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Chapter 26
The Old and the New
Nicholas dropped from Aria’s arms well before the Altaria had landed. The few pokegirls that had come out to meet him gasped as they saw their Master falling but Nicholas landed easily, rolling to dissipate the force and returning to his feet in a dead run.
He could feel where Zinnia was. As long as she had done as he asked, she would be with Celine.
Sure enough as he rounded a building he saw the two legendaries staring at each other. Zinnia turned when she felt his presence but Celine did not and even as Nicholas slid to a halt in front of them she did not move.
“Celine.” Nicholas pushed right in front of her and gazed into her eyes. She barely returned his look. “Celine, what is it? Why did you not call for me? Why?”
“I am but an observer,” Celine said softly. “It is not my place to interfere.”
“Interfere with what!”
“I do not understand.” Nicholas started to retort when Celine continued talking. “I saw something that could never be. I have lived your future, Nicholas. I have seen what is to come. But some time ago I watched you die.” Tears began to drip from her eyes. “Was it my punishment for stopping her the first time?”
Nicholas blinked. “Celine… No, Celebi. What are you talking about?”
“You are here.” Nicholas felt Celine reach out to touch him. “My Master, my tamer, my… my friend. You are here. You did not die.”
“No.” Nicholas held her with a confused smile. “Why would you think I did?”
“I saw it.”
“Well, I didn’t die.” Behind him something flickered in Zinnia’s eyes before she focused back on the other two. “But Kali. Where is she? Why didn’t you call me back to help her?”
“Yes… that is why we are with you. You care for us greatly.” Celine finally seemed to come back to the present and she looked into his eyes. “Kali… went.”
Nicholas sighed. “I know. Went where?”
“I…” Celine looked like she was physically struggling with her words. “I should not say. I am an observer. I have interfered too much.”
“She’s been like this since I arrived,” Zinnia explained. “I shudder to think what power could so deeply affect one of the first ones.”
“Something equal or greater, right?” Nicholas murmured. “It’s okay, Celine. As soon as I rescue Kali I am coming back here and giving you as much time as you need to recover.”
Zinnia shot him a disgruntled look as Celine’s eyes fell to the ground. “You must be the only human who can make me feel like this.”
Nicholas glanced at her and chuckled. “Jealous?”
“I know what your idea of ‘recovery’ is.”
“You’ve had your fun.” Nicholas turned away from them both. “Kali…”
“My blood runs in your veins,” Zinnia said as he took a few steps towards the shoreline. “I am not satisfied from the ‘fun’ we had, and I know neither are you. You will never be, for I am an aspect of life, of fertility. Does it not intrigue you? So casually offering a pokegirl that has existed since the dawn of time time with you, sex with you, as a comfort, as if she was truly the Bellossom she pretends to be?”
“You’re new. That’s fine.” Nicholas glanced back. “We do things differently once you’re a part of the harem, Zinnia. Here, you are just another pokegirl. Rayquaza died weeks ago. You are Zinnia, my Salamence. If you can’t handle that, I am not holding you here.”
Zinnia shook her head with a smile. “That is not what I am trying to say, my Master. I am trying to make you see how strange you are. How special. I would never dare speak for Celebi, but I assume she feels similarly. To be treated as if we are not what we are, it is something we have never experienced.”
Nicholas grunted and turned away from her. “That’s all very nice and interesting, but I’m not interested in discussing it right now. I need to find Kali. The last time we spoke she was saying she felt a calling to the west of here.”
Zinnia’s eyebrows rose. “The west?”
“Yeah. I’ll gather all of the pokegirls that can fly, you included, and we’ll start searching…”
“That will not be necessary.” Zinnia walked forwards as Nicholas turned to her. “There is somewhere special to the west of this island. Home of a power that prefers not to be found. However, I believe it is a power that may instead be quite alluring to Mew’s daughter.”
“You know of it, so I’ll take a wild guess and say it’s a pokegirl,” Nicholas said. When Zinnia nodded he cocked an eyebrow, sighing when she didn’t elaborate. “I assume you’ll take me there?”
“I will.”
“Will Zinnia take me, or Rayquaza?”
Zinnia smiled. “Zinnia is all you will need. There is no threat.”
“If you say so.” Nicholas removed his belt and triggered Bea’s pokeball. “Hey. I know you’ve been listening. Take the others and do some training with the rest of my harem, okay?” He grinned. “This time when you see Miyuki and Dahlia, you’ll stand with them.”
Bea smiled slightly. “Is this an order?”
“It’s a request.” Nicholas nodded at Zinnia. “She wouldn’t say that she was all that was necessary unless there was a reason. I have a feeling what I’ll find will be beyond any of you.”
Bea’s smile widened. “But it will not be beyond you, Master. Be safe.”
Nicholas smiled back and watched her move towards the scattered pokegirls watching them. “Well?”
Zinnia took him in her arms. “Be at ease, my Master. I am sure we will find Mew’s daughter safe and sound.”
“I’d be more at ease if you’d tell me why,” Nicholas grumbled, but Zinnia only laughed and took off, lazily winging to the west.
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Nicholas blinked to clear his eyes from the blowing wind. Was that something below them? Just a mirage from his tears? But Zinnia was descending, and though the shimmering image below them kept vanishing and reappearing whenever he blinked the ground Zinnia landed on was certainly real.
Nicholas stepped away from her and took in the scenery. They’d arrived at a lush jungle island, a climate he hadn’t seen at all in his entire journey through Hoenn. The closest he could think of were the towering forests around Fortree. “What is this place?”
“Once it was a barren rock,” Zinnia replied. “Until the current resident moved in.”
“Hm.” Nicholas looked around again. “And you think Kali came here?”
“Why ask me?” Zinnia asked with a smile. “This close, I believe you will know if she is here.”
Nicholas frowned at her. But Zinnia refused to elaborate further and he turned his eyes back to the trees. This was another one of her lessons, wasn’t it. He was grateful that the one teaching him about his power was the originator of the power itself, but she could be a bit irritating at times.
All he cared about right now was finding Kali. She was now the second legendary pokegirl he cared about that had been affected by something as powerful as they were during their time here. And that was before counting that the one beside him had been dead, thanks to the other titans that called Hoenn home. He snorted.
Hoenn was annoyingly dangerous.
