The freezing wind howled against the male human’s bedroom windows as he lay under his bed’s comforter warmly. He was just about ready to have fallen asleep with his cat snuggled by his side, still purring softly as she shared her body’s warmth with her master. The snow on the windows was beginning to turn to ice, melting from the heat that the house gave out and then began to freeze from the wind. The sky was dark and black, covered by the overhead clouds that brought the snow down upon the land and attempting to cover the house. It would take a lot of snow to bury the human though; he lived on the second story of the house.
The light-skinned, green eyed human had turned over to get more comfortable, but his eyes began to flutter as his face caught light. The human, known in some circles of the World Wide Web as Joe_of_All_Trades, turned his face away from the light. God damn it, he thought. That fuckin’ street light and that broken fuckin’ window. Joe continued to turn his head, but the light was still on his face. He rolled over and buried his face into his pillow. I hate that broken window blind. One hole that just so happens to shine that street light in my face. I swear I’m gonna… Suddenly, Joe’s mind shook the cobwebs out that were slowing down his thought process. Wait, I don’t live there anymore. I moved out of my apartment and into this place. There aren’t any street lights out here…Joe opened his eyes and looked straight ahead. He took in a gasp of air, but was too overcome with terror to scream. It was not something from the outside that was glowing; he was glowing. Joe slowly started to shake from the emotions that were starting take over his rational thought, but not before he noticed himself fading.
A minute later, the cat who had been sleeping soundly next to her master awoke to the missing body heat. She slowly crawled out form the covers of the bed and looked around, wondering how her master was able to get out of the bed without awakening her and where he had gone to. When there was no sign of him, she walked to the foot of the bed and curled up into a ball, facing the door of the room. Within a few minutes, she was fast asleep.
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Joe Trades awoke on a small cot, lying in a stone cold cell. He had been partially covered with a blanket when he opened his eyes from his slumber, but quickly covered his upper body with it. He was in his boxer shorts, and the cold, chilling air was not keeping him warm. He looked around nervously, shaking from both the temperature and the fear that was empowering him. Slowly remembering the events that snatched him from his room, his mind began racing. Where the fuck am I?! Am I dead? Am I In Hell? Was I abducted? Wha…Wha…The human male started shaking within the cell, feeling tears begin to form in his eyes. Waking up in a cell half naked and not knowing anything, except confusion and terror was starting to take its toll on the young man. He did not know if his teeth were chattering from the cold or from his feelings.
My God…how long have I been here? Hours? Minutes? Why can’t I remember coming into this cell? I was awake before…oh God-OH-GOD “Oh God…” whispered out from his lips. He whimpered, “I’m not supposed to be here…I’m not supposed to be here…”
The sound of a metal door clanged open and the human jumped. He stopped moving and silently listened as he heard soft, faint footsteps. They were coming in his direction slowly, and started getting louder as they continued on their path. The owner of the footsteps stopped outside the bars of the cell and looked at the man.
The owner was a young woman, who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She seemed to have had a light complexion, but it had gotten darker, as if she had been out in the sun tanning for a long while. Her hair came down just past her shoulders and was pitch black. Oddly enough, she had bright red highlights that streaked her hair. Her eyes were something of a mix between blue and green, and seemed to sparkle and shine, as if they were creating their own source of light. She wore a red lacey dress with a skirt that ended halfway down her bare thighs. She wore matching red high heel shoes, making her stand roughly five and a half feet tall, just a couple inches taller than Joe. To him, she seemed to embody the very definition of beauty.
The stunning woman and Joe stood staring at each other for a few seconds, not saying a word. Suddenly, without any warning, the woman yelled, “GUARD! Guard!” Joe continued to stare at the woman, beginning to shake again as his mind began to fill with ideas about what this person was going to say. The woman must have realized that she had frightened him, because she gave Joe a warm smile. Joe had then noticed that her lipstick matched her dress. “Don’t worry,” she said softly. “You won’t be in here long.”
When a stomping of footsteps reached the woman, Joe almost screamed. He saw a half dog, half person wearing clothes to cover its fur. “Gina, why is this man not wearing any sort of clothing besides that little bit? It is freezing down here.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Cordelia,” the dog-person spoke, to Joe’s surprise. “But it was ordered that the captive be taken here until he is…questioned.”
“He is not to be questioned,” the red clothed beauty called Cordelia said sternly. “Who ordered this?”
“Miss Rose did.”
“Well, I’m going to go see Rose then,” she almost hissed at the dog-woman. “In the meantime, I want you to either get this man another blanket or some decent clothes. I still can’t believe that you allowed this to occur. He could have froze down here in this…this…” The dark-haired let out a small screech before she walked off in the direction that the two both came from.
The dog-woman, who was called Gina, watched as the red goddess stomped off. She then turned toward Joe, who was still sitting in the cell and staring at the beast in bewilderment, and stated, “You might be able to lure that one, but you sure as Hell don’t fool me. Miss Cordelia might be able to talk to Miss Rose, but you sure aren’t going to get away from Blitzen. That Dominatrix hasn’t been able to get fresh meat for quite some time…and she would be submissive for her next twenty tamings…if she could have you for a mere half an hour.” The dog-girl grinned viciously. “I’ll get you a blanket to keep you warm, but cold should be the last thing that you should be worry about.” Chuckling slowly, she walked back the way she and Cordelia came. By the time she got to the end of the corridor, Joe could hear her laughing.
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After what seemed like an hour, Joe heard the metal door clang open again. The dog-girl called Gina was back with another female, but this one was wearing a nurse’s uniform. The new woman seemed roughly the same age as the beautiful goddess named Cordelia, but she did not look as good. Her face was sharp, almost manly. Her body was very feminine, however, and it showed in her outfit. Her hair had a butch cut and was mostly pink, but had black streaks all over. “C’mon,” the nurse cursed. “Time for you to get up.”
Joe stood up, wrapping his two blankets around himself and trying to be as modest as he could. “E…excuse…me,” he asked timidly. “Wh…where are we, exactly.”
The two stared at him through the bars without saying anything. Finally, the nurse asked, “What? After seeing her, you still don’t know?” She had pointed at Gina as she asked. When Joe shook his head, she spoke, “Well, Gina is a Growltit, if that rings any bells.”
Joe stared at the two with a surprised look on his face. You mean, he thought. I’m here; in the Pokégirl World? How can that be?
“The look on his face says it all,” Gina sneered. “He knows where he is. Well author, it’s time for you to meet Blitzen. You remember her, don’t you? She’s the one that has been aching to meet you ever since they brought you in here. She’s gonna have fun asking you questions…”
“Where exactly is here,” Joe asked with less fear, but it still did not help that he was starting shake.
“That isn’t important,” the nurse said. “And I’ll give you some free advice: Don’t act tough with Blitzen. If she were here when you just asked what you just did, you’d be spitting out a tooth or two right about now. She asks the questions, and you answer them; that’s how this game is played. Got it?” The nurse waited for Joe to nod, then continued, “Alright. Now get out of there. The more you keep her waiting, the meaner she’s gonna get with you.”
