16:23 July 8th 312 AS, Cherry Grove Gym
“Flamethrower!” Trance yelled before jumping out of the way of the half stray attack.
Larix growled and fired again, hitting her Heracunt opponent square in the face and finally causing the girl to fall to her knees, burnt and unconscious.
“Havok is the winner!” announced the ref as Larix cracked her neck and walked back to her tamer's side of the arena. Trance kissed her after whispering something in her ear, immediately balling her before she could hit him.
“Congratulations Mr. Havok. It's been a while since I had a good battle.” Nicki Lahler said as she recalled her scorched girl.
Trance grinned and walked over to the young woman, shaking her outstretched hand. “I appreciate the compliment, but that was still too close for my comfort.”
Nicky handed him a badge and shook her head. “A win is a win, no matter the terms of said win. Now, I need to heal my girls and prepare for my next battle. Have a good day and good luck with the rest of the gyms.” With that, the only female of he Lahler family turned and left the arena, leaving Trance to find his own way out.
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He arrived back at the poke'center about twenty minutes later and set his belt on the counter after removing Aurora's ball. “Healing and cleaning cycles please.” The Nursejoy smiled and nodded before taking the balls into the back. Trance turned and headed back to his room where he removed all but his jeans and released his own Nursejoy.
“So I take it we won?” she asked upon seeing her tamer's smiling face.
“Uh huh. It was two to one. Kara lost, but just barely, and Seria seems to be adjusting to her new abilities quite nicely.”
“I've been meaning to talk with you about that,” Aurora said as she slid her clothes to the floor, leaving just her panties and bra remaining. “I don't think Kara's right for Alpha.”
This caught Trance's attention and he raised an eyebrow. “And why would you say that? You two have been best friends since grade school.”
Aurora thought for a moment and stared up at the ceiling. “Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, but I also know her better than you do. She's too immature, and she isn't strong enough. Larix is too hot headed to be the alpha, and she doesn't listen to Kara at all. I've seen Seria's orders get through more often, and she can't even talk!”
“How'd I miss something like that?” he asked, genuinely confused how something so obvious could have been overlooked.
“Because,” she said with a heavy sigh, “she's too much like you. You two have always caused trouble together, so your mind brushes it off as normal behavior.”
Trance frowned and sat next to the pink haired beauty, thinking hard about the decision suddenly placed before him. That is, before Aurora climbed into his lap and pushed him back to the bed.
“Think later. Right now I need to give you a victory ride,” she said with a sluttish grin.
Trance blinked a couple of times before returning the grin and grabbing the female's hips, forcing her to grind down against his crotch.. “I like the way you think.”
7:25, July 8th 312 AS, Cherry Grove Pokécenter
“Alright ladies,” the black haired tamer said as he paced before his 'troops'. “I have had a question of leadership brought to my attention. The one who brought it up believes Kara is unfit for the job of Harem Alpha, and thinks Seria should assume the title.”
“What about me?!?” Larix asked incredulously, sounding more than a little hurt. “I'm stronger than either of these two!”
Trance sighed and spoke calmly. “Larix, you know as well as I do that until your final evolution, that position is off limits to you. Even then you may be too hot headed to do so.”
Larix fell silent and began chewing her tongue, knowing her tamer spoke the truth.
“Now, in order to decide the new alpha, Kara and Seria will have a battle. The winner claims the title. Does this sound fair?” Seria nodded her head rapidly, causing her bell to jingle wildly.
Kara, however, was a little less enthusiastic. Her feelings were hurt, thinking her tamer was going to replace her with the furball. “I guess...” 'I can't lose him to her.'
“Alright then. Girls, to your places.”
The two walked over to opposite ends of the court yard, their tamer in the center. Both took up a stance and waited for their orders.
“Okay you two, just like a normal match. First one to either surrender or pass out loses.” He turned and headed to his mark ringside. “Oh, and try not to kill each other. The loser is still part of the harem, and they get to spend the night out of their ball, with me.”
Kara growled as she prepared to attack first. 'Great, either way she'll get him. Oh well, at least I can cause her some pain before then.'
Seria watched her new opponent get into an attack position and began hopping from one foot to the other.
Both girls were nervous as they waited for their tamer's order to- “Fight!”
Kara was first off the block, charging at the Eva and using Flash to blind the black furred fox-squirrel before slamming a fist into the poor girl's forehead, knocking her a few feet back.
Seria however rolled with the hit, flipping backwards head first, onto her hands, then back to her feet. She shook her head clear of the cobwebs and just barely ducked a foot aimed at the side of her head. Kara was forced to follow through with her kick, leaving a rather large opening for the squirrel girl to hit her with a Dark Bomb to her left hip, causing the Trixie to fly forward several feet, landing awkwardly and clutching the wounded leg.
“You'll pay for that,” the normally bubbly girl growled angrily before using Blur to rush forward and try to land another hit on the Umbrea.
Seria, however, had other plans, and used agility to dodge the attack and swing her own foot at the side of Kara's head, eliciting a small cry of pain from Kara as she skipped off the ground towards the nearby wall. The impact caused a few chips of cement to flake off, and Kara sat there stunned for a moment, having just had the breath knocked out of her.
Seria took this opportunity to rush her alpha who was slowly getting to her feet. Unfortunately for Kara, she regained focus just in time to feel the pain of a shoulder slamming into her gut and the back of her head hitting the cement wall once more before she blacked out.
“STOP!” Trance yelled quickly seeing Kara's eyes become unfocused and roll back into her. He quickly hit her with the retract beam from her ball.
Seria turned quickly and looked like she had done something wrong, but only got a reassuring smile from her tamer as he handed the ball to Aurora who was quickly on her way to the front counter. “You did well Seria. While you may have gone a little overboard on poor Kara, it wasn't entirely unexpected.”
Larix pouted under the tree and watched Seria's facial reactions. She had to admit that the furry spaz was strong. “So's that mean she's the new Alpha?”
Trance nodded and Seria jumped happily once more, the only sounds coming from her excited reactions being her small silver bell.
Trance suddenly found himself on the grass under the affectionate female, the entire scene only causing Larix to roll her eyes. “Oh come on you two, get a room whydoncha?”
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Trance sighed as he lay down next to Kara that evening, the female still fully clothed and still fuming. “Kara, you know that this is what happens all the time,” he said softly as he rubbed the girl's hip. “And just because you aren't the alpha doesn't mean you aren't any less important to me.”
The usually giggling girl merely 'hmph'ed and pushed her tamer's hands away.