Still, now that he was standing on this island he could feel the power in the soil. While he could likely walk into the forest and begin searching for Kali at random, for some reason he had a feeling that doing so would find him lost, going in circles until he died. Whatever called this place home did not want to be found, just as Zinnia had said.
But she also believed he would be able to tell if Kali was here. Maybe, in the same way he felt her presence, he could feel Kali’s.
That seemed unlikely. The bond between himself and Zinnia was something beyond anything he should be able to have with another pokegirl, even one like Kali. He literally had a part of Zinnia inside of him. They were bonded well beyond the level a human and a pokegirl could be.
Then again… they hadn’t been bonded in that way from the start. No, they had had to create and strengthen that bond, hadn’t they? Hadn’t he. And Zinnia had mentioned something about how he had the power to do the same with any of his pokegirls. He just hadn’t believed her.
Zinnia watched Nicholas stare into the jungle for a few minutes before she saw him take a deep breath and she smiled as he stepped forwards. “This way.”
“Well done.”
“I’ve never felt… never seen, or imagined, that she could even hold these emotions,” Nicholas whispered as they walked a path only he could see. “Oh, Kali. I’m coming.”
It was only a few minutes of walking before the two emerged into an open field, tall grass waving in a breeze that should not exist. Standing directly in the center was Kali. No hoodie, no clothing at all, her arms stretched out, palms up, her tail completely relaxed behind her, with her face raised to the sky and eyes closed. She was completely at peace.
“Kali!” Nicholas pushed through the grass towards the motionless figure. “Kali, it’s me! I’m here. It’s Nicholas. It’s your tamer.”
He slowly came to a stop. Every step he took brought him just a little bit less towards her. He should have covered the distance by now, but he was barely halfway there.
“Kali-“ Nicholas took another few steps, beginning to jog and then run as he shoved his way through the waving grass. “KALI!”
Zinnia raised her eyes as she felt the watching presence begin to turn towards the human.
“KALI!” Nicholas was violently shoving the stalks aside now. Kali hadn’t gotten closer to him in a while. “KALI, OPEN YOUR EYES!”
“I can not let you near her yet, loved one.”
Nicholas slid to a stop and turned towards the voice, but he saw nothing but empty air. “Who are you? What have you done to her?”
“I? I have done nothing,” the voice said. “This barrier she has created is of her own doing. She is safe here.”
Nicholas growled. “You said you couldn’t let me near her yet. You’re doing something.”
The voice was silent for a bit. “Yes. I am holding you back. Allowing my daughter’s power to affect even you.”
Nicholas’ aggressive expression slowly began to slip away. “Your… daughter?”
The light breeze that had been blowing picked up slightly and Nicholas shielded his face. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of pink and quickly turned but there was nothing there. “With your power, your will, you would have walked straight to her. She is not ready to open her eyes, loved one. Not yet.”
“You’re Mew, aren’t you?” Nicholas called, slowly turning as he continued to scan the area. Another flicker on the edge of his vision but he held back from chasing it. “I recognize your voice. When Kali first came to me. I heard you.”
The blowing wind began to subside as the voice grew sad. “Yes. I whispered to you then. You had not become what you are now, and I wished to give you encouragement. My daughter chose you, chose a normal human. I believed you would need strength. I was wrong.”
“So why can’t I wake her? Why can’t I… be with her?” Nicholas called. “She was struggling. Afraid of what was calling to her. It was you, wasn’t it? Why?”
“I did not call to her,” Mew replied quietly. “She… is my daughter. But she is twisted. Taken and altered by humanity until she became something strange to me. She was happy with you. I was happy to let her be.”
“Then why is she here.”
Nicholas turned when he saw a pokegirl step from thin air. “Because…” Mew’s eyes were wet. “She smelled home.”
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“This is where she was conceived.”
Nicholas was sitting, Mew floating in front of him, with Zinnia lounging to the side. Other than saying her greetings she had not entered the conversation at all. “The whole ‘daughter of Mew’ thing is literal, then?” Nicholas asked. “I was under the impression the pokegirls like you, and Rayquaza, you know, legendaries, you were all unique. Unable to breed, and immortal. I thought Kali was a clone.”
“Perhaps Celebi is immortal, and the others who came first, but no. We are all… ageless, perhaps, and have the potential to live forever, but we are hardly immortal,” Mew replied.
“I was dead. Remember?” Zinnia asked, her first contribution since Nicholas had sat down to talk with Mew almost an hour ago.
“And it is wonderful to see you again, empress of the sky,” Mew replied fondly.
Zinnia grumbled and Nicholas swore he saw her blushing as she turned away.
“So… not immortal. Obviously,” Nicholas amended. “I should have said eternal or something instead.” He rolled his eyes. “Right. Eternal ones. That’s what pokegirls call you.”
Mew giggled. “Yes. And you were wrong about one thing. Why not the other?”
“Even Celebi has said she can’t lay eggs,” Nicholas replied, “but you can?”
“No. I also do not lay eggs,” Mew replied. “But I am unique, even among the others. For I can have children, though extremely rare.” She grinned. “In fact I am likely a daughter myself, though I do not remember my mother. Do you know what I am? What I truly am, as Rayquaza is the ruler of this planet.”
Nicholas glanced at Zinnia. Now she was definitely flushed. “Ruler of the planet, huh.” He turned back. “You’re the pokegirl all non-eternal pokegirls came from.”
“And how do you think they came to be?” Mew asked mischievously.
Nicholas blinked. “You didn’t… birth every pokegirl species in existence.”
Mew suddenly looked sick. “Oh, by the creator, no. I can’t imagine having to birth thousands of times. No, but I am the mother of all; all pokegirls, besides the other eternal ones, are my descendants. I had perhaps a hundred children when this world was still new, all different, as is my purpose. Over the ages they evolved, as pokegirls do, and became what covers the globe today. And I believed my purpose was complete. That I would have no more children.” She lowered her eyes. “Until a day not too long ago. A few decades, perhaps. When a miracle occurred.”
Nicholas nodded. “When you conceived Kali.”
“She was… like me,” Mew murmured. “The others, all of them, they had been flawed. Intentionally so, by the creator’s will. But this one was not. Perhaps a new world had been born, one which needed a mother, and I had been chosen to conceive her. I do not know the creator’s will. All I knew, was that I had a daughter of my own. I was… happy.”
Nicholas swallowed. “But humans found you.”
