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Matthias, resting from his little shopping trip into the city that was thankfully only about ten miles away from the ATTC, sat inside his tent with Flora curled around him while he fiddled with his ‘dex. Currently, he was trying to set up a recorded message. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the pocket universal computer things were supposedly idiot proof. This acclaimed fact made Matt feel like an idiot, especially after flipping through the convoluted manual and taking that “Use of Modern Taming Tech” class that everyone was forced to take during the first week at the Azure Tamer Training Camp. Memories came to mind of his old home’s computer companies making seemingly ‘user friendly’ computers that were just an excuse to create a new and completely unnecessary organization system to shove down everyone’s throat.
After his toils, a cool female voice was emitted from the device, “Please press enter to begin recording your message.”
The fresh tamer blinked owlishly and made a mental note to find a way to turn off all the annoying sounds on the confounded device. He quickly entered the appropriate contact and got to it once the ‘recording’ light came on.
“Louis! It’s me Matt, as you no doubt can see. Been a while, hasn’t it? Finally finished my stay at ATTC and have my shiny, new Tamer’s license. Took long enough. Thought I’d give you a call and see how you’re doing. Camping’s been a lot less life-threatening now that I have these two–Gabriele’s on watch—to keep an eye on my sorry carcass.
Thanks again and hope to hear from ya sometime. Bye…” Matt frowned as he hit a button and the recording light didn’t turn off. “God Damnit…” he muttered and growled as he hit various buttons on the miniature keyboard and ‘Holotouch,’ which was just a glorified touch screen with some cheap holographic gimmick (though admittedly Matt was shocked at first) until he heard a cool ‘message sent’ from the machine. He hoped it didn’t record his difficulty with operating the (supposedly) ‘simple’ device into the message. “Victory!” the frustrated tamer exclaimed, startling Flora in the process. The Plant-type gave him a half-hearted glare before snuggling back into him.
The technology of this world was not really that far removed from his own, but the operating gimmicks were beyond infuriating. Strange pictures, color codes, and voice options that sounded like he accidently dialed a phone sex line, replaced what could—and most definitely in his opinion, should—be replaced with simple words. The convoluted manual was even worse and of no real help.
Matthias’s fuming was interrupted by Gabriele sticking her head into the tent quickly with a serious expression.
“Matt, there are some ferals sniffing around camp. One looks like an Eva evolution. Don’t know about the other.”
The newly licensed tamer bolted to his feet and did his best to muffle the inane chirping of the ‘dex. Flora was ruffled beyond belief but she managed to dissect most of Gabriele’s meaning thanks to her language T2, and the seriousness of the air was not lost on her either. The ‘dex’s recorder was put into ‘passive,’ a nifty little feature that had one of the processors handle the camera with its motion tracker while other functions run, hardly even slows it down.
Flora stays in front of her tamer while he takes a gander at the general direction Gabby indicated. He managed to see two blurs…blur past each other and was forced to blink the images away as he focused on their higher speeds. He saw the Eva evolution and pegged it as a Joltina by the looks of it. The other one was a bit different. It looked fairly human at first glance, but Matt managed to see a pair of horns peak out from her hair when the two landed in a ball together and wrestled shortly.
The horned ‘girl seemed to have the upper hand up close while the two where shocking one another with electric attacks. The Joltina was getting crushed physically and only managed to get away by biting off the nipple of her opponent. The trio of observers winced as the faster Joltina ‘bolted’ away from the other. At the moment the horned ‘girl stopped moving to clutch her injured breast in agony, Matt managed to get her lined up long enough for the ‘dex scanner to get a decent image of her.
And the contestant was… an Oni. That explains the strength but not why she didn’t crush the Joltina like an overripe melon when she had her in her hold. He doubted a feral without a lessened state would have the mental capacity to attack a non-friendly feral and show considerable restraint. Maybe she’d be less kind with her wounded chest.
Gabriele nudges her commander. “Hey, what do we do?”
Matt shrugged. “Nothing for now. They’re doing all the fighting for us. The Oni has already glanced at us a handful of times and seems to be more focused on her attacker. I say we keep close without appearing too threatening and wait for them to wear each other down. Unless of course they turn on us, which I doubt.”
