Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ BTVS: Season Pokegirl ❯ Chapter 4: A Slayer's Harem. ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4: A Slayer's Harem.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season Pokegirl.

 

Episode 1: Welcome to the Wildlife.

 

 

"DANGER! DANGER! WILL ROBINSON!"

 

Disclaimer: This is a piece of ADULT fiction. Its contents should be viewed as such and only read by people deemed legally adults by their communities. This story features violence and sexual situations and should be considered Adult material.

 

Metroanime first penned the Pokegirl Universe in his fic Wild Horses and Pokegirl's and it has since been explored by many other great authors I claim nothing. BTVS is the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy I still claim nothing.

 

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Chapter 4: A Slayer's Harem.

 

Ruins Initiative Complex, Hard Pass, thirty miles north of Triennia Town, Triennia Province, Mountain League, Near the border to Edo.

 

The Slayer had been, all those millennia ago, designed as a hunter more than a warrior, her skills and powers more centered on tracking, remaining hidden in the civilian population, and sudden, brutal `Assassination' like, attacks. Meant to destroy her targets as quickly and as safely as possible, and quickly move on to the next. One mystical soldier, no mater how skilled or how tough they were, could ever really hope to fight the hordes of Vampires and Demon's that threatened humanity. The Slayer was there to destroy the enemy leaders the planners and take down the odd group with ambitions to destroy the world. The actual front line battle, was by necessity, fought night by night by humans themselves. There was just no way a single Slayer, no matter how good, could protect even a fraction of the worlds human population. Even right in the beginning, when the first Slayer was created, and there'd only been a few million of them. So a Slayer was a hunter there to be sent after the big fish, the monsters that threatened humanity as a whole and her powers reflected her role.

 

Buffy had never really reaped much benefit from the Slayer's more arcane powers. The more physical things, the incredible speed, strength, healing, instinctive skill with most any weapon? Yes all those had proved invaluable over the four and a half years since she'd been called. Sensing evil? When you lived on top of the biggest concentration of evil on the continent, it was more of a good way to give yourself a headache than of finding any particular demon or vampire. Prophetic dreams? They may have provided cryptic clues, every now and then, but on the whole they were more of a pain than a real help. The same was true with the Slayer's danger sense. Ever since Buffy had been called it had been ticking over in the back of her head on say, A constant background buzz that Buffy had felt, all day and all night, for four and a half years. After all just about every monster, demon, vampire or anything else that went bump in the night. They would like nothing better than to kill a Slayer. Buffy had felt it so long, she hardly even noticed it, anymore. Every now and then Buffy thought it gave her a little help in a fight a warning that something was heading for her back. But Giles thought those times it was more likely just a more vivid sense of the Slayer's battle instincts kicking in.

 

Now while Buffy was dozing peacefully, dazedly enjoying the afterglow of her recent bout with Tara and Willow. It was still there, still buzzing away. Buffy had long since learned to sleep with the constant low grade annoyance. But when that annoying little buzz suddenly exploded into a roar! Ratcheting up, all the way from level Three `There's something out there, it wants to kill you!' To level Nine `Oh My God! We're all going to Die!' That Buffy couldn't sleep through! The Nineteen-year-old jerked awake, her heart racing on full battle alert.

 

Buffy's eye's snapped open, going straight to the shadowed ceiling. Her ears picked up the faint sounds of stone grating on stone, and the groaning creak as the few remaining supports, as they strained under thousands of tons of weight.

 

“Up!” Buffy hissed as she scrambled to her feet, dislodging Willow and Tara's tangled limbs.

 

Buffy's cheeks burned as she saw her two friends naked bodies, the heat quickly spread to the rest of the Slayers body and she realized just how incredibly aroused she still was. But on full alert, with a truckload of adrenaline pumping through her veins, Buffy was able to throw the affects of the Lust Dust off for the moment.