The three walked down the corridor that lead out of the detention center, the nurse in front, Joe in the middle, and Gina in the back. When they got to the metal door, the nurse opened it and they all walked into the “new” section of the building. It was a larger room that appeared to be a chamber that separated the jail that Joe was in from the rest of the building. There was another Growltit behind a glasslike booth that seemed to watch who came into the detention center and who left. The three walked through the room, after the booth Growltit pushed a button that unlocked the door they needed to get through.
The next room was another corridor; this one was made of some kind of brown stone. Joe was starting to shiver from the cold his bare feet was absorbing from it. There were a few rooms that were shut by some sort of metal doors, but Joe did not know what type of metal they were. It reminded him from something out of a horror movie. The group stopped outside one of the closed doors. The nurse put her hand on the large, metal latch that locked the door, but did not open it. She turned her face in Joe’s direction and said, “Remember what I said about Blitzen.” After that reminder, she opened the door and stepped out of the doorway. Gina pushed Joe to move inside the room, and he did as he was told.
The room had all sorts of different types of instruments hanging on the wall to his right. Different kinds of whips, knives, and other things that made Joe turn away from fear. A young, and VERY beautiful, blonde woman stood waiting in the center of the room, watching him the entire time since he came in. She was wearing black leather, or what appeared to be leather, thigh high stiletto boots that seemed to fit her legs so well, Joe could have swore they were a part of her body. The blonde, who Joe assumed was Blitzen, was wearing a leather-like black corset, just as tight as anything else she had on with gloves that came up to her biceps. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and kept any hair form getting into her face. She was holding a riding crop in her hands, and snapped it up and down within the palm of her hand as she continued to stare at her “victim.”
“Gina,” the Dominatrix said in a soft, but commanding tone. “Please tie the boy’s hands to that hook hanging from the ceiling and raise it so his feet are barely touching the ground.” She walked over to the human as the Growltit did as she was ordered, swaying her hips seductively with every step that she took. When she was standing in front of Joe, she grabbed his right nipple, since the blankets had fallen off of him when his hands were bond and hoisted up into the air, and leaned into the opposite ear. “Ohhh,” she whispered sinisterly into it. “I’m going to have sssoooooo much fun with you.” She looked at Gina and ordered, “Leave us.” Joe heard the Growltit walk out the door, slam it shut, and heard the lock snap into place.
The Dominatrix squeezed Joe’s nipple for a few more seconds, then released it. Walking a few steps backward, showing Joe her bare and perfect backside, she stood a few moments, as if teasing him. She then turned around and looked straight at him, sternly. Raising her riding crop above her head, she smiled as it came down upon his bare chest. Joe heard the snap of the instrument against his chest before he felt the sharp, sting of the crop and winced in pain, crying out quietly. The Dominatrix looked at him, slightly shocked by the way he handled her hit. “Well well,” she cooed. “I guess you wanna try to be tough with me, huh? Well…let’s see if we can fix that for you.”
She walked over to the young man again in the same seductive way, grinning like a cat that had just caught a fish. She hooked the riding crop to her corset so that she could have both her hands free. Continuing to smile, she looked down at the only scrap of clothing Joe was wearing. “I don’t think that you’ll be needing that anymore. Why don’t I just remove you from its burden.”
Before Joe could protest, the blonde beauty grabbed his boxers and tore them in two. He closed his eyes and could feel his face starting to go red from the embarrassment of being completely naked in front of such an attractive stranger. “Oh my,” Blitzen said as she ran her gloved hands up and down Joe’s now bare hips and thighs. “It must be too cold in here for you. You’re smaller than I thought. I hope this heat from my rubbing can help you.” The Dominatrix began rubbing the human’s exposed genitals as well, trying to stimulate certain reproductive parts.
The rubbing was helping greatly and Joe’s face was getting more and more red from the natural reaction of unwanted pleasure from the pokégirl. “P…please,” he whimpered out. “Please stop.”
The Dominatrix flashed him an angry look. She squeezed Joe’s testicles hard, so hard that he cried out from the pain. “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?! Was THAT an order?!” She squeezed them even tighter, causing the human to scream out more. “I give the orders! GOT IT?!”
She held onto them and asked Joe the same question until he screamed, “YES!”
“’Yes’ what? You say, ‘Yes’ or ‘No Miss Blitzen.’”
“Yes, Miss Blitzen!”
Smiling, the Dominatrix released Joe’s reproductive organs and watched the relief set into her victim’s face. She put her arms around the human’s neck, but Joe had lowered his face towards the floor in shame. The taller pokégirl grabbed the hair on the back of his head and raised his head back so it was level with hers. Her eyes gleamed into Joe’s, golden irises that matched the owner’s hair were the only things that he could see and focus on. The Dominatrix then passionately kissed her victim, entering her tongue passed the two sets of lips and began rubbing the inside of his mouth. Joe was too scared to fight back and was starting run out of breath. When he thought he could not take anymore, the blonde released her hold from him, and slapped his face hard, stinging as bad as the riding crop.
“Now then, since we got that out of the way, why don’t you tell me what you know?” The pokégirl took a few steps back, but continued to face him.
“A…about what,” Joe stammered.
The Dominatrix grinned evilly, “I was hoping you’d play rough with me…” She walked over to the tools and devices that hung on the wall. Joe watched as she got a small, one foot whip off a rack. It had one handle, but there were many different ends that were made for hitting flesh multiple places at once.
“This is one of my favorites,” Blitzen exclaimed. “It’s called a ‘Cat of Nine Tails.’ Now, tell me what you know about controlling this world.” She moved behind Joe after she finished the question. He could feel her moving directly behind him.
“I…I don’t know what you mean,” Joe let out softly.
CRACK!
Joe felt what only could be described as sharp stings along his back soon after he heard the crack of the leather. His body shook and twitched as his nerves set the signals to his brain, causing him to scream out in agony. “I asked you once; I’m not going to ask again.” She whipped him again, this time across his lower back. Joe screamed again, tears falling from his eyes onto his cheeks. Blitzen was not letting up. In fact, she was motivated to work faster. She continued to whip him repeatedly, laughing as she did so. The pain was becoming too much for him to bear. After a few more cracks, Joe passed out.
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Joe awoke in a daze, lying on his back and facing up at a white ceiling. Groaning, he closed his eyes and turned over on his side. Christ, he thought. What a weird ass dream. Getting whipped around like that…Christ… As he finished turning over and settled in his bed, a sensual voice ask, “Are you finally awake?”
Joe’s mind stopped, wondering if he was still dreaming or just hallucinating. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the gorgeous woman, who he assumed was a pokégirl, which had been wearing the red, lacey dress. She was not in the dress anymore, but in a green, shiny robe that seemed a little too short for her. The color seemed to almost match her bright, shining eyes. Joe looked at her in shock because she was also lying in his bed. It did take him a few seconds to realize that he was not in his bed. This bed was much bigger and the sheets were made of white silk, or at least that is what they felt like. “Who…who are you? And where am I?”
