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Matt gaped for a few seconds at the angry pokégirl ready to charge at him before coming to his senses and releasing Gabriele and Flora.
“Gabby, intercept the feral! Flora, stay with me!” he shouted as the huge tauric pokégirl charged at them.
Gabriele’s superior strength allowed her to slam into the oncoming feral like a linebacker and hoist her up by her lower waist behind her forelegs. The panicking taur beat against Gabby’s back as she threw her to the other side of the bathhouse, creating a second hole in the wall. As soon as she was turned away, a second Rhynowhore slammed into the Amachoke. Matt was tempted to send Flora in to back Gabriele up but knew it was a stupid idea when there could be other ferals that could easily flatten him. Spying a fire-alarm, Matt rushed over and pulled it, causing a loud, obnoxious blare to resound throughout the area and bewildering the invading ferals.
The fighter threw the ground type off of her and into the other Rhynowhore who was uncovering herself from the rubble. The two crashed into a wall causing it to give way and creating another hole in the room. After Flora swatted away a mottled looking harpy, Matthias used the opportunity to recall Gabriele and bolt out the door with his Ivywhore close behind him. After overcoming the surprise of being released during mid-run, Gabby scowled at Matt who was busy dialing up the camp’s security center on his pokédex.
“Why aren’t we-“ the Amachoke was cut off as her tamer shushed her and anxiously awaited an answer from the longest phone- er, com call of his life.
“Azure Tamer Train-“ The Ingenue was cut off by a slightly panicked Matthias.
“A group of ferals smashed through the men’s showers in Dorm B!” he shouted clearly into the com, “I fended of two Rhynowhores and a Harpy with my two girls before escaping. There were more behind them, but I couldn’t identify them.”
The Ingenue nodded and adopted a businesslike tone. “You did the right thing trainee. Sending Security down to assist. Try to leave the building.”
The trio burst through the exit of the building and into the courtyard a moment later. Matt paused to catch his breath and the others followed suit. Strangely enough, none of the ferals seen earlier were in site. It was perplexing to say the least. Wait... there were other dormitories in there with other tamers that were probably sleeping during this early hour, people who might be killed in their sleep by stampeding ferals or collapsing concrete. And, his damn conscience just had to nag him into going back into the deathtrap and waking everyone. Fuck.
“Gabby!” Matthias panted as he straightened himself upright, “there are still people inside, do you think we leave them and get help or run in and wake them personally?”
Gabby, being a fighting type, had recovered more quickly than her companions and glanced up to the side of the dormitory building. “Better idea, those windows on the side are dorm rooms, right? Why not get their attention through them?”
“An excellent idea!” Matthias announced. He then picked up a nearby rock from a planter and chucking it into a ground level window. The sounds of shattered glass and loud cursing emerged from mere moments later. A half-naked young man stuck his head out the window with a glare. Before he could speak, Matt shouted out to him, “There’s a large group of ferals rampaging around the dorm. Get your ass up and wake the others before you all become Pokéchow!”
The kid didn’t look like he believed him until he saw the security team rushing in around the corner. He paled and ducked back inside. Matthias and Gabriele repeated the process a few times until they were sure a good number of them were showing the better part of valor. The Security team shooed Matt away and he was happy to comply.
As they jogged away from the danger zone, Matt looked to his two ‘girls. “What a way to start the day, eh?”
Gabriele just snorted and ignored him.
XXX
Cold air rolled off of the angry pokégirl as she saw her mark slip away into a guarded area before she and her team could grab him. The two Youma under her command were edging away from her as she growled out her frustration. It was such a grand opportunity, but it turned out that the training camp had more personnel than was anticipated, a result of piss poor scouting. Why couldn’t the higher ups ever send anyone competent ahead of her? Worse, now they might all be on guard after the feral attack. All that could be done for now was observe and hope for an opening.
“Mistress Amon?” one of the Youma began a bit nervously.
Amon didn’t respond other than simply turning her glare in the direction of the lesser infernal.
“There seems to be a disturbance coming from the directions that the ferals charged from.”
This new revelation peaked the Daimon’s interest. It wasn’t as if there was any better opportunity waiting to be exploited.
XXX
The ferals were beaten back by the higher numbers of the trained Azure Camp Defense Team and their pokégirls. Sadly, after everything had blown over everyone who had been in the building were turned over to Theresa’s tender mercies for a checkup. Admittedly it was a good idea since many didn’t leave the building unscathed, but it still boded ill for many to be poked and prodded in the excess for what most were sure was the Night Nurse’s own amusement. It was a slow process filled with unnecessary blood samples, bruise inducing poking, more needles, and evil tweezers.