“Hey now, what happened to me calling the shots, huh? You're the one who always tells me to be more assertive with my position.” Upon receiving yet another underwhelming response from the girl Trance decided he'd assert himself in another way, this time moving faster than the girl could react, he flipped her on her back, unzipped her outfit, and began tickling her mercilessly, tearing a fit of laughter from the girl's ever peppy core, and forcing her eyes to sparkle as they normally did.
“OKAY OKAY!!! I GIVE ALREADY!” she shouted through the fit of giggles, trying to get the wonderful torment to stop. But she knew it wouldn't as she knew one of her master's favorite features about her was how her laughter 'rang in his ears as the prettiest bell never could' as he'd said the first night they had tamed.
And that was also the night that Trance had discovered one more important feature about the female. Laughing made her hot. It was one reason her libido was as high as it was and she always caused so much trouble, he had decided. He confirmed it several times when he would torture her the way he was now, forcing her to laugh until she nearly cried.
'Mmm... and there's that wonderful aroma I've grown so fond of,' he thought as he eased her legs apart with his own and slid easily between them, giving him access to grind himself against her clothing clad core, forcing her to moan through her residual laughter as his hands gripped her rack roughly, just the way she always liked after they argued.
“Mmm... please, don't tease me. I've had a disappointing day and you need to help cheer me up. Please?” Kara asked, looking up into his deep blue eyes with her own orange ones, her orbs darkened with lust and her breathing heavy.
Trance was never one to disobey a request like that so he grabbed the girl's hips and slowly slid her thong down her toned legs, uncovering the source of the heady scent that was now filling the room, causing his mouth to water incessantly.
He tossed the small piece of cloth across the room and instantly dove on his former alpha, driving his tongue as far up into the now moaning girl as he could, in an attempt to get as much of her essence into his mouth as he could. 'Thank the gods for enhanced taste,' he thought to himself as he continued to attack the writhing girl beneath him, her legs clamping around his head, locking him in place until he finished the job.
“Gh-gods Trance, yh-yes! Right there, ohhh fuck!” Rambled the Trixie, her freshly washed face blushing a deep red as her heart rate increased more and more with each lashing of his skilled tongue, driving her ever closer to the edge of her senses, leaving her panting and moaning into the otherwise silent room.
With every lick, Trance received more of her nectar, spurring him to drive his tongue faster and deeper, attempting to drain the girl dry in an attempt to quench his thirst.
Within a few minutes they both got their wish, as Kara screamed in pleasure into the soundproofed room, her orgasm rocking her body and causing her nether regions to explode into her lover's waiting mouth, Trance drinking down every drop of the heavenly essence that now flooded his senses, tripping the breaker that causing him to revert to a much more primal form.
A form with only one urge.
Kara was still shaking in mid orgasm when she felt Trance move. Less than a second later she released another loud long moan of pleasure as she was stretched by her tamer's length, the large organ slipping inside with ease as her juices lubricated his entry.
Trance leaned in and kissed the small framed girl roughly, her tongue instantly sliding in to battle his own in order to get a taste of herself, the flavor causing her to shiver in delight as he raised her legs over his shoulders and pulled out to just the head, his strong hands gripping her hips and his whole body tensing as he prepared to strike.
Kara's head felt like it was going to explode as that first real thrust impacted her back walls, the tamer now claiming her, proving who she belonged to, slamming into her repeatedly, the force causing her to inhale and exhale in time with her tamer's thrusts, causing the already nearly overwhelmed girl to begin getting dizzy as well.
Trance could feel her overstretched walls tightening around him, and he smirked as he continued to slam into her, feeling his first orgasm beginning to build as a slight tingle at the base of his spine, and beginning to spread.
Kara was on the verge of tears, the pleasure beginning to overload her system, despite having been utterly reamed in this fashion several times a week for the last four years, starting when Trance took her virginity, several months before her threshold.
Trance could smell the salt of Kara's tears welling in her eyes, and knew she was near her breaking point, and growled in pleasure as his suspicions were confirmed as the girls inner walls began fluttering around his organ, now trying to milk him of his seed, which his body gladly gave her as he reached his own orgasm, unleashing wave after wave of cream into the writhing female, his growl turning into a slight roar as he coated her insides.
They stayed locked together for a few minutes, Kara's muscles milking the last drops from Trance as they both tried to control their breathing. Trance leaned over and gently kissed Kara as he slid from her depths, elicting a soft moan from the girl.
“Mmm... I th-think I can handle Seria as alpha,” she cooed before drifting off.
12:34, July 9th 312 AS, Cherry Grove Hospital
Trance walked out of the hospital with Seria hanging off his right arm and sighed. The police had 'requested' that he go visit the evolution stand owner and pay for the damages. After being given the runaround at the hospital a few times, he had finally managed to locate the man's room and made a surprise visit.
Luckily for Trance, the man was just glad to be alive, so the chat went pretty well. The old guy ended up even more ecstatic that his stone helped them out, so instead of accepting the offer to pay for the damages, he merely requested that Trance pay for the stone, as it had apparently been rather difficult to find.
Trance sighed again as he and his Umbria walked in the sunlight, shaking his head at the price of the stone. “Hun, next time we need to evolve one of you, let's try to stick with the normal way. I almost feel like my bank account needs a smoke after that transaction.”
Seria giggled silently and hugged her tamer's arm closely. She absolutely adored every aspect of him. His looks, his sense of humor, and especially his oral skills. Those always made her shiver when she thought about them.
However, their mid day stroll back to the pokecenter was interrupted rather rudely by a voice yelling from seemingly nowhere. “Hey you!”
Trance looked around at the generic shouting as he continued walking. Why was anybody yelling on a day like this?
“You! The moron with the black furred slut! I wish to challenge you!”
This last statement irked Trance greatly and resulted in him stopping mid-step and looking around to find the source of the annoying voice so he could pummel it.
As he had guessed, the Red haired male was coming at him from a kind of an intercept course which is why he hadn't noticed him before. Within a few seconds, he was just outside of hitting distance, the ferret faced little troll holding himself up with an air of pomposity that would have put a Sayjin to shame.
“Might I ask the name of the ass who wishes to face me?” Trance asked with a friendly smile, the hatred in his eyes hidden by his ever present shades.
The male smirked as the Golbutt beside him looked around uninterestedly from behind her own shades. “My name is Harold Stranton, of the Blue League Strantons, not that a hick such as yourself would have heard of them, and you should watch your tongue when addressing your betters.”
