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Poke Walk: Chapter 4 - Seeing the Tree the Same Way

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How can I convince you what you see is real?

Who am I to blame you for doubting what you feel?

I was always reachin', you were just a girl I knew.

I took for granted the friend I have in you.

     Search is Over - Survivor

I Was Living for a Dream, Loving for a Moment

     Jeff was angry. "What is going on here?!" He let Ritsuko lead him out of the tent. The trio of petrified idiots, one male, one female human, one Pokègirl, all three white-clad, with a purple sunflower on their chests, all bound with both Kiyone's silk ropes and Oyuki's ice. "Team Sunflower Rocket? Somebody get those idiots a Funk and Wagnels!" Jeff said.

     "Team Chrysanthemumemumemumemumemumemum," Kiyone offered in a mocking tone, reminding everyone how they'd gotten the drop on these morons, "Team Sunflower or Team Mum would be an actual threat."

     I'm leaning on Ritsuko a lot more than I'm comfortable with, he thought as he walked, Or what I woke up to. He blushed furiously at the memory of the two Pokègirls entwined with him, both caressing and kissing him. I understand enough to know that I should be flattered instead of frightened, he thought as he surveyed the OfficerJennies who were collecting the idiots, their Pokèballs and surveying their belongings. "Why does this keep happening? Did I desecrate a shrine maiden or something?" Jeff asked plaintively, to the laughter of the police.

     "We'll need to get a new tent," Kiyone said, as she motioned to the squad tent, "Something more . . . intimate."

     "By salvage rights," one of the OfficerJennies told him, "You're allowed two of their Pokègirls, as long as they aren't all stolen."

     "I'm only allowed one more," Jeff said, "And a Field Researcher can't take advantage of salvage rules."

     "Don't bother," Liv added with a snort, "A Tatmon and the rest, if they can't match a Matron, what use are they?"

     "This Peekabu isn't legal age," one of the OfficerJennies commented after scanning the Pokèball, adding to the list of charges. "Maybe you should get a proper Tamer and Storage License."

     Oh yes, I'm going to stick one of them in a Pokèball for days on end, Jeff thought, watched the approach of the NurseJoy, That'll be a cold day in Hell. Besides, then I'd have to accept challenges, and the last thing I need is a `Harem`. I'm having enough trouble with seven. "Besides," he added, "The girls got them on their own. Are Pokègirls allowed to own Pokègirls?"

     "There are laws to that extent being debated by the League," Officer Lestroud said as she approached, "This session, it looks like it's going to pass. So they go to the Masaki ranch?"

     "And the domestics can go to Miller's . . . Damn!" Jeff shook his head.

     "What's wrong?" Lestroud asked.

     "Now I'm thinking of them as things instead of people," Jeff explained with a sour face, "Even if they were the enemy."

     Lestroud snorted a laugh and walked away. The NurseJoy bustled up. "There were injured?" she asked in a concerned tone.

     Jeff felt his hackles rise, Nobody's that nice, he thought.

     "Yes, Misato, I think I took care of everything," he told her, "But I'm not sure." He watched as she headed away. "Firepit," Jeff told Ritsuko quietly, "I need to sit down and stare at something that isn't moving."

     Ritsuko led him over and let him get seated. He hoped the nausea would go away.

     Lestroud pulled Ritsuko aside, once she had her Master seated. I'm not going to ask what ran over him, the senior officer thought, But I want some suspicions confirmed.

     "They claim you shot down their balloon," Lestroud said, appearing nonchalant while gauging every signal she could get from the Matron.

     "My Master ordered me to learn to use the weapon," Ritsuko said coolly, "Since we finally were able to convince him that it is not in our best interest that he fight on the front line."

     You're good, Lestroud thought, Not one lie in that, but all misdirection as well. "So you admit you did shoot them?" she pressed, studying her prey, seeing, hearing and smelling everything.

     "Yes, my Master ordered me to learn to use the weapon," Ritsuko said again, giving away nothing except her glances to her Master.

     Turn up the heat, Lestroud thought as she stepped aside to block the Matron's direct line-of-sight, A Pokègirl might stand up if her Master is in sight, however . . . "Take him to the car and check him over," she ordered, then caught the flash of worry on Ritsuko's face. And the glance to Mara, she thought, So, she's the Alpha, or the source of strength, interesting to know.

     "So how did they hurt him?" Lestroud asked as she blocked Ritsuko's view of Mara as well, while appearing to casually pace, "I don't imagine he would have charged in and gotten hurt."

     "Fire bricks," Ritsuko said as she looked down, "To warm the gas."

     So the fire bricks burnt him, Lestroud thought then narrowed her eyes, I don't believe it, but I'll bet that if I ask the others, they'll say either the same, or refer to their Master. And I'll bet he won't give up anything under any questioning. What are all of you hiding?

     "I'm afraid that you'll have to swear out a complaint," one of the OfficerJennies told him as they arrived at the car, she checked the bandages and approved of the work.

     "Of course." He nodded "You realize I only landed about 3 miles from here? I've tramped over about 17 square miles of this island, long narrow paths."

     "Ooh!" Kiyone squealed, wearing and holding up the remains of the balloon Ritsuko and company had shot down, it was almost impossible to see her under the immense folds of brightly colored cloth.

     As well as the exhilarated voice, expression and dancing make her unrecognizable, Jeff thought of the enraptured Tarantella.

     "It's ALL SILK, no blend ALL SILK!" she squealed delightedly, as she spun around and wrapped the entire balloon envelope around herself. Then she peaked out of the tightly wound cloth. She smiled puppylike at him. "Can we keep it?"

     "No, we can't keep it," Jeff replied, and let Kiyone give him a look of abject misery, "You may keep it. But it's up to you to negotiate with the others about carrying your usual load."

     Kiyone wrapped the silk envelope around herself and squealed delightedly, spinning around loosening the wrap, then rewrapping it around her. Jeff wondered how she could move under the weight, or breathe under the constriction.

     Jeff looked back to the OfficerJenny who looked at him very strangely. He sighed. "What did I do wrong now?"

     "Wrong? Nothing!" she said, "I'm just surprised. But one thing you do need to know . . . " she leaned closed and whispered, "Tarantellas eat silk, and then they are known to cocoon their Tamers."

     "And they what? They don't eat them?! That -"

     "Isn't it." She laughed until she could barely breathe, when she could speak again she added, "They get . . . extremely amorous." She chuckled again. "Sorry, I was born and raised at Masaki, Kiyone mentored a lot of us younger 'Jennies, it's good to see her interested in something other than law enforcement, and she has a Tamer willing to give it to her or let her take it." She barely took a few steps before she dissolved in laughter, falling to her knees and holding her ribs.

     "Oh," he said quietly, considering the possibilities of what she'd said and what he'd read in the Pokèdex, and that Kiyone was already wolfing down large strips of silk, "Thank you." Jeff saw Officer Lestroud staring at him as if he'd performed an atrocity or a miracle, and she was trying to figure out which.

     The officer recovered sufficiently to face him without giggling. "A set of silk panties might be nice, Tarantellas make silk items," she suggested hopefully.

     Jeff nodded. I'll never get used to this place, Jeff thought.

     The police drove them back to town, and the station. Jeff refused the `shotgun` seat, letting Kiyone ride in front to talk shop with the OfficerJenny. The NurseJoy had seen a few things in Misato's check up, so she was taking her and several of the others back to the Pokècenter.

     When I asked her to keep them in their Pokèballs for the absolute minimum time, Jeff thought, She was so weirded out. She thought I'd gone mad. It's not my fault that every description of those things sounds like advanced brainwashing techniques. If I wanted robots, I'd have machines.

     Jeff glanced at the two Pokègirls sandwiching him in, Ritsuko and Sylve. "So what do you want? Out of life I mean."

     "Well," Sylve said and blushed, "I wanted to become a warrior alongside my friends, but few Tamers wanted five new Pokègirls. Maybe the four of them have a chance to get adopted."

     "Not kids or a home?" Jeff asked, he was well-aware of the covert glances he was getting from the OfficerJenny who was driving. This is nuts, can't I even ask them what they want? If I go through the Taming as they want me to, they'll be surrendering a huge amount of control. Once they're bonded, even an Alpha bond, they'll be genetically bound to me. Even if I don't believe I `own` them, every cell in their bodies will be contradicting me. Mara is already so tied up with me I'd hurt her terribly if I sent her away. I want to get some idea about the rest of them before that happens. Who they are, what they want, what are their dreams and nightmares.

     "I don't know . . . you see . . . I've always been more interested in girls than boys," Sylve said uncertainly, cringing as much as the tight confines allowed.

     "That's understandable. I was always interested in combat and military operations," Jeff said conversationally, "Especially against Japan and Germany. Suddenly I was in Japan, working with Japanese and Germans to save the world. I never really thought about Taming or anything associated with it." He shrugged. "I never figured I'd live to see my 18th birthday, so why start a long-term relationship?" Jeff was surprised how smooth the ride was, he suspected that would end when they got talking.

     "That's logic, not love," Ritsuko said firmly.

     "Like I've said before," Jeff replied grimly, "Don't talk to me about love. It was always a prelude to something unpleasant."

     "So what do you want?" Jeff asked Sylve.

     "Your Pokègirls," Sylve said, "All of them."

     "I can't force anyone to go against their nature, but you can ask them and I will not disapprove - HEY! - eyes on the road," Jeff shouted as the car veered.

     "Sorry," the officer said.

     What's so unusual? he thought, The Alpha often Tames the Harem, according to the Pokèdex. What's so weird about letting the girls . . . do their own thing?

     "Well, if you're going to do that, you might want to know what Arnie told me about our Storm Demon." He leavened over and whispered the secret to her.

     "You're kidding!" Sylve gasped.

     "Nope." He shook his head. "You'd probably have to have everyone else hold her down, but I think that you might need a good opening gambit."

     "That's . . . that's wicked. I would never have guessed."

     "What?" Kiyone, the OfficerJenny and Ritsuko all shouted.

     "Keep it a surprise," Jeff added, "Better she isn't ready for it. Also, it will give me time to leave the country for telling somebody about that."

     "Oh, nobody will find out," Sylve assured him.

     "So what do you want?" Jeff repeated the question to Ritsuko.

     "You're going to think it's weird," Ritsuko admitted.

     "I don't consider anything too weird, compared with many of the things I've encountered," Jeff said.

     "Okay," Ritsuko said, "I want to give you a bath."

     "Terrific. One of you doesn't want me around and the other thinks I smell bad. Officer, if there's an ejector seat, maybe you should use it."