“They found me. They had found me before, but I had always hidden away from the ones who sought me. I always do. Except, this time, one of them… called to me. I showed myself to him. And for the first time in many millennia, I mated with a human for a reason other than pleasure. His heart was pure. Loving. I believed that I could not be happier – I had a daughter, growing inside of me, and a human tamer, who truly cared for me. We traveled for many years. When the shadow first crossed his heart, I did not see it. Or perhaps I did not want to. I was blind, and so I suffered.” She turned to Kali. “My daughter suffered.”
“Who… was the human?”
“You would seek to punish him.” Mew smiled. “I will not tell you, human. Nicholas. For your heart too is pure. Yes, yes, it is selfish, and greedy, and holds a terrible influence,” Zinnia snorted when Mew’s eyes darted towards her, “but it is pure, and loving, and true. I forgave that man the moment he committed his sin against me. I… loved him.”
Nicholas sighed. “They betrayed you?”
“I forgave him.”
“No. I get that. And I won’t harm him. He spends every day atoning for what he did, and I won’t punish a man like that.”
Mew’s smile slipped away, her eyes darting across Nicholas’ face. “You… how do you know who he is?”
“How do you think I found your daughter?” Nicholas asked.
“Well…” Mew trailed off. “I meant… did you already know, when you asked?”
“He once told me he committed great sins creating what they would go on to call Mewtwo,” Nicholas replied. “I did not know exactly what those sins were, but now you’ve told me. Who else could it be but that old man?”
Mew ducked her head. “Yes. It is.”
“So your daughter was ripped away.” Nicholas turned to gaze at where Kali still stood. “And when I brought her near, she felt her home calling her.”
“She belongs with you,” Mew said sadly. “I knew you would come searching for her one day. I simply wanted to meet you before you could find her again.”
Nicholas nodded. “Why, Mew? Why did you not just send her on her way? Why wait for me?”
Mew sighed. “You’re a smart human. Why do you think?”
Nicholas smiled at her and got to his feet so he was even with the hovering pokegirl. “I’m a flawed human, like you say. One day I’d convince you both into the same bed.”
Mew began laughing. “I am not ready to trust a Master again, Nicholas. Even if you were not as tainted as you are.” She drifted a bit closer. “But I am in a different kind of pain. One I am willing to let you attempt to heal.”
Nicholas caught her when she hovered up to him. “Just a quickie?”
Mew blew air from her nose. “How I still see your heart as pure is a mystery.”
“Hey. I’m lewd, not evil,” Nicholas chuckled. “Like you said, blame Zinnia over there for that.”
“Perhaps we should continue our discussion?” Zinnia called.
“No thanks. We both know what would be said anyways.” Nicholas smiled and stroked Mew’s cheek. “What should I call you?”
“I am Mew,” Mew replied simply. “I am aware humans are obsessed with their names, but I am not yours.”
“Fair enough.” Nicholas dropped his pants and maneuvered the levitating pokegirl down towards his erection. “Though, if all you’re interested in is a quickie, that’s all you’ll get. I save the good stuff for ‘my’ pokegirls.”
Zinnia chuckled to herself, causing Mew to glance at her as a brief moment of indecision flashed across her face. “Ah…”
“Can’t be helped. I won’t force a betrayed pokegirl to do something she isn’t ready for.” Mew squealed when he pushed her onto his dick, her tail wrapping around her torso from her pleasure just like Kali’s often did. Nicholas remained standing the whole time they tamed, moving the levitating pokegirls’ body to bring his penis in and out of her and listening as Mew’s pleasured screams carried through the breeze.
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Hours later, Kali opened her eyes.
Nicholas smiled at her, his hand resting on top of hers. “I’m sorry I didn’t travel here with you.”
Kali wrapped her fingers around his and squeezed. “Master Nicholas.”
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
Kali turned, looking around the lush environment thoughtfully. “I found what was calling me. But, even as I… as I felt this place wash away my pain, there was an ache that did not go away.”
Nicholas nodded. “Do you know what this place is?”
Kali barely shook her head. “No.”
“It’s somewhere very special to you. Where your mother lives.”
Kali slowly breathed out. “So that is who I sensed. Is she here now?”
“You’re the all-powerful psychic,” Nicholas teased. “Don’t you know?”
“I feel her, but she has not shown herself to me. I… was hoping she would answer my question herself.” Kali closed her eyes and when they opened again the soft expression she’d fallen into was starting to fade. “I have become something terrible. I do not blame her for being afraid of me.”
“She still loves you,” Nicholas said softly. “She wants you to be happy.”
Kali bowed her head. “So you have spoken to her. I suppose I should not be surprised. I smell… something familiar mixed with your own scent, as well. Does that mean I may see her one day?”
Nicholas shrugged. “That’s up to her. She asked me for a taming, yes, but she didn’t want to come with us. She said I belong to you, not her.”
Kali chuckled quietly and drew him closer. “I belong to you, Master Nicholas, not the other way around. Many belong to you. Though, I am grateful she did not… ah, try to take my place.”
Nicholas chuckled as she began rubbing her body everywhere he remembered Mew had. “Trying to erase her scent?”
“Yes,” Kali replied without shame. “And also… to remember it.” She slowed down after a few seconds to look at him again. “You have changed again, Master Nicholas. And I feel something has changed between us.”
“Blame her.” Nicholas nodded towards where Zinnia was waiting. “I know you’ve noticed her. Your tail reacted towards her presence the moment you opened your eyes. Hey, Zinnia!” Nicholas raised his voice. “Isn’t that rude? For Mewtwo to ignore you?”
Kali bent down over him. By now the peace she had been embracing was almost entirely gone, replaced by her usual challenging gaze. Except as she addressed him, it was colored with amusement. “The human that left me would not have dared to goad us. The being that has returned is no longer human, and no longer cares.” She playfully nipped his ear, purring when he returned the favor. “Who is she?”
“That is Zinnia,” Nicholas replied. “She’s a Salemence, the same way you’re an Espeon.”
Kali let out a throaty chuckle. “I feel nothing from her, and that tells me everything I need to know. I remember Celine telling me there were only two on this planet who could stand against me.”
“You’re young. Luckily for you, so is this body.” Zinnia walked over and extended a hand. “We’re both our Master’s pokegirls now, so I’m sure we’ll have time to play later.”