Was it strange that Trance suddenly found himself imagining tearing this moron's eyes out his nose before strangling him with his own intestine? “When addressing my betters? I shall remember to do so the next time I happen upon one. Now then, what do you want?”
Harold became somewhat flustered as his attempts to teach the 'hick' a lesson failed so spectacularly, but he shook it off and regained his pompous composure quickly. “I wish to add the black furred slut to my pokewhore harem, and therefore challenge you to a duel.”
Trance's eyebrow twitched and his smile turned slightly scowlish, baring his left fang. “Fine then. One on one salvage. Choose your combatant first.”
Harold smirked and pulled a ball off his belt, apparently already having chosen before releasing her in a flash of white revealing a Domina. “Cunt, time to fight.”
The girl shifted slightly and drew a whip. “Yes master.”
Trance smirked as he dropped his pack and stepped forward. “I choose myself.”
“What the hell are you doing? This is a pokeslut battle!” Harold said as his face turned slightly purple in frustration.
“You never specified such a thing, I'm afraid. All you said was combat and duel, a word which means combat between two. I do not require someone to fight for me, and as you have insulted my alpha several times in the last few minutes, an offense that were we out in the woods would have resulted in you missing a few vital organs by now, I will take great pleasure in what is about to transpire,” Trance stated with a grin as he sized up the girl before him.
“It's okay master, let me show him back to his place,” the leather clad female purred as she smirked.
Harold merely smiled and nodded. “Have it your way.”
Trance watched the muscles in the girl ripple and knew exactly what her first move was going to be. “I'm sorry to say that this won't be as easy as you thought. You see, one of my mothers is a Mistress, so next to her, you're gonna be a walk in the park.”
This statement irked the dominating female and triggered her to attack, her whip just missing before being grabbed by Trance's left hand, protected from the thorns by his fingerless leather gloves, before the male jerked hard, swinging the stunned girl into a tree before he let go. “So, you give in yet?” Trance asked with a smirk before dodging a lash to his face that made him laugh more. “Are you warmed up yet, 'cuz this is getting boring,” Trance said, taunting the Domina in a way that showed his years of experience with such a task.
The now aggravated female flipped back up and swung her whip repeatedly, each strike bouncing off Trance's forearms with ease. The girl was apparently new at this as her control was spotty at best. After a few seconds of this, he decided to wrap it up, and caught the whip again, this time wrapping it repeatedly around both wrists, causing the girl to try and free her whip as well as figure out what in the hell he was doing.
Before she could try anything however, Trance rushed her, she heard metal scraping, and saw a flash of silver before her whip fell to the ground in pieces. She suddenly realized she had two large blades placed against her throat on either side, her back pinned to the tree, and the black haired male smirking above her.
“Submit, or lose a head,” Trance growled before smirking as the remains of her whip fell from her hand and hit the ground. He quickly retracted his blades, walked over to Harold and simply said “Pokedex.”
Harold growled at having been 'cheated' out of his Umbria, but reluctantly handed over the device. After a few seconds of examination, Trance shook his head. “The only useful girl you have is that Domina, so I'll be taking her ball now.” Harold again growled since he had his own team insulted as he handed over the ball. “Pleasure doing business with ya,” Trance said with a wink as he recalled his new girl.
“Fuck off, hick. If you had actually used your 'girls you would have lost fair and square.” Harold fumed as Trance pocketed the ball.
“Well, that's not much incentive to fight fair then, now is it?” He said as he collected his bag and alpha and headed back towards the pokecenter. “Oh, and by the way,” Trance threw back over his shoulder, “you should watch how you address your betters! Next time I might take offense to that Hick crack!”
Seria giggled silently again, causing her bell to jingle, as she rubbed on her tamer some more. He really was amazing.
18:21, July 17th 312 AS, 6.7 miles North of Cherry Grove
“I'm tired! Why can't I go back in the ball yet?” Whined the harem's newest addition.
Kara groaned as she tried to stick her fingers deeper into her ears. “Gods does it ever shut up!” she near screamed into the trees.
“Shut it clown girl! Your outfit's louder than I could ever be,” snipped the Domina.
“Kara, Vera, Stifle.” Trance rubbed his temples as they walked. “Now, I realize you had it rather easy before in your old life, however if you want to stick around then I suggest you try and get along. We spent the last week working on your control and I'd hate to see that all go to waste, but if I have to then I will leave you out here to fend for yourself, got it?”
“But-” Vera tried to begin again seconds before a familiar flash of steel appeared in the corner of her eye, making her flinch. Seconds later an order of “Down!” from Trance before he was thrown backwards in a spray of wood splinters brought her back to attention as Seria and Larix both appeared in a flash of white.
Kara looked around before spotting five separate blurs from various places around them. “We're surrounded! Guard Trance!” She shouted as their tamer stood back up, shaking off the blow and pulling a chunk of wood out of his hair.
The black haired tamer watched the blurs as he quickly dug his 'dex out of his pocket, and noticed that one was less of a blur, and more of a shadow a ways off. Deciding quickly that she was likely a different type, he leveled the pokedex and managed to read her information.
AMAZONCHAN, the Fist Fighter Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Uncommon (mainly found in Jozetsuzoku Preserve)
Diet: any human style food except alcoholic beverages and milk
Role: Fighters, craftswomen
Libido: Low (High with a master they like/trust)
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Rock, Normal, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic
“An Amazonchan. I think she hit me with that log,” Trance said as he and his girls kept a bead on the blurs slowly closing in as they circled.
“Figures,” grumbled Vera as she formed a new whip from a vine growing off a nearby tree, “but what the hell are the other's?”
Larix growled as she ignited her hands. One of them was going to attack. The fire-type charged up a flamethrower and waited for the exact moment, and as soon as one of the blurs charged, aiming for Seria, she released, and hit the girl directly in the face and upper chest, making her go down like a sack of bricks.
This gave Trance the opportunity he needed to take aim with his 'dex and finally figure out what they were against, since there were four more circling.