The pokégirl smiled beautifully at him. “I’m Cordelia, and you’re in my private quarters.” She placed her hand on his head. “Are you feeling alright? I had Barb fix you up as soon as I saw what happened.” After she stated the last sentence, she seemed to look hurt.
“Who’s Barb? What…what exactly happened to me? I mean,” Joe started to sit up, but felt sore all along his back and fell back down, closing his eyes due to a small amount of pain.
When he winced, Cordelia moved directly to where he laid and put her soft hands along his shoulders. “Please, uh…oh my…um,” the half covered beauty started to look embarrassed. “I’m not too sure what to call you. I…don’t even know your name.”
Joe looked at the slightly blushing pokégirl and began to feel a little empathetic. “Joe,” he said. “My name is Joe Trades.”
Cordelia looked into his eyes, and smiled. Nervously, she asked, “Are you the one called, ‘Joe_of_All_Trades?’”
Joe looked at her questionably. “How would you know that?”
Cordelia opened her mouth, but closed it, as if she was a five-year-old that had almost told someone a secret. She looked away from him and asked, “I know that you want me to tell you right now, but please trust me in that I can’t.” She looked at him, her eyes shining like two gorgeous gems held up in the sunlight. “Can you please just put your faith into me and know that I’m looking out for your best interests and don’t want any harm to come to you? Do you believe me?” She continued her doe-like stare at him.
“Sure,” Joe said. “I’ll believe you, I mean, you saved me from that psycho bitch Blitzen. What’s her deal anyway?”
Cordelia smiled, as if a large weight had been lifted from her. “I’m sooo glad you trust me!” She fell on top of him and gave him a tight, snuggling hug. Joe was a little uncomfortable at first from the affection, but began to hug her back after a few seconds. For about a minute, the two embraced each other until they were tired. Cordelia looked into Joe’s eyes and said, “Please forgive Blitzen. I know that you don’t want to right now, and I completely agree as to why, but she was following orders. Some of the others think that you are a threat. But when I looked at you in that cell, your face, your eyes, I just knew that you were not going to hurt us. I just know that you’re the answer to all our prayers; not like the rest of those bigots…” Cordelia looked a little sad when she ended her last sentence.
“Um, Cordelia,” Joe asked. “What do you mean by ‘others?’ Are there more people from my world here?”
Cordelia looked away from Joe and got off of him. “Um, I can’t tell you just yet. Only that they aren’t here any longer. I’ll tell you as soon as I’m allowed to.” She looked back at him and asked, “Are you mad at me?”
Joe put his hands on her soft shoulders. “No,” he assured her. “Not at all. I’m a little frustrated that you are keeping secrets from me, but I’m not going to endanger the only person that has been nice to me, that’s showed me any compassion since I’ve been here. I might want answers, I’m not ungrateful.”
Cordelia looked as if she was about to cry. “Thank you. I don’t know if I’d be able to be as nice if I was in the same situation. My Gods…you must be so scared and worried. I didn’t even think about what you are feeling right now. This information could help you…and I’m not telling you anything. I’m…I’m so sorry!” She moved into Joe’s shoulder and started to weep. Not sure exactly what to do, Joe started rub both her back and the back of her head.
After a few minutes of comforting Cordelia and telling her that everything was okay, she calmed down and looked back up at him. “I’m…I’m feeling a little sweaty and tired. I wanna try to clean off, but I don’t think I can manage it myself.” She started to blush a little bit, but asked nervously, “Um, would you be able to help me out? I mean, I’d help clean you up too. That is, if you want me to…”
Joe looked at the beautiful pokégirl’s eyes and tried to keep his jaw from dropping. After a few seconds of calming himself down, he responded, “Sure, I can do that for you. It’s the least I can do for my savior.” The two them smiled lightly at each other, then started to giggle.
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It had been about Noon when Joe had awoken in Cordelia’s bed. The two had both taken a shower, then a long bath together. By the time the two had finished, it was about two in the afternoon. They had gone back to her bed and took a small nap. Actually, it was technically their second nap, since they both had dozed off in the bath they both were sharing. The two awoke later in the evening, when a maid, who looked exactly like a female human, brought the two their dinner. The maid had also brought up a long, dark blue robe for the human male. When Joe felt it, he was not sure if it too was made of silk or not.
The meal was set out over a balcony that was three floors above the ground that was still part of Cordelia’s private quarters. On the balcony, Joe saw that Cordelia’s room overlooked a small town of sorts. He was not interested in the structures of the town, but they did seem to fit the setting of the place. When he looked out at the horizon, he saw lots of vegetation, but was not sure what kind it was. The outside air was very humid, and he was beginning to sweat just for being outside. His body was used to winter, but this felt like the middle of summer.
As the two ate on the balcony at a small table, the two started to have a serious discussion. “Um, Cordelia? I don’t mean to sound too nosey, but…um…what breed of pokégirl are you?”
The aqua-eyed goddess grinned seductively at him. “Hmm, why don’t you guess?”
Joe took another bite of what tasted like roasted chicken to him and asked, “Are the tattoos on your arms a hint?”
She nodded.
“Is your hair a giveaway too?”
“Kinda…the red isn’t. I just like the look.”
“Um…an Ingenue?”
She shook her head.
“Uh…a Witch?”
“Nope.”
“I really don’t know,” Joe took a sip of his drink. It tasted a little bitter, but the maid had said that it had alcohol in it. Since Joe did not pass up a free drink, he did not want to waste it. “What kind are you?”
“I’m a Goth,” Cordelia told him. “It’s kinda hard to tell I guess. My skin isn’t pale anymore.”
“Oh,” Joe said. “I wouldn’t have guessed that. I thought Goths had a bleak view of the world. You don’t seem to have that. You seem very gentle and kind; at least that’s how I’ve been treated.”
“Is that what you call what we shared?” The Goth grinned lustfully. “Just ‘gentle and kind?’”
Joe blushed. “Um, well uh…what league are we in, Cordelia?” Joe asked the question to try to change the subject. “I was wondering because I was in the middle of winter before I came across, and it feels like summer. I’m not really used to this humidity either.”
“Oh?” The Goth asked. “Well, where were you from?”
“I come from what I call the Indigo Bay. To be more specific, the place is now underwater between Indigo and Crescent Leagues.” After Cordelia nodded and Joe took another gulp of his drink, he asked, “So what league is this?”
“Well…” she trailed off. Looking out over the balcony, she finished, “I’m not sure how much you know about the league that we are in. I’m a little nervous to tell you. A lot of people are against us even existing.”
“Cordelia,” Joe said. He waited until she looked back at him, “There’s no way to be certain unless you tell me.”
The Goth looked at him nervously and whispered a single word. It was so soft; Joe almost did not hear her say it. “Dark.”
Joe sat staring at her for a few seconds not saying a word. Slowly, he asked, “Dark? As in the former continent of Africa?” After the worried looking pokégirl nodded, the human asked, “I heard that there was no civilization out here, hence why it is called ‘Dark.’ The only thing I heard was out here was ‘Sanctuary,’ that is run by the…” Joe trailed off, not finishing his sentence.