After a few moments Kali accepted it. “Are you Rayquaza, or Zygarde?”
“Rayquaza died a few weeks ago,” Zinnia replied. “I am Zinnia.”
“I am Kali.” Kali’s teeth glinted when she drew her lips back in a wild smile. “I agree with Celine. You would be a challenge.”
“At my full strength you wouldn’t be,” Zinnia replied as her own lips drew back.
Nicholas stepped in between the two before they could actually come to blows. “Not here. I have a feeling Mew would be rather upset if you two destroyed her island. And so would you, Kali.”
Kali didn’t back down but she did grunt. “Yes, Master Nicholas.”
“There are a number of uninhabited islands between here and the Battle Frontier," Nicholas said. “I’m sure nobody would really notice if a few of them went missing. Shall we?”
Mew watched from her hiding place as the three left. Her daughter was where she needed to be. She was not meant to be with her, not yet. But as her fingers brushed against her stomach the sadness turned to a wavering, cautious hope. He had never asked her how her first true daughter had been conceived. Perhaps in a few decades, she would take her second to meet her family.
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POKEDEX UPDATED
Tamer:Nicholas Topolski
Badges:
Knuckle Badge
Heat Badge
Stone Badge
Balance Badge
Dynamo Badge
Feather Badge
Rain Badge
Mind Badge
Harem:
Bea, Metagross (Alpha) – Level 53
Marin, Sharpedo (Beta) – Level 52
Elaine, Blaziken – Level 50
Morgana, Gardevoir – Level 49
Aria, Altaria – Level 50
Midna, Absol – Level 51
Inactive Harem:
Zinnia, ‘Salamence’ – Level 70
Aster, Salamence – Level 62
Non-Com Harem:
Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 5
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Nicholas leapt from Marin’s shoulder onto the rocky path they had found. They were now making their way up the waterfalls that tumbled down the rocky cliffs of Ever Grande, having left the Battle Frontier some days ago.
Zinnia and Kali had caused a small tsunami in their excitement, which had made the news as it disintegrated less than a mile from a small ocean town nearby. Just as his ‘battle’ with Zinnia had ended without a victor, the two had stopped fighting after a few hours and called it a draw. Both pokegirls seemed to have been happier afterwards than he’d ever seen them, and that, of course, had led to the inevitable conclusion. Mew’s scent was long gone from his skin by the time the three had returned, replaced entirely by Kali and Zinnia’s.
Upon his return the two had begun terrorizing the Battle Frontier until a very stern Venusaur had cornered them. Zinnia had at first laughed at Dahlia but when she found herself trussed up by the Alpha’s vines and unable to escape, she had quickly changed her tune and spent the rest of the day giving every one of Nicholas’ pokegirls a healthy amount of space. Kali had, of course, been laughing and taunting Zinnia until a single glance from her Alpha had caused her to drop to the ground in complete silence. They’d endured her scolding before meekly wandering off to socialize in a much calmer manner.
Nicholas hadn’t witnessed the event itself but he had encountered Dahlia afterwards. Using what he’d intended to be a short break to practice his powers he had attempted to fortify the bond that must exist between them. Upon doing so he had been astonished to discover that his first pokegirl had become something incredible - the pokegirl on the other side of the bond blazed as brightly as Kali or Zinnia. After realizing fully what her time training with Kali had allowed her to become he had hurried to meet with every one of his pokegirls, and even Galina, who only trained casually, was as strong as any of the pokegirls he’d met here in Hoenn. Most of them were near Dahlia’s level themselves, which somehow made Kali and Zinnia only barely the strongest in the harem, not including Celine. He’d thought the two legendaries would be heads above any other, and that day of revelation had made him realize precisely why a Champion-level team was barred from challenging multiple regions.
Or maybe, he thought, as Marin built up speed before powering her way straight up the falling water beside him, this was because of him. He maintained training regimens for the entire harem even when he was gone, and with Kali acting as an example of what was possible from the beginning, he'd kept those sessions difficult. At first, that had been because he had been afraid. Afraid of not having the power to fight against eternal ones who took interest in him. But the pokegirls in his harem had taken that training and instead chosen to do it for a different reason. Because they were pokegirls. Because their Master was growing stronger every day. Because they wanted to meet his expectations.
Now, he was something else entirely. And so was his harem. In a way, he had to hurry to meet Steven Stone in battle. If he waited another year, brought Bea, Elaine, Morgana, Aria, Marin, and Midna to train with the others for longer than the two weeks his ‘short break’ had turned into, the final battle wouldn’t be a fight. It would be a slaughter. While he had great respect for the Elite Four he was about to face, knowing the power that came with being named such a tamer, he could not imagine that any of them, unless training rigorously and constantly, would be able to match that level. Over just a matter of days each of his Hoenn pokegirls had exploded in growth. Morgana had grown into her body by training with Cassidy, and had begun creating singularities with hardly any effort. Elaine had been approached by Ryuko, and while the two expressed their devotion in different ways, it was clear that Ryuko saw a kindred spirit in Elaine. By the time he had left, she held no trace of her fear anymore. A test he had performed, mega evolving her, had brought about no change in her personality and he had spent many hours struggling not to cry afterwards.
Marin had had it worst off. She had drawn the attention of both Victoria and Nessa, and most of the time the three could be found battling in the waters around the island. For the first time, Marin had met pokegirls that could not only match her, but beat her in the water. Aria, on the other hand, had had it rather easy in comparison. While she had drawn much more attention, including a tag team from Kary and Lili as the two competing dragons each attempted to induct Aria into ‘their’ Weyr, she had stood tall. Enough so that an impressed Kary had later taken her aside and the two would always be found flying together after that point.
Midna had tried to avoid the activity at first. Training caused pain, after all, and it wasn’t pain that served a great enough purpose for her. But eventually she, too, had been tracked down. By none other than Maka. The Kabutops had at first simply joined her, stayed with her, but before long Nicholas had seen Midna’s shadowy blades growing larger, thicker, and eerily reminiscent of the scythes that sprouted from Maka’s arms.
