Chapter 3: Question and Answer Time At Knifepoint!
Melanie the Psi-dyke was not having a good day. She had been rather rudely awakened this morning by her roommate, and occasional Taming partner, Jackie. Jackie was a Buttaneer that served as First Mate aboard The Bloody Dagger. She had been roommates with her for the better part of the last 5 years.
After being awoken by a Water Gun attack from nearly point blank range, she had been forced to go and dry the sheets and blanket, that Jackie had gotten soaking wet with her water attack.
If that weren’t bad enough, the Pussycat that served as the ship’s cook, had taken ill lately, and her assistant Bridget, the Tomboy was given the opportunity to poison…make everyone their breakfast this morning.
And then to top that morning off, she was given the duty of washing the main deck today, it was her turn in the cleaning rotation after all, but she would have much preferred not having to do that today, especially after nearly dying of food poisoning earlier that morning.
And then she was given the duty of watching a magic circle that had drawn out by Hilda, the Sorceress the other day, on orders from the Captain. Apparently THEY were going to use their ship as a place to drop off something they were going to summon…apparently it was something really dangerous, but not enough so for a crew of Limbecs to handle.
And then after three hours of sitting around and staring at the chalk circle, and everything else within the cargo area, that it was drawn in, an unknown automobile had shown up in a bright flash of blood colored light.
After being awoken by a Water Gun attack from nearly point blank range, she had been forced to go and dry the sheets and blanket, that Jackie had gotten soaking wet with her water attack.
If that weren’t bad enough, the Pussycat that served as the ship’s cook, had taken ill lately, and her assistant Bridget, the Tomboy was given the opportunity to poison…make everyone their breakfast this morning.
And then to top that morning off, she was given the duty of washing the main deck today, it was her turn in the cleaning rotation after all, but she would have much preferred not having to do that today, especially after nearly dying of food poisoning earlier that morning.
And then she was given the duty of watching a magic circle that had drawn out by Hilda, the Sorceress the other day, on orders from the Captain. Apparently THEY were going to use their ship as a place to drop off something they were going to summon…apparently it was something really dangerous, but not enough so for a crew of Limbecs to handle.
And then after three hours of sitting around and staring at the chalk circle, and everything else within the cargo area, that it was drawn in, an unknown automobile had shown up in a bright flash of blood colored light.
And of course, she had to stupidly allow her curiosity to get the better of her, instead of reporting the appearance of the mysterious car to her superiors, namely Janet or the Capitan.
And so because of her careless behavior, and her damned curiosity, here she was in a submission hold, with only one arm free, the hand that held her cutlass was able to move about freely, but with her target currently holding her other arm behind her…she really couldn’t swing it at him properly.
And of course there was Him, that’s right, a man had managed to get the upper hand on her, a Pokegirl! He had completely caught her off guard, by using her own momentum against her, and levering her arm behind her back at a really uncomfortable angle!
As if that weren’t bad enough, her intended prisoner was armed with a knife! And said sharp object was held against her neck’s main artery. One false move and the human, no MALE could kill her in one swift motion of his wrist!
All of this and more was going through the mind of the Psi-dyke that the as yet unidentified young man held at knife point.
While it is certainly true that she could have easily used Teleport or her Telekinesis, to escape or disarm the young man, her mind was too caught up in her surprise, to properly focus on escape.
It was however at his first spoken words jumpstarted just enough for her to make an attempt at swinging her free arm and the cutlass that hand held, at the Male that held her hostage
It would have been a rather humorous sight to anyone that were watching, to see a Psi-dyke flailing about while held in a hammerlock by a male human, her free arm and sword swinging about in a futile attempt to hit her captor.
It was as she began to squirm about in an attempt to strike at him with her free hand, and consequently with her sword, that the cashier decided to attempt to disarm his captive. ‘I really do not like the thought of having a captive…but I need to find out where the hell I am, and I need to get her under control before she manages to actually hit me!’ thought the young man, just as he was forced to lean back a bit, to avoid one of her wild one armed swings.