“Run by the Sanctuary Goths,” Cordelia ended. The two sat in silence for some time, staring at each other. A few times, Joe looked out across the balcony out at the scenery to break their awkward staring. After the maid returned to refresh the couple’s drinks and inform them that their desert would arrive shortly, the Sanctuary Goth asked, “What are thinking right now, Joe?”
“I’m…I’m…” Joe answered slowly. “I’m not exactly sure. I mean, almost all of the Pokégirl stories that are out on the sites that I went to, at least the ones that I read, were about tamer’s journeys. I personally never read anything about Sanctuary and almost nothing about Dark Continent. The only thing that I took from other authors in informal chats and discussions was that a bunch of pokégirls retreated into Dark Continent to start a place that was virtually human-free. Other than that, I’m just kinda thinking, ‘Wow…I’m in Africa.’” Joe took another drink from his glass.
The Sanctuary Goth stared at the human dumbfounded. “You mean…you’re not mad? Most humans that have come into Dark Continent against their will are usually either terrified or have been sentenced to exile. It’s not a very safe place for humans…especially males.”
“Well,” Joe said. “I guess I’m lucky to have such a beautiful guide with me to make sure that I don’t get into trouble.” He smiled at the tanned-skinned pokégirl that was wearing the same small, green robe she had on before they both showered and bathed. Joe was feeling a little embarrassed after realizing how corny he had just sounded and started to blush a little bit. To cover his nervousness, he turned away from the, now smiling, S-Goth and looked back at the scenery of what was Sanctuary.
Soon, the maid returned with the dessert and the two ate slowly. “Um, Cordelia,” Joe asked. “Where will I be sleeping tonight? Will my room be far away from here, or right down the hall?” The Sanctuary Goth looked at Joe with a blank stare. After a few seconds, she started to giggle. Feeling a little dumb, the human asked, “What’s so funny?”
A few seconds later, Cordelia was able to stop laughing and answered him. “I’m sorry, Dear. I thought it was obvious. You’ll be staying in my quarters with me.”
“Oh,” Joe said. “I didn’t see another room that joined your place here. So you have a guest room or a couch that I can sleep on or…? Hey! What’s so funny?!”
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Joe stirred as a smooth, soft leg began rubbing up against him. He opened his eyes, still in a haze from awakening. He felt a hand rub against his bare chest as he continued to lay in comfort. Wait a sec, he thought. That isn’t my hand… He turned his head in the direction where the hand originated from and saw a large amount of black hair. It took him a few seconds to remember the events from the day before, but when he did, Joe relaxed, or at least tried to. His head ached as if he had a hangover, but he did not feel as though he was drunk. He began thinking about the night that he and Cordelia had just shared and smiled. I hope all are nights are like that…I don’t think it would get old.
Feeling energized from that one memory alone, Joe decided that he should get up from sleeping in. His was not sure if his “well rested” sleep was from the bed that he slept in, or if it was from the “activity” that he and his “partner” did. He made his way to the bathroom, after he slowly and cautiously kept out of the bed without awakening his “bed partner,” and looked around.
The bathroom was made of some kind of smooth, brown stone that was surprisingly warm to the touch. Another odd thing about the room itself was the sheer size of it. Joe remembered that his entire apartment that he had lived in for a few years was probably smaller than Cordelia’s bathroom alone. Half of it was the bathtub itself, which appeared to be a hole in the floor. Actually, it reminded Joe of a large “Jacuzzi Bath,” but without the water jets. The shower was odd to him as well. It seemed as though it was a large closet that got converted into a shower. It only had one large, glass door. All of the walls were of the same stone as the bathroom. There were three showerheads that stuck out from the stone walls, making it idle if two people were to share the shower at the same time.
Joe got into the shower and started cleaning himself. After a few minutes of being alone and thinking about the situation he was in, the glass door of the shower opened up. The human looked to see who it was and felt a little embarrassed. Cordelia stood in the doorway, without a shred of clothing on her. Smiling, she stated, “I called the cooks to bring us breakfast. They should have it ready in another hour.”
Joe smiled lightly at her, feeling a little foolish that he covered himself. “It’s gonna take that long? Well, what are they cooking?”
“Eggs, some fried KATTLE, some more of that drink that you liked from last night,” she gleamed.
Joe frowned a little bit, “Not that I’m complaining too much, but it takes that long to make breakfast? Is it a busy time for them right now?”
“No.”
“Okay, why is it taking so long?”
“I asked them to wait…”
“Uh, why?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” With that question, and still smiling, the S-Goth walked into the shower.
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After the two finished “showering,” they dried themselves off and put on their robes. The two had a few more minutes to wait before their breakfast came, so they decided to sit out on the balcony. The sun was already out and the part of Sanctuary that they could see was already lively. Pokégirls were walking along the streets, some with ‘kits, some going into the buildings. “Hey Cordelia,” Joe asked. “What should I do about getting some clothes?”
The Sanctuary Goth smiled. “Clothes? What do you need clothes for? I want you to stay in my quarters, and never leave.”
Joe frowned at her. “That’s not funny, Cordelia.”
“I wanna keep you in a cage,” the aqua-eyed vixen giggled. “And I wanna only take you out when I wanna play with you.” The pretty S-Goth continued to giggle as she thought about her fantasy.
Thankfully, the maid, who was now some sort of cat-type, had arrived with their food. She brought them scrambled eggs, toast, fried KATTLE, and fried potatoes. It looked like a nice, hearty breakfast that Joe could have mistaken came from the world that he was from. The only two things that reminded him that he was in the pokégirl world was the drink he was having and that he was sharing his breakfast with the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. When the cat-maid finished serving them, Cordelia asked her to fetch some clothes that would fit him. The maid nodded and left without saying a word.
The two began to talk about the food. Joe had said that he was not sure how the food in the pokégirl world was different, but did state that he knew the KATTLE were pretty much the main source of food and could be used for a variety of different things. Cordelia began to ask what Joe’s world was like, to which Joe described it to her the best that he could. It took up most of the breakfast, leaving Joe feeling like he was talking too much. He actually needed refill his drink twice, but Cordelia did it for him. All the while, she listened with interest. The pokégirl seemed to like the harmony that both men and women shared within Joe’s country, since he needed to explain that his world was divided much like the pokégirl world was.
After their meal, the two walked back into the bedroom. Joe saw that there were some clothes laid out upon the bed, which had been made with clean sheets. “Um, Cordelia?” Joe held up the shirt.
Cordelia looked at him and replied, “Yes, those are yours. I have clothes in the closet.” As she went over to the closet, Joe looked at what he was to wear. He had what appeared to be regular boxers, socks, and a Tee Shirt, but the pants are what got his eyes to double in size. Joe held up a pair of, what he guessed to be black, tight KATTLE shorts.
“Um, Cordelia,” Joe asked nervously. “I don’t think that I should be wearing these…”
The Sanctuary Goth looked at the shorts. “Why? What’s wrong with them?”
“Even if I can fit into these things, which I might not be able to, I don’t think these are…appropriate. I’d look like a fool.”
“Aw,” Cordelia walked back over to the human, stressing out ‘aw’ and pouting as she did so. “I think that they’d make your nice, tight ass stand out. All the other ‘girls will be all over you in those.” She started grinning and giggling.