 

The two Wicca were still well and truly under the aphrodisiac pollen's influence however, and as soon as Buffy slipped from between the newly awakened teenagers the two girls rolled together, straight into a passionate kiss. With no time to be subtly, Buffy simply reached down and picked the amorous Redhead up and threw the petite Hacker over her shoulder, while grabbing Tara under her arm and hauling the taller Blonde to her feet.

 

“Go! The roofs going to come down any second, Run!” Buffy ordered, casting one longing glance at the Katana, leaning against a burnt out computer station, Buffy reluctantly left the weapon behind. The Slayers hands were full with her girls. But Buffy had a strong feeling that she would need the blade again soon.

 

With no good idea of where to run where she and her girls could escape, Buffy took a firm grip on Tara's upper arm and dragging the stumbling older girl ran towards the far wall, heading for the opposite side of the crumpled building. During her duel with the Samurai Buffy had caught a glimpse of a darker shadow, behind one of the Pod things. Hoping it was the entrance to a tunnel, or at least an alcove they could take shelter in. Buffy raced through the broken junkyard scrambling over burnt and twisted laboratory gear. Towing Tara along behind her, with the limp and giggly Willow dangling over her shoulder, Buffy ran!

 

CRACK! Behind the running Slayer and her charges something gave way, causing a huge echoing explosion as a multi ton piece of stone broke away from the crumbling roof and plummeted to the ground. With a deafening CRASH! The piece of stone, easily the size of a large house, shattered on the cavern floor. It's destruction sending a violent shock wave through the ground under Buffy's feet. Barely keeping her footing, as the floor bucked and tried to throw her down. The Slayer managed to stay upright, wrestling with Tara's dazed, dead weight, dragging behind and Willows amorous, wandering hands. The Redhead was completely oblivious to the cavern coming apart around the girls, and was trying to continue where they'd left off, an hour ago.

 

An ominous groan echoed through the dark cavern and Buffy struggled to increase her already flat out pace. The whole ceiling shifted, sending dust and fist sized pieces of gravel raining down, as Buffy finally worked her way around the metal building and saw her goal. Without the light from the glowing Crystals that had disappeared sometime while she slept, Buffy couldn't make out the darker shadow she's spotted earlier and had to navigate by memory.

 

The ceiling started to rumble and didn't seem to be about to stop!

 

The Slayer cursed, stopping for a second and scooped Tara off her feet and hefted the taller girl over her other shoulder. Staggering as she tried to balance both girls on her smaller frame, before taking off again this time at a dead sprint. Her senses screaming Buffy could feel in her bones there was no time! Jumping over some obstacles and onto and running across others, Buffy made the last thirty meters in seconds.

 

Starting in the already damaged center the man made cavern came apart! Thousands of tons of stone, simply fell there was no slow collapse no rockslide the Initiative Laboratory was just obliterated. Five hundred meters above a section of Himalayan valley floor dropped seventy meters straight down a sinkhole a hundred meters across that instantly swallowed.

 

Crimson League, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

 

Doctor George Hanower frowned, starring through a magically shielded observation window, glaring at the six unconscious figures occupying his Thaumaturgy Accident ward. Normally the compact man radiated an aura of calm confidence and authority. (Picture a classic D&D Dwarf minus beard, short, wide looks like he could barrel his way through solid stone, but dressed in a nice suit instead of armor) Now his hands were clenched into fists and he'd developed a nasty looking nervous twitch in his left eye. His carefully planned world had been put at risk, and Doctor Hanower wanted the reasons gone.

 

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was a big sprawling building, the original had been a pre Sukebe mansion with delusions of being a castle. Three, five story wings sprouting from a large six story central manor house. Since the Sukebe's time, two extra wings had been built and the whole place had been renovated several times, as the fortunes of the owners had risen and fallen in response to the Crimson League's own success. Twenty years ago St. Mungo's had fallen on hard times, the owner had attempted to open a school of magic in competition to Vale and everything the retired tamer touched suddenly turned to lead. Investments that had been secure moneymakers for generations of the Mungo family suddenly died, crops in the family vineyard were blighted, friends and acquaintance's who'd been interested in helping the new endeavor as Investors or teachers, suddenly found more important things to do or vanished completely.