And then, of course, there had been Bea. She had had her own time, mostly with Dahlia and Miyuki as Nicholas’ newest Alpha, but she had also made sure to be a part of every one of her harem’s training sessions. She’d even found time to go to Elizabeth, a pokegirl who had long ago given up her misguided aspirations, and in her Bea had found someone who understood the expectations hanging over her head. All of that hard work had made it so when Nicholas found her to gather the others, he had not found the small Beldum that had, so long ago, forced her way into his harem. He'd found Bea, a Metagross, whose calm words and quiet confidence gave her toned body the same imposing aura that he’d seen from her mother. And when he’d told her so, Bea had only smiled, and asked one thing.
“May I stand at your side?”
Nicholas jumped to grab Marin’s hand and she pulled him up the cliff to join him. Finally, they had reached the top.
Nicholas saw a small pokecenter ahead of them and pointed. “Let’s get you all healed up and I’ll ask for directions.”
Marin was back in her pokeball before Nicholas stepped through the doors and as he approached the counter he slammed to a halt. The rest of the pokecenter was empty. Only him, and the Chansey waiting for him. “Lucy.”
Lucy bowed slightly. “Welcome to the last stop before the final test keeping you from Ever Grande City. I’ve been expecting you, Champion Topolski.”
Nicholas finished walking up to the counter. “Steven’s been keeping an eye out for me I see.”
“Champion Stone sends his sincerest greetings,” Lucy replied. She took his belt when Nicholas handed it to her but continued talking, thwarting his attempt at deflection. “We have been waiting patiently for your arrival. Beyond this building lies the path known as Victory Road. Usually, it serves as a test in of itself, but I believe you will find it to be… something more.”
“Of course I will.” Nicholas smirked when Lucy returned his belt to him. “Adversity only strengthens a pokegirl. Maybe Champion Stone should have remembered that and tried to keep us soft.”
Lucy beamed at him. “That would be a poor way to treat a friend, sir.”
“I suppose so.” Nicholas turned to leave. “How long does it usually take to make it to Ever Grande City from here?”
“About a day,” Lucy replied.
Nicholas nodded and pushed out into the afternoon sun. “Then tell Steven to enjoy his last breakfast as Champion. I’ll hold his title by lunch.”
All of his pokegirls materialized as he stepped into the foreboding cave. The interior was heavily modified, bridges and stairs crawling across the rocks, and Nicholas surveyed the area in front of him for a bit.
He gestured after surveying a likely path. “It’s time. Morgana, take the lead.”
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Chunks of stone rained from the ceiling when Morgana deflected the maelstrom of green that had come from her. It curved around a black spot that had just appeared in midair and the Shiftry pursuing her cursed as every attack she threw began warping around the singularity. Morgana was finding her footing again when the Shiftry fired wide, using Morgana’s own technique against her to curve the attack back behind the Gardevoir. As soon as Morgana released it the original attacks would barrel through. There was no escape. A tornado of leaves approached on all sides.
Morgana was engulfed. And she screamed in pain, the Shiftry’s leaves flaying her alive, which caused the ninja-like pokegirl to take a few extra moments to observe the damage the next time she landed. A few precious moments where she was still.
The explosion rocked the area, more dust falling from the already damaged ceiling, and the Shiftry fell with a surprised look on her face. As her consciousness faded her attacks lost power as well, dropping to show Morgana with one hand outstretched. Crackling white energy jumped across her palm and she slowly lowered her arm when the Shiftry was recalled.
“Sorry to disappoint you,” she said softly, “but I needed to make you slow down a bit.”
Her dress, which had been torn to shreds in the slicing winds, quickly grew back out to cover her body as Nicholas moved to shake the latest tamer’s hand. “Thank you for the match.”
The man chuckled. “I knew my first loss would come fighting a Champion.”
Nicholas raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Vito Winstrate. The family name isn’t for show.” He smiled. “I’ve been undefeated for a long, long time. It was an honor to have my streak broken by you.”
Nicholas shook again, a bit firmer this time. “Thank you for the fight.”
“Likewise.” Vito released him and turned, heading towards the front entrance and the pokecenter there. “I was the last of them! Enjoy your challenge. I’ll be following you after a bit more training.”
Nicholas watched him climb over a few barricades and glanced at Morgana. “Is he really the last of them?”
Morgana began to nod before a shadow flickered over her face. “He… was, Master. But someone has just entered the caverns from the exit.”
“Oh?” Nicholas looked around and settled on the tunnel the entire cavern seemed to be funneling towards. “That way, I assume. Let’s see who’s coming to meet us.”
A figure stepped deeper into the cave, avoiding where a small stream cascaded down the rocks. “Why’d you insist we train in here today?”
The large shadow behind him flicked her arms back and forth a few times. As she did the blades extending from her elbows flashed through the few beams of light drifting through the cavern. “Just a feeling, Master.”
The tunnel opened into a lush cavern. Moss and other greenery coated the walls and hung from the stalactites above, rivers flowed through the rocks, cutting their way down into the earth, and a large yawning cave opening above was spewing a thundering waterfall down, along with quite a bit of sunlight. Crossing over where it flowed was a sturdy stone arch, a bridge in an otherwise open chasm.
Nicholas and Morgana emerged and took a moment to admire the scenery before Nicholas kept going. “Look at that. A reward for making it out.”
Morgana laughed and began to follow him. Then, they both stopped.
A pair turned the corner on the other side of the bridge. The one in front was saying something until his pokegirl similarly halted, at which point he turned. The two tamers stared at each other from either side of the chasm, and their pokegirls stared as well. Nicholas let out his breath, prompting Morgana’s hair to begin to float as her psychic power suffused her, and across from him a smile began to grow on the tamer’s face while his pokegirl settled into a battle stance, the wicked blades running along her arms moving into a ready position.
“Well, Gwen,” Wally said softly, “here’s the cause of your feeling.”
“It’s good to see you again, Wally,” Nicholas called, remaining exactly where he was and well out of range of the pair. “You as well, Gwen.”
“It’s a pleasure to see you as well, Nicholas,” Wally called back. Like Nicholas, he remained in his position. “And Morgana. You’ve grown.”
“So has Gwen.” The now-Gallade was almost as tall as Bea, probably around half a foot taller than Nicholas was, and a full head above her tamer. “When I’d heard you’d taken the Mauville gym badge before me, I was surprised. When I’d heard Steven Stone had run into you afterwards, well, I was a bit less. He told me he’d met a dominant tamer, and that, I could believe.”
Wally chuckled. It was amazing to see how different he was from the sickly boy Nicholas had first met. “Oh yeah?”