     "That isn't what I meant!" Ritsuko protested, frowning at him.

     "I'm kidding," Jeff said, "I do that sometimes." He frowned back.

     "I guess - that's what I want," Ritsuko said quietly.

     Why? Jeff wondered. "I need to check with the others too." He glanced at Sylve and Ritsuko who were terribly embarrassed by their admission.

     "Is it just an idle question, or do you intend to do something about it?" the OfficerJenny asked with too much care.

     "That depends on what they answer," Jeff replied, "I do know one thing, I'm going to use your facilities to make something. Armsmistresses are supposed to make their own armor, and Colt is a good machinist, but what I've got in mind might be beyond both their experiences." He stared out the window, making and refining his plans.

     "You do seem to keep showing up," Captain Spaulding said, as Jeff walked into the Police Station, "Maybe I should keep you on retainer."

     "I'd think you'd want to get rid of me," Jeff replied, accepting the man's handshake and offer to follow him into his office, "You get more messes to deal with if I'm around."

     "Oh, on the contrary, you attract the problem, and all we have to do is collect the wounded and fill out the paperwork. I don't mind someone attracting the bad guys, then neutralizing them for my officers. It keeps my officers safe. Tell me, have you ever heard of Team Viper or the Limbec Pirates?"

     "Well, if I'm going to be here any length of time, I'm going to borrow your facilities."

     "Whatever you want, within reason," the Captain said, "Now about those cannons you seem so lethal with . . . "

Taking on the World, That Was Just My Style

     "I should apologize to all of you," Jeff told his assembled Pokègirls, as they all sat in a large room in the Pokècenter, "Someone told me, 'You can't deal with a fear of the water, by living in a desert.' Well, I'm not going to instantly change, but I am going to try to be a better Tamer." He looked at Liv. "Now that I've got a better idea about Pokègirl biology and physiology . . . "

     Liv squirmed at that, and at the gaze. Worse that he isn't accusing me of anything, she thought.

     "And that Pokègirls have no sense of humor about certain things, even they begin the joke. Now there's a few things that are going to change. First, I don't want any of you calling me 'Master', it's like running your fingers over a chalkboard to me. To me, my people just fought a war where because of your religion or the region of your birth, you were either 'the master race' or you were a slave worthy only to be worked to death or executed. I'd bet you'd be hard-pressed to tell the difference between representatives of the masters and slaves, if I set them in front of you. I know you've been taught since birth that you're below humans, so let me teach you a little maneuver that will give you some leeway." He stood up straight and saluted smartly. "No razzle-dazzle, make the movements crisp, clean and sharp, and then hold it until I return it. I will acknowledge you at that time and you will speak, concisely. If you need to speak privately, you will tell me, in your own words, 'The variance exceeds 14%', and I will excuse myself. Now you all try it."

     Liv watched as Jeff wince at their first attempts, except for Misato, Mara and Ritsuko who'd seen it all their lives. So they have the advantage over me again! Liv thought bitterly, How do I catch up?

     He drilled them carefully, adjusting and correcting. Ritsuko, Mara and Misato assisting. And feeling eyes on us the entire time, she thought, I've been a freak to be studied all my life, why should it bother me that yet another group is staring at me? They've got every right to wonder about the strange animal that wandered in, just as I would. Just because again I'm the strange animal . . . we'll let them know. We'll let them wonder, we'll let them gossip, a reputation can be as formidable a weapon as superiority of arms, he thought, Besides, if I'm going to shake the universe, let it shake.

     He related what he'd asked Ritsuko and Sylve, to their embarrassment. But not what they answered, to their relief. "So what about the rest of you? Kiyone, you heard and were awfully quiet."

     Kiyone, who looked about six months pregnant, took the swatch of silk out of her mouth before answering. "I'd like you alone for a couple of hours," she said, touching her belly, "In a pod. It's like a hammock with a top."

     "Like a cocoon," Jeff said.

     "Yes." Kiyone glanced down self-consciously. "Except most people think I'm planning to eat them if I call it that."

     "You are," Mara teased, "Just selected bits."

     Kiyone blushed and glared at the Storm Demon.

     "You aren't asking for anything too unusual. I remember a dream where I was torn to pieces and eaten by fish," Jeff related, "Not the most enjoyable experience."

     "You're just weird Mas - Mister Davis, or should we call him 'General'?" Mara asked with a smirk, "With all that saluting."

     "Colonel," Ritsuko suggested primly, "Although socially successful Tamers are called 'Captain' if they've been in government service."

     "Field Marshall outranks even an Admiral, and Marshal has other connotations," Oyuki suggested, hiding a smile with her sleeve.

     "Marshall it is then," Mara agreed and the others nodded, "Only I get to call him Master," she added to a chorus of catcalls and boos.

     Jeff sighed and shook his head. "Okay, what about you Liv?"

     "I . . . I never thought about . . . variations, just getting Tamed regularly in the normal way by a guy seemed pretty beyond the pale to me." The witch shrugged. "Sorry."

     So Miss 'I am Evil and Avant Garde' merely wants bread and water as long as it's on a regular basis, Jeff thought, Interesting. Not so `evil` as you want everyone to believe, just lonely and bored.

     "Okay, until you think of something else, I'll keep that in mind," Jeff said, "Misato?"

     The Seraph blushed furiously, looked around guiltily and stared at her shoes.

     She might have said something, Jeff thought, But I couldn't hear. He glanced at the others.

     "Yiffing through the air," Mara said, in a completely serious tone, ignoring Misato's horrified glare at her.

     " 'Yiffing'?" Jeff asked.

     "It's military slang for doing it without the usual restraints and safeguards," Ritsuko explained, " 'You aren't a real man if you can't yiff your Pokègirls.' HA! You also tend to be crippled or a corpse unless you were very careful. One sergeant would take his Amachamp from behind."

     "I can imagine," Jeff said, turned to Misato who was blushing more deeply with every second, "What would concern me is the lack of my ability to fly, I left my flying carpet in my other suit, give me a little time to think about that. I'm not against the idea of eschewing restraints, but I'm not wild about tossing common sense out the window either. You all keep yelling at me for taking calculated risks, I'd like to avoid taking unacceptable ones altogether. I might even build something and turn it over to the town."

     "What are you talking about?" Misato asked, coming out of her stupor.

     "I'm an engineer, figuring a flow pattern shouldn't be too difficult to keep a body or group of bodies suspended by an air flow," Jeff said.

     "Okay, now you lost all of us," Ritsuko said staring intently at him.

     "Okay, let's go on, Oyuki?" Jeff said.

     "A bath, hot water . . . one reason that people thought I was an Ice Maiden was hot water relaxed me . . . completely."

     "Make you as weak as a kitten, and take advantage of you?" Jeff asked worriedly. I don't like where this is going, he thought.

     "No. Take me with my full permission, and admittedly languid acceptance," Oyuki corrected, smiling.

     Jeff filed that away. Oyuki seems strong, but she wants to be dominated, he considered.

     "Well, if you're worried about that, you're going to hate what I'm going to ask for," Mara said.

     "I want you to be able to tell me anything. I won't always be comfortable, but I will listen," Jeff answered her.

     Mara shifted nervously then began, "I want to be tortured," Mara said flatly, glanced at her shocked Harem-sisters.

     Everyone had frozen at that.

     Mara shrugged. "You said to tell you."

     "You don't have to be mistreated," Sylve said, carefully moving up against the Storm Demon.

     "No. I - enjoyed - it," Mara said carefully.

     Jeff found the dark place within himself, the one he kept hidden, the one that enabled him to look at all of this dispassionately. He wasn't comfortable letting the monster out of its cage on the unsuspecting that way. But is necessary this time, he thought, Considering how nervous the idea is making me, it will probably think that it's hilarious. "Was it the pain, or the fear and uncertainty?" he asked, his mind racing, analyzing her reactions, filing it all way, for the human to deal with and put into place, he was vaguely amused by it all. He already had a superb plan, provided that to the human.

     Mara stared at him. "I would have thought - " she said, shivered at his gaze, she seemed afraid of what he had suddenly become, then she relaxed as he returned to `normal`.

     Sorry, but that's part of me too, he thought, I'm not naturally sweetness and light, I have to work at it. "I said I'll try, to develop a solution. I'll admit, I'm very uncomfortable with your request. But I think after all your comments, your colleagues may be willing to help."

     Mara looked at the smiles on the other six Pokègirls, and gulped. "Can I reclaim my wish?" Mara asked.

     "Which one?" Jeff asked.

     "I enjoyed a little pain, but it's the unexpected, the . . . "

     "Anticipation and uncertainty," Jeff said carefully, "I think I can arrange what you want." Damn monster, you had it all figured out in an instant, he thought, he could almost hear it's mocking laughter in reply.

     "You wanted a dark master," he heard Sylve tell Liv.

     "We can start in the morning. I have a few ideas, the rest of you, I've got a shopping list. I want to get more shells and I think our Storm Demon and Seraph need swords."

     "How are you going to buy a sword in this town," Misato asked, "There are swordsmiths in Redding, but you'd have to go clear to San Diego to get a decent one."

     "Well I - " Kiyone began.

     "I'm going to make one," Jeff replied.

     "That's all well and good," Mara said, "But there's something that needs doing first. First, you'll need Colt's help, so you'll have to meet with her. Second, you so like being gentle, have I got an assignment for you."

     "Colt, may I ask you a question? If it's too personal, just say so and I'll drop it," Jeff asked the armorer as she studied his rifle, completely disassembled on a sheet, lines on the sheet connecting the parts. Just like an exploded view drawing, he thought.

     "Shoot," she said, smirked. The two were alone in Colt's workshop.

     "I've gotten leered at, and propositioned by two-thirds -"

     "More like three-quarters, most of the rest are either partially bonded to another officer, lesbian in their tastes, or are too old and find the age difference unsettling."

     "Okay, subtlety out the window - "

     "That's a good, start talking about Taming and the like, among Pokègirls it's a topic of gossip and discussion, like the males talk about sports teams they're actually on, and the Pokèwomen talk about their children and grandchildren. Matter of interest and personal pride."

     Jeff took a moment to process that, before continuing, "All right then, why me? There are plenty of officers better looking. Even Mara thinks I'm 'scrawny', what's the fascination?"

     "Think about the males we usually encounter, criminals or victims. Both are usually completely off-limits, and if you were wrongly accused, would you want a `date` with the arresting officer?"

     "Not really." He shook his head.

     "Most of the officers have their partners and a few favorites, but nothing definite or permanent," Colt explained.

     "Okay, I understand that too," Jeff said, "I suppose."