MANTIS, the Man-Eater Pokégirl
Type: Near Human Animorph/Metamorph (Insectoid)
Element: Bug
Frequency: Not Rare Enough (Extremely Rare)
Diet: Live, wriggling meat (Mainly human males, but also bird, lizard, frog, and bug-type Pokégirls)
Role: Assassins, Torturers, Executioners
Libido: Very High
Strong Vs: Dark, Fighting, Ground, Plant, Psychic
Weak Vs: Fire, Flying, Rock
Attacks: Slash, Carve, Cut, Parry, Deflect, Sword Dance, Megaton Kick, Slash Wave, Spincut, Confuse, Broken Castle, Weapon Guard, Weapon Repel, Zanmato
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x10), Enhanced Endurance (x5), Enhanced Speed (x7), Enhanced Agility (x6), 2 extra arms with razor sharp serrated sickles on them, light shape-shifting, wings for high velocity jumping
Bounty (for confirmed kill): 4,324,000 SLC
Bounty (for reporting sighting & getting out alive): 500,000 SLC
Recommendation if you see one: Have a strong warrior-type or fire-type ready to fight. Otherwise, evacuate at once if at all possible, where there’s one there's almost always more.
“Shit! We need to get as much space between them and us as we possibly fucking can!” Trance yelled causing Seria and Kara to take up defensive positions on either side of their tamer, leaving Larix and Vera as the front line offense.
“The hell are they Damnit?” Larix cursed as she watched the Amazonchan slowly walking nearer.
“Manti! Do NOT let them get too close or I'm gonna have to bury one of you, and I forgot my shovel at home! And watch out for the Amazon as well! She could be trouble!”
Another of the Manti charged, this time at Vera who swung her whip and caught the Mantis in one of it's ankles before pulling, somehow managing to cause the bloodthirsty girl to stumble, giving Larix a fix on the girl before blasting her as she had done the first. However, this one didn't go down with a single hit and quickly righted herself before charging Vera, swinging both her Scythe arms at the girl's head intent on removing it.
Vera cringed as she watched her reaper near and closed her eyes, hoping for it to end quickly. However, she was once again caught off guard as she heard the unmistakeable sound of steel hitting steel and she looked up.
Trance was now in front of the Domina, both blades extended, and holding the blades at bay only through sheer adrenaline and his genetic strength. The Mantis however was not pleased with this as she kicked Trance hard, sending him sliding backwards, only to have a boulder hit her square in the head, sending her reeling before being hit a second time by Larix' fully charged flamethrower.
Trance looked up to see the Amazonchan now standing next to his group, with those same weird multicolored markings across her entire body that Larix had had the day she fell into the river.
“She's friendly,” Trance grunted, barely loud enough for his girls to hear a second before the final three girls decided a group attack would be best, charging in a single strike.
Vera, still somewhat out of it from her near death experience, was thrown out of the way of an attack by the Amazon, who quickly proceeded to hit the Mantis in the side of the head with a Comet Punch, sending the massive girl reeling through a large tree.
Seria moved just as the fourth Mantis swung, causing the massive assassin to lodge her blades into the ground, allowing Seria to jump onto the girl's head and deliver a dark bomb to her brain stem, which only served to stun the girl for a few seconds, plenty long enough for Kara to use flash, blinding the girl before she used her quick attack to deliver a kick to the side of her head, snapping it sideways before Seria hit her in the same spot with a vertical spin kick, the dual strike causing a crunching sound to resonate from the Mantis' neck before she dropped to the ground.
This left Larix to the fifth one, ignoring a second flash of light behind her and the sound of a screeching pokegirl as the tree that had a chunk removed from it by the third mantis finally fell and crushed her.
The fifth Mantis however was much larger than the other four, and even Larix' fully charged flame barely made it flinch. She dove out of the way just in time to keep her head attached and charged up another attack before Kara rushed through the massive girl's gaze, distracting it for a second so the Amazon could get a couple hits in to the beast's stomach, causing it to screech in pain, and showing Larix the one spot that had no armor.
The Torch Chick ran directly through the flailing blades aiming straight for the massive girl's face. The Mantis opened it's jaws wide to try and bite off the fire-type's head but was sorely surprised when instead of a skull, she received an intense blast of flame that shot straight down her throat and incinerated her insides.
Larix flipped off the falling corpse's head and landed on it's back, seconds before she was absorbed in light, signaling a change to her second form of Combusticunt.
Trance looked around the clearing for a second to survey the area and ensure that his harem was still intact. 'Umbrea, Domina, Combusticunt and Harlequin. Yep everyone's alive. Wait...'
Trance looked back at his starter girl and grinned as he saw not only his new Combusticunt, standing with all the attitude he expected, but also Kara, with her usually baggy outfit filled out quite a bit along with a few extra inches of height.
Trance was just about to face the newcomer when he was suddenly hit in the back by a fist that knocked the wind out of him, sending him sprawling on the ground.. Trance rolled over in time to watch the Amazonchan, markings now gone, get hit by a flamethrower followed by a dual kick to the chest from Kara and Seria, which sent her flying into the tree behind her, followed closely by Seria who, using her Agility, slammed her fist into the fighting type's stomach and followed it up with a dark bomb that caused the girl's eyes to roll up into her head.
Trance threw a pokeball at her, absorbing her before Seria could get in another hit before he rolled over and coughed blood onto the ground. “Well, that's not good.”
22:30, July 17th 312 AS, 6.8 miles North of Cherry Grove
Trance sighed as he watched the fire. His girls were scattered about the camp doing what they will. Larix and Vera were bitching at each other, Seria and Kara were playing cards again, and Aurora was leaning against a tree with him.
“-then you tagged her with the ball, coughed up blood, recorded the Mantis remains for the bounty, THEN released me?” Aurora asked calmly.
Trance cringed slightly at the relaxed tone in her voice. It normally meant he'd soon be in pain. “Uh... yeah?”
SMACK!
Kara rolled on the ground laughing as Aurora put away her fan and walked away, leaving trance on the ground, a large bump forming on his head as he groaned in pain, wondering where she had even gotten that damned fan.
“I told you she'd be mad baby,” the Harlequin said as she slowly regained her composure, returning to the game of strip poker she was once again losing.
“Ooohhh.... for a Nursejoy, she really has terrible bedside manor,” the tamer groaned as he rubbed his head.
A sudden moan snapped Trance's attention now to the bickering pair over on the other side of the camp, where Vera was now torturing Larix' nipple by barely trapping it between her long, manicured nails, as her other hand slid between the girl's legs and began teasing her there as well.
“Well, at least someone here can help keep her in her place before she evolves,” Kara said as she laid Seria back, Kara having lost the final hand and was about to give the black furred girl her prize.
Trance was about to reply when Aurora suddenly sat on his lap and crushed her lips to his, his hands sliding around her sides and down to her shapely ass which was normally hidden by her nurses outfit, now only covered by her thin panties.
She broke the kiss and looked him in the eyes with pure lust. “Since the others seem to be preoccupied, I think it's time you apologized to me for not bringing me out sooner.”
