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Pokemon is a copyright of Nintendo. Pokègirls and Pokèwomen come from the Pokewomon Forum at http://disc.server.com/Indices/169881.html.
"Wild Horses and Pokègirls" is the creation of Metroanime.
C&C, MSTs are welcome E-mail:
Templates
Two men in lab coats stared into the camera.
"Doctors, you're on!" came from an unseen tech.
"Good morning," the taller and balder doctor said as he smiled broadly.
"It could be evening where they are," the short and more dyspeptic one hissed at his colleague.
"Hello to all of you," the balder one continued, still holding his smile, although not without effort, "There has been much speculation about Templates. We thought we'd provide an instructive video on why Templates don't stack."
"I hate that nomenclature," the dyspeptic doctor complained, "It always denoted flapjacks to me."
The smile never faltered, but the bald doctor's fist smashed his colleague right out of frame. The man stood there smiling, until the off screen crashing and rattling stopped. "To show the effects, we have a typical starter Pokègirl."
The camera turned to an Eva standing in the middle of a glassed in arena. She waved shyly to the camera.
"We've collected a number of possible Templates," the man said from off screen as the camera lovingly examined the extremely busty, winged blonde wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. It lingered over her chest long enough to let everyone read the words 'Blondes are more fun. Heaven-sent.' The Pokègirl's face only appeared when she ducked into frame, giving an equally good view of her glorious smile, and equally glorious cleavage.
"Angelique here has offered to Bless our subject," the man said. The girl nodded enthusiastically, causing the camera to linger on the other parts that moved enthusiastically.
"Someone needs a Taming," came a whiskey-roughened voice. The camera turned to catch a dusky-skinned, heavily tattooed Demoness wearing a lace-up bustier and lace-up panties. The shaking camera caught the tattoo on her six-pack abs reading 'Happy Killing Zone' with the arrow pointing down into her panties.
"Diabolique has agreed to apply the Fiendish Template," the man said.
"I ain't no Pokègirl," the Demoness said crossly, "Look, desire and fear mortals!" In the background the Angel rolled her eyes.
A large bell jar was brought to a table and set down. Inside, a black liquid stirred and shifted, it displayed several waving pseudopods. "Hi mom!" it called.
"Yes, a Parasyte," the man in the lab coat stepped into frame. His colleague was standing beside him, muttering to himself.
They released the Parasyte, and the Eva looked nervously at the pool of black goo moving towards her. Both the Angel and the Demoness were chanting furiously. As the Parasyte raced towards her, the Eva tried to bolt, but a bolt from above and another from below caught her and kept her from bolting. The Parasyte leapt into the maelstrom of energies with a cry of, 'What a rebolting development."
When the flash and play of light and darkness faded, the Eva had clearly changed. Eight foot three, perhaps 300 pounds of superb musculature and a tremendous bust. One side of her body was an iridescent light, purple, the other a green so dark it was nearly black. She opened her eyes, and on the purple side it shown with a golden light, on the green side, a dancing black flame seemed to have replaced the iris and pupil. The girl raised a heretofore unseen sword to the sky and cried out, "I HAVE THE POWER!" Her triumphal shout shook the entire arena.
"I think my fillings are loose," the shorter man complained, "Power reading are over nine thousand!"
The taller scientist smiled. "As you can see, there is absolutely nothing to prevent a Pokègirl from receiving multiple Templates," he said as he indicated the Eva who was going through a posing routine that would give Amachamps inferiority complexes for the next thousand years.
The Eva exploded, splattering purple and green flesh, and very red blood and viscera all over the glass walls of the arena.
"Surviving multiple Templates is another story," the man said as he smiled, ignoring the bits of Pokègirl sliding down the glass behind him.
"I keep telling you, a tougher substrate, and we prefab the Template stacking," the dyspeptic man said, sadly shaking his head, "If you would just listen for once, we could have saved money on cleaning."
"And I thought I was evil," the Demoness, who'd leapt into the Angel's arms, said.
"There, there dear, I'm sure you try," the Angel soothed.
"Ladies?" the scientists asked eagerly, rubbing their hands together, as in the background, the sounds of heavy winches and straining cables abounded.
A Mantis was being dragged into the arena, despite her frantic efforts to cut the cables or drag herself back out. "You can't do this! I didn't eat any of your relatives! MMMMOMMMMYYY!"
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