     "Okay, good, then you aren't as handsome as Captain Spaulding, or Inspectors Ramirez or Todamatsu, but you aren't bad." She smirked and chuckled at his blush. "The other thing you're leaving out is, Pokègirls have better senses than most humans, even human-looking ones like OfficerJennies. One of the senses that's a lot stronger, is smell." She tapped her own nose. "You smell . . . let's call it interesting. You're clean, but there's a . . . " She gestured vaguely. "It's hard to explain, but it is very male and very distinct. Any one of these officers could track you by scent alone, a hundred years from now, it's that distinct."

     "Bad?" he asked nervously.

     "No. A lot of smells don't translate well to humans. Those women who wear too much sweet-smelling stuff are bad, no matter how much a tiny amount of the stuff would make them smell good. There are certain smells that are primarily male, and you smell like a male." She leaned very close to Jeff and sniffed, and grinned as Jeff leaned away. "You smell like an Alpha Male, capitalize, double underline, Katy bar the door and hide the children, batten down the hatches it's going to be a bumpy night. And your Pokègirls smell a little like that too, just from being around you, so they've been swanking around, saying without vocalizing, 'This is what MY Master is like. This is what it means to be HIS Pokègirl, aren't you jealous?' And the overwhelming answer is 'YES!!' And frankly, a lot of the officers are jealous of that, if it doesn't make sense, just accept that a Master's scent on a Pokègirl gives her status over `loose` Pokègirls, like the officers here. And before you say it, there's a huge difference between the scent a man on a Pokègirl and the scent of a Master all over her, and you've got no say in which way they smell, they already chose you as their Master. Take it as a compliment, because when they quit smelling like that, it's meant as a grave and below the radar insult. They may not even notice at first they are doing it."

     "Then why are you telling me?" Jeff asked, "I'd think you'd want to keep this kind of information quiet."

     Colt stared at him with an almost supernatural calm. "One, because you actually want to understand us, Pokègirls I mean; second, I figure once you've gotten out and met other Tamers, the condescension, the arrogance and the rest, you'll stab all those bastards right in the heart with it. Look, a slap in the face I don't mind, an insult burns a lot worse for a lot longer, but the condescension hurts worst of all, and there's no way to answer it. You want to know why the Pokègirls in Johto, or the other Leagues haven't revolted? Because there's a weird kind of respect that comes with being repressed and limited like they are, when few can withstand everything thrown at them and really excel, they've managed to beat the system and all the restrictions. 'We took all you could throw and we still beat you!'" Colt said in a fury, Jeff was barely able to hold his ground in the face of her anger, "Those few give the rest the strength to hang on. But those bastards who flutter around and try and explain away every bad thing Pokègirls do, they explain away all the good we do as well, and - they - care! We can't achieve without a human, we can't be held to account for our failures or even our insanity! We aren't worthy of their respect, only pity and condescension!!"

     "Don't hold anything back," Jeff said as he offered her a handkerchief, "Let me know what you really think. Though, can I have my gun back first?"

     "Sorry," Colt said meekly, then in embarrassment accepted his handkerchief, and wiped the foam from her jaws, "Most people would have run away before I really got going. That just proves you're a cavemen, when it comes to fighting. If I jumped you, you'd clobber or kill me yourself, instead of screaming for your Pokègirls." She mastered her anger. "Yet you're also too much of a gentleman to make a major point or insult me for the loss of control, but you don't ignore it either." She considered returning the sopping hanky, thought better of it. "With that contradiction, there's a huge curiosity factor as well. Because, when you tear it all down, Pokègirls are pack animals, humans are social animals. We always need to know our place in the hierarchy, humans don't. You lead a very powerful pack, both in terms of powers and personalities, few Matrons could contend with a Witch, and your Seraph and Storm Demon should require you to intervene constantly, Kiyone isn't exactly a shrinking violet either. Your Harem works, somehow. So they can smell you on your Pokègirls, any Pokègirl with a nose within a 10-meter radius can, and the way they carry themselves because of your constant presence on them, they obviously think you are something special. No pack of Pokègirls that fractious should be that united in anything, but they are constantly proclaiming 'THIS IS MY MASTER' at least to other Pokègirls." She smiled. "Don't forget it's a status thing, like a new suit or an expensive vehicle. As much as your smell, that screams 'Powerful Master' in a way that overrules any other data, the way your girls carry themselves and their Harem-integrity says they know it too. So in the two most important ways, as far as Pokègirls and Pokèwomen are concerned, you broadcast how powerful you are, and that means masculine, yet you treat us as humans with an exotic twist. 'How can someone talk and act like that MAN does, and still command such a powerful and fractious bunch?' is a question we all have to answer."

     "And 'Can I be part of that, even for a little while?'" Jeff completed the thought.

     "Exactly." Colt clapped softly. "So - "

     "No." He shook his head firmly. "We keep working on these weapons," Jeff interrupted. I've learned a few things, Jeff thought.

     "To me, that's a very close second, and with these." She pointed to the weapons. "It's a close first."

     "What about Todamatsu, the Lieutenant, not the Inspector."

     "You mean 'Gojira' Todamatsu? He's a . . . special case, but if Mara, your Storm Demon, wasn't just blowing smoke, you might want to talk to him. He has . . . let's call it special interests and talents. If your Pokègirls' tastes really do run that way, he's the man to talk to."

     "I sense the avoidance of exactly what his hidden talents are," Jeff said, frowning at the Growlie's sudden reticence.

     "Yep. And I am not going to share," Colt told him.

     "Okay." Jeff had a bad feeling about this.

     "Let's get back to this . . . cannon of yours," Colt said, "What in the name of all the gods persuaded you to build it."

     "Well first, there's only one God, my friends and I killed all the others."

     "With this as your idea of a rifle, I can believe it," Colt admitted.

     "Have you ever heard of a Shoggoth?" Jeff asked.

     "Let me guess, these and your friends made them extinct too."

Now I Look into Your Eyes

     It was with considerable trepidation, that Jeff approached the Lieutenant's office. Inspectors and above have their own private offices, Jeff thought, glad that their talk, about whatever, would be private. "Excuse me, Lieutenant, are you busy?"

     "No, please come in," the extremely tall and corpulent Lieutenant waved him in, the man was only outmassed by the stacks of paperwork that dominated his desk. "Some of my colleagues can't put a coherent sentence together to save their lives, and you have to be at least a Lieutenant to alter reports. Please close the door behind you."

     "So you are stuck behind a desk most of the time." Jeff closed the door and stood by one of the chairs facing the overburdened desk.

     "So this." Todamatsu slapped his ample belly. "Is well earned. That's also how I got my nickname, it's an - "

     "I've seen the movies," Jeff replied, "And the American dubs aren't quite as awful as some people make them out to be. Some of the originals can get pretty overwrought with themes Americans just wouldn't care about, or understand."

     The man brightened immediately.

     Always know the person before you walk through the door, Jeff thought as he sat down.

     "It's so good to meet a fellow Kaiju enthusiast. Who would win between Gojira and Typhonia?"

     "Depends on who wrote the script," Jeff admitted, shrugged, "As for his breath weapon, I can't believe she withstood hits from nukes. Fusion weapons generate heat that dismantles things at the subatomic level, and if something that dangerous is standing in the middle of a continent she just depopulated, you salvo every one you've got. That's one way to achieve nuclear disarmament, use them all."

     "I'll bet you didn't come in here to talk about ancient movies and impossible scenarios," the large man said, "Colt gave me a sketch, but I'd like to hear it from you."

     "Well, Colt merely told me I should talk to you, since you are an expert, then she got very coy about exactly what your expertise is," Jeff admitted, "So, I'm not sure where to start."

     "Ah, so you'd take a Pokègirl's word on faith?" he asked cagily.

     "I take a police-officer's word on faith," Jeff corrected, "I wouldn't take just any Pokègirl's, or human's, word."

     'Gojira' Todamatsu nodded, stood slowly and began pacing, very much like his namesake, tremendous power behind the bulk. Jeff suspected the mind held considerable power as well.

     "A few years ago, we had a Dark Lady running loose. Probably a wild Dark Elf who encountered a Moonstone."

     "I think I can guess how the police got involved."

     "A little police brutality later," Todamatsu said without a hint of shame or remorse, "She calmed down enough she's now my Pokèwife, and the mother of my five children."

     Jeff caught himself staring. Dark Ladies are almost impossible to control, he thought, The best way to Tame them is generally brutally, and `exotically`.

     "From your expression, you're exactly right," the Lieutenant told him, "That's how I did it, there was no other way." He shrugged. "And she's very happy about it. And she's quite open about it as well."

     Jeff couldn't keep himself from frowning. I'm not so naive that I haven't encountered a wide variety of such tastes, he thought, But this . . . this I don't think I can understand or countenance, especially if I have to do it to Mara. She's been very careful never to threaten or harm me. It seems a poor return for her regard.

     "Look, you want to know about Pokègirls? They aren't social animals, they're pack animals," Todamatsu explained patiently, warming to the discussion.

     So you and Colt have talked about this, Jeff thought, Or you both talked to the same person.

     "It's important for them to know their place in the hierarchy, it's also important that they know the Alpha, both male and female, typically human and Pokègirl respectively, are powerful enough to hold their place. Discipline is also a very important part of their pack mentality."

     " 'For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack,'" Jeff recited.

     "Kipling, you're full of surprises, and you might want to take it to heart. The old man may have been writing about fictional wolves, but he was giving the straight stuff as far as Pokègirls were concerned."

     "Terrific," Jeff said.

     "There's more. Pokègirls with a Dark Element or Infernal tendencies have an additional problem. Unlike Celestials who have something constantly guiding their steps, Dark and Infernal Pokègirls all feel that they're somehow out of place, missing something. You could sit them alone in an empty room with orders to lie down, close their eyes and just breathe, come back half an hour later and they would be sure they'd done something wrong, even if they followed your orders scrupulously. You could roast them alive, slowly, and they couldn't tell you exactly what, but they know they did something. And all the soft words and accepting myriad apologies won't cover the feeling, it will in fact make it worse. They must be punished. It doesn't have to be sexually or during Taming, but that is the best time to make them grovel and whimper and cry, and no one except their Tamer knows. Save public chastisement for when they actually have done something."

     "But Pokègirls are such voyeurs and gossips . . . " Jeff stammered.

     "There's a difference between what they know is happening, and what is `officially` happening. 'In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of the Head Wolf is Law.' Like I said, Kipling understood, understood better than most of the `modern` philosophers. They may be waiting for their Infernal Harem sister with bandages, or ointments, or just soothing words and hugs, but any punishment that occurs during a Taming session is not `official`."