He couldn't have argued if he'd wanted to.
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A few hours later, after a rather enjoyable group taming session, Trance stared at the fire while his Harem slept in the tent, trying to figure out exactly what had happened to make his life change so quickly.
“You know, staring off into outer space works better when you look up, while not under constant threat of a feral attack,” Kara giggled softly as she climbed out of the tent.
“Yeah but I like staring at the fire better. I don't end up with a sore neck,” he said as he looked over his shoulder and ran his hand through his long hair.
“Well,” the Harlequin continued as she sat next to her tamer, laying on his shoulder, “why don't you fill me in on what's going through your mind that would possibly keep you from sleeping with the heap of naked females in the tent?”
That fact had never actually crossed his mind and had to admit that it sounded ridiculous. “You know those markings the Amazon had when she showed up?”
“Yeah, what about them?” Kara asked as a log shifted.
“Did you notice that they had disappeared before she hit me?”
“Now that you mention it, yeah.”
“Well those same markings were on Larix before she attacked me the day I traded for her.”
“And you think they're linked?” Kara correctly surmised as she hugged her tamer's arm.
“Yeah. And I also never thought about it before, but don't you think it's weird that Helix, a man with that much money to waste, would just show up one day out of the blue in New Bark? I mean, seriously, what could have brought an old guy like that to a town with basically nothing to do? It's almost like he specifically came there just to find me.”
“Trance honey, don't you think that you're just connecting unrelated facts because you're tired and trying to get a grip on a seemingly out of control situation,” Kara giggled to her life long friend as the fire slowly began to die.
Trance sighed and shook his head. “I guess you're right. But the markings can't be just a coincidence.”
“You're probably right, but that's a topic for tomorrow. Now, come back to bed so we can start up round two,” the Harlequin grinned seeing she caught her overworked tamer's attention. No better way to get him to fall asleep than to fuck his Harem into unconsciousness... again.
01:36, July 18th 312 AS, Unknown location
Helix shook his head as he looked over the 26 tall figures surrounding him. It wasn't the first time he'd been summoned to them this late at night, but that was a long time ago. Couldn't an old guy get some sleep for once?
“Look, I know you're anxious to keep them from finishing their project, but I've read his reports. He's becoming very skilled as a tamer, and seems to have bonded well with his girls, but what you're wanting him to do is nothing more than conscripted suicide! The Organization has almost more manpower than this League's collective Police forces, and you expect one tamer with a Domina, a Torch Chick, an Umbria, and a Trixie to invade their main research facility and screw with their plans?”
{“The Torch Chick and Trixie have evolved, and he has also acquired an Amazonchan through our guidence,” }the leader of the figures sent to the elderly retired tamer.
{“And we have foreseen a change to come with Havok's Nursejoy as well,”} one of the other's sent, causing several more to nod.
“Gods, what are you going to put that poor kid through?” Helix asked, his heart suddenly sinking as he realized it was his fault Trance was about to face peril he was unprepared for.
{“Not of our doing, Helix. We have merely seen what is to come, and are not inclined to stop it, as it will prepare him for what he is needed to do.”}
It had been a while since Helix had looked into the leader's glowing eyes, and he was reminded of his youth instantly, as a feeling of relaxation flowed into his mind. He sighed in defeat. “Fine, just promise me you will wait as long as you can before you 'guide him' to his untimely demise.”
The tall figures nodded slowly in unison. “Helix Maltova, you have helped us many times through the years. We give you our word.”}
End Chapter 5
Bios and Tamer Status
Trance Havok - 19 y.o. Always ready for either good fun or a good fight, but has yet to truely embrace the fact that he calls the shots.
Trance's Harem:
Seria – Umbria (Alpha): Absolutely ADORES Trance. Super friendly, but is always more then ready to prove her worth to her favorite person on the planet... Trance!
Kara - Harlequin: Aurora's best friend, and Trance's starter. Has a bad habit of getting jealous occasionally, but is always ready for a fight and would never let anything harm her Tamer or harem sisters..
Larix - Combusticunt: Hot headed little fighter that she is, she actually does have a sweet side (though in order to reach it you're gonna have to dig... deep). Has quickly warmed up to the harem, specifically Seria and Trance.
Vera – Domina: Yet another Threshold girls, Vera only recently got used to her new skills thanks to the guidance of Trance.
Aurora - Nursejoy (Non-combatant): May only be 19, but she's definitely the most mature of the group. Always trying to learn new ways of healing injuries to keep her best friends, and Harem sisters, safe.
Other acquaintances and possibly important characters:
Helix - Initial financier for Trance's expedition. This somewhat mysterious (and not to mention stinking rich) white haired traveler made a deal to give Trance the rest of the money he needed so as to get the young man's travels jump started. In exchange, upon reaching and every day while in town, Trance is to send his old friend a full report of his experiences as a tamer
Bank Account: 1,143,000 SLC
GOLBUTT, the Batty Pokégirl
Type: Near Human Animorph (bat)
Element: Flying/Poison/Dark
Frequency: Rare
Diet: life energy
Role: night guide, predator, leader of Zubutts
Strong Vs: Dark, Ghost, Plant, Poison
Weak Vs: Electric, Ice, Rock
Attacks: Drain, Energy Drain, Mega-Drain, Bite, Lick, Lure, Poison, Gust, Wingover
Enhancements: Sonar, Night Vision, Darkvision
Evolves: Vampire (knocked out by draining attack, or infected through bite)
Evolves From: Zubutt (normal)
Golbutts are Zubutts that won enough fights and got Tamed enough that they were able to evolve. Their evolution leaves them taller, usually around five foot four inches or so. Their fur becomes slightly darker, and their bust grows larger to a full B-cup. Their eyes grow much sharper, and they are able to see in virtually any dark or low-lighting condition (though bright light blinds them easily, and even sunlight makes their eyes ache), as well as use their echolocation ability. For this reason Golbutts are greatly preferred among explorers, especially spelunkers, since they can scope out terrain with great accuracy.
In the wild, most Golbutts are found leading packs of Zubutts. With their ability to use Lure to bring prey to them, Poison to weaken it, and Lick to paralyze prey, a Golbutt is by far a more dangerous hazard than a mere Zubutt. When a Golbutt is facing multiple foes, or when she perceives a single foe is too strong, she has her Zubutts fly in as a group, and she then darts in to deliver stronger attacks against the biggest threat. Golbutt-led Zubutt packs are the number two hazard in cave exploring (the number one being falling). When prey are taken back to the caves, a Golbutt is the first one to get to have her way with the male in question, and the first to drink his energy before passing him around.