“In Verdanturf, I felt something from you, Wally,” Nicholas called. “I am a Draconid. Fighting is in my blood. When you said your dream was to be just like me, I didn’t laugh. Do you know why?”
Wally smirked slightly. “Because you knew this was coming.”
“I felt a threat, Wally.” Nicholas stepped aside to let Morgana move forwards. “I’m meant to be a strong tamer. But I’ve been doing this for years. For you to be standing in front of me, after a matter of months… That, Wally, is terrifying.” Nicholas’ smile grew wide. “You’ve passed me. Steven Stone told me he fears the new generation of Hoenn tamers. I can see why.”
“Thank you, Nicholas,” Wally said. “From the beginning, you never looked at me like a burden. You gave me the confidence to get here.” Gwen moved past him to step onto the bridge with her sister. “Well, I can’t really say why, but the moment I saw you over there I wasn’t going to let you just walk past. Shall we?”
Nicholas chuckled. “If we shall, Morgana will destroy Gwen. As she always has.”
Wally shook his head and hooked his finger under his collar. Nicholas could see a glinting gold chain running under his shirt. “I don’t get to use it often. But for you, I’ll show you. I’ll show you the true power Gwen and I possess.”
“It’s a dangerous power, Wally,” Nicholas warned as the teen curled the gold chain around his finger. “Are you sure you want to use it?”
“I’m sure you’re strong enough to deserve it,” Wally replied quietly.
Nicholas nodded. “Then wait. If we begin that way, this battle will end immediately.”
Wally gazed at him for a few seconds before chuckling. “Gwen. Get back here. You and your sister… will be the closing act.”
“Master.” Gwen slid back as Morgana returned to Nicholas as well and both tamers withdrew a pokeball.
“Aria!”
“Go, Carol!”
Two Altaria materialized across from one another and Nicholas’ expression firmed. The feeling he’d had in Verdanturf. The astounding talent of the teenager before him. And now, a dragon. There was more than just one Draconid in this cavern.
Still, it seemed as Wally commanded his Altaria that there was no aura to be seen, no sign that the teenager was anything other than a prodigy. Nonetheless, as Nicholas roared his own orders, he knew better. Perhaps Wally didn’t know it yet, just as he once had been blissfully unaware. But he, too, was a dragon in human skin. One day, he would awaken.
Perhaps that day was today.
Both Aria and Carol roared as draconic flames blasted through the space between them. The competing attacks sheared outwards where they met and gobs of flame spat in every direction, lighting the walls a purple tint. A few small fires tried to catch but the water and sodden moss all around kept them from doing much damage.
For the figures standing there in that cavern, none of that even registered. Aria and Carol cared about nothing but the rival standing, or as both flapped their wings and shot into the air, flying before them. For the first time, Nicholas watched Aria fight with her body. Not her voice, or her breath, but her hands, draconic energy swirling down her body as she slashed her fingers across Carol’s body. With her claws, a dragon’s claws, and Carol returned the favor, tearing wide gashes across Aria’s face. It was a dance. A bloody, vicious dance, but a dance nonetheless. It was beautiful in its savagery, as the two dragons danced through the air.
Carol seemed to take the upper hand and the dance froze as she drove her fingertips into Aria’s stomach. Blood was beginning to flow down her arm from the horrible wound she had inflicted when Aria, with one last screaming roar, whipped her head forwards.
Carol barely held an expression as Aria’s fangs sank into her neck. Perhaps she had been unconscious for some time now, fighting solely with her instincts, but all that mattered was when her wings faltered, and the two Altaria, locked together, fell to the floor, neither made any move to escape the slowly spreading pool of blood around them.
A dance, Nicholas thought to himself as he and Wally recalled their pokegirls. This… this was what Wallace had wanted from him. This dance that was occurring between him and Wally. Wallace had wanted it, but he hadn’t been able to stand up to the passion Nicholas’ pokegirls drew from him. Wally matched it easily, and neither human had spoken a word since initiating the battle.
And they didn’t break their silence now. Wally released a pokegirl with a shapely figure, her curves accented by the flowers that grew from her skin. The Roserade curled her hands over her body, posing elegantly as her opponent materialized across from her. Bea took a much more aggressive posture in return and immediately the Roserade struck. She twisted, danced, as Bea’s fists sailed harmlessly past her, and with every motion pieces of foliage around them began to break free. When she’d gathered enough she whirled, dodging Bea yet again and sending a kaleidoscope of color streaming towards the Metagross.
Bea easily withstood the barrage and fired back, blasts of psychic energy blowing holes in the rock around the Roserade. She seemed to be easily avoiding every salvo and as she landed after one such dodge her eyes snapped up, a wicked grin growing and shattering the elegant expression she had been holding this whole time.
Which instantly flipped to horror when she realized what Bea had been doing.
The Metagross was screaming forwards without any regard for her own safety. If the Roserade dodged, she’d smash into the walls and likely knock herself out. But the Roserade wouldn’t dodge. She couldn’t. Bea had carefully manipulated her into a small hollow in the cavern. There was stone at her back. A lip to every side. She could only go forwards, and forwards was where Bea was.
Shadows had started to bleed from the Roserade’s eyes but when she realized her situation the forming attack vanished. Instead, she thrust both hands down her body, agitating every single flower she could manage and kicking up a massive cloud of pollen. Bea had no choice but to fly straight through the cloud as she struck, but her momentum ensured her attack was completed regardless of whatever effect the Roserade’s pollen might have. Her fists, glowing with psychic energy, slammed into the Roserade’s face and chest and drove the plant girl a few inches into the solid rock.
Bea started to move backwards as Wally was recalling his pokegirl but stumbled, snarling when one of her legs refused to respond. She forced herself up, using the unresponsive limb as a crutch, and Nicholas reached for her pokeball. Some sort of paralysis. Until he could get some medicine in her to counteract the effect Bea was at a major disadvantage. In this battle, that meant she’d fall.
He and Bea both ignored the pokegirl Wally released next. It didn’t matter who she was. He could consider the best matchup in a moment, though he did take a moment to glance at her.
The girl that had materialized, however, wasn’t going to let them have what they wanted. She was a very strange looking pokegirl, her glistening silver skin identifying her as a Steel-type of some sort, and the arcing electricity skipping across her body promising some sort of electric power, but neither of those things were what made her strange. What was strange were the functional eyes shifting across her body. Nicholas had seen dozens of pokegirl breeds by now, maybe hundreds, but he had never seen anything quite like her.