“Less work for us, I guess. I’ll keep watch show so that no nasties decide to pummel us while we’re busy watching them. Matt blinked. He didn’t think of that. Wait a minute, the ‘dex says ‘96% Oni.’ The device is only supposed to estimate if the target’s too far away to completely scan. The little loading bar seemed stuck on something. Generally it’s lightning fast and loads before you really would notice it. What was bungling it up?
(1500—1/2 Km. outside of Matt’s camp)
“Mistress Amon…”
“What?!” snapped the irritable Daimon.
“He’s not going for it.”
“I have eyes too, you insipid wart.” The youma was asking for it. When one of her beautifully crafted plans is thwarted by a loose variable like intelligence, she was not to be bothered. She heard that the boy she was to pick up was a fresh graduate, a greenhorn. She had put plenty of them through the meat grinder before with similar tactics, and she wasn’t even supposed to try and kill this one. Unlike most newbies, this one had the luxury of forethought. She’d just step up the plans a bit ahead of time and see if her structured schedule of events can hold without him attacking the two Fiendish templated ‘girls he’s keeping an eye on. No matter how stupid a ploy it was, it always seemed to work on most idiot tamers…Then again, this new league actually trains their tamers…Crap, they’d need a massive overhaul of tactics in the future. At least it shouldn’t screw things up to badly just this once.
(1505—Matt’s Camp)
The Oni, known to her comrades as F-020, was worse for wear. She was also furious, though kept it carefully bottled inside. They were supposed to just make the stupid fight look real, which wasn’t hard by the standards held by most morons that got their badges, her old master included. Most tamers would also had done as they’re supposed to and brashly attacked the fighting pair, distracting them while the others set up. So many fools fall into it every time, and this time it just HAD to be a smart one. And not to mention her partner’s decorum of their ‘mock’ battle, she feels the need to cash in her personal vendetta now of all times.
Finally, she noticed two of the Youma grunts, 33 and 07, weaving a small area compulsion spell to blanket the area and keep people within it from running too far away from the specified area. They were simple runes that most anyone can do now since that snotty 03 showed up. No one wanted to have a rookie show them up so badly with simple human magic that learning runes became an interest in the court outside of the mainstream Vale magic which was standard before their operations moved to Azure.
Once the blanket of compulsive magic was dropped, Amon appeared at the edge of the encampment along with… what do you know, 03, maybe she can get herself killed today while Amon fulfills another one of her insane, stereotypical Daimon, win spectacularly or spectacularly fail, plans. It was saddening to many of her subordinates that the bitch always seems to win.
Amon huffed in the air. 03 was trailing to the side. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to bring that particular Youma with her. She’s new and untrained, only having gotten into the Queen’s court because of her already having some limited magic training and some interesting information about the league’s magic enclave. However, she was not suited for the Daimon’s beautifully laid out plans. The lesser infernal hated long plans and had trouble cooperating. It was mostly everyone’s hope that she got herself killed, though the higher ups needn’t know that.
Despite the Amachoke looking in a different direction, the male twitched and started looking around before glancing a little too close to their general direction for the Daimon’s comfort, forcing Amon to grab the incautious Youma and halt her movement. Once his gaze shifted away from them, she pulled the wayward Youma behind some cover. It seems that this human payed attention to his surroundings. Amon idly wondered if she’d be able to lead this particular target by the nose once she infiltrated his harem, or if he’d be a challenge. The thought made her warm slightly as—Shit, 03 jumped the gun.
The Youma telekinetically grabbed a small branch and javelin threw it at the group. Matt’s eyes widened comically as he alerted his two ‘girls of the threat. Flora for once took initiative and extended her vines using them to redirect the projectile. Matthias stood impressed for a few seconds before noticing the two electric types had turned their attention to them as well. Amidst all the commotion, his pokédex chose that moment to vibrate, signaling its completion. This alerted Matt of something troubling. It registered the Oni as a Fiendish templated Oni. Oh perfect, it was a fucking trap.
