team, unlike a lazy bum I’m currently ambivalent about just balling and getting rid of.”
The fat man paled further, his hand frozen mere millimeters from the gun.
“In fact, if anything happens to Chiba or his plans fail even once, I will ball you, Sextome.” Chuckling a bit, the man began to leave. “Like Father, like son. Well, maybe soon to be mother and daughter.”
Despite Chiba’s chucking along with the aged Master, Genma’s hand backed away from the gun.
What did I ever do to deserve this?
Picolette Chardin II: This man is one of the most wanted individuals in the known leagues. However at this time, no evidence has been presented strong enough for either a arrest or a conviction. He comes from a long line of tamers bred from specific pokégirls. The desire was to have someone with the bottomless stomach, and eating capacity of a Snorlass and Lickingtounge. The skin was also bred to be the toughest around, making for a nearly unstoppable eating machine.
Tests have shown that his skin can stop any projectile weapons currently available on the open market, and his tongue is strong enough to bend steel with minimal effort. His tongue has been able to extend nearly ten meters from some observations, but it is unknown if that is the limit, or if it was merely for show.
It is not known how far the Chardin family’s involvement is with Team Trauma, as investigations by several agencies have either come up with nothing, or mysteriously disappeared without a trace. As to date, no accurate count exists for the possible number of deaths that could be attributed to this influential family.
His pokégirls:
Rink: VICTORYBUTT, the Butt Kicking Pokegirl
Type: Near Human
Element: Plant/Poison
Frequency: Very Rare (Rare as Domesticated)
Diet: carnivorous (but can live on sun, water, soil)
Role: gardeners, grounds keepers predators (also check on Buzzbreast numbers)
Libido: Average (High after prolonged periods in sunlight)
Strong
Vs: Electric, Fighting, Plant, Rock, Water
Weak Vs: Fire, Flying,
Ice, Psychic
Attacks: Vine Whip, Vine Bondage, Buttsprout, Vine Leech, Sweet Scent, Acid Spray, Cry, Rose Whip, Razor Leaf,
Enhancements: Solar Rejuvenation, High Poison Resistance (any except Hyper Venom), Enhanced Strength (x2), Command Plants (limited)
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Weepingbutt (Leaf Stone)
Victorybutt is the final form of Buttsprout. Her appearance is similar to Weepingbutt, with further development of her figure (if she had a C-cup as Buttsprout, by now she has at least a D-cup) and wide (and actually fewer) leaves in her “skirt”. As before, the green is on the -underside- of the leaves, and only seen if she chooses to show it.
Sexually her appetites are unchanged, as is her tendency to believe she should be the Harem Alpha...although given her sheer butt-kicking ability this isn't always a bad idea. Her ability to speed-grow thorns (see below) makes her even more on a Dom. Queen's hit list, as Victorybutt is immune to poisons and strong against all the Domina's evolutions -and- has the gall to have the Dom's "signature" attack...not that this will stop them from picking the fight every so often.
Victorybutt has similar tactics to Weepingbutt, but gains three new abilities. She can extrude thorny protrusions on her Vines, giving her the equivalent of the Rose Whip (slightly more damage and enhanced effect of her poisons...including her acid attack). She can fire long, thin, very hard leaves (a cross between normal Razor Leaf and Needleshot) at her opponents. Her most interesting ability though is to somehow command her earlier evolutions, possibly through a command pollen although this isn't completely understood. Similar to the Buzzqueen's ability to command Buzzbreasts, she can command any Buttsprout or Weepingbutt in the nearby area...even (to a very limited degree) Tamed Buttsprouts or Weepingbutts. If a Tamed Buttsprout or Weepingbutt is sent against a Victorybutt, they often refuse to attack (although it's not them being disloyal, researchers speculate the ability is similar to other control tricks employed by Magic-, Psychic- and Ghost-types)...although the Victorybutt can -only- command/control her earlier evolutions, whereas the others (such as the Vampire with her 'mesmerism' gaze) can control -lots- of pokégirl types. Tamers with only a Buttsprout or Weepingbutt who suspect a Victorybutt is about are advised to -not- attempt to battle unless they have a Delta Bond with their pokégirl (and even then best to avoid the battle). The addition of Thorns to her mix of tricks allows her to wrap up an opponent and -then- attempt an acid attack, which (if she has time to get it off) becomes as effective as if she had sprayed a full attack on someone.
Victorybutt can only be evolved with an Evolution Stone, so is seldom allowed to become Feral (who would waste such an investment on a pokégirl and just forget about her?) but a wild Victorybutt is a horror in battle, especially as she will likely have nearby Weepingbutts and Buttsprouts to come to her aid. Tamers encountering wild Victorybutts are advised to exercise caution and are recommended to stay at the best range possible and exploit her weaknesses if they do choose to battle. However, while Victorybutts are very dangerous, they tend to let prey come to them unless rather hungry. In an area like Buggy Woods, they will likely -not- attack a wandering Tamer and their Harem unless provoked as they have good soil and plenty of random prey.