‘Alright let’s focus here shall we, follow the path of her swing and if she is beginning to settle into pattern, wait for the opportune time to strike.’ Were his thoughts as he began to watch how she swung her cutlass about, watching for any particular pattern to her struggles. It was only after a few moments of watching her swinging her sword about that he found the opening he needed, which was when she was raising her sword from trying to take a strike at his knee.
It was really awkward to attack from the position that he had her currently held in, but he managed to extend his foot with just enough force in a front kick to her wrist, that caused the Psi-dyke to let go of her cutlass with a shriek of what he assumed was both surprise and pain.
All of this and more was going through the mind of the Psi-dyke that the as yet unidentified young man held at knife point.
While it is certainly true that she could have easily used Teleport or her Telekinesis, to escape or disarm the young man, her mind was too caught up in her surprise, to properly focus on escape.
It was however at his first spoken words jumpstarted just enough for her to make an attempt at swinging her free arm and the cutlass that hand held, at the Male that held her hostage
It would have been a rather humorous sight to anyone that were watching, to see a Psi-dyke flailing about while held in a hammerlock by a male human, her free arm and sword swinging about in a futile attempt to hit her captor.
It was as she began to squirm about in an attempt to strike at him with her free hand, and consequently with her sword, that the cashier decided to attempt to disarm his captive. ‘I really do not like the thought of having a captive…but I need to find out where the hell I am, and I need to get her under control before she manages to actually hit me!’ thought the young man, just as he was forced to lean back a bit, to avoid one of her wild one armed swings.
‘Alright let’s focus here shall we, follow the path of her swing and if she is beginning to settle into pattern, wait for the opportune time to strike.’ Were his thoughts as he began to watch how she swung her cutlass about, watching for any particular pattern to her struggles. It was only after a few moments of watching her swinging her sword about that he found the opening he needed, which was when she was raising her sword from trying to take a strike at his knee.
It was really awkward to attack from the position that he had her currently held in, but he managed to extend his foot with just enough force in a front kick to her wrist, that caused the Psi-dyke to let go of her cutlass with a shriek of what he assumed was both surprise and pain.
“Ouch!” shrieked the Psi-dyke as her cutlass was kicked from her grasp by her captor. It was at this point, now that her other arm was free, that the young man sheathed his knife quickly, and grabbed ahold of both of her arms, and held the both of them in a one armed arm lock. Basically both of her arms were held behind her at a really uncomfortable angle, with her back to his chest. She was completely unable to strike with her arms now. And she also found the knife once again held at her neck.
“Look…I am enjoying this about as much as you are. “Muttered the young man sourly. “I am not supposed to use these techniques, except during practice or in self-defense…I guess this does technically count as that…but that doesn’t mean I enjoy holding a person at knife point!”
“So if you would please hold still, we can move on to you answering my questions without further need of violence.” Stated the McDonalds employee. “Will you cooperate for now?” he inquired plainly.
The captive Psi-dyke, that unknown to him was named Melanie took a moment to consider her options.
While she could of course continue struggling, she was currently held in an even more immobile state than earlier. On the other hand she could just cooperate for now, and Teleport away when the Male was done with his questioning and she would Teleport while his guard was down. She smirked a little at this thought.
The still unidentified young man watched her expressions on her face from her reflection on his knife’s blade. When he saw her smirk a bit alarms went off inside his head. ‘She’s going to try something funny I bet.’ The captive Psi-dyke nodded her head in slight hesitation and nodded her head once in acquiescence.
He had to think of what to ask her for a moment before it occurred to him, and he felt like smacking himself in the forehead if her were able too.
“Alright miss, just where the hell am I? And why in the blue hell are you dressed like a pirate!? Halloween was over five months ago!” exclaimed the young man in exasperation.
The still unidentified young man watched her expressions on her face from her reflection on his knife’s blade. When he saw her smirk a bit alarms went off inside his head. ‘She’s going to try something funny I bet.’ The captive Psi-dyke nodded her head in slight hesitation and nodded her head once in acquiescence.
He had to think of what to ask her for a moment before it occurred to him, and he felt like smacking himself in the forehead if her were able too.
“Alright miss, just where the hell am I? And why in the blue hell are you dressed like a pirate!? Halloween was over five months ago!” exclaimed the young man in exasperation.