Worse, some of it was necessary for those who had been less lucky in the escape. There was a total count of fourteen ferals trying to force their way inside the building, many of them rather troublesome. A few of the trainees were either caught by the ferals in a position ill fit to defend themselves in or had even been partially buried under some of the structure which had been destabilized by the assault. The graduation ceremony for that day had been rescheduled for later that afternoon while damage control had swept in and cleaned up the mess. For those who needed more long term medical care for their injuries, they would have quiet, private ceremonies later while they healed and able to handle the excitement. After business in the now roped off building was concluded, individuals would be guided back to claim any possessions salvageable from the ruins. Fortunately, only a corner of the building was obviously demolished.
Matthias was a little embarrassed from a couple of groups thanking him for the ‘heads up’ about the attack, some going as far as calling him a lifesaver. Matt played his ‘my conscience made me do it’ explanations and made sure it was known that Gabriele was smart enough to think of smashing in the windows to get everyone’s attention. Many comments were made about her being good alpha material which led to Gabby blushing under Matt’s closer scrutiny and encouragement of her actions as of late.
In an act of what Matt knew to be her inner-sadist, Theresa had taken to calling him ‘Hero-boy’ just to watch him squirm uncomfortably. It’s not that it wasn’t flattering. In fact he was feeling warm n’ fuzzy about it at first, but it was so damn repetitive when coupled with those who were making, in Matt’s opinion, too big a deal over it. He was all for being recognized for a good deed, but it got old fast. He just hoped the faculty wouldn’t do anything theatrical about it while he tried to find a place to scarf his breakfast in piece.
XXX
Amon was getting impatient. There was no new news on the ‘disturbance’ that was reported earlier and things were getting sketchy. She had a number of Fiendish pokégirls and her two direct subordinate Youma keeping watch of their mark, but it was stupid to try anything now that the complex was in a heightened state of security and awareness. She had originally planned on having one of the faster pokégirls working under her snatch him while he was on the run from the feral horde and out of site, yet he just had to make a scene. She dearly hoped that he wasn’t one of those hero complex idiots. They were always surprisingly rigid in their beliefs and difficult to persuade unless they were exceedingly naïve.
The infernal blinked owlishly as her frustration became more apparent. The longer they stayed the more chances they had of getting caught. With the jittery and impatient electric types she was forced to use, she wasn’t sure just how long she had before she had to pull out. Amon hates not being sure. Glancing over at the bug Youma scouring the vicinity with her bear-trap memory banks, the Daimon was beginning to wonder what was special about her mark. He didn’t look exceedingly special in any way. Yes, he was moderately attractive and not out of shape, but there hasn’t been any sign of special Blood Traits or other genetically unique aspects, and the scheming Diamon was sure she was aware of the vast majority of important social and political figures, up-and-coming and otherwise so it wasn’t like he was important in that aspect.
Her orders were quite specific, but left no hint as to their purpose. ‘Use whatever methods to bring the mark back to my person. Do not expose yourself without dire need of it.’ Straight to the point, they were but without the juicy bits of information. Maybe she could convince the higher-ups that the best way to get him to court was to get into his harem and convince him to come by choice. At the very least he’d be more malleable to pretty words that way, and if he was important to the Queen and she was important to him, then she’d be in a good position. Best think out a plan, it wasn’t as if there was much to do while lurking around the perimeter of the camp site.
XXX
Matthias growled in frustration when he saw his crushed laptop partially sticking out from a slab of concrete. He carried that damn thing with him for no explainable reason just to have it destroyed without getting any use out of it. He sighed and threw his arms up in the air in defeat. Admittedly, the main reason why he hauled it with him was because of nostalgia and rationalizing its use. It may have been worth something in the future, but there’s no point in dwelling on the past. It’s not like he had much to his name besides the pokédex and spare ‘balls and ‘ball belt that he was awarded. Well, he had those rolls of plastic bags, but that’s about it. The crude things he fashioned out of his desperation in the wilderness upon his impromptu transdimensional voyage had been discarded once he reached civilization with the exception of the bags. If they worked as well as they did, then there was no reason to abandon them just so he’d have to buy more later.
He left the room moments later after a quick onceover for safety and decided to see if he could find out when the ceremony was rescheduled for. Most of the trouble had pretty much blown over, so nothing was really stopping them from getting it over with. He mumbled to himself somewhat vehemently as he went to track down one of the administrators in the know.