FIENDISH ONI, the Infernal Shagging and Shocking Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Electric (Infernal)
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: human food
Role: agent of havoc
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Electric, Flying, Steel, Water, Normal, Poison
Weak Vs: Dragon, Ground, Plant, Rock, Ghost
Attacks: Hellfire, Damnation, Hammer, Pummel, Yell, Glare, Thunder Shock, Thunder Wave, Thunder Bolt, Spark, Jolt
Enhancements: Healthy, Toughness, Pristine Sensuality, Enhanced Durability, Enhanced Strength (x4), Electromagnetic Flight
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Tomboy (Thunder Stone)
Matt cursed his inattentiveness to the tingling of magic that he had been feeling earlier and murmured his orders through the rather useful headset he bought at the market. Flora sent a razor leaf into the gut of the Oni who was trying to levitate away on her electromagnetic field. The living defibrillator plummeted to the ground only to be pounded by a charging Amachoke and pokéballed. Flora continued slapping away the debris the seemingly Psychic-type Youma was flinging at them. The Joltina took that moment to try and rush Matthias and send an overpowered electric bolt in his direction.
Amon was silently shaking as her plan crumbled. This time it was her subordinate’s fault. No point in acting now, might as well just capture the human, that’d be a much simpler task that even these fools could do. The angry Daimon stepped into the fray just in time to see the Amachoke intercept the lightning that was going to strike the tamer and the other Fiendish under her command get a face full of some kind of powder from the Ivywhore.
The Youma, 03, managed to hit the plant type with confusion just as the Amachoke was recovering from the electric attack she received. Unfortunately, the Joltina dozed off right about then and got ‘balled by the fighter. Amon grit her teeth and wished the other two youma under her command didn’t have to maintain the rune field in order so she could have back up. She suddenly didn’t like the odds that were against her. Good thing the only one who needed to be alive was the male, and he couldn’t really fight back. It was time to actually take out the defenders, the tamer’s sensibilities be damned. So long as he was brought back in one piece, the higher ups shouldn’t care.
A magic variant of an Ice Beam flew out and narrowly missed Flora, causing the defending trio to shift their attention to the oncoming Daimon. Another ice-based magical attack flew their way soon after the first was finished. The Infernals became a bit more brazen and closed in on the defenders. The combination of projectiles and minor psychic attacks coming from the Youma and the magic attacks coming from the Daimon pushed them back as since the magic made it excessively difficult to defend.
Matthias’s heart raced in his chest the Infernals pushed them back. He needed to think fast. Let’s see, the Psychic type was keeping a distance and using telekinetic attacks against them. Using solid objects against her would work to her advantage. The other infernal was using ice based attacks, but it felt like magic to him, or at least what his meager magical training told him. He knew he was going to hate this. Sending his girls up against elements they were weak against was supposed to be one of the last things you did.
“Girls, this might be tough, but we can’t keep up like this. Gabby, can you handle the Qi blast yet? I know you’ve only practiced with it just today, but this is important.” The fighter mumbled back her affirmative and Matt continued. “Gabby, use your Qi blast and see if you can get the psychic off her game. Flora, do the same and send razor leaves after the ice user.” Matt gulped and silently prayed that they wouldn’t have to go against their elemental weakness for too long. Just long enough to switch and get a good hit in.
Gabriele charged in and dodged past a branch that was telekinetically javelin thrown at her. As the fighter neared, a barrier consisting of fallen branches, stones, and earth flew in front of the psychic type. Once the shield obscured her from view, Gabby charged and threw a rather unstable Qi blast, busting threw the earthen shield and exploding soon after. The burst of energy threw the psychic back and slammed her through a large oak tree.
Meanwhile, Flora managed to hurl nearby objects into the Ice users line of fire and toss a few razor leaves into the mix. While the various projectile’s were either frozen or pelted with conjured ice shards, several thin razor leaves slipped through and gave Amon deep gashes, that flared up and broke her concentration.
Whilst the seething Daimon was focusing on using magic to heal a hemorrhaging artery in her armpit, Flora took the opportunity to lay it on and throw a small tree and several more razor leaves at the Infernal. The distracted pokégirl got herself pinned under the tree, and the Ivywhore leapt upon her and wrapped her vines around her neck, squeezing with all her might, and pulled out a fist full of sleep powder.