 

The last of the Mungo's family died in a tragic accident, involving a parachute, his pet Pidgeota and a yellow rubber ducky, leaving the Hospital in debt and on the edge of bankruptcy. A foreign medical megacorp, based in Indigo league, the CCC, Critical Care Corporation swooped in and saved the ailing Hospital, investing heavily and completely refurbishing the entire complex and hiring on dozens of new staff.

 

Doctor Hanower had been one of the new employees and had quickly risen until he was the top administrator and for the last ten years had run the Hospital. Few of the Crimson League officials or high society that he regularly dealt or socialized with could have imagined that the calm wise little man was a loyal member of one of the most feared crime syndicates in the world. St. Mungo's served Trauma Team as a minor magical research base and recruiting ground for agents with medical/magical training, but its real utility was allowing the syndicate access to magical Knowledge and Pokegirl's as well as laundering an impressive amount of Trauma Team's ill gotten SLC. For years Hanower had run the Hospital with barely anything obviously illegal happening anywhere near the place. Now he had a half dozen wanted criminals that he had to treat while hiding them from the other patients and most of his staff. He'd already had to arrange for one of the patients to suffer a relapse and pass away unexpectedly! Not to mention the three of his NurseJoy's he'd ordered run through level five taming cycles.

 

All it would take were a few hints, a little suspicion and the League investigators would be all over the place. St. Mungo's greatest defense against the enemies of Trauma Team, had always been the venerable institutions spotless reputation. Anything that could jeopardize that had to be removed instantly. Unfortunately the Trauma Team Governing Committee had put a high value on the survival of these Initiative people, so he couldn't just get rid of them. Instead he and his staff were in a constant state of damage control. Using the resources of the Hospital to save the Initiative members lives, while at the same time trying to keep those same resources Mages, Doctors, Nurses and support Staff from realizing that there were anything odd going on.

 

Ruins Initiative Complex, Hard Pass, thirty miles north of Triennia Town, Triennia Province, Mountain League, Near the border to Edo. (Lemon Scent ahead)

 

Tara McCay woke, spluttering and groping blindly. Shocked awake by trying to swallow a mouth full of hair. The blonde Wicca blinked while pulling the damp strands away from her face, trying to clear her eyes, hoping to make some sense out of the gloom that she found herself in. After a frantic second, Tara was able to breath normally, and took a second to think.

 

She'd fainted or been knocked out she realized, as her recent memory's sluggishly started to float to the surface of her mind. Again! Slowly as her mind came online, Tara looked around as world swam into focus. It was very dark and the weight across her chest was warm and spongy, and breathing.

 

“Buffy! Willow! Can you hear me!” Tara shouted giving whoever was laying on top of her a shake, all she got in return was a mumbled moan, which sounded kinda like Willow.

 

“Willow sweetie, are you OK? It's time to wake up.” Tara looked around trying to get some idea of where they were, this time.

 

All she could make out were vague shapes in the darkness, lines that could be walls running at slopping angles to her right and a darker area up above to her left. Straight ahead she could just barely make out stairs leading down, it looked like there was more like down there.

 

Tara felt around on the person, Willow? She could feel, and found the sleeping body's head. It was too dark for the Wiccan girl to see her hand in front of her face. But with a little exploration and experimentation, Tara was able, after a lot of pushing and pulling, to get the unconscious form settled. Now with the limp body right way up and comfortably arranged in her lap. Tara listened to the mumbled complaints, about the bad frogs not letting her sleep. Tara grinned her brilliant white teeth flashing in the darkness, that was her Willow.