“Yeah, that’s my point,” Joe retorted. “I really don’t think I have the ass for these.”
“You don’t think you do,” she cooed. The S-Goth then walked him over to a full length body mirror she had and turned him so that his side was facing it. “Why don’t you put those on and look at yourself in that. Then we’ll see, won’t we?” She finished the sentence with a wink.
Joe walked backed over to the bed and got dressed. When he was able to squeeze into the, literally, tight-ass shorts he walked over to the mirror. Though Joe did not like the style, they did seem to fit him well.
“See,” Cordelia said as she finished putting on her black dress. “I told you would have the ass for them.” Giggling, she kissed his cheek and walked toward the door of the apartment. “Come along, I want you see some things.”
Joe followed the black-haired goddess out into a large hallway. The corridor looked like any other hallway Joe had seen in a large hotel. As the two reached the end, they entered into an elevator. Cordelia pushed a button that was labeled “G” and two started descending. When the elevator stopped, the two left and were in a lobby. As the two were leaving the building, Joe saw a dog-type pokégirl sitting at the desk. She looked at him for a few seconds, smiled, then returned back to her computer monitor at the desk.
The couple walked out into the hot sunlight and into Sanctuary. Cordelia showed Joe shops where she brought her clothing from, products that they used daily, such as soaps, tooth cleaning supplies, etc were in another shop, and she even showed him a food market she went to. Cordelia explained that she normally did not do the shopping that was not clothes unless she wanted to help out her servants.
As the two continued to walk down the streets, they came to a much larger building than the rest. “This is one of the places that I wanted to show you,” she explained.
“What is it,” Joe asked.
“This is a school designed for pokékits and human children alike. It teaches all the things that human run leagues do…and much more information than their normal curriculum.”
“How do you know what the other league schools teach,” Joe asked. “I mean, did you guys steal a text book or something?”
The S-Goth smiled. “We have our ways of getting things…”
As the two started towards the school, Joe thought of another thing. “Hey, Cordelia? I understand that humans and pokégirls need to live together, but isn’t this a little dangerous?”
Cordelia turned back and looked at Joe questionably. “What do you mean?”
“Well, kids don’t exactly know how to control themselves, at least human children. Isn’t it a little dangerous to just throw in a bunch of girls with super powers into the mix; especially ones that are still learning how to control those powers? They could hurt someone.”
“That is true,” Cordelia said as she turned back toward the school. She waited for Joe to catch up with her and start walking side-by-side with him before she continued. “Of course there is always the risk of harming another when someone has their natural abilities. But should those said children with those natural abilities be treated differently? Just because they were born stronger or better, even though that is a matter of opinion, they should be treated differently? Segregating people is not the solution.
“We think that the ‘kits who have natural abilities should learn to control them right away. Sadly, someone usually needs to get hurt. When that occurs, there is a quick response staff of ‘Joys that care for human children and ‘kits alike. The child is punished for hurting the other, but the inner feelings and guilt that they feel from causing pain, to someone they know and sometimes care about, that pain and guilt makes them, drives them to have control over themselves. That is what causes them to be more responsible and caring people. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Joe continued to think in silence at Cordelia’s question. Sure, he thought. The guilt of hurting someone would make a child want to control themselves from that day forth, but isn’t there an easier, less painful, way of doing it?
As the two walked through the hallway of the school, Cordelia stopped outside of one of the rooms. She knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it. An orange-haired and pointy eared pokégirl opened the door and greeted them. As the couple entered the room, the foxy, in more ways than one, teacher greeted them to the class. “Class, we have two special guests that will be with us for a little bit today. I will allow them to introduce themselves.” She turned to the couple who stood at the front of the classroom.
When Joe looked around the room, he was reminded of his own elementary school days. There were alphabets lined up along the walls. One was the English Alphabet, one was the Spanish Alphabet, but he did not recognize the other ones. There were pictures made by the students posted along the walls too. The students themselves were made up of both humans and pokékits, all of them staring intently at the S-Goth and human adults. The students must have been six or seven years old by Joe’s guess.
“Hello everyone,” the Sanctuary Goth began. “How have your classes been so far today?” After the students all answered “good” in unison, she continued. “My name is Miss Cordelia. Can anyone guess what type of pokégirl I am?” After a few guesses, she hinted, “Here’s a hint. I work in the big, big building…”
Joe was surprised that the class shouted, “A GOTH!”
“Yes, that’s right. Does anyone know what kind of pokégirl he is?” The students started laughing and shouted that Joe was a human. “Yes, that’s right. He’s name is Joe and he’s currently visiting us right now, but I hope that he will decide to stay with us. Well, we are going to let your teacher continue with her lessons. We will wait for a break and then you all ask us questions. Does that sound good?”
After the students all agreed, the two found some seats at a small table in the back. The “foxy” teacher went back up to the front and started back with the lesson that she was teaching. She was teaching a math lesson about addition and subtraction, something that Joe had not thought about consciously for years. Cordelia had gotten out a piece of paper and a pencil. She wrote something down on it and slid it next to Joe. It read, “Since we can’t talk during the lesson, we can use this to talk to one another.”
Joe picked up the pencil and started writing, “Are we gonna get in trouble for passing notes in class?” He then ended it with a “winking face” and slid it back to his table partner. She read it and smiled.
“Maybe we will get detention together…and need to stay after class with each other.”
“Do you think that we will be able to work on our anatomy together?”
“Why wouldn’t we be able to?”
The two continued to write messages to each other, occasionally looking up at the teacher, chalkboard, or students that occasionally looked back at the two out of interest or curiosity. The class was able to have a break, in which the students then went to the table the couple sat at. Most of the questions were directed for Joe, being that he was “from the outside,” as the children put it. Joe explained that he was from a place far away. When asked to why he came, he said that he wanted to learn about how everyone lived here. Cordelia then stated that she and the other S-Goths had brought him to Sanctuary because they were going to ask for his help. She ended that conversation with a “if he decides to help us.”
The two continued to answer less serious questions. As the break ended, the couple decided that they would use it to leave. The two said their goodbyes and they walked out the door. The two began to walk outside and back to Cordelia’s Quarters and started a conversation. “Well, that was kinda fun,” Joe said. “It sure brought back some memories of when I was a child.”
The S-Goth smiled. “I’ll bet you were a good boy all throughout your days.”
“I was kinda a troublemaker back at that age.”
The goddess gasped. “Did you pull little girls’ pigtails and look up their skirts?”
“No! Girls have cooties.” The two laughed at the joke. After a few seconds, Joe asked, “Hey Cordelia?”
She smiled at him. “Yes?”
“I…I was just thinking. What did you mean back there?”
“What do you mean?”
“The part about my help; I mean, I’m just a regular guy. There isn’t any way that I could help you all out.” Joe looked at the S-Goth, but she had a blank expression on her face.