Amon would not stand for this. She could not be defeated by such a lesser pokégirl. The Daimon released her Aura of Fear and drained as much energy as she could through their physical connection. Flora froze in fright and grew in lethargy while the infernal used an energy blade to cut through the wood pinning her down and stab through the offending plant type.
Matt’s head whipped about at Flora’s scream and attempted to recall her upon seeing her run through, but by the time the beam reached her, the Daimon wrenched the blade up and split clean through her. The pokéball didn’t recall her when the beam hit. Matt tried a second and third time before he noticed the enemy pokégirl set her sights on him. Her Aura of Fear washed over him and he immediately made a run for it, his senses overwhelmed by his primal survival instinct.
Amon saw the male run rather than lock in place. Oh well, it made it more fun, if more troublesome. She allowed herself a predatory grin as she took after him, quickly covering the distance with her x3 enhanced speed. The human bobbed and weaved through as many trees and other various obstacles as much as he could. Amon snickered as she easily closed in upon him. Even in his dead run, he was just so slow.
At that moment, Gabriele showed up again and sucker-punched the unsuspecting Infernal with a vicious round house. The Daimon’s weakness the fighting attacks took its toll as she was knocked off her feet and into the ground. The Amachoke wasted no time delivering as much punishment as she could and beat the attacker into unconsciousness. A ‘balling later with one of the set of pokéballs Matt allowed her to carry, and she was off to find wherever her tamer went off too.
Fortunately, with the attacking pokégirl unconscious and put away, the Aura of Fear dissipated immediately and Matt had stopped behind a boulder and was peering out at Gabby. Matt spoke through the radio, “Is that the last of them?”
“I think so. Where’s Flora?”
A strangled cry came over the radio. Matt stepped out from behind the boulder and approached the towering Amachoke. As he stumbled closer, Gabriele noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks. Her heart fell as he spoke. “She didn’t make it. She got hit with the Aura too and froze in place. I tried to recall her, but she was killed before the beam hit her.”
The gravity of those words settled over them, and they stood facing one another in silence. Moments later, Gabriele drew Matthias into a consoling hug as the tears flowed. Matt didn’t sob. He didn’t want his failure to be aware to drag him down into a pit. He still needed to work with Gabriele. He broke away and allowed a sad, watery smile for Gabby’s sake and forcedly walked himself towards where he last saw Flora.
The sight of the body was too much for him. He grit his teeth as his breathing became heavy and his sinuses clogged. They paid their respects as two ugly pokégirls watched them. Matthias and Gabriele took notice of them and observed their watchers. Matt flipped open his ‘dex and scanned them, narrowing his eyes when the results came back as a pair of Youma.
The two chattered to each other before the insectoid looking one spread a pair of thin, clear wings, picked up her companion, and flew off. They watched the Youma depart until they were almost out of sight. Matt was the first to break the silence.
“We should go. I don’t want to, but they’ll probably be back. The city is only a few miles away. If we leave now, we might be there before sunset.” His words were forced and broken, but their weight still held. Gabriele nodded sadly and followed Matt to gather what was left of their camp.
Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE FIENDISH JOLTINA, the Infernal Lightning Eva Pokégirl
Type: Animorph, Humanoid
Element: Electric (Infernal)
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: berries, nuts, common pokechow
Role: agent of havoc
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Electric, Flying, Steel, Water, Normal, Poison
Weak Vs: Dragon, Ground, Plant, Rock, Ghost
Attacks: Hell Fire, Damnation, Thunder Bolt, Quick Attack, Thunder, Thunderwave, Static Barrier, Agility, Zapring, Satellite, Spike Cannon
Enhancements: Healthy, Toughness, Pristine Sensuality, Enhanced Agility (x5), Electrical powers
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Eva (Thunder Stone)
Joltinas are, perhaps, the least preferred of all Eva evolutions.
Joltinas are less favored as they are not as fluid as Vaporitas can be nor as warm as Flareas are. As such, they tend to be looked upon as less than attractive. Outside of a need of a battle, Tamers will usually just sell them to electric Pokégirl lovers.
Joltinas have recently also been employed in mines as sources of light as they can use the Flash technique.