Still, a Steel-type would be easy prey for Elaine, so he recalled Bea in preparation for releasing the Blaziken.
Except… he couldn’t.
As he triggered Bea’s recall beam the girl in front of Wally gestured. Bea let out a surprised cry when her body was yanked forwards, away from the pokeball beam trying to grab her, and even when it did reach her a glistening silver light shone from her skin and scattered the red. Nicholas quickly tried again but the result was the same and he began to panic when he saw the girl in front of Wally raising her other hand.
Bea turned her head to see the girl’s eyes, all of them, focusing on her as a corona of electricity built above her head. Nicholas tried to jump a few feet to the side and recall her again, but this time when the light scattered the beam he saw it flash around both pokegirls for an instant. A bubble of sorts. A field that the recall beam could not penetrate, and it seemed no matter how hard Bea tried, could not escape.
Steel-type. Electricity. Nicholas grimaced. Electromagnetism. Now he knew what this pokegirl was, even before Kalmiya’s scan finished and she told him. He’d met magnetic pokegirls many times before, but they had always been broken, and apparently unevolved. This one was not. Kalmiya called her Magnezone.
Bea was helpless as the current pumped through the magnetic field surrounding her and her short scream cut out as her body seized. Finally, when she had slumped bonelessly to the ground, the Magnezone lowered her hand and Nicholas quickly recalled the unconscious Metagross.
Was this how it was going to be? Nicholas thought to himself as he finally was able to release Elaine, who took one look at the sparking Magnezone and ignited. Are we truly evenly matched?
It was a foregone conclusion that Elaine would win. She was a Steel-type’s worst nightmare and she was no longer anything close to the fumbling Torchic that Wally had seen in Petalburg. Her flames burned bright as she sprinted for the Magnezone, a roaring inferno that blasted between the space between the two pokegirls as Elaine began her own dance, twirling from leg to leg as she used kicks, each one punctuated by a fireball, to throw herself closer and closer while attacking.
Nicholas watched Elaine connect. That would be it. The Magnezone would fall. Why hadn’t Wally recalled her?
Because the Magnezone did not fall. Even as fire blossomed across her skin she struck back. Lightning crackled through Elaine’s flames and the Blaziken howled, her body twitching and jerking as she fought the currents running through her. But fight them she did, and her next strike was a fist the crashed into the Magnezone’s face and slammed the girl to the ground.
Elaine danced backwards, shaking herself to help remove the lingering effects from her shock, and Nicholas readied her pokeball. Perhaps Wally didn’t have a good counter for her?
That hope was dashed when Wally released a rodent pokegirl with a cheery smile. Blue skin didn’t mean anything, but when the girl skipped forwards a few steps and suddenly blitzed through the air, the same water jets Marin used sending her smashing into Elaine’s stomach and dropping the Blaziken instantly, Nicholas knew she was a Water-type.
That left him with Midna and Marin. He chose Marin.
Marin materialized and began stalking forwards, her teeth bared as she watched for an opening. Instead of matching her the Azumarill flipped away, landing in front of her tamer and entering a mock-stance with her fists cocked at her sides. A mockery, a trick, pretend, Nicholas hissed as he realized. Not just a Water-type. A Fairy-type. Which meant she had some kind of trick up her sleeve.
That trick was shown when the girl suddenly threw both arms forwards and dropped into a full sumo stance. An incredibly loud crack echoed through the caverns when she slapped her bare midriff, doing it again with her other hand as her cheery grin began settling into a much more excited, aggressive one.
Nicholas watched as the girl’s energy surged. Her aura seemed to more than triple in density from her preparations and though her stomach glowed red, having had to withstand what had appeared to be full-strength hits from her own hands, she was as steady as before the display. With her stance now lowered Nicholas could see that the pokegirl Marin was charging towards was no simple bubbly, frail thing. She was a Fairy-type. Beneath the cute exterior was a monster.
Eve, Vira’s Sylveon. Morgana, his own Gardevoir. And now, this Azumarill. Every time, he was reminded that the gentlest pokegirls could also be the most dangerous.
The Azumarill barely moved as she allowed Marin to sink her teeth into her shoulder. For Marin, the taste of blood was a sign she was winning. For the Azumarill, it was a way to make sure her opponent could no longer escape.
Marin was blasted ten feet into the air when the Azumarill struck. The girl slipped forwards, the bubbly bouncing tail behind her now twirling in her hands like a flail. Marin barely had slammed back to the ground when the girl was on top of her and she swung as hard as she could, which with her surging aura was horrifyingly strong indeed, and Marin was sent all the way to the far wall of the cavern. Still, Marin was sturdy herself. And every hit the Azumarill made, her tail was being torn apart by Marin’s razor-sharp scales.
Marin roared and ripped herself off the wall, water blasting behind her to send her flipping through the air towards the Azumarill. The girl matched her, blasting forwards and bringing her tail around, but Marin was faster. Her fist crunched into the Azumarill’s face seconds before her tail swung around and crushed Marin’s skull.
Nicholas ran to the edge of the chasm when Marin’s body slammed against the edge and began to fall, recalling her before she could tumble too far before turning to look at the Azumarill. The girl had been thrown away by the force of Marin’s punch and had skidded along the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind her. Every inch of her that had touched Marin was dripping red, and the tail she had been using as a weapon was misshapen, some kind of oily liquid dribbling from it. After a few seconds Wally recalled her as well.
There wasn’t any other option left. Unless, of course, Nicholas wanted to send Morgana in early. So he released Midna, and across from her, Wally released a Delcatty.
Once again, Nicholas saw a cute pokegirl, but this time, he didn’t let himself relax. Fairy-type or no, this pokegirl was a part of Wally’s harem. A harem that he had witnessed today as something worthy of being considered a threat. Midna also recognized this and she stalked forwards, her blades forming from the very start. Nicholas glanced at the Mega Stone hanging from her ear but chased that thought away. He still hadn’t tried to do that with her, and now was not the time to be testing new things.
With an excited yowl the Delcatty sprang towards the approaching Absol. Midna swung when the Delcatty feinted in one direction, gasping when the agile cat girl jumped in the other and brought her palm around to land a stinging slap on Midna’s cheek. Midna had flinched when she saw the strike coming so even though it was pretty mild she wasn’t able to recover until the Delcatty was coming around again.
