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Please note that there is a somewhat touchy subject discussed at the end. It is not meant to offend anyone and is purely for the sake of character developement.
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Matthias paced in the “Preparation Room.” He needed some kind of plan, but the rules for the “Practical Pokégirl Battles” exam weren’t going to be announced until right before the match began. After taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down. He had ‘balled Gabriele and Flora in order to keep them from seeing him so worried.
“Trainee Brandt?” called the voice of the referee.
Matt sighed and wiped his slightly dampened brow. He was stressed. They didn’t tell anyone the criteria for passing and it was worrisome. He stood and answered, “Yes?”
“We’re ready for you,” the ref’s voice was somewhat dispassionate. Matt didn’t know if it was to intimidate the students or if he was just that way.
“I’m coming.”
Matt exited after the ref and came into a large cubic room with no real defining features other than a line bisecting it, a referee’s box, and a one-way mirror. The trainee had a sneaking suspicion of what was behind the mirror but squashed it down and focused on the stage in front of him. The ref stood in his box behind his lectern and pulled out a headset with a mic attached.
“This will be a One-Round, One-on-One battle between Instructor Medvedev and Trainee Brandt with no substitutions. Either party can recall their pokégirl at anytime however upon doing so, that party forfeits,” The referee’s normal clinical voice drawled on, but he seemed to be glaring at Matthias out of the corner of his eye. “Any questions?”
The instructor shook his head and Matt answered with a clear “No, sir!”
“Begin!” as soon as the ref’s voice boomed out, two pokéballs were in the air. Two beams of light flashed out revealing Gabriele and a red fox-type pokégirl. Matthias whipped out his pokédex and scanned the fox type as quickly as he could and lined the stats up next to Gabriele’s
FOXX, the Voluptuous Vulpine Pokégirl
Type: Animorph (vulpine)
Element: Fire
Frequency: Rare
Diet: omnivore
Role: sex machine, seduction
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Bug, Fire, Ice, Plant, Steel
Weak Vs: Ground, Rock, Water
Attacks: Flamethrower, Fireball, Fire Spin, Flame Sniper, Warm Embrace, Burning Hands, Tackle, Wrestle, Sex Attack 1, 2
Enhancements: Enhanced Hearing (x6) and Enhanced Olfactory Sense (x6), Enhanced Endurance (x3)
AMACHOKE, the Muscle-Bound Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Very Uncommon
Diet: human style with mineral supplements
Role: Physical Labor, particularly in construction
Libido: Low
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Rock, Normal, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic
Attacks: Body Slam, Toss, Crushing Punch, Takedown, Earthquake, Headbutt, Focus
Enhancements: Enhanced density (x3), Enhanced Strength (x14), Enhanced Durability (x8), reinforced musculoskeletal structure
Disadvantages: Inability to Swim
Gabby didn’t exactly have an advantage or disadvantage, but Foxx’s were a final tier fire type. Although no Whorizard, it would probably be unwise to take her lightly. The Fire-type looked a little too cocky for her own good though. Perhaps, it could be used against her.
“Gabby,” the trainee mumbled into the radio mic he had been provided with for the match, “avoid her fire attacks to the best of your ability. You’ll be a bit slower than she is, but if you can get her off balance, you can grab her. We all know what happens when you get a hold of something. She looks a little too confident. See if you can sneak some taunts in the battle okay?” Matt noticed the instructor’s lips moving. “Get ready. I think he’s instructing her.”
The Foxx opened up with Flamethrower, forcing the tall to Amachoke leap to the side to keep from being roasted.
“Land hard,” Matt hissed into his mic, the excitement overtaking him
Gabby complied and landed flat on her feet instead of absorbing the fall. Fortunately the reinforced musculoskeletal structure in her breed prevented any damage beyond minor discomfort to the Amachoke. The same could not be said for the floor. It cracked and shifted, causing tremors to rock the nearby area as Gabriele’s deadweight dropped into it. The Foxx nearly fell over as she wobbled to try and keep her balance.
“Crushing Punch!”
The fighter took opportunitie’s invitation and charged forward. She threw her entire weight behind her Crushing punch. The Foxx scrambled away, knowing full well that fire wouldn’t slow her down, and shot a Fireball as she dodged to the side.
“Hit the ground! Don’t let it go to waste.”