     Jeff was nauseated by the entire idea. "Wouldn't it be better to . . . some other way to . . . make it clear?"

     "Maybe, but what you aren't seeing is the point," Todamatsu said, every inch the kindly teacher with a slow but capable pupil, "Dark types and Infernals are some of the loneliest Pokègirls. They push and push, in the terrified hope that someone, especially their Tamer, will push back. That someone, anyone, will care about them enough to set limits for them and hold them to them, that someone will guide their steps and not abandon them. That's one reason it's so hard to get their loyalty, but once you have it, they'll gladly die for you." Todamatsu stopped pacing, he knelt so he was face-to-face with Jeff, smiling. "Almost no other type of Pokègirl shows that behavior. You want your Storm Demon to be assured she has a place, that means she pushes, you must acknowledge it and respond immediately. Even with only a warning glance or a word. That also means, disciplining her privately. You're a healer and Pokègirls are a lot tougher than any human, if you're squeamish about inflicting injury, then you just break -" The man held up his little finger.

     "Yes," Jeff interrupted, "I understand the principle. I don't have to like it." Jeff was trying hard to disappear into his chair.

     "I understand as well, I don't like hurting people. I'm no sadist." He frowned. "If they didn't enjoy it so much, I wouldn't do it." He lowered his voice. "You may have noticed I have a number of . . . frequent visitors. Sometimes it's a spanking, sometimes it's more, but I never injure the Jennies, only the few Infernals and Dark types, and then, well paper cuts and salt do a marvelous job," he said with the tone of a man doing a necessary job.

     "I won't ask where the paper cut are," Jeff said as he squirmed at the thought of paper cuts on his more intimate regions.

     Todamatsu smiled. "The point is, psychiatry for an inferiority complex is a long drawn out process. Giving them a spanking, or worse, then pleasing them sexually seems to be a viable alternative. Don't get me wrong," he warned, "Love, praise and affection will all be deeply appreciated, even more so by Dark-types and Infernals, but deep down, they know they've been bad, and as long as you care enough to `bring them back`, discipline rather than reject them, they'll stick by you when even a Celestial would take to her heels."

     Jeff shook himself and then nodded his head. "How does your Dark Lady deal with disciplining your kids?"

     "She doesn't, she tells them 'Wait until your father gets home', then goes into a rant about my ultimate evil, or she'll take two wrongdoers, let each one cut a switch, and let them give each other an 'appropriate switching'," he laughed, "With her standing by to make up the difference. After doing that once or twice, they are less willing to do things that earn them a switching, and will talk each other out of things. As for `stifling` their growth and controlling her temper . . . she does sculpture, carving stone with her claws, and the kids excel at arts, music, their school work, other things 'To bring glory to their Dark Master!' Me." He chuckled. "And of course there are plenty of times they figure the switching is worth it," the man chuckled again.

     Jeff still squirmed inwardly at the idea of hurting people accidentally or capriciously. But you saw how turned on Mara got just from the spanking, he remembered, That doesn't make me any happier about it. Inflicting pain while giving pleasure, rather than inflicting pain to give pleasure is . . . hard to comprehend.

     "Well, I have a couple ideas on that score," Jeff admitted, "I was just wondering if psychological pressure was as effective."

     "Depends, like everything else, it depends on the setting and details. What did you have in mind?" Todamatsu asked as he returned to his chair.

     "What do you suppose he's in there . . . doing?" Kiyone asked, glancing worriedly at her Harem sisters as they all clustered near enough the doorway to watch, but unable to listen in.

     "To get advice on Taming our dear Storm Demon," Oyuki suggested, "Don't you think so Misato?"

     The Seraph looked up suddenly. "I . . . I don't know," she murmured.

     "Take it easy on her," Mara said distractedly, "She did something stupid, but in character and in good conscience. It's better that he's figuring out how to deal with it." Mara looked up at the staring faces surrounding her. "I've said, all I care about is him. He wouldn't want her hurt, unnecessarily," she explained angrily, "I don't want any of my toys broken either. Unless I'm doing the breaking."

     "I should have expected that," Kiyone said and went back to her internal speculations on the man's reputation. Some like that kind of stuff, she silently admitted while fidgeting nervously, I . . . I got so randy watching Mara getting spanked . . . do I want to watch her get spanked, then get Tamed myself, or do I want to get spanked myself then Tamed? I guess I can wait until tomorrow, I do have some work I could be doing. She continued to stare at the door, practically vibrating.

     "Yes, you should have expected it," Oyuki said disgustedly.

     "Would I lie?" Mara asked, trying her best to look innocent.

     "YES!" the rest of the Harem and all the police officers in earshot proclaimed.

I Can See Forever, the Search Is Over

     Misato was nearly petrified as she stood waiting. I would have preferred if she'd kept teasing me, she thought as the other girls washed her, shampooed and styled her hair, brushed out her wings, Making me so beautiful. No jokes about this, or anything else, from any of them. Why is Mara doing this? she asked whoever or whatever answered the prayers of frightened Seraphs, While Oyuki and Sylve are working on me, Ritsuko and Liv are working on Mara. Kiyone must be seeing to our Master, Misato thought as she grew more and more nervous, felt herself shaking with terrors unimaginable, She said no Taming, she told me that, she told the others, and she told our Master that. Then why is that all I can think about? She found herself trembling with an odd mix of trepidation, expectation, and a deep and abiding shame. Only under the watchful eye of an Infernal, can I be trusted with my Master, she thought miserably, Not Widows or enraged Legendaries hurt or frighten him, just the one Pokègirl who should be his most loyal and staunch defender. Instead, he defers and depends on a Storm Demon. She, who tried to set me up on a `date` with him, and I failed - I hurt him. She knew about Fallen Angels, Angels who'd seen too much, or had failed their Tamers in some spectacular fashion. Seraphs don't fall. Thank all that's Holy. Because I have failed him about as much as it is possible to fail a Master. Even a Healing turned back on me, ravaged me, until he nearly killed himself saving my worthless life. I'm supposed to defend others from evil, not deal it out myself, and have to be rescued from it by my victims. "Why doesn't he just send me away to die?" she asked softly.

     "Because it is not in his nature to do so," Oyuki told her gently as she fussed on last minute touches to the Seraph's beauty.

     "Nor to surrender," Sylve said, "I don't know you like Mara does, but I trust Kiyone's judgment," Sylve explained while brushing out Misato's wings to make them especially soft, "If she's going along with this, there has to be some sound reasoning behind it." Her faith in her Harem-sister sustaining her.

     "Like lying to our Master?" Misato shot back angrily. That still rankles. If I was who I was, before my evolution, I could have at least said something, spoken a warning or the truth, instead, I was too embarrassed by the talk, too embarrassed to protect my Master. If I was, who and what I was before my evolution . . . all of this . . . would be so easy. Now I can't figure out, don't know, if I'm a bride, or a matador, or the bull. He has every right to claim or kill me, and I'm not sure which I prefer. If I . . . he claims me . . . I might . . . fail him again. If he kills me, at least then it will be all over.

     "We were hoping of getting him over the hump, over the idea of regularly Taming us," Sylve said, "He is a lot like a Seraph."

     "It worked spectacularly," Oyuki said dryly as she knelt before Misato, brushing out her dark thatch of hair, "So much for our schemes."

     "You did not fail half as badly as I did," Misato admitted softly, her wings and shoulders drooping as she remembered.

     "Don't cry!" Sylve admonished, "The makeup will run."

     "It is a wonder, that he didn't come back, Pokèball all of us," Oyuki said, "Then run us all through a Level 5 Taming cycle, erase everything, and start all over. No one would blame him."

     "For someone who thinks Pokèballs are cruel and unusual punishment," Sylve said, "I doubt it. He would have returned us to the ranch, or taken us to a Pokècenter, to give to a needy Tamer somewhere. That he could have lived with. We'd be out of his hair and his life."

     Oyuki smirked at that.

     As if because she's a Megami, she'd be immune, Misato thought, Don't get too cocky, my fellow Celestial, Mara probably has plans for you as well. Did she talk him out of it? For our good - or hers?

     They finished and ushered her into another room at the Pokècenter, the local hotel was not set up for the possible rigors of Taming. Aside from the mattresses and bedding in the middle of the room, it was bare, beige walls, floor and ceiling. The sheets were silk, as was the comforter. It smelled of a recent cleaning, although the sweeping scent of her Master was foremost on her mind.

     And my Master seems to be enjoying the feel of Kiyone's silk, that will please the Tarantella, Misato thought of the figure sitting in bed with the sheet and comforter covering him to the waist, The eternal pose of a naked man trying to retain a little modesty. The scars on his chest and back seem to embarrass him more than if he had been naked from the waist down and the scars were covered. She glanced at her Harem-sisters who squirmed at the sight of the old wounds. Reminders that someone somewhere failed to protect him, she thought, Reminders that he could walk into danger with his eyes open, and barely come out again, never calling on his Pokègirls to assist or protect him.

     He spotted her, blushed at her nakedness and looked away, in embarrassment and shame.

     I know how you feel my Master, Misato thought as she bowed her head, I too am ashamed, but not of my nakedness. Why can't I simply go over there and comfort him? This isn't Taming, it's just sleeping together. But I can't. I am sorry, my Master. The scars on his back still abraded her soul nearly to insanity. Put it AWAY! she admonished herself. To distract herself, she took a deep breath and she glanced at Kiyone, And she's about to burst she's so happy he's happy, I bet the mattresses are the standard hard-to-stain, easy-to-clean material use in Pokècenters everywhere. But everything else is her silk, Misato thought as Mara and her two attendants arrived. Mara was only wearing a pair of silk panties, and doing her best to look demure.

     "Okay," Mara gently said, not the tiniest bit exultantly, "This will start out just sleeping, you two both need to get used to that. So no Healing, or I'll break your fingers off," she said angrily, "That will give you something to heal. Anything else," she told them in a soothing, gentle tone, "I believe the three of us can let the situation develop on it's own."

     "Is that why you're wearing . . . clothes, and we are naked?" Misato asked tremulously. I wonder how Kiyone managed that, she thought of the arguments the Tarantella could have used, Probably stripped him naked and carried him in here under her arm. His unwillingness to hurt someone who hasn't hurt him can be used.

     Mara lay down beside their Master, slipping under the covers, and laying a wing down for him to lie on.

     "Isn't that going to hurt?" he asked, concerned.

     "Actually, it's a turn-on," Mara admitted.

     "That doesn't answer my question," he said with a trace of anger.