There are no known cases of a girl Thresholding directly into Victorybutt.
Type: Metamorph
Element: Plant/Poison
Frequency: Unknown (All Leagues)
Diet: Water, sunlight, soil, sexual fluids
Role: Unknown
Libido: Average to High
Strong Vs: Electric, Fighting, Plant, Rock, Water, any Aphrodisiac attacks (such as Lust Dust)
Weak Vs: Fire, Flying, Ice, Psychic
Attacks: Vine Whip, Vine Bondage, Grass Cock, Probing Tentacles, Probing Pods, Grass Floor, Fruit Juice, Lance, Lust Dust, Poison Powder, Poison Mist, Slow Sting, Lure
Enhancements: Shapeshifting, New Poisons, improved vine control, dramatically sensitive sense of smell and taste
Evolves: RoseBreasts (choosing a permanent lover)
Evolves From: Gloomy (Lack of taming + Dark Stone)
A Vinebra is an evolution that is a lot naughtier than most people expect. Similar to the HentaiCute, a Vinebra's main objective is sex, however, her methods of getting it vary from one Vinebra to another, and it's believed that how often the Vinebra was tamed prior to her evolution will generally determine how violent she will be about getting tamed after evolving. Almost all Vinebras are lesbians, but just as with the Dildoran, male tamers should beware.
Unlike the Gloomy, the Vinebra's appearance doesn't change with lighting, nor does she shy away from sunlight, but she prefers to remain in forests, areas heavy with vegetation, or any place she can get the element of surprise on her chosen target.
One tactic, which was witnessed by a watcher, was rather brilliant: The Vinebra literally transforms into a large flower with it's luring nectar on it's petals. It then spread out a large network of vines through the trees. When several Buzzbreasts came to taste the nectar, the Vinebra's vines immobilized the Buzzbreasts and the Vinebra changed back. She then had sex with the Buzzbreasts until they were all unconscious, then left.
Vinebra's have a rather sour attitude about other pokégirls and any humans, seeing as they never got tamed prior to their evolution, thus if captured, will likely be cold and distant, or even downright hostile. Since she has an immunity to aphrodisiacs, it will take either a lot of caring or a lot of restraints.
Feral Vinebra's love challenges, and may even seek out pokégirls that they are weak to, to tame and dominate. She enjoys taming strong pokégirls and will even allow herself to be tamed if she believes her target to be stronger than herself. Rarely does a Vinebra submit to a human's touch, unless it's in a three-way (or more), and the human has to work quite hard to prove that they care enough to do so.
She should be treated much like a Domina or a Dildoran, with caution, firmness and sincerity.
Because of her ability to transform into a flower, possibly of varying sizes, it's uncertain how many Vinebras might be in the wild, and since almost all Vinebras are ferals hiding in the wild, the number will remain incalculable.
It is certain, however, that the Vinebra needs sexual fluids once every two to three days. But, Vinebras have been witnessed catching prey and then releasing them without taming. It's believed that she can smell her chosen life partner.
PokegirlType: Very Near Human
Element: Normal
Frequency: Rare
Diet: human foods
Role:
pleasure and assassination
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak
Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Lick, Buttwiggle, Tongue Lash, Tongue Wrap,
Kiss of Death (normally not used)
Enhancements: Increased
Physical Attributes, Enhanced Tongue
Evolves: None
Evolves From:
Unknown/None
LickingTongue was, during the war, originally used
for assassinations. They look just like a normal human being except
for a slight pink tint to their skin which is barely discernable.
They where usually sent out to seduce high ranking officials with
their beautiful looks and then kill them with their tongue. A
LickingTongue’s tongue is able to grow to great lengths, usually
only being able to extend 3-5 feet, they can be trained to make it
grow up to near 10 feet in length. The tongue is capable of rapping
around things and crushing them (some of the original assassins would
rap their tongues around men’s necks and crush it). The tongue can
also be coated with a special sticky saliva that comes from small
sacks on the insides of the Lickingtongue’s cheeks.
PokégirlType: Anthropomorph (fox-squirrel), Near Human
Element: Psychic
Frequency: Rare
Diet: berries, nuts,
vegetarian foods
Role: pets, guard animals, domestics, otherwise
as Psychic-types
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Fighting, Poison,
Psychic
Weak Vs: Bug, Dark, Ghost
Attacks: Aura of Cute, Quick,
Tackle, Sixth Sense, Psychic, TK Bolt, Aura Sight,
Mindwipe
Enhancements: Psychic, Near Human Anthropomorph
(Foxsquirrel (ears, tail, antennae)), Enhanced agility and speed, Odd
feral state
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Eva (normal; triggered
during the day)
Espea is the psychically evolved form of Eva. She
has two antennae-like whiskers extending from her eyebrows outward,
these whiskers are extremely sensitive to air pressure changes
allowing Espea to predict weather changes with extreme accuracy.
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