 

“Willow wake up!” Gentle slaps to the face started to bring Willow around. Tara was by this time blushing furiously, dragging Willows limp body around like she'd been doing, was making the blonde Witch remember what had happened. Vivid memories of after the battle with the two demon women started popping to the front of Tara's mind. Doing things like that with Willow was one thing, but Buffy! Oh My God! As a rather interesting memory caught her attention Tara's blush spread. Come to think of it, some of the gymnastics with her girlfriend she'd indulged in earlier rated an Oh My God! as well, especially for the normally shy Witch.

 

Even so, Tara couldn't quite keep a naughty little smile of her face, as Willow slowly started to wake up. It had been wrong and they hadn't been in their right minds, being affected by whatever drug the Lust Dust was made of. But as Tara remembered more and more, as sleep cleared from her brain, she couldn't deny that the sex had been incredible.

 

“Come on Willow, time to wake up.” Tara gave the redhead a gentle shake.

 

“Mmmth don't wanna, ooh! Tara, baby. I had the most incredible dream last night.” Willow murmured cuddling into Tara's warmth.

 

“If it was about you, me, Buffy and wild monkey sex, I don't think it was a dream Sweetie.” Tara told her girlfriend.

 

“Mmm that's nice can we do it again?” Tara's eyebrows shot up at Willows half-conscious mumbled question, then she smiled wickedly down at the drowsy redhead. Leaning down to place her lips next to the redhead's ear, Tara blew gently, causing Willow to shiver softly. As one of her erogenous spots, one that only her girlfriend knew about, was strummed to life.

 

“Sure Sweetie, I'll get the whipped cream, you go get Buffy.” Tara whispered into Willows ear.

 

Willow was mostly awake now and her brain was starting to listen to the conversation.

 

“What!” Bolting up, sitting straight, the Hacker went into babble mode. “But the dream! You and I and, and, and Buffy!” Flailing around, arms waving as she tried to get up. “Buffy and us without clothes! With sex! Lots and lots of sex!”

 

Tara quickly snagged the redhead and hugged her close, before her panicked struggles could hurt herself.

 

“I know honey, but we've got to think! It's dark, we don't know where we are and Buffy isn't here.” Tara told Willow firmly, holding the other girl in her arms.

 

Willow was a Sunnydale veteran, she knew when it was safe to freak out, because of the weird and when you needed to keep a cool, level head. Although this was pretty darn freaky, right here! Willow pulled herself together, trying to focus and force herself to think. Taking a long calming breath, the Hacker's eyes shot open wide and she immediately wished she hadn't. The deep breath, hadn't particularly calmed her shot nerves, but she had tasted a half-remembered sickly sweet flavor, in the back of her throat.

 

“Oh Crap, I think there's still some of that Lust Dust stuff in the air!” Willow told Tara. The Redhead carefully took stock of her self and immediately noticed how her body was reacting to Tara's gentle embrace.

 

Willow carefully climbed to her feet, seeing what Tara had earlier. Dim light, coming from down some stairs, darkness above and behind.

 

“Yes." Tara nodded, following Willow to her feet. "I think so to, I feel a bit tingly, but I think I can handle it.”

 

The two girls carefully started down the stairs. Willow winced as she took the first step.

 

“Baby? Are you alright” Tara asked, concerned laying a hand on Willows shoulder, sensing rather than seeing her girlfriends sudden pain.

 

Willow blushed furiously, glad that the darkness hid her from view.

 

“Um, I thought for sure, I mean that that bit had to have been a dream, but I'm sore.” The halfhearted explanation, telling Tara nothing.

 

“What bit, Willow? It was all pretty strange, the waking up in metal coffins, the fight with the Samurai and Plant demon women, the sex stuff, then the cavern falling apart and Buffy carry us, running while the ceiling fell in.” Tara listing it all out, hearing it out load, made both girls remember more of what they'd experienced since waking in this strange place.