     "Master," Mara said patiently, leaving out all the leers, suggestive touches, poses and phrases for once, "You want us to speak our minds, correct?"

     "Of course." He nodded, glanced at his Harem.

     "Then we should also be allowed to keep silent about certain things that aren't important. I will not be injured, and I love the idea of my Master cuddled up and sleeping, safe and protected within my wings," she told him while she pulled him against her and wrapped her wings around him, her fingers caressing his shoulders and chin, smiling happily the entire time. While Jeff blushed furiously, he nodded his agreement.

     It's like sorcery, on both of them, Misato thought as Jeff relented and lay down on Mara's lower wing, That has to hurt, but she knows the words. I wish I did.

     "Come on, it's just a little cuddle and sleep. Nothing else unless you want to," she told Misato softly, urging her forward with a friendly smile and wave.

     Come closer, or don't you love your Master, Misato mentally translated Mara's words and gestures, saw the others had drawn the same translation. "All the rest of you clear out," Misato ordered, more angry at herself and her reticence than them. She waited until they were gone and locked the doors from the inside, before she lay down beside her Master. She caught the slight urging gestures from her rival to her Master, to wrap his arms around her and draw Misato up against him. She felt both thrilled and terrified by their bare flesh rubbing against each other. She shivered at each touch of him to her, or her to him, but especially at the spectre of rejection, Feraldom, loneliness and a solitary death. While she trembled, her Master drew her in more tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. She looked into the happily grinning face of Mara.

     You must be loving every second of this, she thought as she felt the fear from her Master and her own triphammering heart in response to her own terrors, and her reaction to her Master's dread, of her.

     I LOVE this! Mara thought as she draped her other wing across all three of them, soothing and entrapping her Master, From the little twinges as my Master rests between my wings. She pulled the sheet and comforter over them, enjoying the smooth feel of Kiyone's excellent work. I also love that whenever Miss Perfect touches him, he tenses, and tries to shy away, presses tightly against my body, but I'm stopping him from going anywhere, she thought as Misato's wing brushed against her Master. Mara launched a gentle series of kisses along his neck and spine that calmed him again. I love that I can calm and soothe my Master, a pat or a kiss from me and he will accept my opinion. The only thing I envy Misato about is her height, while I'm spooned up with him, I can only reach the bottom of his neck with my lips.

     She felt her Master slowly relaxing, she would caress his shoulder or nuzzle his back, all soothing him slightly. She smiled delightedly as she felt her master ease into sleep. Oh, I just want to flip him on his back, suck him into hardness and ride him till dawn! she thought delightedly, But poor, depressed Seraph needs this. She stifled an evil giggle and contented herself snuggling ever more tightly against her Master. The scars bother me too, she admitted to her rival as the Pokègirl watched her intently, That some other demon dared put his mark on my Master, but I wouldn't hurt him trying to take it off, Holy-pants, you were incredibly stupid! I can wait, you couldn't and didn't. She smiled evilly again. I even have a plan, she thought, Oh you are going to owe me so much Holy-pants! You are going to owe me so much! She felt all warm and fluffy at that thought.

You Were with Me All the While

     Damn nightmares, Mara thought as she woke to her Master's distress, But it was all part of the plan. She grabbed Misato's lips, pinching them closed hard enough to wake the Seraph. Misato immediately focused on their Master's tribulation. Misato nodded her understanding.

     Before, I had to ride it out, and soothe him to keep him asleep. Not this time, Mara thought, she filled with determination as she planned to wake him, The nightmare is different this time. Last time it was what he was doing to enslave us, his Pokègirls. Even though his assumptions were ridiculous, I did love that he was afraid for us that way. It's better we can ease his irrational fears, rather than deal with ingrained callousness. This dream she felt, was very different. And it concentrates on Misato, so we work on that fear, she thought as she signaled Misato to kiss their Master and rub him with her wings. I look like a flying fish, Mara thought as she gestured, I just hope she doesn't have an attack of the stupids again. Well, I can deal with that too. That's right, keep it friendly, not sexual, she thought of Misato's performance, as Mara slipped her hands between his legs, Let me handle that part. She slowly stroked his balls, eliciting a whimper. "Easy Master, your Pokègirls can protect you."

     I don't understand why the dream Misato is such a threat, considering what he did to the threats last night in his dreams, Mara thought of her Master's nightmares, But you won't fall, and we can protect you, your Pokègirls are loyal and powerful, and we love our Master. Even if he is a stick in the mud who doesn't screw our brains out often enough. She ignored Misato's disapproving look, but felt the discontinuity growing in her Master's mind.

     "Wake up, Master, it's a nightmare, things are a lot nicer in the waking world," Mara cooed, feeling her Master get hard.

     Misato gasped.

     Oh, now you feel it too, she thought, Too late, now I spring my trap.

     "Stick in the mud, huh?" her Master asked groggily.

     "You bet." Mara lifted and shoved. Suddenly her Master, with a raging hard on, was lying atop the Seraph. Which one of the two was more paralyzed with shock, Mara couldn't tell. But I don't need to know, she thought as she sat up, took a firm grip on her Master's privates and ran the tip of his cock over the Seraph's opening. I can feel his confusion and see Misato's, she thought delightedly, So sad, too bad, I'm in charge. She thrust him inside Misato and pressed herself against his bare bottom, so he couldn't pull out.

     Misato 'eeped' at the contact as she stared vacantly in stunned shock.

     Now Master understands why 'Seraph in a brothel' replaced 'deer in the headlights' for that particular look, Mara thought.

     Then Mara cradled her Master's ass in her lap and held his hips firmly between her hands and drove him into the Seraph.

     "Mara," her Master said warningly.

     "Just concentrate on what's important, let your Pokègirls do the work," she told him as she set up a slow, gentle rhythm. This close and this intimate she could feel absolutely everything he was feeling. No resistance, mostly confusion, I can fix that, Mara thought. "She's stronger, if she didn't want it, she'd resist," she cooed in his ear.

     She thrust her hips and drove him in again and again, adjusting to intensify his - their - experience. "Kiss and fondle your beautiful Pokègirl," she told him softly, "Let her know you love her, and she is forgiven. Pokègirls need our Master's love, or we die inside." She nodded with approval as her Master bent down to suckle and fondle Misato's breasts. That's it, she thought, She's just a beautiful Pokègirl who desperately needs you, not who you remember. She reveled in the sensations she was getting from her Master and the daft, ebullient look on Misato's face. And especially using my Master as a dildo to screw that stuck up Seraph silly, she thought.

     "Let your Pokègirl know you want her, that you love the feel of her body, that her Master desires her, that is all for a Pokègirl," she huskily whispered to her Master as she sped up the pace. Misato was clawing at the sheets and whimpering like a whipped dog.

     It's not fair! They're getting me so hot, I may go first! she thought as she felt her panties dampen, Oh, nasty Seraph, how many sex attacks did you used to know? She felt the Seraph's pussy spasming around her Master's cock. Like getting a handful of blowjobs all at once, she thought as she started moaning in response to Misato's helpless squeals and what she felt her Master feeling. She slowed the pace, despite her desperate need.

     Oh, make her work for it, she thought as Misato wrapped her legs around both Mara and their Master, trying to hurry things along. No, you wait, Mara thought as she masked her desperation, the growing need for her own release. Oh, I want to ram it in you so hard your teeth would rattle, she thought of the moaning Seraph whose fingers were entwined within her Master's hair, pulling him tightly against her breast as he sucked and fondled. Mara smelled and tasted her Master's sweat as he reacted to his Pokègirls' excitement.

     "OH!" Mara cried out, nearing her peak. Next time, I slip her some Milktit milk, let our Master suck her dry, Mara thought, trying to concentrate on anything except the feeling of searing tightness and heat in her groin, Am I the one enjoying this most? She adjusted her Master's angle.

     "Master," Misato begged softly, "Please . . . Master."

     No you don't, she thought as she caught her Master focusing on his displeasure at the title, to let him avoid the inevitable. "Oh Master, powerful Master, wonderful Master," she moaned sensuously, rubbing her breasts on his back, "Fuck your Pokègirls, make them beg for it, make them want it, make them cry out! Make them know Master loves us!" She howled out as if she'd orgasmed. "Oh Master, I get all hot just thinking about Master plunging in and out, in and out, in and out of his Pokègirls. In and out, in and out," she moaned in time with her strokes, "Oh Master, oh Master, oh Master! Fuck your beautiful Pokègirl, fuck your willing Pokègirl, own your loyal Pokègirl," she panted, as if she were the one he was riding.

     She smiled as she nuzzled his back, as she felt his excitement grow and his control slip. Her own control solidified a little, except Misato's little happy mewlings were driving her into a frenzy.

     Suddenly, Misato fell silent, Mara felt from her Master that Misato had clamped down on him hard. Mara stopped her thrusting, letting the sensations of the wide-eyed Misato's frantically spasming vagina pour through her Master and into her.

     I can't . . . I'm going - going to -! Mara thought urgently, biting her lip to prevent herself from exploding. She laid her clenched fists on her Master's shoulders and arched her back, grinding her pelvis against her Master's butt. All she could imagine was her insides twisting tighter and tighter to the point of real pain. No, hold on - hold on - hold on -! she commanded herself desperately, she knew she wanted to hurt, but not like this.

     Misato's bawl of joyous release incited her Master's release, the feeling of his release roiling from his mind and body into her, ripped a ragged scream of liberation from Mara, feeling all three bodies responding to each other.

     Mara found herself lying exhaustedly on top of the other two panting bodies. Misato held her Master firmly inside her, as if afraid to lose him. Mara reached down and stroked the swollen lips of Misato's labia, letting tiny electrical charges excite the Seraph.

     "No! Please no! No don't!" Misato pleaded wild-eyed.

     "No," Mara told her calmly, "Enjoy your Master within you, tell him, beg him to do this again. Tell him how he excites you," she told the Seraph sweetly, smiling at her embarrassment and excitement.

     "Oh Master," the Seraph exclaimed, hugging her Master tightly to her, "Misato is your good Pokègirl, Misato loves being your Pokègirl," Misato panted breathlessly, running her hands over her Master's sweaty body. Sweat Mara was again sensuously tonguing it off his body, enjoying the taste of her Master, the smell of her Master, the feel of her Master's skin and the feeling of his Pokègirls touching and caressing him. Mara reveled in how he felt about their attentions.

     Still waiting for the real payoff, she thought as she watched and felt Misato nuzzling him, shyly kissing him, and Mara felt her arms touching and caressing as she delivered them to her Master, and in an odd way, as she received them, feeling what her Master felt.