Golbutts are strong combatants, even without a Zubutt pack. After Luring a foe in, they prefer to use Gust to knock it down, and then either Bite, Wingover, or Lick on it to soften it up, and hopefully paralyze it. Stronger enemies are avoided in the air, using Gust and Poison to weaken them. When an enemy is brought low or paralyzed, a Golbutt will swoop onto it, cover it with her wings, and begin using one of her draining attacks. She'll use either Drain or Energy Drain depending both on how hungry she is, and how much energy the opponent has left. She'll only use Mega-Drain if she was seriously injured in the fight and needs to heal herself.
Feral Golbutts are those found in the wild, described above. Tamers attempting to capture a Feral Golbutt are advised to try and get her away from her Zubutt pack before making their move. Threshold girls don't usually become Golbutts, but it is possible. The family of such a girl would be quick to send her away, since it would be only a matter of time before she began to feed on friends and family, and doesn’t yet know how much drained energy is enough and how much is too much.
DOMINA, the Aggressive Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Plant/Poison
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: human style food, heavy on meat
Role: frequently domesticated Pokégirl, often used to discipline/oversee other Pokégirls. Also commonly used by criminal elements.
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Tomboys, Ingenue, non elementals
Weak Vs: Psychic, elementals
Attacks: Rose Whip, Call Me Queen, Poison Lash, Dominate, Sex Attacks 1 & 3
Enhancements: Toughness, Hypnotic Gaze/Voice, Healing Factor
Evolves: Dominatrix (normal), DragonQueen (Dragon E-Medal)
Evolves From: Nymph (Dark Stone)
Nymphs are already an extremely sexual race of Pokégirls, enjoying practically anything thrown at them. When exposed to a Dark Stone, they become something very similar, but with a slightly demented twist. They lose their power over pheromones, but instead gain the ability to use poisons and various plant abilities. Their sexual appetite changes from loving virtually everything, to loving two specific things: Pain and domination.
Their tastes in clothes change as well. They absolutely love any sort of leather clothes, ranging from being absolutely covered in it, or just barely being covered enough as to not be nude. No one knows if they make their own clothing or just get it from somewhere, but it is agreed the Domina leather is top notch.
Personality wise, Dominas are difficult to control and not recommended for beginning Tamers. They have some minor psychic talents, mainly their ability to use a gaze/voice attack called Dominate. Tamers that do not have a strong enough will often find themselves at odds with a Domina, constantly having to prove their dominance over them or using their other Pokégirls to do so. Tamers such as these are encouraged to either trade her away or evolve her to a Dominatrix, where she will mellow out a little bit.
To have a willing and submissive Domina, a tamer must show that they are the dominate one in the relationship. This can be carried out either through being forceful during sex, somehow being able to ‘project’ their will onto her, most likely through a blood gift, or just generally resisting her sexual advances and showing it doesn’t affect them. Even then, sometimes a Domina will still believe she is the one in charge, or just won’t be as loyal as a Pokégirl should be. There is one way to get a very loving and loyal Domina. Control is something they love more than anything, and giving it up is something they almost never do. If a tamer can show that they are the dominate one, and then give up some of that control back to her, she will do almost anything for him/her.
Their method of attack fits perfectly with their name. They strive to cause pain and to dominate her opponent. Their Rose Whip technique is a layered ability, forming a whip-like tendril out of a common plant, which they can then use for a variety of attacks, with the multitude of thorns on it, it is perfect for the amount of pain they love to inflict. They can also use Poison Lash to coat her whip in poison to further break down her opponent. They are also resistant to pain and physical damage, and they heal faster than normal.
It should be noted that while Domina are a common Pokégirl in criminal organizations, they are not evil. They are best described as having very loose morals and don’t mind doing whatever it takes to have their fun with someone.
There are breeds with a natural resistance to the attacks of Domina and Dominatrix, such as the various cat-types and armored varieties like Valkyrie. Others are actually more susceptible, such as Ingenue and Tomboy. People with genes from these Pokégirls are more inclined to resist the effects of a Domina.
AMAZONCHAN, the Fist Fighter Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Uncommon (mainly found in Jozetsuzoku Preserve)
Diet: any human style food except alcoholic beverages and milk
Role: Fighters, craftswomen
Libido: Low (High with a master they like/trust)
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Rock, Normal, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic
Attacks: Pummel, Dynamic Punch, Uppercut, Comet Punch, Gatling Punch, Chi Blast
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x5), Enhanced Agility (x3), Enhanced Speed (x4), Durability
Evolves: Herochan (normal), Armsmistress (Trains Speed), Heroine (Works on kicks + Delta Bond)
Evolves From: Tyamazon (battle stress; special)
Amazonchans are usually not much taller than their previous evolution as a Tyamazon, and are usually between a B or C-cup. Bigger breasts are not entirely unheard of, but they are very uncommon to say the least. Amazonchans also tend to have hair colors which are not normally in the human color palette, such as dark green or neon pink. Stripes of other colors in their hair are also seen, though like large breasts, these aren't very common. Amazonchan are more commonly found than any of the other Amazon-types, due to the Jozetsuzoku Preserve. Although Tamers wanting an Amazonchan from the preserve must prove him or herself to the elders of the preserve, they find that these Amazonchans are more dedicated to their training than ones that were evolved from fully-feral Tyamazons.
The Amazonchan are stronger but slower than their sisters, the Amazonlees, and slower still when compared to Amazonkapoeraa. They are also more human in appearance than the Amachop or Amachoke. They are quite skilled at fighting hand-to-hand, but focus largely on punches and other hand-skills over kicks. Amazonchans usually study Tae Kwon Do, Boxing or other largely upper-body based styles. Some may even study Sumotori, though they study the principles and moves, and do NOT seek to gain the often-associated body weight. Amazonchans have a strong almost cat/dog-like rivalry with Amazonlees. And like Pre-Sukebe Era cats and dogs, only those who've grown up together will lack this animosity. This animosity will reassert itself if the Amazonchan meets a different Amazonlee, but it will be directed entirely towards the other Amazonlee. However, when the Amazonkapoeraa are considered, the Amazonlee and Amazonchan have been known to work together grudgingly to deal with the annoying Amazonkapoeraa before resuming their own feud.