The Psi-dyke took a moment to think over her answers…and cope with her surprise at the questions. ‘He doesn’t have any idea where he is? That is not unexpected. However, the fact that he doesn’t know why I am dressed like this is even more of a surprise!’
“Well male, you are on a ship in the middle of the ocean. “ was her reply to his first question. “And the reason as to why I am as you say ‘dressed like a pirate’, well that is because I am one.” was her reply to his second question.
This surprised him a bit, the fact that he was on a ship was not all that surprising, the fact that she actually was a pirate was even more of one.
‘What the hell!? Pirates don’t dress like this anymore…except of in movies like Pirates of the Caribbean…but that is a movie! Not reality like this is!’ were his immediate thoughts to her casual responses. Saying stuff like I am a pirate and being held a knife point like this with relatively little fuss, only made her statements seem even more legitimate as he thought about it.
“Alright…so you are a pirate.” Was his intelligent reply to her statements, to which she nodded her head in affirmation.
“So…are you a part of a crew of pirates?” Again she just nodded her head again. This only served to add to his worry. ‘Great there’s more than just her.’ Was what he thought of her response.
“Does your crew owe it’s loyalty to a greater organization of pirates?” inquired the young man, with a bit of dread.
“Yes, the Limbec Pirates, and the Sisterhood of Sanctuary.” Was the answer that absolutely shook him to his core.
“Well male, you are on a ship in the middle of the ocean. “ was her reply to his first question. “And the reason as to why I am as you say ‘dressed like a pirate’, well that is because I am one.” was her reply to his second question.
This surprised him a bit, the fact that he was on a ship was not all that surprising, the fact that she actually was a pirate was even more of one.
‘What the hell!? Pirates don’t dress like this anymore…except of in movies like Pirates of the Caribbean…but that is a movie! Not reality like this is!’ were his immediate thoughts to her casual responses. Saying stuff like I am a pirate and being held a knife point like this with relatively little fuss, only made her statements seem even more legitimate as he thought about it.
“Alright…so you are a pirate.” Was his intelligent reply to her statements, to which she nodded her head in affirmation.
“So…are you a part of a crew of pirates?” Again she just nodded her head again. This only served to add to his worry. ‘Great there’s more than just her.’ Was what he thought of her response.
“Does your crew owe it’s loyalty to a greater organization of pirates?” inquired the young man, with a bit of dread.
“Yes, the Limbec Pirates, and the Sisterhood of Sanctuary.” Was the answer that absolutely shook him to his core.
‘This is impossible…the Limbecs and Sanctuary are made up! The entire world they belong to is as well!’ he shook his head as if to further deny the possibility of there being a real Limbec Pirates, or heaven forbid a real Sanctuary in his world.
“You do know that is impossible right? “Inquired the cashier, whom was steadily beginning to grow weary of this.
The Psi-dyke however seemed perfectly willing to prove his belief that this was still his world wrong, which she proved with this next statement.
“No they are perfectly real alright. I am a member of the Limbec Pirates¸ an all Pokegirl organization of loosely affiliated bands of pirates.” She explained this in such a candid way, that it was nearly impossible for her captor to not believe her.
‘She just said Pokegirl didn’t she…’he thought in dread ‘And she doesn’t sound like she is lying either…this must just be another one of my overly realistic dreams again…better just play along.’
“Shit…I am no longer in Kansas anymore am I?” was his sardonic inquiry about his whereabouts.
“What in Sukebe’s name are you talking about? There is no placed called Kansas in this world! ”exclaimed the captive Psi-dyke, whose name he had yet to ask.
“It is just a figure of speech “was his flat reply. “So…if you are what I believe you are, as well as what you claim to be and that is a Limbec Pirate, are you a Pokegirl?” His tone changed to slight hesitance as he asked his next question.
And again she proved his assumptions right by simply nodding her head in response.
“You’re a Psi-dyke aren’t you?” this question surprised her, as there was nothing obvious about her appearance that would hint to that.
“How…how did you know?” she was slightly hesitant to ask this, so great was she surprised at his accurate guess at her breed.