     Ah ha! she thought as Misato relaxed her grip and let her Master pull out. Mara immediately rolled over and swung between his legs. With one hand, she thrust a few fingers into Misato, preventing the treasure's escape, and wriggling them to reagitate the Seraph. While she held her Master's spout with her other hand, until she could engulf it. Slowly dragging her lips and tongue over it, collecting every drop of the mixed essence of her rival and her Master. Once she'd cleaned him off, swallowing the delectable ambrosia, she concentrated on making him ready again. She rolled onto her chest, thrusting her butt in the air.

     "Was I good? Was I bad?" she asked coyly, she saw and felt the hunger in him. I was right to be his first, there are fewer . . . complications about taking me, and almost none if I ask.

     "If I did want to punish you - " he left the threat hanging.

     "Yes?" she emitted a Misato-like squeak, looking longingly over her shoulder.

     "I'd walk out the door and take Misato with me."

     "Oh no, please," she pleaded. The way I feel, I don't have to fake it - much, she thought, I want him, my Master, inside me. I can feel he wants to be inside me. He could just stand there, thinking about me that way, and I'd come. Instead, she pulled her fingers out of Misato and went in with her tongue, sampling, then guzzling the ambrosia within, trying not to let the expectancy of her Tamer's next action drive her mad. She held her sticky sopping wet hand as far forward as she could, and smiled amid her feast as she felt Misato greedily sucking her fingers.

     Rivals or no, evolution or no, no Pokègirl would give up a chance at this, Mara thought triumphantly, nearly in Heaven from the savory taste, Nothing better, she thought as she lapped the Seraph clean, then set about using her tongue and fingers to drive the Seraph completely mad. She moaned in pleasure as her Master entered her and Misato wrapped her legs around her, holding her in position. Misato's body and instincts at least are being honest about the Seraph's lusts and desires, Mara thought enraptured. Her moan became a screech when her Master's fingers, like claws, dug into her buttocks and twisted, although it didn't hurt as much as she'd like. "Yes Master, show me who's boss," she moaned to encourage him. Well, he's not taking me up the ass either, she thought disappointedly, But he doesn't have any of that ridiculous guilt or hesitation now. At least about Taming me. She continued her tormenting pleasure of Misato while her Master drove into her and ground her ass with his hands. The Seraph writhed and whined, but Mara refused to relent or even slow down.

     "Oh bite me, Master! Show me I'm nothing but yours," she panted before returning to tongue lashing the Seraph, feeling the odd resonant thought of her Tamer plunging into her and her plunging into a beloved Pokègirl. Best is the feeling of being wanted, desired, lusted after, she thought happily, Teaching him I prefer slap to tickle will be easy. But, that feeling can't be taught, or faked.

     She enjoyed the long, slow strokes of her Tamer, building her fires slowly, while she elicited all the pathetic little squeaks and squeals from Misato, which turned her on almost as much as him slowly driving into her and out.

     "Oh harder! Harder!" she panted, "Harder Master!"

     "No."

      "Wicked, wicked Master!" she growled and returned to bedeviling her squeaky toy. She felt the pressure building in her loins, part of it was driven by what her Master was feeling the rest was what she was doing to her now helpless rival, a victim overcome under her claws and fangs. She concentrated on keeping the Seraph 'eeping' like a cross between a Titmouse and a sonar set.

     Oh, your Pokègirls playing nice with each other turns you on? Mara thought as she had to stop, so she'd climax when her Master did, Wait for him . . . wait . . . hold on! She could feel her nails digging into the tough mattress, Got to last - until - Master -! She felt and heard his release, she cried out heightening the effect for both of them. World white again, she had her last conscious thought for a while.

Can We Last Forever, Will We Fall Apart?

     Jeff watched the vacant look suffuse Mara's face, changing from one of such intense effort and concentration, to one of near mindless bliss. The muscles of her pussy were still concentrating on their mission, kneading and massaging him, trying to entice every last drop of semen into her. As Misato did, he thought tiredly, How did they think anyone could service even four of them a night? he wondered, his mind wandering, ranging, as undeniable exhaustion washed over him, Managed to hold off . . . first, Mara did most of the work, he thought as Mara released him, So tired. He sat up on his haunches, looking at Mara and Misato panting.

     Mara suddenly grabbed Misato by the ears and thrust her head between her legs. Mara hooked her legs under Misato's arms and around her back, holding the Seraph in position. Misato began lapping greedily at Mara, causing Mara to arch her back and begin chanting 'Storm Demon!' as the Seraph indulged herself.

     Jeff watched the previously restrained Seraph indulging herself in such a happy and carefree manner. His joy and fascination temporarily banishing his exhaustion. But the bill came due, his lassitude seemed more emotional than physical, he had forced down his nervousness and fear, doing so had taken its toll. He felt himself teetering.

     "Storm Demon." Mara waved him forward as she lay down. He eagerly crawled into her arms. She made sure he pillowed his head on her breasts, before she wrapped her arms and wings around him, holding him tightly against her body, nuzzling his head, her hands slowly roaming his body under her wings.

     Suddenly Misato lifted his legs so he was no longer lying diagonally across Mara, but along her length, Mara immediately added her legs to what she had wrapped around him.

     "I think you wish you were a Naga, so you could wrap me in your coils," he teased her tiredly, sleep no longer just beckoning, but calling out the marshals with an indictment.

     "Storm Demon," she replied, pinching his butt. Then Mara glanced to the side. "Storm Demon," she said, unfolded one wing and urged Misato forward.

     When the Seraph hesitated, Jeff took a hand, "Misato get your butt over here, that's an order."

     The Seraph lay next to Jeff and Mara, draping one of her wings over the pair while Mara enclosed the Seraph in her wing.

     Jeff barely felt the caress. "I . . . I'm so . . . " Misato said timidly, as uncertain as her caress.

     "Forgiven, just don't do it again," he told her, "If I could have fixed it, I would have."

     Misato felt a warm glow, not just the afterglow of sex, or the warmth of contact. Master forgave me, she thought, Mara will never let me forget I `owe` her, but it was . . . nice. She snuggled against her rival and her Master.

     She considered the wonderful feeling of her Master inside her, putting his seed inside her. Then he forgave me, she couldn't get the thought out of her mind, she felt the tears of mingled joy and shame forming, It isn't right. I hurt my Master, his `protector` a Storm Demon made sure that I was Tamed, that he was safe with me around. That irony shouldn't be true. I should be his protector and comforter, not her. Instead, she's the one he trusts and believes, the gatekeeper and I am the one to be watched and worried about.

     She despondently considered what the other Misato had apparently done, and then what she'd done to make the apparent link between them all too real, so her Master would believe they were the same person.

     But Mara turned that on its head, Misato thought, It was her fucking me initially, maybe she wanted to rape me . . . . No, that's not fair, screw me, screw with me, yes, but it wasn't rape. She looked at her Master and the Storm Demon asleep together. I never even considered refusing or escaping. I didn't care how my Master wound up inside me, how or why he was pumping into me. Misato sighed and wanted to cover her face, or hug her Master tightly.

     Mara couldn't see his expression, Misato thought, She couldn't see how much he started enjoying it. That I wouldn't hurt him, that I'm not her, that I was as nervous as he was . . . that I was so grateful he was my Master, and my Master was Taming me. Even Mara's smile wasn't wicked, wasn't 'I am disciplining a rival', she was glorying in how good she was ensuring our Master felt, and that was all. Misato looked over at their sleeping Master, as she pulled the covers over all of them.

     So he understands that his Pokègirls love him, that the reason why is unimportant, and that Taming them is fun, not a chore or a responsibility, Misato thought as she closed her eyes and dreampt of their next Taming session, and felt embarrassed at all the `naughty` things they did to each other.

     Jeff had pulled on a shirt and slacks, and was headed for the shower, content his little `revenge` would be appreciated. I'd like to see their faces when Mara and Misato wake up entwined in each others arms and wings, as if they squeezed their `Master` out into the cold, he thought.

     "Ah, ah ha!" Ritsuko chided, "Trying to run away?"

     "I hadn't thought I was," Jeff replied.

     Ritsuko sniffed him and smiled happily. "I did say I wanted to give you a bath, I think that's where you're heading. It's not bad, by the way, a good scent for you, sweat, sex, your natural scent. Of course you go into the forest, you'll have to beat off the Ferals with a stick, until we can get them into a line." She took on a hand-clasped in prayer, eyes-twinkling pose, smiling dreamily.

     On a six-year-old that might be cute. On an adult it's just creepy, the thought couldn't prevent him from blushing right down to his toes. "So what are you doing awake at this hour?" he asked to change the subject, "We retired early, I woke up a little before midnight, and then get to sleep again, and woke a little while ago." He glanced at his watch. "At four in the morning."

     "You didn't expect us not watch?" Ritsuko asked mischievously, gliding up beside him, "I do hope you documented everything for your reports, it ought to make interesting reading. You said you'd do it tomorrow." She laid her chin on his shoulder, made a kittenish smile at him. She ran a finger down his chest. "Well, it's tomorrow. Do you really think you'll have much time later?"

     Why do I suddenly feel like the lone canary at a cat show? Jeff wondered to himself. "Well, I was going to delegate Mara to Oyuki, Sylve and Liv. I'd be with Kiyone."

     "You really want to do that?" Ritsuko asked, scientist and Alpha replacing sex-kitten for the moment.

     "I've considered it, and gave it to the people who could carry it out. Oyuki and Sylve - don't look at me like that, it's all well -considered," he said defensively, "I talked to Mara as she said, 'With all the nice stuff, I just want a little spice.' What I really think is that she's worried that if we encounter one of her previous enemies, or some Team Rocket thieves, would we be nasty enough to handle them?"

     "I know you are," Ritsuko said, "So . . . this is to show the rest of us are too?"

     "Right, I'm just one, She has to trust that the other can as well," he said, "Weird, we're to be nasty to gain her trust, but that's what all the literature suggests as well."

     "I could fight to defend her, but to - do this - that I couldn't," Ritsuko admitted.

     "I suspect that Mara won't ask for this again. Let's just say that after the damage we do to her . . . she won't be in any mood to ask again."

     "What kind of healing will she require? As I said, that's why I'm taking my portion this morning." Ritsuko pressed herself against him and gave a hungry smile.

     Jeff shrugged.

     Ritsuko threw up in the tub when Jeff described what he had in mind for Mara. I told her it was all right, he thought as he finished scrubbing out the tub, She didn't believe me. He finished cleaning up after Ritsuko, took a shower to clean himself up, dressed in his usual suit and tie, and went to the police station armory, and the underground firing range.