Gabriele's attack slammed into the ground, forcing up concrete and steel in all directions and shaking the ground more than ever before. As she unleashed her strength, the hot flames created by her opponent licked her side, sending dark burns and blisters to form down her body. The fighter ignored the wound and turned to the vulpine who was desperately trying to catch her balance. Gabby lashed out at her again forcing the vulpine to evade. Missing was starting to frustrate the fighter.
“What’s wrong, little girl? Can’t fight back?” The towering Amachoke asked with a sneer.
The Foxx didn’t seem to take that too well and reached out and slapped Gabriele’s breast with the Burning Hands technique. It seared straight through the flesh, but the fighter fought through the pain and grabbed a hold of the offending appendage and twisted it to snap it at the wrist. The Foxx screamed as she unleashed a flamethrower straight into Gabriele. The Amachoke forced her way through it at slammed her fist into the vulpine’s side, causing her ribs to cave in and splinter. As the blow was dealt, the Foxx’s Flamethrower shifted upward into Gabby’s face. The moment it started to wash over her head, Matt hit the recall button on his pokégirl’s pokéball. He didn’t know what kind of damage that would do or if the healing units could fix brain damage.
Once the Amachoke was gone from the field, the referee waved his semaphore-like flags in the direction of the Instructor. “Point and Match to Instructor Medvedev.”
Matthias sighed. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen now. Did he pass? Did he fail? It was all up in the air now. The Foxx had already been recalled, and her owner was approaching him from the other side of the field. He held out his hand for him to shake it. Matt took it firmly but was still somewhat downtrodden.
“You did well kid,” the instructor praised in his gruff voice, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like it was a salvage battle or something.”
“Thank you, sir.”
XXX
Both Flora and Gabriele were out and Matthias was more or less enjoying the rest of his day. Sure, the sun was setting, but there were no more exams to study for or take. Tomorrow, he would find out if he passed or failed. He was confident on all of his exams except for the one practical battle he had. Having no idea of what the grading scale was, he was in the dark about it. It ate at him, but nothing will stop him from enjoying his little free time. The only challenge he had right now was keeping is attention equally divided between Gabby and Flora… well, that and teaching Flora not to interrupt people. She had recently picked up using words to communicate and turned into a complete chatterbox, with a slight Russian accent to boot. Being social was one thing. Interrupting everyone was another thing all together. Not to mention that it drove him absolutely bonkers when he couldn’t get a single word out.
Suddenly it hit him. He looked up to Gabriele. Something had been different about her, but he hadn’t been sure what.
“Gabby,” he addressed. She turned her head to face him. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, an odd habit of hers when she was listening. “Did your boobs get bigger?”
The towering pokégirl stumbled but quickly regained their composure. “I dunno, did they?” The corner of her mouth twitched upward slightly. This did not escape the notice of Matt. He’d Play along. For now.
“Hmmm… Let’s see.” He reached up and caressed one of her breasts. He felt it a bit and twiddled her nipple slightly before releasing it. “Yup, my observations were correct.”
Gabriele was red in the face while Flora was giggling madly from the sideline. It looked like she had been doing all she could to keep from blurting something out. Matt sent a thumbs-up in her direction and seemed to catalyze more giggling. Gabriele probably requested some Permanent Bloom Powder from Flora. It was totally unnecessary, but it’d be fun during… late night necessities.
“Uhhhh… Master, sir?”
Matthias winced as Flora addressed him. Another habit he needed to get her out of. “Flora, you know that bugs me,” he responded sternly.
“Sorry,” she said a bit timidly before brightening her expression. “Could you teach me how to cook today?”
Matt smiled. She had shown some genuine interest in the activities behind the cafeteria counter, and he had promised to teach her when time allowed. “I don’t see why not. Dinner time is coming up and we can see if any of the kitchen staff would mind us lending a helping hand.
XXX
Matthias and Flora poked their heads into the kitchen and looked around a bit. No one was really in sight, but Matt didn’t want to come in uninvited to be chased out by irate, frying-pan wielding cooks.
“Heeeeelloooo! Anyone in here?” the trainee called out. “I don’t want to surprise anyone and get clobbered!”
A Milktit, which Matt recognized as one of the more senior members of the kitchen staff, stepped out of a pantry and glanced over to him. “You better not be planning on filching anything from here, young man,” she said, looking over the bundle in her arms with a stern frown.