Cordelia stopped walking and waited for Joe to face her. “You’re wrong about that,” she said slowly. “I can’t tell you right now, but you are a lot more valuable than you know.” She looked at him and Joe found himself peering into her beautiful, shining eyes. “Will you please give me a little more time and just believe what I say?” Her face seemed to be filled with pain and anguish as she pleaded to the human.
“Sure,” Joe said as he hugged the pokégirl. “It’s not that big of a deal. I mean, I’d really liked to know why I was kidnapped, but if you’re not able to tell me why just yet, I can wait.” Joe was not sure, but he thought she heard the S-Goth sobbing a little into his chest. He put his hand on the back of her head and held her close to him.
After about a minute, Joe heard Cordelia whisper softly. “Thank you. Thank you for being so understanding.” He kept hugging the black-haired beauty until she calmed down. When she finally did, she wiped her eyes, since she had been crying a little bit, and the two continued on their journey.
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“So where are we going now,” Joe asked Cordelia, who was finishing packing up a rather large basket that she had stuffed with a quilt, food, and drinks. It had been three days since the two had gone to the school and they had begun to travel more around Sanctuary since then. Cordelia had been with Joe most of the time, but sometimes she would leave to go to meetings with the other S-Goths. However, she would not be gone for more than two hours at a time. Today, she had said that she had a surprise planned for the two of them. “It seems like we are going on a picnic.”
“We are,” she gleamed. “But this isn’t an ordinary picnic. I’m taking you to someplace special.”
“Ah, one of those ‘secret picnics’?” Joe ended the sentence with a wink.
“Maybe…if you play your cards right,” she giggled. “But seriously, it is a special place of mine that I like to go. I…I kinda wanted to share it with you.” She turned away from him and turned her attention toward the basket that she was preparing. Joe was not sure, but he thought that she was blushing. Joe was getting his shirt on and was looking in the mirror when the S-Goth asked, “Do you know how to use one of these?” When he looked over at her, she was holding a revolver.
“Uh, Cordelia,” Joe asked nervously. “Is that a…gun?”
“Well, it’s an elemental pistol, if that’s what you are asking.” When Joe continued to stare at her, she explained. “We are not going to be in Sanctuary and there might be ferals out there. I know how to teleport, but I rather you be safe if I were to be immobilized. So, do you know how to use one of these or not?”
Joe walked over to her and took it. Examining it, he stated, “I pull the hammer back like this, point it at my target, and pull the trigger, right?” When the pokégirl nodded, Joe asked, “There are six rounds in this gun, and I should have only six shots. These things will hurt the ferals, but they will not be able to kill them with just one shot, unless I get lucky, right?”
“That is correct,” Cordelia said. “This is only to buy us some time, not to save our lives. If there is too much, I will teleport us out, but if I can’t do so, just run back the way we came. Don’t try and save me.” Looking at Joe with her sparkling, aqua eyes, she asked, “Will you promise me that?”
Joe tried to say “yes” to her, but after a few seconds, he answered, “I can’t promise that. I’m not going to leave you behind to become feral food. I know I’d be useless in a fight, especially after six shots with this, but I’m not gonna run and leave the only person who’s been kind to me this whole time. Without you, I’m as good as dead.”
Cordelia blushed and looked as though she was about to cry. “Thank you, for being so kind. I guess we will just need to hope nothing happens, huh?” The two stared into the other’s faces for about a minute, until Cordelia broke the silence. “Well, I better start getting dressed. Otherwise we’ll never go.” Smiling at each other, Joe watched her put on a tight, blue dress.
**********
“Are we there yet, Cordelia?” Joe asked a few steps behind the blue dressed goddess as they continued to hike up the trail. “I don’t see how you can hike up this thing in that dress of yours; or why we couldn’t just teleport here. I think I’m gonna be sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll have Barb look at you when we get back,” she said. Stopping and turning to look Joe in the face, she cooed, “Or you and I could take a nice, long bath together. I could rub your sore muscles…as well as some other ones.”
Trying to control himself from smiling and blushing, which he was failing at, he stated, “So I got something to really look forward to tonight?”
“Why don’t we continue this discussion when we get to the spot?” Cordelia turned around and began walking again.
The two reached the place that they were hiking to. It was a clearing on a cliff that overlooked Sanctuary. Joe usually did not like looking at buildings and did not view them as “beautiful” or “scenic,” but he was wrong in this case. The inhabitants looked like tiny ants, but were still able to be seen from the distance. The vegetation of trees and plants that surrounded Sanctuary made the small piece of Eden, something that Joe once called it the day before, seem as though it was a part of the rainforest. Joe was beginning to be overcome with the thought that Sanctuary was a part of the scenery, rather than simply having been built on it. Sanctuary’s view from the side of the cliff was, for the lack of a better word, breathtaking.
Cordelia got out the quilt that she had packed and spread it over some soft grass that was growing near the edge of the cliff. The two began to eat the food, mostly made up of KATTLE sandwiches and other various snack foods. The S-Goth also brought the drink that Joe had begun to grow quite fond of, even though it caused him a minor hangover the next day. The two talked about various elements of the rainforest, since Joe did not know anything about them. Cordelia told him about the fruits and vegetables that grew out in the wild and which ones that could be eaten, but she explained that he would not ever need to know that kind of information, since he would never need to live out in the wild.
“So,” Cordelia asked as they had finished off their food, roughly thirty minutes after they had sat down on the quilt. “Do you like the place?”
“Not the hike up here,” Joe started. “But yeah, it was worth it.”
The pokégirl moved her back into his chest as they overlooked Sanctuary. “I’m glad you like it. When I’m up here, this is what keeps me from running away.”
Joe looked down at her with a questioning look on his face. “‘From running away’? What do you mean, Cordelia?” He could start to feel the S-Goth tremble in his arms.
“It’s not the way Sanctuary is set up; Sanctuary is perfect. It’s everyone else that scares me.”
“Who? The other S-Goths?”
“No, not them. It’s all the other leagues that scare me. They don’t know that we exist, but it will be only a matter of time now.”
“‘A matter of time’? What has changed recently?”
She looked up at the human with both shame and fear. “Remember then I told you that I knew that you were named Joe_of_All_Trades? Well, I knew that you were an author of this world, that you were not alone. The other Sanctuary Goths brought over a few more of your authors before you. Some of them died. They cursed Sanctuary the whole time, telling us we were nothing but ‘pets’ and ‘sex slaves’ to them and that we should be happy to service them. They were planning on killing all of us.
“Some of the others escaped too. We don’t know if they were able to survive in the wild or what happened to them. We think that they are being helped by leagues, which would mean that it is only a matter of time before they decide to attack us. I don’t think that we’d survive from a joint attack from those male chauvinistic leagues. We’d be as helpless as Kittens against them!” The pokégirl buried her face in the human’s chest.
“You see, we think that you authors have a sort of creation power in this world. An author that could help us defend against them could save us from those bastards.” She looked up at Joe, her eyes shining from the tears and her irises glowing as they always did. “Sanctuary could be destroyed tomorrow if an invasion were to happen. I want to run. Run from this place and start a new life, somewhere far far away from here; a place where I can be safe. But I can’t, I see Sanctuary from here, beautiful, pure and innocent, just like the children we saw at the school, and I can’t leave them.”