To be honest he was about as surprised as she was about that. Honestly, once he knew that she was a Pokegirl, hard as that was for him to honestly believe, the name of her breed just seemed to occur to him as he looked at her. It was almost as if he knew what she was intuitively.
“I honestly have no idea myself” was his completely honest reply. “ I do have a few more questions though. First of all, you planned on Teleporting didn’t you? And second, are there any prisoners held on this ship?” were his two questions that he wanted answered immediately.
“You do know that is impossible right? “Inquired the cashier, whom was steadily beginning to grow weary of this.
The Psi-dyke however seemed perfectly willing to prove his belief that this was still his world wrong, which she proved with this next statement.
“No they are perfectly real alright. I am a member of the Limbec Pirates¸ an all Pokegirl organization of loosely affiliated bands of pirates.” She explained this in such a candid way, that it was nearly impossible for her captor to not believe her.
‘She just said Pokegirl didn’t she…’he thought in dread ‘And she doesn’t sound like she is lying either…this must just be another one of my overly realistic dreams again…better just play along.’
“Shit…I am no longer in Kansas anymore am I?” was his sardonic inquiry about his whereabouts.
“What in Sukebe’s name are you talking about? There is no placed called Kansas in this world! ”exclaimed the captive Psi-dyke, whose name he had yet to ask.
“It is just a figure of speech “was his flat reply. “So…if you are what I believe you are, as well as what you claim to be and that is a Limbec Pirate, are you a Pokegirl?” His tone changed to slight hesitance as he asked his next question.
And again she proved his assumptions right by simply nodding her head in response.
“You’re a Psi-dyke aren’t you?” this question surprised her, as there was nothing obvious about her appearance that would hint to that.
“How…how did you know?” she was slightly hesitant to ask this, so great was she surprised at his accurate guess at her breed.
To be honest he was about as surprised as she was about that. Honestly, once he knew that she was a Pokegirl, hard as that was for him to honestly believe, the name of her breed just seemed to occur to him as he looked at her. It was almost as if he knew what she was intuitively.
“I honestly have no idea myself” was his completely honest reply. “ I do have a few more questions though. First of all, you planned on Teleporting didn’t you? And second, are there any prisoners held on this ship?” were his two questions that he wanted answered immediately.
“How did you know!?” she asked in completely incredulous tone. “And yes, there are several prisoners aboard the Bloody Dagger.” Were her answers to his questions.
“I saw you smirking in your reflection. And I want you to lead me to them. And by lead me, I mean Teleport. Oh and don’t try anything funny, like Teleporting to the Captain’s quarters or to the upper deck.” He demanded, and to add emphasis to this he added slightly more pressure to the knife so that it nearly drew blood from her slightly oily skin.
She was completely shocked by this male! He kept guessing all kinds of things about her, including what she was planning, based only on seeing her smirk!? This man was dangerous! What in Lady Mao’s name could the Sisterhood want with this MALE!?
Pokedex Entries:
Credit goes to Zypheit for the revision.
TOMBOY, the One of the Guys Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: Human Norm
Role: Physical Labor
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Hammer Time, Yell, Smirk, Takedown, Counter, Headbutt, Body Slam, Leg Sweep
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x3), Enhanced Durability (x3),
Evolves: Oni (Thunder Stone), Ogress (Round Stone), Love Dove (Bird E-Medal), Seamstress, Cross-Dressing subtype (Dream Stone), Duelette (Mana Crystal), Pirouette (Water Stone)
Evolves From: Cutiepie (battle stress)
The Tomboy wasn't a pokegirl that was seen much during the Revenge War, really the only time the breed was encountered in large numbers was when human forces finally started to counter attack some of the pokegirl encampments at the very end. Records show they fought hard but not particularly well, and soon were brought in under human rule. To this day Sukebe's purpose for creating this breed is a mystery. The breed did show some popularity during the first few years after the war because of their very human appearance but then saw a steady decline in demand for the breed.
A Tomboy could look just like an Ingenue, if she chose to, but they tend to have rather specific preferences. Boyish, as some have described them, they're a little less curvy and a little more flat chested than the average pokegirl. Many say the breed makes up for this with 'spunk'. These proponents of the breed will still argue that they can be just as beautiful as other breeds, the phrase 'She cleans up nicely,' is often used. The problem is getting them to clean up. They show a strong preference to loose fitting clothing, practical shoes, and baggy pants. You're much more likely to find one with dirt smudged on her face than make-up, and they almost universally keep their hair cut short.