The ‘young man’ couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Actually we have nothing better to do and wanted to see if you guys needed any help with dinner which I believe is coming up in a short while.”
The bovine-ish woman twitched an ear and set her armload down on a counter before looking him over. “Do you really think you’ll be of any help?” she asked somewhat disbelievingly.
The comment was annoying, but understandable coming from someone who probably saw him to be a know-nothing trainee. “I actually grew up in a family of chefs and bakers, so there are a few tricks of the trade still lingering in me. I’ve been told that I make excellent white sauce.” Matthias glanced over to the plant-type next to him. “Although, she’s completely green on the topic, no pun intended, and I’ll admit to the ulterior motive of letting her observe me and the staff so she can explore the topic.”
“Do you think she’ll get in the way?”
“She’s a good listener, if you can get her to stop talking long enough for her to here you.” The trainee received an indignant look from Flora for this. He grinned and looked her straight in the eye. “In fact I think this is the quietest you’ve been all day.” The Ivywhore lightly tapped him on the shoulder with the back of her hand giving Matt reason to widen his grin. “I plan on keeping her within arm’s reach of myself, and if she starts too much trouble, I’ll ‘ball her and straighten her out later. It’s doubtful that she’d misbehave seeing as she seemed really excited about this and probably wouldn’t want to ruin her opportunity to partake,” Matt finished, watching Flora out of the corner of his eye to make sure she was listening.
The Milktit, noticing his indirect warning to the plant-type, cracked a small smile. “I’ll hold you too that.”
“Wouldn’t expect anything else. So, where can we wash up?”
XXX
“Be careful, it’s going to be hot,” Matthias warned before the careless Flora burned herself on the heated pot. It was a simple concoction of boiled noodles, white sauce, a bit of seasoning and boiled greens. There wasn’t any meat like Matt wanted to put in it, but the all that was left for the people of this world was soy ersatz-meat and the thought of soy anything made bile rise in his throat. Well, there was KATTLE but they were so hard to catch, no one seemed to bother unless they had too much time on their hands. The only other thing he did was sneak some of the water that one of the kitchen staff used to prepare some collard greens and mix it in with some of the garlic butter that someone was tasked to prepare. They’d thank him later.
Matt did most of the preparation, so Flora could cut to the chase and prepare something with guidance of course. She seemed to have a ball and was practically dancing in place. Cooking seemed to be her thing which gave good reason to get a cheap cooking T2 to help give her a gentle push in the right direction. The sight was warming, and brought smile to him. He pulled her over to him and pecked her on the cheek.
“Did you have fun?” he asked already knowing the answer.
“YesIdid!Ineverknewtherecouldbesomuchactivityandbrightnessina-ohdoyourememberthepartwhenthepastastartedtoboilover?Itwassoooooofunnybutwefixedit,right?...” Flora spouted out so many words at once that it started to send Matthias’s head spinning.
She seems to go from silent to a mile-a-minute in no time flat. He originally thought that feralborns were supposed to take longer to speak well, strengthening his suspicion about her really being feral. Then again, he knew little about this world other than what he picked up in the few weeks he had been here. The classes were mainly about battling and survival rather than much else. Of course, it was probably a given that you were supposed to know that before you came here.
Flora was hugging onto him with all her might. Not that he was complaining, but certain things were squishing up against him and becoming somewhat distracting and he didn’t need a public distraction. The snickers from the staff were enough to make him somewhat insecure about it. Shaking it off, he approached the kitchen lead with the happy Ivywhore dangling off of him.
“Sorry that took so long-“ he started but was cut off with the kitchen lead waving him off.
“You finished in decent time boy. Don’t worry about it,” the older Milktit had a sly grin sneaking across her visage. “Glad to see she enjoyed it.”
A somewhat worried laugh escaped the trainee. “So am I. Since she enjoyed it so much, she’ll probably pick it up fairly quickly.” The smile drained from his face when he realized that most everyone was finished with their selected tasks. “How do we clean up?” he asked, fearing the oncoming worst part of cooking.
The lead let out a hardy laugh. “You have cooked before. We have a stasis cleaner similar to those in pokécenter cleaning cycles and those found in some of the slightly fancier poképacks available on the market. Cleanup doesn’t take too long. If you want the same convenience for later, I suggest you save up for something with similar capabilities. They are expensive, but the convenience is definitely worth it in my opinion.”