She continued to gaze into Joe eyes and asked, “I want to ask you something else, and please be honest. The day that we first saw each other, what did you think of me? I was awestruck when I saw you. I…I never felt like that about anyone, and I had just seen you. I felt as though I had seen you in my dreams, and that I completely knew who you were. I felt as though I was in a Pre-Sukebe child story, that you were a knight and I was a princess. I saw you and I knew everything was going to be okay…as if we were sharing the same thoughts and feelings. Did this happen to you as well?”
Joe never broke his gaze with the pokégirl he held in his arms. “I thought you were the most beautiful, stunning woman that I had ever laid eyes upon. When I awoke after being beaten, and you were beside me, I was almost convinced that you were an angel, and that I had gone to heaven. You were so kind to me then, and still are now. Every time I think and see you, my mind clears and I have tranquility. I only think about how wonderful you smell, the way your eyes shine, how your face lights up when you smile, and can think of nothing else. When I‘m away from you, I wonder how this all came to be. What has happened to us? Is this a form of bonding?”
The S-Goth smiled lightly at him, blushing from all the confessing that the human just gave to her. “Yes, it is. I was not sure if my type was even able to do it, but from what you just said, I know that it must be a bond. Joe, do you know what ‘Recognition’ is?”
“Isn’t it the strongest form of bonding? The one that can happen spontaneously and is almost completely unexplainable?” After the S-Goth nodded, Joe continued. “And you think we have Recognized?”
Cordelia looked slightly nervous. “I’m not positive if we have or not, but I’ve been checking up on everything that we know about the bond and our feelings about each other match its description. We’ve…we’ve completely bonded to each other and have achieved what most pokégirls and their caretakers dream of having. Will…will you stay in Sanctuary with me and help me defend it?” Her eyes continued to glow and sparkle, as if the irises themselves were alive and giving off their own power.
“Yes,” Joe whispered. “Of course I will. I do whatever I can to defend this place, to defend you. After being together with you for our short time, I…I don’t wanna go on the way I did. I…I love you…” As he ended that sentenced, the two kissed. Tears began to fall from both their eyes as they each undid the other’s clothes. Within two minutes, they were making love under the hot, African sun.
**********
“So what is the progress of the ‘Tradesman’?” A pale, black-haired woman asked Cordelia. It had been three days since Joe and her had taken their picnic on the cliffside. Cordelia was standing in front of the council of S-Goths that had commissioned the plan to capture authors from the parallel world in one of the meeting rooms of the Sanctuary Goth Building. "Have you been successful yet?”
“The Tradesman will cooperate with us fully,” Cordelia stated. “I have been using my Aura of Love on him ever since we were in contact with each other. He has also grown accustomed to the charm and love potion hybrid that he’s been drinking daily, as well as my personal techniques and time that we’ve shared. He believes that we have Recognized with each other; he will do anything that I ask him to.” The S-Goth ended with a smile. “That reminds me. Judith, were you able to find ‘The Druid Queen’ yet?”
Another pale, dark-haired woman glared at Cordelia. If looks could kill, the tanned S-Goth would not be alive. “No, we haven’t found her yet! She may be an author, but she isn’t that crafty. She’ll be found…” Judith ended her sentence with a growl.
“I hope so, Judith,” the committee pseudo leader stated. “Things could get…complicated, if she and the Tradesman were to meet. Cordelia, remain with him at all times. Encourage him to find the power within himself. If there ever were an attack, I want him to be used to his full potential. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” Cordelia curtsied. “I will do whatever I can for Sanctuary.”
After Cordelia left the room, the committee started to talk once more. “We will need to keep tabs on her. I don’t want her to actually bond with the author.”
“That is true,” the committee head stated. “We will keep a psychic-type around her and scan her occasionally. Unless something serious occurs, that will be all on the matter. If there is nothing else, meeting adjourned.”
Pokédex Entry
SANCTUARY GOTH, the Ebon Soul Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic/Psychic
Frequency: Extremely Rare, Rare (Dark Continent)
Diet: Human-style foods
Role: Would-be saviors, busybodies.
Libido: N/A
Strong Vs: Fighting, Poison
Weak Vs: Ghost, Bug, Dark
Attacks: Aura of Danger*, Aura of Menace*, Aura of Love*, Aura of Command*, Aura of Fear, Aura of Doom, Call Me Queen, Aura Barrier, Aura Sensation, Teleport, S.E.P.
Enhancements: Suppressed Pack Mentality, Gift of Sight**
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Almost Any (Ebony Stone)
Classified: Information beyond this point is on a need-to-know basis and must never reach the public. Unlawful disclosure of said information is punishable as a capital offense in all leagues.
For years, rumors have circulated the leagues about a breed of Pokégirls who do not require taming, and who live independent of humans. Although such rumors have continuously found their way into tabloids and bar room gossip, they have never been substantiated, and most dismiss them as idle fantasy. Unfortunately, they are wrong. The Sanctuary Goths, as they have dubbed themselves, are the culmination of the leagues' worst nightmares. Living in secret on the Dark Continent, these Pokégirls, if one can still call them such considering that they need neither taming nor master, are the greatest danger to world peace since the Revenge War.
Although the details are unknown, it is generally agreed that the creation of the first Sanctuary Goths (or S-Goths, as they shall henceforth be referred to) occurred in 196 AS. Purportedly, twelve Pokégirls of various breeds discovered a laboratory of Sukebe's. Therein, they were exposed to some manner of "enhancement" device that suppressed the subconscious need for a master to stave off the feral state, and thus the need for taming to stay sane. Their bodies were also physically transformed into Very Near Human types, similar in appearance to the "Goth" breed, but generally retaining hair and eye color from their previous forms.
Since that time, a pseudo-evolutionary stone, the "Ebony Stone," has been identified as being able to, unfortunately, catalyst the creation of more S-Goths from almost any other breed. Upon this "evolution," a Pokégirl loses any animalistic or otherwise inhuman traits, becoming almost identical to a human female in form. Her hair and eyes, however, remain their original colors, and change of breast size is proportionate: although rarely do S-Goths have larger than a D-cup, those who were more well-endowed before evolution will end up around D, whereas those with the D range or so may end up with a generous C and so on. This trend seems to reverse at the lower extremes, however, with A's rounding upward towards a moderate B. The skin of S-Goths also generally becomes pale, although some specimens have been observed to prefer a tan, and a series of tattoos that reflect the S-Goth's personality and background appear on her arms. Although generally black or another dark color, the color of these markings can vary greatly as well.
In addition to these innate traits, however, the vast majority of S-Goths share many other traits. Although these are considered cultural and would normally not be included herein, the circumstances of S-Goth existence dictate that such information be treated as pertinent. In addition to the natural tattoos that appear upon evolution into an S-Goth, many individuals have been known to add additional markings to their skin, often on the legs, but full-body tattooing isn't unknown. A penchant for dark, moody attire also appears to be a common characteristic, one which is often accompanied by similar hairstyles; this is (combined with their shadowy tactics) what has earned them the nickname of "Dark Angels." Many of these tastes are, however, somewhat affected by holdovers from the previous evolutionary form when applicable and so this is by no means the last word on the subject.