First thought to have only been used in the war as parts of the Storm Generation force, more research into former battles has shown that these girls were used to hold the flank positions on larger Pokégirl attack forces. By employing their natural speed, and the Static Barrier a small group of Joltinas could defend the flanks of much slower/more powerful Pokégirls who would be focused on the main battle. There have been several reports of Pincer Maneuvers by Human forces failing due to paralysis of scouts and infantrymen.
Recent research has shown that Joltinas are able to utilize both the Zapring and the Satellite attacks after intense training. However this is the best that any Joltina has been able to achieve so far, none have shown an ability to perform the higher MK moves.
The Joltina maintains the heavily furred form of the Eva though the fur becomes more course and stiff. This fur allows for the Joltina to use the Spike Cannon maneuver. Her breasts don't normally change with this form, in fact they tend to shrink to allow the Joltina better speed and maneuverability. In this form the color of the fur of the Eva's mane changes to match the fur of the rest of her body. While the Joltina's libido is average she has a gift that makes her enjoyable for any tamer deserving of this skill. She is able to send small electric pulses though her vaginal walls that help intensify sensations brought from taming her. This ability cannot be forced and will only happen when a certain amount of comfort with the tamer has been achieved.
FIENDISH ONI, the Infernal Shagging and Shocking Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Electric (Infernal)
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: human food
Role: agent of havoc
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Electric, Flying, Steel, Water, Normal, Poison
Weak Vs: Dragon, Ground, Plant, Rock, Ghost
Attacks: Hellfire, Damnation, Hammer, Pummel, Yell, Glare, Thunder Shock, Thunder Wave, Thunder Bolt, Spark, Jolt
Enhancements: Healthy, Toughness, Pristine Sensuality, Enhanced Durability, Enhanced Strength (x4), Electromagnetic Flight
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Tomboy (Thunder Stone)
A Tomboy who is exposed to a Thunder Stone evolves into an Oni. This is the evolution that most Tamers prefer to have their Tomboys go through. An Oni gains quite a bit more cleavage than her previous form, with her breasts swelling to a nice C-cup, and her legs lengthening to be long and delicate. For these reasons they tend to wear as little as possible (although they prefer not to go naked), enjoying flaunting their new figures. Onis also grow a small pair of horns atop their head, but these are easily hidden under their hair. An Oni usually leaves behind most of her bad attitude that she possessed as a Tomboy, but she can still be jealous and obstinate at times. These instances happen less frequently though, and usually don’t involve nearly as much pain for the Tamer she is jealous over. When it does involve pain though, it’s in the form of high-voltage electric shocks. They tend to use these shocks during Taming as well, but to a much lesser degree, applying a very faint but quick electric shock to her partner’s sensitive areas for stimulation. It stings a little, but the surprise is quite arousing for those who enjoy that sort of thing.
As far as combat goes, Onis are proficient fighters. They retain the most of the attacks of their previous form, as well as the durability. They do take a hit in strength, but what they lose in sheer physical prowess is made up for by the fact that they gain a wide array of electric attacks.
The most impressive ability of an Oni though is her ability to use Electromagnetic Flight. Using this enhancement, she concentrates ambient electricity inside her body, letting her ride the Earth’s natural electromagnetic field to fly. Because the electricity she uses to do this is generated and kept within her, she doesn’t attract metal or otherwise let the field externally manifest. Despite this ability, an Oni has been conclusively proven not to be a Flying type. This is mostly due to the fact that no Oni has any types of Flying attacks or enhancements, but also due to the lack of good maneuverability. When an Oni is flying, at any speed, it takes her anywhere from three to five seconds to alter her speed and/or direction as she adjusts her internal electricity to move through the magnetic field of the earth in a different manner. While three to five seconds isn’t a lot, in a fight this lack of quick air movement can be costly, with only the Oni’s powerful electrical attacks counterbalancing this weakness to give them the advantage against Flying-types. In a serious match, an Oni will remain on the ground. An Oni can never carry another person with her in the air, nor any objects that are very heavy.
Feral Onis are relatively easy to capture. They tend to fly around, heedless of their surroundings and oblivious to all that goes on around them. By the time they notice that a Tamer is coming after them, it tends to be too late. Threshold girls directly become an Oni only rarely.