It turned out that it was in just under two hours. Not too long now. Butterflies made their way through his stomach as he began to get anxious about whether or not he’d be allowed to become a tamer. He was pretty sure that he offended his examiner. That would probably give him a rough score at the very least. It was crucial that he become a Tamer simply because he had no other alternative. Most any other profession required you to either have money and capital to invest or a documented education which required money.
There was always the criminal option, but that didn’t sit too well with Matt’s stomach. Worse, if that interviewer deigned to, she could make it so that he’d have to give up Gabriele and Flora, and he had taken a liking to the two, even if Flora was a bit difficult to manage at times. With that in mind, Matthias spent the remaining time with the two pokégirls. If it would be their final moments together, he might as well make it pleasant.
When the time came, he kissed the two in a silent goodbye just in case. Flora seemed interested in taking it a little further, but Matt gently put a halt to it. Although he wasn’t sure, Gabriele seemed to pick up on his distress but not the cause of it. Her perceptiveness was a little unsettling at times because he was pretty sure that he wasn’t the most open book in the world.
It was mandatory that they remain in their pokéballs during the ceremony for whatever reason, so in they went while he sat in his designated folding chair as he awaited to, hopefully, be called upon to be given his little certificate and have his pokédex and records updated. It was agonizing to wait as the list went down alphabetically. His fears were playing tricks on his mind, and regret festered in his heart as the time moved like chilled molasses. If he eeked by this, he’d do his best to be more tactful in the future so help him whatever divine force was toying with him recently.
“Brandt, Matthias,” boomed the powerful voice of the ATTC chief executive administrator who presided over the ‘graduation’ ceremony.
Matthias’s heart leapt. He was home free. Striding up to the auditorium stage rather quickly out of excitement, he took his place up in the row of graduates as the ATTC CEA came down shaking hands and awarding little plaques while an assistant next to him, possibly a pokégirl of sorts but equally possibly a human woman, reprogrammed the pokedéxes of each individual and granting them full tamer status and credentials. She took much longer with Matt’s for an unknown reason for which he tried to silently question her on with a raised eyebrow. The assistant just smirked before handing it back to him and proceeding to the next individual.
The rest of the short semi-formal ceremony was filled with applause and hasty departure. The majority of those in who received their full licensing were eager to either celebrate or begin their journey as soon as possible. Matt personally was having a word with Boris before he acted on long term plans.
“Got your license now, eh?” the widely set man began, “Big shot now.”
Matt resisted rolling his eyes with some effort. “Yes, I suppose.”
“You should try and find a magic school. Vale would be best, I believe,” Boris, never the type to tiptoe around a subject, cut right to the chase and threw his professional opinion down on the table.
Somewhat dazed by Boris’s bluntness, Matthias blinked a couple of times before he fully processed the statement. “I’m glad you think so highly of my ability, but I’ve seen the tuition cost of Vale. The kind of debt I could rack up going there doesn’t sit well with me. I’d be in the poor house as soon as I graduated.”
The Mage twirled his mustache as he gave his protégé a tired look. “Kid, I’ve done some snooping and seen your bank records. You’re not that bad off.”
Matt stiffened for a moment before remembering that those records weren’t in any way incriminating. “That money is the result of a onetime lucky break, and I know that it isn’t enough to fund a continued stay at Vale.”
“Damn it boy. It’s enough for at least three years.”
“Three out of seven.”
Boris sighed and kneaded his temples to try and cool his temper enough to make his point. “Yes, but there are always easy to earn scholarships and other means of financial support. Plus, you only pay for the amount of actual terms you spend their, not for the number of classes you take like most higher education, and you don’t have to pay until the end of the school year. As long as you don’t sit on your lazy ass and piss away your time, you can move ahead of the game at your own pace and skip ahead. I know you can,” he paused momentarily to eye Matt, as if to wordlessly convey ‘and you better,’ “Anyone can skip the first year, and we covered a good amount of the first year material already. Even if you only skip the first year and don’t get a scholarship until the higher years, which is unlikely, you can always start a work-study type job and use your yearly wages to pay your way for your remaining years.”
Matthias paused for a moment. That line of thought sounded good… but now that he considered it, there were too many ‘if’s’ in it for his liking. “Yeeeaaaaah,” he began unsurely, “I do want to further my magical education, but think I’d rather play it safe and simply save up any money I earn on my journey to pay my way through.”