The thought of such a mythical device sent Matt’s mind into the clouds. He would definitely save up for one.
XXX
The small rubber hammer tapped his knee hard enough to make him wince, and his leg bounced upward accordingly. It was a generic physical, but Theresa, being the only nursing pokégirl in this part of the camp, was his examiner and was being much rougher than was necessary. Then again, she was always rougher than was necessary so it probably wasn’t anything against him. She was however, much more businesslike than before. Without bothering to warn him, the Night Nurse stuck a tongue spreader into his mouth and forced his mouth open. Various un-pleasantries continued until she wrote the last of the data onto her clipboard.
“You’re done,” she said monotonously. “The results will be in tomorrow.”
Matthias scratched an inexplicably itchy spot on the back of his neck. “Okay then. See you around, I suppose.” He stood and proceeded to his next destination. Today was the final day before the graduation ceremony. No one found out if they passed before then; no one would tell them before then. His next and final destination was a small, windowless room with a small metal table and a pair of chairs. All were bolted to the ground. It was supposed to be a psyche evaluation but resembled an interrogation room. He sat in a chair and hopped for the best.
“You are upset,” came an ethereal voice. “Why?”
Matthias shot up out of his seat only to be knocked off balance by the positioning of the bolted furniture and fall over. Once he regained his senses, he looked up to see a cute middle height girl standing near the doorway, a girl because she appeared to be younger than he. Although, it was probably unwise to judge age by appearance in this world.
“Sorry,” she said with a slight bow. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” She trotted over to the seat across from where Matt was sitting earlier. “As you have probably guessed, I am your examiner.”
Matt stood and recomposed himself before sitting down again. “Yes… well, shall we?”
The girl in front of him cocked her head to the side. “You still haven’t answered my question.” She rested her chin on the palms of her hand and swung her legs from her perch on the chair. “Well, why are you upset?”
“Errrr…” was the most that he could manage to answer her. She was most definitely a psychic of some sort, judging by the environment. It looks like a simple celestial aura check won’t do. Then again, she might be both a psychic and celestial. The only psychic celestial that he knew of was the infamous Megami. WAPL Leagues use the Megami rating during that Sadie Pokens holiday, so it wasn’t farfetched that he was sitting in front of one.
“If I’m upset, it’s probably more nerves than anything else,” he finally answered. It was in fact more due to the fact that psychological evaluations were always subject to the evaluators agenda and biases which almost always dilute if not completely skew what the results would be if the answers and such came straight from the horse’s mouth. What was even more irritating was the number of evaluations he’d seen that where nothing more than multiple choice Q/A sheets.
“Oh?” was the evaluators only reply. “Well I hope you can relax a bit.”
Matthias tried his best not to appear so stiff and loosened his back as much as he could while still sitting straightly. “So do I.” After a few moments of silence, Matt broke it. “So do I just let you analyze my head and make sure I’m not some lunatic and move on, or is there more to this?”
The girl giggled lightly. “Not really, but I do need to ask you a few questions.”
“Okay, what are they?”
“First of all, what’s your position on parity?” she asked with a mock professional expression, waving her index finger like a conductor’s baton.
Matt had a friendly smile with some not so friendly thoughts. He successfully resisted saying that it was cockamamie dredged up by some anal-compulsive Megami who probably beat her scripture in front of everyone and was most likely one of the morons running that odd Celestial Alliance that seems to give everyone hell. “It’s an impossible-to-reach ideal and will be so until you first cure the pokégirl need for sex, then stop the bonding process-“He was cut off by a gasp from the Megami when he mentioned stopping bonding. “Bonding is what causes the enslavement of pokégirls to begin with, not just the fear of going feral. After you fixed them, then you’d need to fix human prejudice, human stupidity, and human fear.” He never lost his smile. “Of course, the biggest priority would probably be the first two. The thing that would probably be the most controversial though is that many would expect pokégirls to turn on humanity if they didn’t need it anymore, and I see no reason for them to not retaliate when you add up everything that happens to them. After all, parthenogenesis is perfectly viable form of reproduction that some entire species rely on.”
The Megami opened and closed her mouth a few times before continuing. “Are you saying it can’t be achieved without doing… that?”
“Would you suggest removing free will and forcing it on people?” he asked in a disturbingly cheery voice.
“People should choose to do the right thing!” the girl cried out indignantly.