And they have a behavior to match their typical appearance. The breed as a whole seems more interested in male interests than traditionally female ones, earning them the breed name back before humanity had quite realized how obsolete traditional gender roles were going to become. It's rather interesting to note how well a Tomboy can get along with beginning tamers, since it's highly likely they'll share a number of interests. It's well documented that the breed often forms something akin to a friendship with their tamer, a relationship that is only disrupted by a single quirk.
Because the Tomboy sees herself more as 'one of the guys,' to use her own moniker, some of them develop the mindset that taming between the tamer and pokegirl isn't an appropriate part of the relationship. This puts her at odds with her nature as a pokegirl and can be the source of a great deal of internal conflict. Although the vast majority of the breed will have hardly any problem over coming this, a few notorious examples can be thanked for the constant downward trend in their popularity. Now the breed has something of a reputation to be completely against anything 'perverted' in nature, and reacting to these perversions in violent or aggressive manners. Again, among the breed as a whole this is a very rare situation to encounter.
Although she may be reluctant to show her feeling towards her tamer intimately, one place they always shine through is in combat. Psychic scans have confirmed that a Tomboy will fight with more confidence and gusto should she have a strong admiration for her tamer. They will do well in beginning matches if their tamer allows or even encourages them to learn a martial art where they can bring their enhanced strength to play.
The breed is known for its reservations against taming, exaggerated as the reputation may be. Entering one into a Sex Battle will most definitely put a typical Tomboy in a very awkward spot, and it'll take most a while to adjust to the idea. For those that do have the aversion to taming, there are a wide variety of reactions. Some will be very shy and embarrassed at the idea, similar to the Seraph breed. Others will argue against the idea for as long as their libido will allow them, and then sulk for a little while after. Very few are known to get violent, but if a tamer starts to notice aggressive behavior at the idea of taming, they're advised to invest in restraints or trade / sell away the 'girl.
Unlike many very near human breeds, the Tomboy is not fortunate enough to have a reduced feral state. They lose much of their ability for abstract thinking and problem solving, along with the ability to speak. This leads many that go feral to being preyed upon by the more predatory ferals.
Threshold into a Tomboy is common and also hard to notice the early signs of. It isn't until the increased strength starts to be developed that family and friends are given their first hint that the girl is changing. All Tomboy pokewomen mellow out dramatically from before their second puberty, although many will still wear pants over a skirt on most days of the week.
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: Human Norm
Role: Physical Labor
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Hammer Time, Yell, Smirk, Takedown, Counter, Headbutt, Body Slam, Leg Sweep
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x3), Enhanced Durability (x3),
Evolves: Oni (Thunder Stone), Ogress (Round Stone), Love Dove (Bird E-Medal), Seamstress, Cross-Dressing subtype (Dream Stone), Duelette (Mana Crystal), Pirouette (Water Stone)
Evolves From: Cutiepie (battle stress)
The Tomboy wasn't a pokegirl that was seen much during the Revenge War, really the only time the breed was encountered in large numbers was when human forces finally started to counter attack some of the pokegirl encampments at the very end. Records show they fought hard but not particularly well, and soon were brought in under human rule. To this day Sukebe's purpose for creating this breed is a mystery. The breed did show some popularity during the first few years after the war because of their very human appearance but then saw a steady decline in demand for the breed.
A Tomboy could look just like an Ingenue, if she chose to, but they tend to have rather specific preferences. Boyish, as some have described them, they're a little less curvy and a little more flat chested than the average pokegirl. Many say the breed makes up for this with 'spunk'. These proponents of the breed will still argue that they can be just as beautiful as other breeds, the phrase 'She cleans up nicely,' is often used. The problem is getting them to clean up. They show a strong preference to loose fitting clothing, practical shoes, and baggy pants. You're much more likely to find one with dirt smudged on her face than make-up, and they almost universally keep their hair cut short.