Matt’s old instructor twitched momentarily before throwing his arms up in defeat. “Fine, I’m only a Vale graduate who teaches magic for a living to help prospective mages. What the hell do I know?”
The ‘prospective mage’ smiled sheepishly. “I value you advice, I really do, but I play things safe.”
Boris snorted. “Nothing safer than hunting rabid monsters in the wilderness with little to no chance of backup or rescue if your defense fails, right?”
Matt grimaced at the summarization of his new career. “If I manage to forgo stupid, nonessential things, like restaurants and hotels, for long enough, I should be able to earn enough for the rest of my stay at Vale shortly.”
A final sigh and a shake of the head later, “Away with ye, kid. You’re finished here.” Boris then produced a large metal pipe from whence Matt couldn’t see and took a swing at him. The tamer’s eyes bulged as he leapt back and ran to evade the following swings. Boris kept pace with him until he managed to run him out the front gates of the Camp.
XXX
Amon looked down upon her diagrammed plan and reveled in its ‘beauty.’
“Mistress,” called a hesitant Fiendish subordinate from the side.
Amon stiffened at the interruption and snapped back “What.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier if we just-“ the lesser infernal was silenced by a glare from the senior Diamon. Attempting to simplify a Diamon’s strategy was not a wise thing to do. “Err, but what if you accidently-“
Cold air rolled off of the Infernal OIC as the final warning to the Fiendish pokégirl. As the subordinate backed down, Amon turned back to her plan with a contemplating look. “Bring in 03. I have a use for her in this.”
The lesser Infernals mumbled amongst themselves as they figured out who would fetch 03. The target had recently moved out of the protected camp, and the time to move in on it was fast approaching.
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Type: Near Human (avian)
Element: Flying
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: Fish, eggs, small insects, milk
Role: Combat
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Bug, Fighting, Ground, Plant
Weak Vs: Electric, Ice, Rock
Attacks: Dive, Mach Breaker, Tackle, Scratch, Fury Swipes, Gust, Tempest, Feather Blizzard, Feather Shuriken, Speed Storm
Enhancements: Claws, wings, Enhanced Endurance (x3), Enhanced Strength (x3)
Evolves: Harpy Lady (2 Dream Stones)
Evolves From: None
A relatively well-known breed. They are human-looking for the most part, save for their lightly-feathered legs, claw like hands and feet with sharp talons, and the thickly-feathered wings on their arms. They also have much sharper than normal incisors, allowing them to cut through even the thickest-scaled fish. They are a decent, tough breed, but are relatively unpopular.
Harpies are temperamental Pokégirls, that fight viciously and savagely. Feral flocks, the most commonly seen type of Harpy, also tend to be relatively ugly looking, with twisted, hag like faces that make them look older than they usually are, Harpies having little concept of personal hygiene save to keep their teeth clean and occasional washing when their odor gets too much even for them. Their hair is almost always unkempt and tangled. It takes a patient Tamer to deal with a Harpy, in keeping them clean and dealing with their short tempers.
As stated earlier, Harpies tend to be ugly, being some of the least beautiful Pokégirl breeds. However, there are some exceptions. The most basic one is a Domestic or Threshold Harpy. Obviously, human-raised Pokégirls have a better concept of taking care of themselves, although they retain the same short tempers.
The most drastic exception to the rule of Harpies being ugly are the Harpies produced at the Kujaku Ranch and Breeding Center on the edge of the Indigo/Johto/Capital continents. The Kujaku family are famous world-wide for producing beautiful Pokégirls, having the policy that 'Inside everyone is a beautiful person waiting to emerge.' More liberal Leagues, such as the Crimson League or the WAPL, favor them due to their compassion towards Pokégirls. And the Pokégirls they produce there are nothing short of breath-taking, in many cases their beauty being surpassed only by the Legendaries themselves. Their Harpies, in particular, are stunning, some going so far as to call them 'Harpy Ladies.' Raising beautiful Harpies has been a personal project of the Kujaku Ranch ever since their opening, and the breed has become something of a flagship species for their Ranches, their 'Harpy Ladies' having the added benefit of being more in control of their violent tempers than their Feralborn sisters. Some members of the Kujaku Ranch brag that they could make even a Widow look beautiful if they could get away with it.
PokeSalons all over the world use Kujaku Ranch techniques.