“That’s the beauty of being good, doing the right thing when you could choose otherwise.” The odd warmth in his voice sent a chill down the girl’s spine. It wasn’t normal to sound compassionate and disgusted at the same time.
“But people still do evil regardless!”
“Such is the nature of freewill.”
“It could be imposed by law!”
“All politicians are human, with the exception of a possible few who may be disguised pokégirls, who would all lose a lot of power for passing such a bill if not ostracized by the community or even blacklisted, and even if you pass the law, so long as pokégirls rely on humans for their sanity and bond to them, it’ll still be unbalanced.”
“You make it sound so hopeless,” the evaluator was starting to raise her voice.
“In pre-Sukebe times, humans enslaved humans for arbitrary reasons which were a smoke screen for personal gain. Even after it was abolished worldwide, there were still innumerable instances of xenophobia and outright cruelty to those who were not of the self-proclaimed greatest race on earth, and there were countless instances of distractionist movements were politicians would make it appear as if all the world’s problems revolved around one group and unite everyone against them, a common enemy. A concept which was in place on both sides during the Revenge war and shortly after the pokégirl forces completely dissolved, not to mention countless times before that. Even now, it is in many cases still Humans vs. Pokégirls and varies from place to place, whether it’s the extreme or simply Human Forces vs. the Ferals.”
“Ferals are a legitimist threat!”
“I agree.”
“They’re- ah, oh-“
“If parity could be done, I’d be all for it, but we’re getting off topic. My point is that there are physical barriers to parity that are currently untouchable.”
The girl seemed to calm down. “But they can be avoided by simply having humanity be good.”
“How?” Matthias sat forward appearing to be eagerly awaiting the answer.
“Errrr…” She looked at a loss for words for a moment as Matt looked at her expectantly. “It’s a simple process of education.”
“Okay, educating who?”
“The younger generations.”
“Children? Okay, how do you plan on keeping them from getting outside ideas if not ideas of their own?”
“We’ll simply have to teach them what is right.”
“So, you’re going to dissuade all ideas but your own. Shut them out and censor them.” The fascination in Matthias’s voice was the kind someone hears from a man who was observing an interesting phenomenon.
“Is it wrong to keep evil out of the minds of the young.”
“Teaching people how to listen to their conscience is one thing, censorship is the imprisonment of the mind and the greatest evil second only to taking away freewill.” The trainee was still smiling. He was speaking as if he wasn’t holding anything against her and merely explaining some sort of happenstance. The words, however, riled the evaluator to her core.
“Evil information gives way to evil!”
“Information is objective. People committing evil are evil. It’s like blaming a gun for a death rather than its user. Freewill is the ability to choose for yourself based on what you know. Censorship keeps people from accessing information in which they can use to perform free will and is therefore the second evil.” His expression hardened and his eyes turned icy. “Manipulating people, being the act of choosing for someone and making them think they’re choosing, is the third.” His cheery expression was back in a flash.
“What about the law!”
“The law is something concocted by humans to punish certain freedoms in exchange for safety. Before there was the State, or any form of government or law, there was the ‘State of Nature’ and in that everyone and everything was free. Sadly, that included the freedom to be evil so long as no one could stop you. With the law, there was punishment for making certain choices.”
“Are you saying the law is evil?!”
Mattias’s happy expression was replaced by a frown in thought. “That’s… that’s tough.” He sat for a few minutes in thought while the examiner was looking smug. “I was raised to believe that the law was good, but I would say- Hmmm... I would say that even in the State of Nature there were repercussions for actions and that the law is an artificial form of that.” Matthias’s thoughts were still whirling around the subject of whether or not the law was evil, but he looked genuinely excited.
“Oh and I bet you’re just so good and righteous.”
Matt gave a somewhat sad chuckle. “Although I’d like to think that I try to do the right thing, if I were truly a good person, I wouldn’t be auditioning to become a slave trafficker.”
The examiner looked at him. “Where are you from?” she asked carefully.
That thought sent a million things threw Matt’s mind in a flash, but he managed to only falter slightly. “I sorta just fell out of the sky really.” Those words were probably going to become commonplace in his life.
The examiner cocked an eyebrow at him. “I think we’re done here.”
At those words, Matt felt his stomach sink as he realized that he probably just shot himself in the foot and would not be able to get his license.