In mentality, on the other hand, there is actually very little innate change after evolution to an S-Goth. The only notable aspect in this regard is that which has already been mentioned; their bodies no longer require a tamer to remain tame, and so the ability to form alpha bonds is suppressed under most circumstances. However, the evolution itself does nothing to destroy the existing loyalty of a pokégirl to her master, and it is for this reason that few harem Pokégirls are evolved by Sanctuary. Rather, the evolutionary jump is generally induced in those who have been saved by Sanctuary and indoctrinated in the views and ideals that are ostensibly the base for Sanctuary society. As such, the mindset that will be detailed as "average" herein would likely not be found in an S-Goth evolved outside of that influence.
Regardless of why, however, the general S-Goth mindset is insanely liberal. Officially, the majority believes in "parity," or a theoretical state of equality between humans and Pokégirls. In actuality, however, this belief is somewhat euphemistic; Sanctuary's policies advocate a hideous role-reversal, in which S-Goths may chose a "good" tamer and make him her "pet." Under this system, the S-Goth is considered the dominant member of the relationship, and would be permitted by Sanctuary law to treat him almost in the manner which a human may treat a Pokégirl. The ostensible purpose of this policy is to allow a parthenogenic breed to reproduce, but this has long since been antiquated.
It should be noted, however, that most continue to express an almost fanatical belief in parity and equally due to their indoctrination, despite their blatant lack of its practice. As such, terms such as "tamer" and its variants, or even "master" to a lesser degree are social taboos and most S-Goths find them almost impossible to say. The exceptions are, unfortunately, those who venture into the world at large, however. Due to the ambitions of Sanctuary, many of its daughters have done their best to quietly infiltrate league governments around the world, although they've been more successful in some places than others. They have also been known to pose as female tamers on occasion, but thankfully they do not possess the ability to tame Pokégirls out of feral or to form the same type of alpha bonds with them as a human would, although delta and recognition are still within the realm of possibility and the Aura of Command (see below) is often substituted for a bond. It is also important to note that denizens of Sanctuary will never refer to it as such outside of its confines; rather, it "should" be referred to as "You-know-where." This practice is also popular among its supporters, and even with some of its adversaries.
Perhaps the biggest reason for an S-Goth to pose as a tamer is that, interestingly, they are very unsuited to combat. None of the breed's default techniques are offensive, and their bodies aren't at all enhanced in the way that most breeds are. This means that they're surprisingly fragile, and usually can't take more punishment than a human. As such, they are generally not the best combatants on their own, although they do have a fairly decent potential to cast magic, being partially of that typing.
This has lead to, as stated, the adaptation of tamer roles in the outside world, as well as the creation of several "Guardian" breeds for Sanctuary itself, both of which are very unfortunate. However, when an S-Goth does involve herself in a battle, the signature "aura" attacks in her possession are excellent for a supporting role. One known technique is to combine "Aura of Menace" and "Call Me Queen" with the effects of "Aura of Command" to totally dominate an opponent and take control of her for the duration of the battle. Aura of Danger, Aura of Fear, and Aura of Menace are also useful in preventing direct attacks against the S-Goth herself from non-dark types. It has also been noted by some that, when an S-Goth utilizes her "aura" techniques (aside from Aura of Love), she seems to gain dark "wings" of psychic energy.
Finally, when it comes to taming (or whatever euphemistic term you might prefer), the only real distinction the S-Goth possess is a Sex Attack known as "Aura of Love." This technique allows them to reinforce feelings of lust and attraction that those around her feel towards her, as well as making her own actions appear more enticing than they actually are. Other than this, their preferences generally carry over from their previous forms, and thus are very hard to get an average for, although most of those indoctrinated in Sanctuary's ways prefer to be the dominant partner.
Addendum - Further Classified: Information beyond this point is on a need-to-know basis and must never reach any government known to sympathize with Sanctuary.
A breakthrough! Data has recently been obtained to illustrate that Sanctuary Goths are not quite as impervious to the group mentality that allows for alpha bonds to be formed as was originally believed. It appears that, under the proper conditions, it is in fact possible to properly bond an S-Goth as with any other Pokégirl. However, the proper conditions are very difficult to synthesize, and extreme caution should be exercised. The primary requirement for the formation of an alpha bond, however, is submissiveness on the part of the Sanctuary Goth to be bonded. This does not simply mean that she must accept a submissive role in taming, but that she must accept a human's dominance in a more general sense, such as another Pokégirl might.
Although it is possible to generate this state via mundane means, that is only barely so. Not only does one face the challenge of preventing her from escaping, something that is very possible with teleport, but one must avoid repercussions from Sanctuary, as it does not appreciate attempts to abduct its daughters, never mind to corrupt them. Thus, although this method was used in the original discovery of S-Goth bonding, a more expedient method was sought to make it of practical use.
Naturally, a Level 5 conditioning cycle is capable of inducing such a state, but doing so removes most of the value from the acquisition. As such, further research has yielded that is possible for a high-level psychic type to invade the mind of an S-Goth and temporarily remove the suppression on her pack mentality. However, as S-Goths themselves are quite apt at escaping and often have substantial mental defenses (being psychic types), it is rare that a psychic alone will be enough. As such, a powerful magic type is generally also required to prevent teleportation and to facilitate the connection between the psychic-type and the S-Goth. Once the suppression is released, a window of opportunity within which she may be alpha bonded by a thorough taming will open.
As a further addendum, it should be noted that there is increasing evidence to suggest that the true breed name is something other than "Sanctuary Goth." Unfortunately, however, aside from the suggestion of the name "Grimgoth," which is likely a slur from those "in the know" who dislike the S-Goths, no hints as to what it might be have arisen. However, it is possible that the sorcerers of Vale, the individual in Capital known as "the Undertaker," or the select few who have alpha-bonded an S-Goth may know.... If so, however, they are being exceptionally tight-lipped.
Aura of Danger (EFT) - Projects a aura that generates a sensation comparable to a "gut feeling" of danger to those within a certain radius of the user.
Aura of Menace: (EFT) - Projects an aura around the user that makes them appear more menacing or fearsome.
Aura of Love (S.ATK +EFT) - Projects an aura that strongly reinforces feelings of lust and affection towards the user in those around her, as well as making her actions appear more provocative and enticing than they are.
Aura of Command (EFT) - Projects an aura that reinforces the desire to obey the user in those around her.
The Gift of Sight: A spell-like ability that allows a Sanctuary Goth, whilst in a state of deep meditation, to observe things that pertain to her, but are out of her physical sight. However, these visions are often cryptic and sparing, giving only glimpses or symbolic representations.
Notes:
This story took about 6-7 days to write out, but I've had it in my mind for awhile. If you like this story and other Self-Inserts, Two Sides of a Coin is a canon SI that would be recommended to you, as well as Zikore's A Life Less Ordinary.
If you see any errors, be sure to contact me so I can make the edits as soon as possible.
Editing Correction Thanks To: PJAuthor