And they have a behavior to match their typical appearance. The breed as a whole seems more interested in male interests than traditionally female ones, earning them the breed name back before humanity had quite realized how obsolete traditional gender roles were going to become. It's rather interesting to note how well a Tomboy can get along with beginning tamers, since it's highly likely they'll share a number of interests. It's well documented that the breed often forms something akin to a friendship with their tamer, a relationship that is only disrupted by a single quirk.
Because the Tomboy sees herself more as 'one of the guys,' to use her own moniker, some of them develop the mindset that taming between the tamer and pokegirl isn't an appropriate part of the relationship. This puts her at odds with her nature as a pokegirl and can be the source of a great deal of internal conflict. Although the vast majority of the breed will have hardly any problem over coming this, a few notorious examples can be thanked for the constant downward trend in their popularity. Now the breed has something of a reputation to be completely against anything 'perverted' in nature, and reacting to these perversions in violent or aggressive manners. Again, among the breed as a whole this is a very rare situation to encounter.
Although she may be reluctant to show her feeling towards her tamer intimately, one place they always shine through is in combat. Psychic scans have confirmed that a Tomboy will fight with more confidence and gusto should she have a strong admiration for her tamer. They will do well in beginning matches if their tamer allows or even encourages them to learn a martial art where they can bring their enhanced strength to play.
The breed is known for its reservations against taming, exaggerated as the reputation may be. Entering one into a Sex Battle will most definitely put a typical Tomboy in a very awkward spot, and it'll take most a while to adjust to the idea. For those that do have the aversion to taming, there are a wide variety of reactions. Some will be very shy and embarrassed at the idea, similar to the Seraph breed. Others will argue against the idea for as long as their libido will allow them, and then sulk for a little while after. Very few are known to get violent, but if a tamer starts to notice aggressive behavior at the idea of taming, they're advised to invest in restraints or trade / sell away the 'girl.
Unlike many very near human breeds, the Tomboy is not fortunate enough to have a reduced feral state. They lose much of their ability for abstract thinking and problem solving, along with the ability to speak. This leads many that go feral to being preyed upon by the more predatory ferals.
Threshold into a Tomboy is common and also hard to notice the early signs of. It isn't until the increased strength starts to be developed that family and friends are given their first hint that the girl is changing. All Tomboy pokewomen mellow out dramatically from before their second puberty, although many will still wear pants over a skirt on most days of the week.
BUTTANEER, the Beast Pirate Pokégirl
Type: Animorph
Element: Water
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: Human style, mainly seafood
Role: Ship’s crew, Warriors, Undersea recovery efforts
Libido: Average, leaning towards High
Strong Vs: Fire, Rock, Water
Weak Vs: Electric, Ice, Plant
Attacks: Water Gun, Water Tower, Bubbler, Gust, Squall, Wind, Mirror Image, Tempest, Hydro Pump
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x2), Enhanced Endurance (x2), Elemental Affinity (Water/Wind), Amphibious
Evolves: She-Captain (normal, high level), Tavernmaid (Ice Crystal + Drunk)
Evolves From: None
Buttaneers are one of the two most well known breeds of what are generally known as ‘Pirate Pokégirls.’ They are the more savage of the two, attractive in features although bearing varying amounts of animalistic features based on random sea flora and/or fauna. Some bear resemblance to other Pokégirls, although there are more than enough differences for all but the dumbest Tamers to tell the difference between them. As they grow older, their animalistic features become slightly more prominent, giving them a fierce appearance.
In terms of demeanor, they tend to be fiercer than their more human-like cousins. They favor blunt weapons, heavy water and wind attacks, and their own natural claws, over the blades and guns of Piratits. Their style of battle is more savage and straightforward than Piratits, making them well suited for front line combat and all-out assault. Outside of battle they are extroverted, outgoing Pokégirls who enjoy a good party as much as a good scrap. They are more social than Piratits, and are good at unifying their Harem sisters to their ‘Admiral’s’ cause. (Their Tamer is always called ‘Admiral,’ and the Alpha is always the ‘Captain.’) They don’t make good Alphas, as they tend to be flighty and indecisive without solid direction.