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FOXX, the Voluptuous Vulpine Pokégirl
Type: Animorph (vulpine)
Element: Fire
Frequency: Rare
Diet: omnivore
Role: sex machine, seduction
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Bug, Fire, Ice, Plant, Steel
Weak Vs: Ground, Rock, Water
Attacks: Flamethrower, Fireball, Fire Spin, Flame Sniper, Warm Embrace, Burning Hands, Tackle, Wrestle, Sex Attack 1, 2
Enhancements: Enhanced Hearing (x6) and Enhanced Olfactory Sense (x6), Enhanced Endurance (x3)
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Vixxen (Fire Stone)
A Vixxen that comes into contact with a Fire Stone evolves into her final form: Foxx. A Fox stands a few inches taller than her previous form. Her body is more lithe than it was before, with her legs being longer and sleeker. Her rump is more rounded now, and her breasts are larger than they were previously, usually around a CC-cup or so now. They retain the body fur and long bushy tail from their previous form.
Foxxes are still horny all the time. However, they’ve learned a bit more discretion, though they only exercise this is told to by their Tamer. A Foxx is still ready to do it anywhere, anytime, with virtually anyone. They have enough control now though that they tend to be less aggressive about their wants, instead using innuendoes and sexy poses to try and entice others into humping them. A Foxx is a great choice to keep other Pokégirls in a Tamer’s Harem satisfied on his behalf.
A Foxx has increased her fire powers since her previous form. She can now perform several fire attacks in addition to her signature Flamethrower move. She has enough savvy with her flame powers to even use fire-based sex attacks, such as Warm Embrace or the lesser version of Burning Hands. Despite her High libido, a Foxx is just as likely to do well in a martial battle as she is a pokesex battle, relying on her flame abilities to carry her through to victory.
Feral Foxes tend to be skittish, and use Burning Hands a lot when fighting off those who would hunt them. However, a Tamer with Pokégirls that use attacks based on a Foxx’s weaknesses can wear her down and capture her without too much trouble in most cases. Threshold girls almost never change directly into a Foxx, becoming a Vulvixx or a Kitsune instead most of the time.
MILKTIT, the Dairy Cow Pokégirl
Type: Varies from Very Near Human to Not Very Near Human (Bovine Animorph)
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: Herbivore, Can digest almost any plant material
Role: Milk producer, Emergency food provider
Libido: Average to High
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Smother, Love 'N' Affection, Stomp, Warm Milk, Busting Out, Milk Drink, Roll Out, Butter Up, Mountain Hold, Puff puff
Enhancements: Enhanced Durability (x5), Enhanced Intelligence, Semi-elastic skin, fast recovery, breasts can produce up to 25 gallons per day of milk; internal glands can alter the milk to various states
Evolves: Minotaura (battle stress), Mooncalf (Moon Stone), Queenbra (mechanism unknown)
Evolves From: None
When looking at advertisements and commercials one of the most heavily used Pokégirls is the Milktit, though it's not because of her looks or fighting prowess. These bovine Pokégirls are known throughout the world as the source of milk, cheese, cream and other dairy products. Dairy farms often have several dozen of these Pokégirls, and many Tamers find them to be just what they need in terms of a food source for long journeys. It was for this purpose that Milktits were actually created. In conjunction with Chickenlittles, these cow Pokégirls were used in the Revenge War frequently. They were easy to feed in the field, their dietary needs easy to fulfill by simply letting them graze on nearby grass and trees, and the milk their breasts produced provided much needed health boosts for several units of Sukebe's forces. Because they were not the best fighters, however, they were also among the first breeds of Pokégirl to be officially `tamed.' The breed has remained widely popular to this day, especially among starting Tamers and Tamers who have trouble finding food in the wild.
Uncommon across the globe, they're relatively easy to find in addition to usually being the face of the Dairy Industry. The diary cow Pokégirl’s appearance ranges from fur and vaguely animalistic features to normal-looking girls with small, slightly curved horns and soft, leather-like skin. Most Milktits have features in line with dairy breeds of Pre-Sukube cattle, such as the black and white patched coloration of Holsteins or the smooth brown of a Jersey. However some take on the features of other cattle breeds, like the solid black Angus or rust colored Herford. In reality, however, this only amounts to variations in fur color and horn length (or in the case of 'Polled Milktits' the absence of horns). Their height and skin tones vary greatly as well, and their sometimes regional differences lead researchers to speculate that several types of human and cattle DNA were used in making different strains of this largely variable breed.