Midna was thrown off her feet when the Delcatty pounced on her. This wasn’t a dance, not really, but it certainly was nothing like the slugfest Marin and the Azumarill had had. Still, as the Delcatty rolled over and over, dragging Midna with her, the Absol was taking some pretty nasty hits from her playful jabs and the unfeeling stone floor.
Even so she managed to give as bad as she was getting and the Delcatty yowled when one of Midna’s blades flashed at her side. Blood splattered behind the tumbling pokegirls, some from the Delcatty’s open wound, some from where Midna’s body was being mercilessly battered to a pulp. Her nose was shattered, lips puffy, teeth broken, eyes almost squeezed shut, and that was just her face. Every injury on its own was small but they added up quickly.
The next time the Delcatty rolled onto her back Midna felt her feet move up and push into her stomach. Gagging, Midna was thrown away to tumble alone and she rolled onto her back just in time to see the Delcatty leaping at her, the cat girl’s expression twisted into a predatory hiss.
Midna’s head dropped back as her entire body shuddered with her sigh. The Delcatty perched above her, her expression frozen, and Midna tried a few times to shift the dead weight before finally giving up and relaxing, her eyes sliding shut as the Delcatty fell from where Midna’s blade had impaled her through the chest.
Once again, two recall beams lanced out. Once again, the two pokegirls had been evenly matched.
Of course neither Nicholas or Wally had to speak for Morgana and Gwen to move forwards, onto the battlefield, littered with the blood of their harem sisters. And now, finally, Nicholas spoke. “Morgana becomes something else when I do this, Gwen. I can’t promise that she’ll hold back.”
Wally smiled. “Gwen becomes something else too,” he called back. “I promise that she won’t show mercy.”
Nicholas shifted slightly so the leg wearing his anklet was slightly ahead of the other. “I suppose this was inevitable.”
Wally reached back to curl a finger around the chain at his neck. “Yes. It was.”
Light illuminated the cavern as both sisters vanished into two orbs of energy. Both burst free at the same time, as well, and since Nicholas already knew what form Morgana took he turned his attention to Gwen instead.
The first thing he noticed was the most obvious one. Gwen’s arms, the bladed edges and protrusions extending past her elbow, had grown. And the skin covering them had drawn back, revealing glittering red structures that pulsed slightly along with her heartbeat. Like Morgana the fur on her ears extended, and as Gwen twirled her arms and prepared to attack Nicholas watched her hair fall free, spreading out behind her like a cape.
Morgana’s laughter echoed as her gown cascaded down her body and pooled at her feet. “So… crass, sister. Leaving yourself on display like this.”
Gwen smirked and brought one of her arms up to cross over her body. “That’s how it’s always been, sister. I’ve always been the one watching over you, drawing the attention you couldn’t handle. I love you.”
Morgana quickly raised her own hands. Crackling orbs began to form as her energy condensed in her palms. “If you love me you’ll lay down and let me beat you.”
Gwen’s smirk faded away, replaced by something more bittersweet. “If I let you win… you’ll no longer need me. I am nothing without you, sister.” She sprang forwards, blades flashing as she screamed and cried in the same breath. “I MUST PROTECT YOU!”
Morgana launched the orbs she had been gathering and Gwen slashed straight through, bisecting the energy and barely flinching when it exploded around her. Morgana teleported when she got close enough to try for a slash, appearing in midair and launching a massive attack the Gwen once again slashed straight through as she pursued Morgana. This time when Morgana teleported she was startled to find Gwen in her face less than a second later. Morgana tried teleporting again but this time she saw the Gallade teleport with her and instead of trying a third time she threw herself backwards, light searing through her black gown as a massive flashbang blinded everything in the cave.
Nicholas and Wally threw their hands over their eyes, desperately trying to regain their vision. Around them, Nicholas could hear the sound of the two pokegirls continuing to fight. They were both Psychic-types. Even blind, they knew precisely where the other was.
Morgana landed on the wrong side of the bridge as Gwen did the same. In an instant, the battle was over. Gwen launched herself forwards, her blades swinging towards Morgana’s unprotected neck. Morgana finally felt her probes break through Gwen’s mental defenses and she braced, building psychic power as she prepared to overload her sister’s mind.
The air went still.
It was a few minutes before the two humans were able to recover enough to actually see what had happened. And when they did they saw the two sisters wrapped around each other in the center of the stone bridge.
“Gwen?” Wally called, moving forwards slowly towards the unmoving pair. Nicholas similarly called for Morgana and approached. When the two got closer they both came to a halt.
Morgana’s blood dripped from the outer edge of Gwen’s blade, trickling from where the bladed edge pressed against the Gardevoir’s neck. Morgana’s eyes were locked open, capturing Gwen completely, obviously holding her with intense psychic pressure. But both pokegirls were breathing easily, and as the humans watched, new tears fell from their eyes.
“This battle is over. It’s a tie.” Wally looked up when Nicholas spoke. “They’re both a heartbeat from winning. But to do so is too painful for either to bear.”
“I… agree. This battle is over.” At Wally’s admission Gwen gasped, her blade falling from Morgana’s neck as tears began flowing even harder. Morgana blinked, her face scrunching up before she let out a wail and threw herself into her sister’s arms.
Nicholas made sure to maintain the transformation as long as Wally did, letting the two mega evolved pokegirls bare their souls to one another. It was a long time before the transformations faded, and even when they did, Gwen held onto her sister. Perhaps she refused to let go because she sensed that this was the last time she would be Morgana’s protector. Her little sister was no longer the little one. Not in size, and not in strength. Not anymore.
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POKEDEX UPDATED
Tamer:Nicholas Topolski
Badges:
Knuckle Badge
Heat Badge
Stone Badge
Balance Badge
Dynamo Badge
Feather Badge
Rain Badge
Mind Badge
Harem:
Bea, Metagross (Alpha) – Level 58
Marin, Sharpedo (Beta) – Level 56
Elaine, Blaziken – Level 54
Morgana, Gardevoir – Level 54
Aria, Altaria – Level 55
Midna, Absol – Level 56
Inactive Harem:
Zinnia, ‘Salamence’ – Level 70
Aster, Salamence – Level 62
Non-Com Harem:
Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 5