     I feel a little naked without my pistol, he thought as he walked down the stairs to the armory and firing range, That this world is supposedly safer than the one I've come from is cold comfort. I've been attacked here more times that I would have been attacked back home, over a corresponding period of time. Only the firepower I usually carry around with me, has made the difference in each case. With my magic nearly useless as an offensive weapon in combat, until I can enchant the necessary equipment: weapons and armor to give me the edge, and boy will I need it. If Pokègirls are supposed to do the fighting, I'm going to have to further train them to use The Gun, and I'll have to stand back as long-range mystical support. And won't I hate that. Well, it will be quite a surprise for someone who decides to `bypass` the Pokègirls to go after the Tamer, he thought while smiling broadly at the fate of just such a `forward thinker`.

     The armorer, Colt, was wake or still awake, and had the .45 in a firing stand. From the look on her face, she's as much fascinated as worried by those weapons, he thought as he stood in his suit and tie and watched her squeeze off a single shot, then pull the target back.

     "Yes, it's that accurate," Jeff told her as he approached. The target had a single dime-sized hole slightly off dead center.

     "No pistol is that accurate," the Growlie growled, "I put 10 rounds through the same hole."

     "Well, I certainly feel justified in asking your help in fashioning more rounds for it then."

     "Oh, already did that, 200 rounds are left of the batch I turned out, you'd need a crowbar to get me away from this. Some of the 'Jennies are joking that I finally found a gun I'd take to bed and not ever go Feral." She shook her head and laughed. "They keep saying I love guns and machines," she whispered conspiratorially to him, "They don't understand. I just tell them that to get them into bed." Colt laughed at the joke. Jeff just smiled and nodded politely. When the armorer sobered, she asked, "One thing I've got to know, what would possess someone to make a cannon like this?"

     "Well that one in particular, I wanted a .45 that was more accurate and an expert gunsmith owed me a big favor," Jeff explained.

     "You got it. You said 'this particular', there are other guns like this?" Colt asked with interest.

     "I don't know, there are two stories, one is to deal with Moslem separatists in the Philippines, they would tie their own loins up with damp vines or rawhide, as those shrank, the man would enter a state called amok."

     "I can believe that," Colt said, wincing at the description.

     "Well, the American officers had a 9mm revolver, a .38 caliber, and it would punch holes in the amok man, but he wouldn't die until much later, usually after he'd dismembered his target. The other story was it had to be able to founder a horse."

     "A horse, like a Ponytaur, or a Clydesdame?" Colt asked.

     "Clydesdame," Jeff told her, "Big horse."

     "I can believe it, 11.43 mm, if 9 mm is .38, that makes this .48?"

     "Inches, .45 inches, also the round is subsonic so it's more likely to transfer all its energy to the target. The pistols you all carry are designed to kill with hydrostatic shock, this one is designed to make sure someone doesn't get back up."

     "Subsonic," Colt said, cocked an ear, "So you could make a silencer for this thing? Good thing you don't know how," she told him staring straight into his eyes, she spoke carefully, "A lot of . . . irregularities . . . are tolerated when humans carry weapons into the wild, Tamer or not, things that would never be overlooked in the big cities. Also, none of this seems to be Forbidden Tech. So someone could mass-produce these." She paused. "I'm almost afraid to ask about that monster," Colt said as she pointed to the huge rifle in its own stand.

     "You haven't fired it have you?" Jeff asked worriedly, scanning the backstop for a hole.

     "Just getting ready," admitted as she headed over.

     "What's your backstop made of?" Jeff asked as he stared at it.

     "Seven centimeters of steel plate, backed with dirt. We're below ground and there are no water or sewer lines back there," she joked.

     "Good, because unless it's armor plate, at this range, that round will go right through."

     "Minotaura flops!"

     Jeff frowned. "The round was originally for a semi-portable, select fire, antitank machine cannon. The rifle is even stronger, and it was last loaded with armor piercing ammo. What else would I use on Widows? Even with an armor-piercing round, the bullets just go in one side and rattle around a bit."

     Colt walked over and removed the breech block at the rear of the gun and the round there.

     "Yep, it's black tipped, here, let's try a standard tracer, they are red tipped. Excuse me for asking, but you aren't color-blind, are you? I keep thinking, beg pardon - "

     "You are allowed to think," Colt replied as she fitted the round into the block and the block back in the gun. "No, most dog-types have human color vision. I get that question a lot, I wish they'd just put the answer in the damn 'dexs."

     "Why would the-powers-that-be allow a Pokègirl to run the armory, if it's none of my business - ?"

     "The answer's simple, nobody else wanted the job. So I keep the OfficerJennies' 5.5's and the humans 7 mils all working good. I also do most of the machining that needs doing, family tradition, and personal pride."

     "What about forging?" Jeff asked.

     "No, although occasionally I get something really interesting, like these. Hearing protection." She pointed to the racks of headphones on the wall.

     Jeff put on the headphones, while the Growlie set a custom set on her larger, more sensitive ears.

     "Get that butt tight in your shoulder, or you'll break your arm," Jeff shouted into the side of her protectors.

     She complied and fired, and shook her head from the incredible noise that still penetrated her ear protectors, even the echoes off the walls shook her. Then she stared open-mouthed at the target, and the backstop behind it.

     As the pair entered the range, OfficerJennies and other officers were racing down the stairs and into the range to determine if everything was all right.

     "Okay," the aghast Growlie admitted while she looked and Jeff and shook her head to clear it, "I'm impressed." She turned to stare at the clean hole in the backstop.

     "So am I," Lestroud said as she approached the pair, "I thought you two were trying to knock down the building. The armory, and especially the range, is supposed to be soundproofed, but we all heard that. I'm surprised they didn't hear that in Redding or Juneau."

     No point mentioning the sound suppression spell The Gun is enchanted with, he thought, Not that I activated it this time.

     "The bullet even glowed. One of the human officers could just talk the rounds onto a target," Colt said as she knelt to peer down the hole.

     "That's what tracers do," Jeff explained, Lestroud and Colt stared at him, "The Ma Deuce, the .50 caliber machine gun, was used exactly like that. Against aircraft and lightly armored vehicles."

     The Growlie stared into the hole in the here-to-fore impenetrable backstop. "You know, when they said somebody had shot a Widow, I was more likely to believe they tricked the Widow into a loaded cannon, then closed the breech and yanked the lanyard. This thing, this cannon, I can almost believe it." She rocked back and forth, toes to heels, while deeply considering something.

     "I'd like to take this out for another test, some long range fire tests," the Growlie asked almost reverently.

     "Provided you're willing to help me make some more bullets, I have no objections. Things are going to be rather busy for me today." Jeff waved his hands theatrically. "Granting wishes and the like."

     "I think I can adapt something," the Growlie said in the same low, reverent tones, no one seemed inclined to tease her about it.

     "You trying to compete with the Widowslayer? He kills them with his bare hands," Lestroud said, "So you've got some catching up to do."

     "I'm not even sure who that is. And I'm not competing with anyone. I don't care who is the `best`. I only care that I'm very, very good," Jeff said, offering Colt a hand to stand up, Colt stared at his hand in bafflement, then smiled and took it to rise.

     "Well, if your Taming of your Storm Demon is any indication, you've got a ways to go for 'very, very good.' But you're already better than most," Lestroud teased him, then turned serious, "You might just want to lie back and relax, let your Pokègirls do the work the first few times."

     "Thanks. I am trying. Sorry, I don't like being . . . inept at an important task, and here, Taming is an important task, and it's more my problem than theirs."

     "Try opening up, they won't hurt you." Colt exited the range and removed the breech block, staring at the spend round. She turned the breech block over and over in her hands, sniffed the spent casing, frowned then stared as the block and the spent casing intently.

     "Do Pokègossips talk about everything involving Tamers?" Jeff asked nervously.

     "Oh no," Lestroud assured him, "Just about sex and their Tamer's habits in bed."

     "Ah," Jeff said, "Just the important stuff." He sighed and shook his head. I'll never get used to this place, he lamented silently, Surrounded pretty - beautiful sexually available women, any normal guy would only take a break from sex to eat and sleep, all I want to do is crawl in a hole and hide.

     "You got it," Lestroud said, "You want some pointers?"

     "Why do I think it's the pointers that interest you?" Jeff asked the now blushing OfficerJenny, "Besides I've already arranged a few things I'll have to get to. Although having one of the girls watch me take my shirt off and immediately throw up was . . . very interesting. I'd rather not replicate the experience." Jeff nodded to confused Officer Lestroud and Colt, then he left.

At Times It's So Confusing, These Questions of the Heart

     Jeff found Mara waiting for him in the police station squad room. "Oh, ho ho ho Master," she said as they headed back to the room in the Pokècenter, where he'd set things up, "She's cute, but I like men."

     "Having second thoughts?" he asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

     "No," Mara assured him, "Do like all this secret stuff? No, but that's part of it, not really liking it. I also heard about Ritsuko, she and Sylve are closeted together, I can guess part of what happened, I thought you might use a little TLC."

     "Well, I really need my sleep, and so do you," Jeff replied.

     "I just want to practice my cuddle attacks," Mara said with surprising innocence, softly leaning up against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

     "I guess you do need the practice."

     Mara frowned and poked him in the ribs. "And you need the practice receiving them," Mara said firmly, "We aren't going to hurt you."

     "Says the girl who's going to be tortured later today, at my order," Jeff replied.

     "Volunteered and my . . . well not friends, but people I trust won't enjoy it too much, are the ones doing it."

     "And you wonder why I'm not comfortable?" he looked at her and asked.

     She suddenly grabbed him in a hug, nuzzling him and holding him tightly against her. When she finally released him, she smiled shyly and told him, "It's a different world. I've seen your home, bits and pieces, is my head, like a dozen separate lives."

     "I've always have vivid dreams," Jeff explained, "And some times they contain entire lifetimes in the space of months or sometimes one dream."

     "Where does the `real-you` begin and the `dream-you` end? General, husband, sorcerer, EVA pilot?" Mara asked.

     "Considering I remember my dreams perfectly . . . I don't know, it's all me I suppose." Jeff sighed and completed his inspection.

     "Why don't we go back to bed," Mara cooed, "I'll spoon up behind you," she said as she did, "And drape a wing over you." She covered him with her wings as she giggled.

     "Does the idea of getting hurt like this . . . turn you on like this?" he asked tartly, afraid for her.

     "Sure, I'm tough, and I'm a little tired of all the nice stuff," she admitted thoughtfully, "Sometimes, you just need something spicy."