Oddly for a breed based on cattle, they also have some capacity for higher intelligence and tactics, usually above the average human. This leads some Milktits to be used as assistants, but as they are generally submissive in nature, they rarely make good Alphas or Betas, the majority preferring subservient roles in whatever their setting is. These cow Pokégirls also have something of a maternal streak, and it's not uncommon for them to be seen in households as nannies or the mothers themselves. Friendly, gregarious, and non-aggressive, these bovine Pokégirls prefer the quiet life over the roving life of a Tamer, though they tend to accept most situations as they come.
One of the most notable features of the breed is their breasts, and not just because they're spectacularly large. A Milktit's breasts are constantly lactating, producing delicious milk to drink. When milked completely, they are never smaller than a D-Cup, but it's rare to see them at such a comparatively small size. A Milktit produces up to 25 gallons of milk per day in optimum conditions (though usually stresses and other factors make this an average of about 10 gallons per day). This constant lactation is due to a variant of Prolactin that is created within the Milktit's blood stream. This means that the breed is constantly producing milk, and the hormone (called Prolactin M) is also present in the milk produced by the breed. Due to the presence of the hormone in the Milk, any female, human or Pokégirl, who drinks fresh untreated Milktit milk will begin lactating themselves. This lactation, however, is normal, and is curable simply by not milking the affected female.
Not milking a Milktit will not stop her lactation though. Luckily, due to the elastic collagen nature of the breed's breasts, they can handle up to a whopping 45 gallons of milk before their system takes over and begins leaking the milk from their nipples at a constant rate due to pressure. For the Pokégirl, being that full of milk is an extremely unpleasant feeling, and that much milk has their breasts so large that they immobilize the bovine type. If a Milktit remains unmilked for up to a week, they will be immobilized by the sheer size of their own breasts. At that point, usually their breasts are sensitive to the touch as well, inducing pain. In liberal and some Moderate leagues, allowing a Milktit to go unmilked for that long is considered abuse, and there are fines and punishments that are levied accordingly.
Most of the breed do not take to battling well, as they don't have many offensive moves. Milktits are more suited to a support role, where they can use their moves to distract or annoy their harem sister's opponents, or stay on the sidelines and use their innate abilities to give their sisters aid. To do this, the breed falls back on their milk producing ability. Inside their breasts is a series of glands which they can use to alter their milk's effects, creating a healing potion, a sedative, a libido enhancing drug, or a hypnotic. Most often during battle, it is the healing milk of this dairy Pokégirl that can keep her harem sisters going. If sent into battle on her own however, many of the breed begin to stress easily, which lowers their milk production, and causes their eventual evolution into a Minotaura.
Taming a Milktit depends usually on the demeanor of the individual Pokégirl, though universally the breed has shown a love for any type of breast play. Due to their variable libido, Tamers should scan their individual Pokégirl in order to know their taming needs instead of relying on the generalized entries of the Pokédex. Preferences, besides the aforementioned breast play, are usually up to the individual, as Milktits can be seen in almost every fetish at least once, including the more risqué taming styles such as bondage or domination.
Feral Milktits are herd based Pokégirls, traveling in tandem with others of their kind and browsing the land and raising Pokékits when left alone. When attacked, the breed tends to stampede, the entire group of Pokégirls running madly away from danger and trampling everything in their path. Some wily feral predators have learned to simply chase down Milktits and separate them from their herd before pinning them and drinking their fill. However, more often than not, predator Pokégirls are after the bovine type's meat, and not her milk. Single ferals tend to be highly skittish and flee from most forms of what they perceive as danger. If a tamer wishes to catch a Milktit in the wild, often the easiest way is to take a page from the predatory ferals and single a Milktit off from her herd. Some liberal tamers have claimed that another method is more gentle and viable. Offering up some tasty fruit and have a non-threatening Pokégirl lie prone on the ground nearby. The gently curious ferals will investigate, and if a taming is initiated the Milktit is a good as caught. A word of warning for this method, however, if the tamer makes a wrong move, they may wind up trampled.
Thresholding into a Milktit is among the more common thresholds for young girls to go through. Many thresholders delight in their new found 'assets' but the loss of their human status still stings. More often than not, thresholders are given to friends of the family or placed in dairy ranches, instead of being cycled into the Ranch system.