Amazonchans usually enjoy activities that involve using their hands, such as whittling, sculpting, sewing and such, making them a bit more popular with tamers on a budget. They tend to be more patient and careful than Amazonlees, except when around their leggy-kin. Amazonchans also like lifting weights to build up their arm muscles and can sometimes be workout partners for Amachops. It is recommended that Amazonchans not spar with any rock or steel type Pokégirls, as sometimes they have difficulty regulating their strength during training sessions. Tamers are advised to procure a Titapod or a Damsel whenever they obtain an Amazonchan- they are perfect sparring partners, as the former has defenses that are difficult to overcome and the latter cannot feel pain.
Amazonchans have a peculiarity when it comes to foods, alcohol will make an Amazonchan ill while milk products will actually act as an intoxicant. Some Amazonchans have been known to join a Milk Anonymous program while in large towns. This one week, crash-course program teaches Amazonchans how to avoid milk and keep from becoming addicted later on in life. Often, this program will take the place of the Amazonchan's standard training. Tamers have noticed that their Pokégirl’s libido spikes whenever they take time off for training... some can never seem to wait for the program to be finished after getting only a few days into it.
MANTIS, the Man-Eater Pokégirl
Type: Near Human Animorph/Metamorph (Insectoid)
Element: Bug
Frequency: Not Rare Enough (Extremely Rare)
Diet: Live, wriggling meat (Mainly human males, but also bird, lizard, frog, and bug-type Pokégirls)
Role: Assassins, Torturers, Executioners
Libido: Very High
Strong Vs: Dark, Fighting, Ground, Plant, Psychic
Weak Vs: Fire, Flying, Rock
Attacks: Slash, Carve, Cut, Parry, Deflect, Sword Dance, Megaton Kick, Slash Wave, Spincut, Confuse, Broken Castle, Weapon Guard, Weapon Repel, Zanmato
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x10), Enhanced Endurance (x5), Enhanced Speed (x7), Enhanced Agility (x6), 2 extra arms with razor sharp serrated sickles on them, light shape-shifting, wings for high velocity jumping
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None
Bounty (for confirmed kill): 4,000,000 SLC
Bounty (for reporting sighting & getting out alive): 500,000 SLC
Recommendation if you see one: Have a strong warrior-type or fire-type ready to fight. Otherwise, evacuate at once if at all possible, where there’s one there's almost always more.
We all know Sukebe took ideas for his Pokégirls from both old legends and pop culture in his era. However, there was one old series of Legends that we all wish he'd never heard about, the legends of the Tang-Yin. For it was from these grim tales that the most dreaded Pokégirl ever was birthed, they were meant to be the bane of the men who aided women like Linda McKenzie...the Mantis.
The Manti were the most dreaded Pokégirls that any soldier had ever faced in the Revenge War. However, any of the few survivors would have told you, it had nothing to do with their looks. Standing a towering 7 feet tall at the on average, the Mantis Pokégirls were veritable giants. They appeared as attractive humans at first, with long flowing hair coming in a veritable rainbow of colors. Their eyes were often a hauntingly beautiful red,
their hair dark as the night, a starch contrast to their pale skin with plump C-D cup breasts. However, they were limited metamorphs. When their prey would get close enough, they sprang, twin lethal scythe-arms sprouting from their shoulders in a flash, they'd skewer, slice, and slash their target without mercy. These scythe-arms are double jointed, allowing them to be moved freely with surprising speed and precision and are usually held in a position of prayer when active, yet not in use. Extending from the base of their spine was a short insectoid ‘tail’ with a solid stinger on the end, from the shoulders down to the tip of this ‘tail’ were hardened wings. They are not strong enough for true flight, but more than enough to allow the Mantis to leap incredible distances at amazing speeds. They hard two primary forms, their ‘normal’ form, which they could only be in while Tame, something that's become nigh impossible now.
Their other form, however, was truly a terror to behold. Their once dainty feet replaced by strong and lethal talons, beautiful and prominent breasts shrunk and replaced by muscle, velvety skin hardened into potent armor. The Mantis' 'Battle mode' is truly something to fear. They could kill a platoon alone normally, in this form it'd take a battalion just to take one down and have a survivor. Now 7 feet tall is the smallest recorded sighting of one in her battle mode, they become as terrifying as they acted. Their eyes become a solid color and 'bug out' to a disturbing size, log antennae growing from their foreheads, and their wings also taking on a hardened blade-like quality.
In combat Manti like to make the best of their surroundings. They liked to sneak attack their quarry, often attacking from the treetops above or sneaking in via the use of their metamorphic techniques to give them a sort of ‘mobile camouflage.’ In battle their scythe-arms were their key weapons, whether a sneak assault or a front-line charge they always preferred to rely on their scythe-arms and sword-based attacks. They would often leap straight into heavy close-combat with their intense long-range jumps and dive in fighting, swinging their scythe-arms with a fervor rarely seen in even the most violent of a Gynadose’s rages. What made this grim sight even worse was that Manti almost NEVER fought alone. Wherever they went, litter-mates of Manti always fought as a team, often making a particularly enjoyable battle a ‘family outing’ for them.
While their combat style was vicious, what they were most famous for was their sexual appetites. Frequently, they would take victims off and rape them, forcing them to erection with their human hands and taking what they wanted from them. And then once they had gotten off, the Mantis would then start eating their victim alive, usually starting with the genitals, the victim screaming in agony as the Mantis stripped his body of all his flesh. It’s said that the only way to know if a Mantis had bonded to you from one of these incidents, is that she'd either let you live, or kill you quickly. No one’s been willing to test which of these is the true outcome of bonding to a Mantis.
The soldiers of the Revenge War learned the hard way on a Mantis' Feral State. The mantis' Feral state is mild enough so that they'd know to hide from the potential threat that humans and Tamed Pokégirls now represented, thus they went into hiding and tried their best to keep their movements secret. A few were found shortly before the first Widow was sighted, and the first Pokégirl bounties were made. That bounty was subsequently increased, as Manti seemed to have developed a taste for bird, insect, frog, and lizard-type Pokégirls as well, great piles of bones being found in Manti lairs. However, it should be noted that Manti rarely, if ever, stay in one area for more than a year, two at the longest. The reason is because they apparently know that if they're in the same spot long enough, then sooner or later they'll be discovered.
As if things couldn't get worse about these deadly Pokégirls, it seems more and more are working for the Limbec Pirates. Information revealed by a Pirate who went legit revealed that Mephaesta, who'd grown fond of the vicious man-eating warriors, had begin to recruit them en-masse to work as torturers, executioners, and Assassins for the Limbec Pirates. Apparently both sides of this arrangement enjoy it greatly. This caused the already high bounty on Manti to increase even further for the sake of safety.