 

Willow suddenly remembered Buffy carrying her, her body slung across the Slayers shoulder. The redheaded hacker had been more than a bit out of it at the time, still swimming in Lust Dust, and had spent most of her efforts trying to grope the tiny blonde's bum. But she did remember where her head had been and what she had, or more to the point, hadn't seen there. Willow was suddenly relieved and confused at the same time. If she had imagined Buffy fucking the hell out of her little cunny; and that was really the only explanation, considering Buffy didn't have a great big dick to do said fucking with. Then why did Willows pussy feel so tender and so satisfied at the same time?

 

“Um, near the end I guess, before the roof came down I had this strange, I don't know it must have been a dream. Through it sure felt and still feels, really real.” Willow cupped the sensitive area and gentle probed, wincing when she found a particularly abraded spot.

 

The girls had made it down the first flight of stairs and could see that they went down at least another level, with the light getting brighter the further down they went.

 

Tara could make out Willows shape now, in the light coming from bellow and could see her girl's hand, making frequent journeys to rest between the junction of her legs.

 

“What dream Willow?” Tara insisted, turning to face the shorter girl, taking a firm hold on Willows shoulder, stopping their descent. The blonde Witch still had more than a few fuzzy spots in her own memory, that Lust Dust had really messed them up.

 

Willow looked at Tara shadowed face for a second and dropped her eyes briefly, gathering her courage.

 

“Err well, I kind of remember Buffy having a, a pecker.” She finally blurted, getting a shocked gasp from Tara. Thinking her girlfriend didn't believe her, Willow babbled on. “Although calling that monster a pecker, really understates the effect it had. Because she banged the hell out of me with that thing. Like you did, that time, when we got home after that whole Adam mess.” Willow stuttered to a stop realizing what she'd just said. Willow briefly wondered if you could actually die from embarrassment.

 

Tara's eyes glazed, as she thought back to that night, a few days after the four core Scoobies had destroyed the Cyborg Demon Adam. The two Witches had really gone nuts, Tara had been frantic with worry during the battle and had had a lot of pent up emotion to work through. That had been the first time she'd ever used a strap-on and Tara had gotten a little carried away.

 

The blonde nearly fell off the little landing the two girls were standing on, lost in the memory and suddenly vividly recalled sensations. Only a quick grab from Willow, saved her from tumbling down the next flight of stairs.

 

Tara shook her head, trying to clean her mind of the sudden barrage of images.

 

“Oh, I think the Lust Dust is affecting me more than I thought.” Tara mumbled, the taller girl leaned on her girlfriend, as she caught her balance.

 

“Yeah me to, maybe we should talk about something else.” Willow offered hopefully.

 

Tara didn't answer, the Witch was having another flashback, this time not of hers and Willows sexual adventure back in Sunnydale but something that had happened while they'd been under the influence of the Lust Dust earlier today. During all the sex, Tara could remember slipping in and out of her lovers minds, and finding a longing in Buffy. Buffy had wanted something, something long and hard. Tara couldn't quite follow what she'd thought she'd been doing, or precisely how she'd done it. But she could definitely remember drawing power and building a spell. It had been amazing, the magic had flowed so easily, like nothing she'd ever felt before.

 

“Willow, I don't think you dreamed it.” Nearly whispering, Tara ducked her head and let a curtain of blonde hair cover her face. Remembering what she had done, the girl was overcome with waves of guilt. “I can remember doing a spell, there was this whole mind meld thing going on. And Buffy was thinking, that she would really like err, some pe… pen… penis action and I was really out of it and, I did a spell.” By the end of her explanation Tara was doing a first rate Willow babble impersonation. Ashamed of her herself for the magic, for the sex and pretty much everything else she could think of.

 

Willow watched, as the taller girl seemed to shrink, cowering away from her, as if she expected to be slapped.

 

“No Baby No!” Willow grabbed the blonde Witch by the shoulders, to stop her retreating and pulled her into a fierce hug.