MEGAMI, the Goddess Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Psychic/Magic (Celestial)
Frequency: unknown (all leagues)
Diet: human style diet
Role: varies
Libido: varies
Strong Vs: Poison, (Varies)
Weak Vs: Sad faces, crying, (Varies)
Attacks: Smile, Cry, Aura Barrier, (all others vary)
Enhancements: Unnatural Beauty (or Cuteness), (all others vary)
Evolves: Demon-Goddess (E-Stone Ceremony), Megami-sama (Angel Stone, several conditions must be met)
Evolves From: Cherry (mechanism unknown), Drag King (mechanism unknown), Goth (by Sarcastic Goth sub-type only; mechanism unknown), Rooder (Passing the Trial), Kamichu (if very kind-hearted), (others possible)
Megami are the most mysterious of the Pokégirls. The number that exist is unknown as the number seems to change every time there's a poll. It is not recorded if there are feral Megami or not. There is no set description for a Megami, as they come in all shapes and sizes.
However, all Megami tend to be very attractive or cute, if not outright beautiful. No information exists to answer the question, "Do other females spontaneously evolve INTO Megami?"
Not much is known about Megamis because few people understand how they even GOT a Megami when they think about it logically and those who do have a Megami either don't ask or don't think it's a big deal. When a Megami shows up, they are acknowledged as if they had always been there. However, it is when a Pokégirl that is already a part of a harem evolves into a Megami that there are many questions from the Pokégirl's Tamer and other Pokégirls to be answered. Unfortunately for them, it is rare that any Megami give any straight-out answers to such questions. It is the mystery that compels people to ask, but it's the sly smile of the Megami that is given that is the only answer.
The only consistent numbers of Megami are from Pokécenters and hospitals, where Megami are often found with various other nurse-type Pokégirls. However, even these numbers tend to fluctuate somewhat when disasters occur, and Megami from who knows where flock to the area to help tend the wounded and assess the situation. And the few times that this has been seen, it was soon found that some sort of Infernal Pokégirl, Widow, or dark plot was involved in the same area. It is assumed by most researchers that many Megami will only gather in one place if it is a supreme event, and few wish to ever see such an event.
Megami can only be assessed as individuals when it comes to their own strengths and weaknesses. Statistically speaking, they have no average stats when compared to other Pokégirls. They are either excellent at something, or lousy. As such, their skills, attacks, defenses, and most enhancements are unknown until they are studied. And as no Megami allow themselves to be studied by anyone other than their Tamer, obviously one can only take a Megami at face value. As Celestial Pokégirls, Megami excel in vague remarks and keeping secrets, although only some of them consider it necessary to be completely vague in most anything of true import to them. The only way it has been found to get a straight answer from a Megami when regarding events to come, or something that they know but she is unwilling to speak of, is to trick them. This can be difficult, or simple, depending on the individual. Some Megami don't worry so much about this, however. Still, a number of Megami that have been reported show that they enjoy being vague.
There are, however, some standards among the Megami that have evolved from certain other Pokégirls. For example, Megami that evolve from a Cherry still lactate, but may use their enhanced magical abilities to change the effect of their milk from simple sweet and nutritious to act as a sedative, to induce lust, act as a healing drink, or other such effects. Megami that evolved from a Drag King may sometimes be mistaken as men, at times of their own choosing. Megami that evolve from a Rooder show a preference to drinking Lavender Water and creating Holy Water. Those that evolve from a Sarcastic Goth tend to retain their penchant for snide or biting comments when dealing with others, including her own tamer. These Megami also retain most, if not all of their attacks from their previous evolution. Researchers are attempting to discover if they can trace a Megami's previous evolution through this knowledge, but no progress has been made as of yet.
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Ceremony Description
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Elemental Stones Needed: Angel Stone, Dark Stone, Metal Jacket, Mana Crystal
Area & Time Conditions: Any time, with at least one respected individual in attendence.
Ceremony Itself: This ceremony is quite simple. When the Megami feels the time is right, she will admit her selfish ways are stronger than her need to follow the greater good. Her witnesses, an individual or individuals, whom she respects greatly (or even a legendary in attendance, perhaps) must hear her and believe in the truth that she speaks. When her mind and being believes her words fully, and with all four different evolutionary items placed nearby, the evolution items will activate and the Megami will evolve into a Demon-Goddess. Wearing an Everstone does negate this, however.