In recent a raid on a Limbec Pirate lair, a particularly fat, Snorlass-sized Mantis was found in the base's dungeons, alongside several hundred bones. DNA testing later revealed that these were all Tamers, Pokégirls, and civilians who had disappeared in the last few months. Before the Mantis was put down, a psychic probe revealed that all those she had eaten were somehow connected with anti-Threshold and anti-Feral research. The Mantis knew nothing more than that, she simply ate whom she was sent. This has led security to be increased around those facilities and for the family members of those involved.
There’s rumors of a sub-breed of Mantis, commonly called the ‘Praying Mantis’ by those few who’ve seen one. There’s little to go on other than they seem to be more intelligent and in control of their instincts than the ‘normal’ Manti.
Thanks to the obvious facts, as there's no confirmed cases of Taming a Mantis Pokégirl and surviving, let alone capturing it, thresholding into one, whether naturally or by force, is impossible. Thank the gods above.
HARLEQUIN, the Trick-Mistress Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Psychic/Dark
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: human style food
Role: entertainers, practical jokers
Libido: Average to High
Strong Vs: Poison, Psychic
Weak Vs: Bug
Attacks: Foresight, Quick Attack, Flash, Blur, Hypnotic Gaze, Call Me Queen
Enhancements: Enhanced Hearing (x4), Enhanced Vision (x4), Enhanced Agility (x5)
Evolves: Jokette (Mana Crystal), Lady Luck (Dream Stone)
Evolves From: Trixie (normal)
Harlequins are very similar to their pre-evolved form, Trixie. They share their love for practical jokes, and mischief, but go to no ends to pull the best jokes they can. Their clothing remains similar as it as when they were a Trixie, though more sexual, and with less make-up.
Harlequins tend to enjoy watching the chaos caused by Trixies and other Harlequins, often calculating and coming up with bigger jokes than her sisters. It has been reported that Harlequins and Trixies have been seen together rigging up huge practical jokes, with the Harlequins usually ordering the Trixies.
On All-Fools’s Day, Harlequins have been reported to disappear from Harems, generally with the reports of huge jokes, or chaos ensuing moments before their return. In a battle, if two Harlequins face each other, there is no way to tell where the match will lead. In some cases, it has been seen that the two girls go at each other with all the tricks they know, and end up having a huge tickle-fight to end it.
There is only one thing to say about having a Harlequin in your Harem. Your life will never be the same again.
COMBUSTICUNT, the Pyro Pokégirl
Type: Near Human (bird)
Element: Fire
Frequency: Rare
Diet: anything spicy
Role: Smithy Apprentice
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Bug, Fire, Ice, Plant, Steel
Weak Vs: Ground, Rock, Water
Attacks: Scratch, Ignite, Napalm, Flamethrower, Warm Embrace, Burning Hands, Evade, Focus Energy, Rage
Enhancements: Heat Aura, Enhanced Speed (x3), Enhanced Agility (x2), Enhanced Strength (x5), Enhanced Endurance (x3), Enhanced Durability (x3)
Evolves: Blazicunt (normal)
Evolves From: Torch Chick (normal)
A Torch Chick that gains enough experience (both in combat and in the Taming room) evolves to a Combusticunt. Most Torch Chicks who are owned by local smithies never reach this evolution, since they know that they’d be trading loyalty for bitchiness.
A Combusticunt’s looks are enhanced from when she was a Torch Chick, and more birdlike. She retains the deeply tanned skin and fiery-colored hair, but around her collarbone, and stretching down to between her breasts are soft, small feathers of red and orange. These feathers are downy soft and warm, not course like a bird's feathers. A Combusticunt’s claws are stronger now, allowing her to use them in combat. The irises and pupils of her eyes are now a single, uniform red against the white of the rest of her eyes, giving them a slightly disturbing look. A Combusticunt's bust increases a cup size, becoming a B-cup, and lose none of their nipple sensitivity. Combusticunts tend to shamelessly present themselves without clothing most of the time, reveling in their new looks and enjoying the attention they get.
Combusticunts are known for their short and explosive tempers and are often compared to angst-ridden teenagers (and look much like them also). Their bodies, like other Fire-types, are quite warm, but when angered, their body temperature skyrockets, causing them to use their Ignite attack. Since Combusticunts have such explosive tempers, they become belligerent and unpleasant with everyone, even their Tamer. While they don’t desire sex any less, they tend to become pushy, making a scene unless they’re Tamed when and how they want. Combusticunts do still obey orders given to them, but tend to need to be told two or three times, and even then tend to bitch about it while obeying. Given that the notable loyalty they held as a Torch Chick is now missing, more than one Tamer has exasperatedly referred to a Combusticunt as almost being more trouble than their worth.
The “almost” refers to a Combusticunt’s battle ability. Though their powers are nothing special, a Combusticunt’s fiery spirit makes them determined combatants. Nothing short of unconsciousness (and orgasm) makes them quit the field…sometimes even not even orders from their Tamer can make them withdraw. Combusticunts in a Pokébattle hurl themselves at their opponent, slinging flames at every opportunity. Combusticunts are smart enough to use their Napalm attack to try to maneuver enemies into positions where they can’t escape being hit by a Flamethrower, preferably after it’s been enhanced by Focus Energy. Should they find themselves losing, however, a Combusticunt tends to Rage, relying on pure, unquenchable will to carry the day when nothing else seems to be working.
When being Tamed, Combusticunts still prefer to be in full-body contact with their Tamer. However, they now prefer to be on top whenever possible, grinding their sensitive nipples against their Tamer’s chest to bring themselves to a heady orgasm. Many Tamers prefer to have their Combusticunt soak in cool water prior to Taming (or even Taming them while in the water), despite the fact that a Combusticunt’s pussy, while hot, isn’t painful. This is mostly so it enervates a Combusticunt to the point where she’s pleasantly passive during the Taming instead of acting like a needy bitch. However, this technique has been known to backfire, as sometimes a Combusticunt would grow so pissed that they accidentally used Ignite, and caused the water to boil.
Feral Combusticunts are as ornery as when they’ve been Tamed. They tend to use Ignite on themselves at even the first sign of danger to deter potential attackers.
Threshold girls usually don’t directly become Combusticunts, but those who do tend to be pissy about almost everything, and their families tend to be glad to see them go by the time they fully become a Combusticunt.