 

“It's not your fault Tara! Stop it.” Willow held Tara's nearly limp form to her, cradling her protectively, more than a little shaken herself. Willow had grown used to Tara's quite strength and gentle wisdom, Willow called the blonde her Goddess and usually said it teasingly, but the truth was that Willow did all but worship her girlfriend, seeing in the shy beauty all the things she felt she lacked in herself. To see her like this, crushed under her own feelings of guilt and unworthiness, was a hideous shock to the redhead's own shaky sense of self-confidence.

 

“Please listen to me baby, it wasn't your fault! It was that stupid lust attack and whoever brought us here!” With a gentle hand Willow cupped Tara's cheek and turned the blonde's head brushing aside her lovers bangs until she could look into Tara's eyes, to see the dim light reflecting off of glistening tears.

 

“It wasn't your fault! I remember the mind meld thing, half of what I was thinking was you or Buffy. It happened and you cast the spell; but we all did it! And we were all messed up, by what ever they did to change us, by the Lust Dust, and just the whole being kidnapped and dumped into this freaky situation. Please Tara it's going to be alright.” Willow was starting to sob herself now.

 

Soon the two girls were crying on each other, a shuddering mess of emotion in a backlash against the whole bizarre day. They stood like that for five minutes clinging to each other, until the sobbing died down. Willow sniffed and saw that Tara had stopped crying and tried to muster a naughty smile.

 

“Besides it's not so bad. So Buffy had a little extra equipment for a while, I'm sure she enjoyed it.” Willow leered giving Tara another hug. “I know I did!”

 

A surprised giggle escaped from Tara and she smiled uncertainly and wiping tears away she hugged the redhead back.

 

“What happens in the Underground Demon Sciencey Fortress, stays in the Underground Demon Sciencey Fortress.” The badly shaken Wiccan joked bravely.

 

That forced a startled laugh from her slowly relaxing girlfriend.

 

“That's the spirit!” Willow exclaimed, overcome with relief that the crisis was passing, Willow stretched up on her toes and kissed Tara on the lips.

 

The two Wiccan had forgotten about the lingering affects of the Lust Dust in the emotional upheaval and were completely taken by surprise by explosion of passion the roared through their bodies.

 

Groaning as the sudden lust ran through her veins Tara caught a handful of Willows hair and pulled her girlfriend's head back leaning into the kiss forcefully. Willow draped her arms over the taller girl's shoulders and laced her fingers behind her lover's neck as she sucked wantonly on lips devouring her own.

 

Whimpering into the demanding kiss, as she felt Tara's free hand skim lightly down her back, setting her nerves on fire. Before the searching hand cupped and squeezed her bottom urgently, Willow closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sudden make out session, wholeheartedly.

 

Tara's bum groping hand stopped in mid fondle as something Willow had said earlier connected to her returning memories of the spell she'd used on Buffy. Pulling her lips away from Willows, Tara tried to get her bearings amid the raging lust.

 

“What's wrong.” The pouting redhead whined as her lover stopped ravaging her like she wanted.

 

“I don't think it was for only a while Willow, there was a lot of really powerful magic.” Tara said, trying and failing to remember the mechanics of the slapped together spell she'd used. The details were lost in a fog of pleasure, but what little she could recall had been pretty potent stuff.

 

“What magic?” Willow asked not really listening, more interested in laying a trail of light kisses along the line of Tara jaw.

 

“Buffy's extra equipment. I can't remember much of how the spell actually worked, but there was tons of magic in it, more than I've ever felt before. It was tied into what Buffy was thinking, ooh!” Willow hit a sweet spot right over her collarbone nearly causing Tara to loose her train of thought, but the blonde Witch bravely carried on. “I bet if she wanted it, it would pop right up again.” Tara moaned the last sentence. Mostly having lost interest herself, distracted as Willow gave up waiting to be ravaged and decided to do some ravaging of her own. The shorter girl pushed Tara firmly up against the stairway wall.

 

“Sounds like fun, we'll do that later.” The redheaded Hacker muttered as she dropped to her knees.