Buttaneers work well in all naval applications. They work well as Tamers for League naval forces, actual pirates, even as crewmembers on a single Tamer’s ship. In rare cases, Buttaneers can even be found as crewmembers on luxury cruise liners. Their willingness to follow orders, plus their amphibious nature and fighting ability makes them highly valued by all seafaring Tamers.
Instances of using Buttaneers on land are rare, but there are several recorded instances of land-based Tamers having Buttaneers in their Harems. They still retain their outgoing, gregarious nature, but are also more melancholy, as all Buttaneers are more comfortable being on a ship at sea. Land-based Buttaneers also tend to be more aggressive as well, to compensate for their not being at sea. This can be tempered somewhat by partnering them with another Water-type Pokégirl, as Buttaneers greatly enjoy being wet. (“In every sense of the word,” as some have been quoted.)
During the Revenge War, Buttaneers worked alongside more animalistic Pokégirls, swimming in packs underneath seafaring vessels while their commanding She-Captain would said in on their own ships with Piratits. The boat-based assault would distract the ship from the brunt of the assault, the Buttaneers, who would board the ship and slaughter the crew, usually before they could react in some way, making way for the She-Captain and the rest of the crew to mop of whatever was left and claim the contents of the ship for Sukebe’s forces. Frequently, Buttaneers were stationed amidst herds of animalistic water Pokégirls, supplementing their forces and adding to their damage capacity.
Buttaneers, in terms of taming, love it wild. They don’t mind if their Tamer gets a little rough with them, and like to be taken ‘as hard as an ocean wave.’ They enjoy pretty much any position, although of ‘that fancy bondage stuff’ that Domina-types have been known to use is a turn off. They enjoy a straightforward, rough & wild taming, loving it when their tamer pounds their ‘cutlass into them.
Threshold cases which result in a Buttaneer are uncommon and usually occur in families with a long history of water-type in their bloodline.
PUSSYCAT, the Domestic Cat Pokégirl
Type: Animorph (feline)
Element: Normal
Frequency: Rare
Diet: omnivore, preference for fish, eggs, milk, and similar products
Role: domesticated Pokégirl
Libido: Average, seasonally can be Extreme
Strong Vs: mouse-types, bird-types
Weak Vs: dog-types
Attacks: Scratch, Bite, Pummel, Leap, Tackle
Enhancements: good night vision, psychic sensitivity, Enhanced Reflexes (x2), Enhanced Strength (x2), Enhanced Speed (x3)
Evolves: Neko Cenneco (Delta bond with tamer, death of child before birth, must be Pokéwoman, unconditional love from father of lost child)
Evolves From: Catgirl (normal)
The Pussycat is often considered the cat lovers equivalent of the Mousewife Pokégirl, although there are many problems with this statement. One of the primary problems with this statement is that the Pussycat is unable to call forth the same protective… battle rage that the Mousewife is considered famous for. However this is countered by the Pussycats better general combat abilities. Also they don't instantly acquire all of the domestic skills like the Mousewife, but will learn fast particular if there tamer is free with "rewards". Unlike the evolution to Catgirl when evolving to Pussycat the Pokégirl’s body will change dramatically. She loses much of the fur on her body, and loses many of the catlike features; she will retain her tail and ears, although feral Pussycats will retain more of their cat like qualities. She will also gain at least one inch in height and at least a cup size sometimes more.
It is highly recommended to not take consider a Pussycat a fighter, their battle capabilities while not spectacular are considered above average for a domestic Pokégirl but nothing against a combat specialist. Although entering a Pussycat’s home without permission is tantamount to poking a Minitop with a stick, not a smart idea. Generally, Pussycats have an average libido, high in spring, and are rather easy to satisfy, particularly if the tamer uses the girl’s “sweet” spots. These areas are generally any area of the girl that is cat-like, in an domestic environment even just brushing a Pussycat’s tail will normally end in the tearing of clothing and much purring. The most sensitive area’s is the base of the tail or ears. In a Harem the Pussycat will generally not vie for the Alpha position and will normally be relegated to the “non-combat” position, she will do her best to turn a camp into a home environment… although early on this will be difficult without training.
As yet there have been no threshold cases of Pussycat.
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This may or may not be the final draft of this chapter