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Type: as base type
Element: as base type (Infernal)
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: as base type
Role: agent of havoc
Libido: as base type
Strong Vs: as base type, Normal, Poison
Weak Vs: as base type, Ghost
Attacks: Hell Fire, Damnation, plus base type's attacks
Enhancements: Healthy, Toughness, Pristine Sensuality, plus base type's enhancements
Evolves: None
Evolves From: base type (dark blessing by an infernal Pokégirl)
A Fiendish Pokégirl is one who has been given a dark blessing by a powerful infernal Pokégirl, such as a Demoness or a Mazouku (and is not already of an infernal nature). This blessing is never given to an unknowing subject; the giver always makes sure the supplicant is not only ready, but willing to serve her as well. The evolution occurs immediately, but instead of a flash of light that signifies most evolutions, this one occurs in a flash of darkness. It's for this and other reasons that the infernal Pokégirl and the one receiving the blessing almost always do this in seclusion. An infernal Pokégirl usually only grants this to a Pokégirl who has been under her wing for some time now. Since most infernal Pokégirls are weak against their celestial counterparts, they tend to use a Fiendish Pokégirl that they've trained to do their dirty work for them, since Fiendish Pokégirls aren't weak versus celestials. However, an infernal Pokégirl knows she's walking a thin line with this. Any Pokégirl trained by an infernal is sure to be as sneaky and self-serving as her mentor, and giving her extra power could set up the infernal Pokégirl to be stabbed in the back. Add to this that most Pokégirls are very upset to learn that once they become Fiendish, they can no longer evolve, and it tends to be only a matter of time before they turn on their mentor, usually with disastrous results. Because of this, infernal Pokégirls usually chose moderately-powerful Pokégirls to transform into Fiendish Pokégirls, a great irony when one considers that this usually denies the Fiendish Pokégirl the power she would need to defeat a celestial.
A Fiendish Pokégirl is one who is harder to hurt than before. Her Toughness enhancement allows her to soak up more damage and still keep going than she could have previously, and her Healthy enhancement lets her resist all but the most virulent diseases. A Fiendish Pokégirl also has the Pristine Sensuality enhancement, which increases her beauty subtly, smoothing out small imperfections that existed before to make her stunning now. Further, it somehow makes her seem incredibly sultry. Everything she does, every move she makes, just seems suggestive and erotic somehow.
Fiendish Pokégirls become stronger in battle as well. Their new status helps render them resistant to poison, making them favored fighters against Poison-type Pokégirls. They are also easily able to walk all over Pokégirls with no favored element. However, they have a harder time affecting Ghost-type Pokégirls than they did before, finding it more difficult to affect those Pokégirls who have already stepped beyond the veil of death, and so have little to fear from hellish concerns.
A Fiendish Pokégirl has two new attacks: Hell Fire and Damnation. Damnation is a more powerful version of the Witch's Curse attack. Whereas that conveys a very temporary bout of minor bad luck to the target, Damnation inflicts a lasting case of ill fortune. The results are never major, but the recipient can usually count on being in the wrong place at the wrong time, subject to unfair circumstances, etc. This aura of ill luck can only be cancelled by the one who bestowed it, by a stronger infernal Pokégirl, or by a kiss from a celestial Pokégirl. Hell Fire is a much more dramatic attack. The Pokégirl can form black fire in her hands to throw at her opponents. Hell Fire is very intense, but this is due to magic more than any degree of heat, and it is able to burn both living things and inanimate objects with astounding tenacity, even setting afire things that should be inflammable. It is still a fire and magic attack though, and can be blocked by defenses that stop those elements. Fiendish Pokégirls are no better or worse at pokesex battles than they were before evolving.
A Fiendish Pokégirl cannot be evolved by any method. Furthermore, the Pokégirl who granted the base type her Fiendish status can remove that same blessing at any time, from any distance (though she otherwise has no connection of any sort to her supplicant). When this happens, the base-type can again evolve normally. However, unbecoming a Fiendish Pokégirl results in the base type falling under the effects of a Damnation attack, and in her eyes turning completely black (although her vision is in no way changed). The base type Pokégirl cannot remove the Damnation herself, and the brand identifies her nature to those in the know, which means that most celestial or infernal Pokégirls will want nothing to do with the base type Pokégirl. When the Damnation is removed, her eyes return to normal.
There have never been reports of a Feral Fiendish Pokégirl, but considering how rare they are and how easily they'd be able to get laid, this isn't too surprising. There likewise have never been any cases of a Threshold girl becoming a Fiendish Pokégirl of any sort, something researchers guess to be impossible short of an infernal Pokégirl taking a hand before the transformation to Pokégirl.