 

One level down, around the next turn in the stairs, just returning from her scouting mission Buffy the Vampire Slayer stood frozen. The shocked Slayers mouth was open in preparation to call out to her friends, a shout that had never happened. Arriving just as Willow had compared their earlier encounter to Tara's performance after Adam was destroyed, the Slayer had never recovered enough of her wits to ether retreat or announce herself.

 

“Oh Yes! ooh Willow, Goddess, there, right there, faster!” Tara's voice carried just as well crying out in passion as it had when the two Witches had been discussing penis growing spells.

 

Looking down, Buffy discovered that, Yes! If she wanted it to, it did indeed, pop right up.

 

The dazed Slayer stumbled back down the five levels to the small complex of rooms she'd found still hearing Tara's increasingly loud screams of pleasure.

 

The last two levels boasted working safety lights and Buffy stared at… What had Willow called it? her extra piece of equipment in fascinated horror. Not quite sure if she should throw up, try to find some snow to practice writing her name, or just have a complete mental breakdown go sit in a corner and gently rock back and forth for a few years. All three options seemed to have some good points going for them, except the scarcity of snow.

 

In the end she settled for staring, calling it out and sending it away. Dozens of times watching as the long piece of muscle just suddenly grew. It felt strange; kind of pins and needles, the whole new range of sensations, from part of her body that hadn't been there a second ago. It took a while to get used to. It didn't look much like any of the penis's the admittedly, not greatly experienced nineteen-year-old, had ever seen. It was too smooth, more like a stylized version, the knobbly end was too even, no testicles it grew straight from her vagina, pressing her lips apart and pressing firmly against her clitoris.

 

Once she couldn't hear Tara's high pitched calls anymore, it went limp, a little bit. But nothing like the deflation she remembered from natural ones. As far as touching went, a brief exploration convinced a gasping Buffy to wait, until she could wash away the Lust Dust. Hopefully then it wouldn't be quite so sensitive. Buffy was however relieved to find, that when dismissed it seemed to leave everything in its proper place. The thing was huge, and she'd been more than a bit worried about being stretched out of shape.

 

After five minutes experimenting, all the Slayer had decided was that her weird-o-meter would need to be completely re-scaled after this little adventure. Little boys who could drag everybody into their nightmares? The coach turning his swim team into fish monsters? Floaty guys with bad skin stealing everybody voices? Six's and Seven's on the Sunnydale charts regulated to Two's and Three's. One day in this place, and she had a great big magical dick, one bigger than either Riley's or Angel's, grafted onto her.

 

“My life is so far beyond weird, they have yet to event a word!” At this declaration the Slayer nodded solemnly.

 

Buffy stood at the bottom of the stairwell staring at nothing in particular, letting the complete left field, utterly bizarre, that the universe had thrown at her this time simply wash over her. After a few minutes, she looked back up the stairs frowning, wondering how long she should wait before going back to collect her Witches. Glancing mournfully at her bare left wrist Buffy sighed, she was going to miss that watch, it had been really cool, and her Mom had spent a bucket load of money on it.

 

“At least this puts the whole, talking to myself thing into perspective, that was really starting to worry me.” The seriously weired out Slayer mused.

 

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-----------Tamers------------

 

Name: Buffy Summers.

Age: 19

Residence: None

Region: None

Status: None

Rank: 0

Security Clearance: 0

 

Active Harem

 

Species, Name, Level

G-Poindexter, Willow, 35

Witch, Tara, 35

 

Alpha: None.

Beta: None.

 

Licenses

 

Tamer N

Master Tamer N

Researcher N

Watcher N

Breeder N

 

 

----------------Pokegirl Notes-------------------

 

G-POINDEXTER, the Intellectual Pokegirl

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Normal

Frequency: Uncommon (never wild)

Diet: eats human style food

Role: librarians, clerks, secretaries

Libido: varies from Pokegirl to Pokegirl

Strong Vs: None

Weak Vs: Fighting, Ghost

Attacks: Drone, Recite, Aura of Cute

Enhancements: Increased flexibility, Enhanced Stamina (x2), Knowledge Specialty, Memory Recall

Disadvantages: Physical skills are usually on par with normal humans if even that. No combat potential unless trained, even then still very low. Typically only good in support or command positions

Evolves: Supe-bra Genius (normal)

Evolves From: None

G-Poindexters, or the more commonly called G-Points are a very near human, though most can be indistinguishable from normal humans save for their flexibility. Though some have some strange hair colors. Found in universities and such G-Points are intellectual Pokegirl's who are known for their intellect and desire to learn, which is nearly as great (in some cases greater) than their libido. Most appear as comely human females, and are a bit shy and bookwormish.

Their Knowledge Specialty is usually centered on a single field. While their Memory Recall allows them to instantly recall anything they've heard, read or seen in detail. A skill which make them excellent walking aides to lawyers, researchers, and as secretaries.

Their only attacks are Drone and Recite. Using drone the G-point begins talking in a monotone voice with no presence of emotion or change of pitch, most Pokegirl's (and humans) tend to fall asleep when Drone is used. Recite allows a G-point to recall in a lecturing tone anything that they've read in such a way that it will drive others to want to get away from them. It is often combined with drone to drive those who won't succumb to Drone's sleep effect away. These techniques are most effective on domesticated or semi-domesticated Pokegirl's.

 

A more complete description of the G-Poindexter Type Pokegirl can be found here http://www.angelfire.com/mn3/pokegirls/pokedex_pokedex.html

 

WITCH, the Magic Abuser Pokegirl

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Magic

Frequency: Uncommon (Most of the world), Very Rare (Edo League)

Diet: Human-Style

Role: Amateur magic-users

Libido: Average mainly, gets High when they're excited

Strong Vs: Ghost, Fighting

Weak Vs: Psychic, Magic, Water, Fire

Special Weakness: Ticklish, green-skinned witches have severe water allergy

Attacks: Spellwork, Witch's Curse, Barrier, Aura Barrier, Mystic Bolt, Mana Bolt, Power Bolt, Reflect

Enhancements: Magical Affinity

Evolves: Sorceress (normal), Enchantress (Moon Stone), Elementalist (Angel Stone, Dark Stone, Diamond Stone, Fire Stone, Heavy Metal, Ice Crystal, Leaf Stone, Mana Crystal, PSI Crystal, Thunder Stone, Venom Stone or Water Stone), Tick-Tock (Dream Stone)

Evolves From: None

Witches are how almost every magic-user Pokegirl starts out. They can use only low-level spells and Magic Techniques, but they are generally useful for those wanting to start out with magic Pokegirl's. Witches are low in all-around power, but they are usually attuned to a particular sort of magic. They have little in the way of magical strength but can usually be counted on to have some minor tricks that make them useful in day-to-day affairs.

This is not to say that there are not risks in having a Witch Pokegirl.

Witches tend to be extreme in everything. Whether it's being pissed, battling, or Taming, they go at it with gusto and THEN SOME, encouraging their Tamer and Harem sisters to do the same. Most Tamers tend to want a more mild-mannered girl, but the growing few able to cope, though, find witches to be very useful, their powers capable of defeating Pokegirl's that most would consider to be out of their weight class. Because of their tendency to overcompensate in, well, everything, a proverb has arisen. It goes: "Only a Witch could want to kiss you and kill you at the same time." This is most certainly true, as Witches sometimes find themselves frustrated with their Tamer's inability to keep up with them.

Their Witch's Curse attack causing completely and totally random things to happen, and not always for the Tamer's benefit. Fortunately, the effects are low-level and amount to nothing more than light slapstick humor for the most part.

 

A more complete description of the Witch Type Pokegirl can be found here http://www.angelfire.com/mn3/pokegirls/pokedex_pokedex.html