     "Well." He led her to the frame designed to restrain Pokègirls for Taming. "I'd better lock you in. If you and Ritsuko are up, then the others are too. Maybe you'd like some extra time to . . . would you enjoy it? Experience what is going to happen."

     "I'd appreciate it," Mara said, smiled and stepped into the frame, stroking his leg with her foot, while he fitted the arm straps.

     Locking her in the frame Jeff felt more unease than Mara was showing. "Are you really sure about this?" he asked as he turned her head-down in the frame.

     Mara laughed. "Would you quit worrying Master? The NurseJoy is monitoring, she has authority to put a stop to it, once the physical injuries reach a certain point. And you know how soft-hearted they are."

     "Well - " he said, cleared his throat, "Enjoy it."

     "So, are you going to give Kiyone a good time?" Mara asked.

     "I got advice to simply lay back and let her do all the work. Frankly, I'm scared. I'm almost willing to trade places. I'm more used to being on the receiving end of injuries, I guess I'm used to it, I've come to expect it. Getting something else . . . practically having everyone around willing to give it to me until . . . it's beyond my experience."

     "Learn," Mara told him softly, grinning at him.

     "You're the one hanging upside-down eagerly awaiting your tormentor, and I'm the one scared of spending an intimate day with a beautiful woman who loves me," he said, "I am nuts."

     "I trust the people who are going to service me, you can't bring yourself trust them," Mara told him, chuckled, "Just relax, Kiyone won't hurt you, if it gets too bad, stop it. You have that right, trust them, I give you my word, none of us are like the others." She paused until Jeff nodded. "And don't tell me she won't hurt me, everybody has been telling me that. I'm beginning to think the fastest way to send messages would be to try something unusual sexually, the message propagation rate exceeds light speed." He sighed, shook his head.

     "I hope you realize I don't understand a word after 'messages'," Mara told him.

     "Sorry, I'm an engineer, I always try to figure out better ways," Jeff told her as Oyuki entered and he left.

     Mara heard Oyuki enter with several, squeaking wheeled objects, she couldn't turn her head enough to see. But a moment later, Oyuki walked into view carrying an enormous metal dildo and a metal pipe with flexible hoses that ran down to something out of Mara's sight.

     "That might hurt a little," she teased, looking up at Oyuki, "But that hardly qualifies as torture."

     With a snap, a tongue of flame came out of the tube. Oyuki began playing it over the dildo. "The Marshall suggested I go against my 'Ice Maiden' proclivities," Oyuki said, she wore heavy gloves to protect her hands that held the dildo and the flame tube. "I would like to talk to you about my being - 'A cold, unaffected iceberg', I assure you, that doesn't bother me at all," she said angrily as she circled Mara.

     Mara was hypnotized by the flame playing over the dildo, as Oyuki walked around her, one precise step after another, the twin hoses dragged under her. She wouldn't, Mara asked herself, No Megami would! She tried to relax and enjoy being scared.

     Jeff was more than a little worried as Kiyone finished up her work. She'd regained her statuesque, well-turned form from the tumescent, pregnant look she'd had last night. The 'pod' that Kiyone was preparing, was definitely not normal. The way it's reinforced, he thought of the midget submarine looking thing, I doubt I could get out of it without a knife or fire. He glanced at the cables that anchored it off the ground and to the walls. That it was all teal, exactly Kiyone's hair color, increased his assumption that it was something weird going on. Kiyone's enthusiasm alone is also more than a bit overwhelming, he thought as the girl launched herself at him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, kissing him passionately. He staggered under the sudden weight and contact. Slow down girl, he thought, And let dumb guy catch up. He held onto the girl and tried to kiss her back, but she was moving too fast. He backed against the wall, bracing himself while Kiyone continued her assault as her hands roamed his back and sides. While she rained kisses on his face and neck.

     Kiyone paused and exposed her throat, he kissed it gently, causing her to wrap her arms around his head, pressing his face against her throat. He nibbled and licked as much as he could reach. She moaned her appreciation, turned her neck to expose other parts to him, he felt her nipples starting to harden as she rubbed herself against his chest. He wasn't sure what to do, he knew what he wanted to do, but that might not be what she had in mind.

     "Kiyone, it's good workmanship, what's it for?" As if I didn't know, he didn't add aloud.

     She pulled away for a moment, her legs still around his waist, but her hands rested on his shoulders, she smiled then looked down, her blush reddening her skin. "You want to try it out?" she asked, smiling wickedly.

     "Sure, what's it - ?"

     He was interrupted by her leaning back to grab the edge of the pod and pull herself in, carrying him up and inside with her legs still around his waist.

     Okay, she's strong, he thought, 'Bushman' the gorilla could do that trick at the Chicago Zoo. The pod swayed as she resealed it, inside was soft, teal light, and it was surprisingly warm.

     She released him and climbed over him, dispensing with her shirt and boxers while pulling his pants down, leaving him lying face down. "Don't roll over, just look over your shoulder," she told him. Just above her butt was a tail, which looked like a cross between a claw and a scorpion's sting.

     "What's that in aid of?" he gasped.

     "Well, you're so nervous," Kiyone told him huskily, her hand roaming his shoulders as the other massaged his buns, she lay down beside him, "I'd just like to give you something to take the edge off."

     "It won't hurt and it will make you feel good, relaxed," she told her Master, wishing her caresses were relaxing him, instead of enervating him, "Not paralysis or anything like that. Okay?" Kiyone urged her Master.

     "I . . . guess," he answered worriedly staring at her face, not the `stinger`.

     That makes it worse, she thought. "I'm not going to eat you!" Kiyone answered his unasked question. Not all at once, she thought, You are looking yummy, even scared. Imagine, a man scared of my sexuality, and man noticing me and my sensuality. HA!!

     "Frankly, I'd be more worried about what I think you do have planned," her Master admitted shamefaced.

     "What are you so nervous about?" Kiyone chided, stroking his skin with the tips of her fingers, she smiled warmly. "We all watched you and Mara, we all felt . . . very good . . . watching, wishing it was us."

     "Well, I didn't do well the first time."

     Good grief! Guys' egos are so sensitive! Kiyone thought, Just like Lestroud warned. I guess I owe her the teddy she asked for, something really racy, she remembered the senior 'Jenny's advice, 'Coax, seduce. Combat-types know you're a beautiful woman, but they first see you as a distraction. You have to know two contradictory things, that you aren't a threat to him, and you can protect him when he's vulnerable.' Tall order.

     "We're here, it's what I want, that's what I'm talking about," she said, indicating the stinger, "This will just take the edge off, let you be yourself without worrying about what I'm thinking about it. I like my partners awake and active."

     "Okay, what do I do?"

     "Relax, it's best intramuscular, it won't hurt beyond a little discomfort."

     "Okay," he said then buried his face in the soft fabric of the cocoon.

     She smiled, as she carefully slid the stinger into his skinny behind and slowly clenched and unclenched the muscles to pump the special chemical in. He looked up, she enjoyed him watching her as she medicated him. She turned back, retracted her stinger and laid down so she was face to face with him. "Just let it work," she said soothingly, as her hands touched him carefully, gauging the effect of her special `venom`.

     "It affects - ERK!" she said as he rolled her onto her back, him atop her, "Or maybe we should - "

     He thrust his head between her legs and began to frantically nibble and lick.

     "Ohh - I - OOOO!" she said as she squirmed, "Gently. Master. DON'T TICKLE ME THERE!!" she shrieked. "oH, TOO much, too strong. Such enthusiasm! Careful with the TEETH!"

     "Then there is a mentor's or a friend's responsibility to oversee a certain healthy discipline," Oyuki droned on about the goals and responsibilities according to different philosophers. Mara was mainly concerned that the steel dildo had gone from dark to red to orange, and was now yellow-orange.

     "Don't you agree?" Oyuki asked.

     "Oh of course, seems reasonable," Mara said quickly, worriedly, focusing on Oyuki's words.

     "But it directly contradicts Kierkegaard," Oyuki said, she squatted in front of Mara, "It's very vexing, I thought you could throw some light on the problem, but you aren't even paying attention." She frowned as the flame played over the steel, and Mara could see Oyuki sweating from her proximity to the heat.

     Think! Think! Anything to delay! Mara searched her mind for anything except that yellow-hot dildo and where Oyuki could so easily put it. "I don't see the contradiction!" she blurted out.

     "Indeed," Oyuki asked thoughtfully, "Could you explain how?"

     Mara felt her own sweat crawling down her spine. I'm not strong enough to break the restraints, she thought, I've tried. Maybe I could reason with her. Yeah sure! She's arguing philosophy while getting ready to shove a half-molten dildo into me, she's snapped!

     "Is the NurseJoy still there, maybe she's got an idea?!" Mara blurted out. Maybe she can save me, she thought desperately. She smiled at the insanely calm Megami.

     "Joy, are you still there?" Oyuki called, then whispered to Mara, "Oh, she must be elsewhere." Oyuki smiled. "We're all alone. No one can disturb us."

     Mara felt a terror she never had before.

     "I've changed my mind," Mara said, "I don't want to do this."

     "I'm afraid only Master can cancel, and he's . . . occupied, and will be for several hours," Oyuki told her with a wide toothy grin, "Isn't that wonderful?"

     "No," Mara whimpered in a tiny voice, "No, no no . . . " She shook her head and let her tears flow.

You Followed Me Through Changes and Patiently You'd Wait

     The side of the cocoon ripped open, a totally disheveled and naked Kiyone tried to leap away. "WOLF SPIDER!" she exclaimed as an arm reached out of the pod and caught her around the waist leaving her arms and legs windmilling uselessly in the air as she tried to run away. "WOLF SPIDER!" she shouted as she was drawn back into the cocoon, "WooooollllllFF Spiiiiider," she protested uselessly as she disappeared within. "WOLF Spider! WOLF Spider! WOLF Spider! WOLF Spider! WOLF Spider!" she chanted breathlessly as the cocoon swung back and forth in time with her chant.

     The dildo was white hot now. Mara could see the sweat streaming down Oyuki's face and soaking through her robes from the radiated heat, and the look of absolutely, insane, hunger and intent on the Megami's face.

     Her powers and strength neutralized, Mara could only plead with her Harem-sister, "Please, Oyuki . . . I don't want this. I'm sure that our Master wouldn't want this to go so far."

     "But we'd have to be sure," Oyuki replied reasonably, her voice completely at odds with her expression.

     No, this can't be! Mara thought desperately, I never wanted this! A little more slap than tickle, maybe a little twisting sensitive bits, but not this!

     "I don't know what to do," Oyuki said in a vexed tone. "So I should proceed!" she added brightly, smiling maniacally as she continued to heat the dildo with her flame.

     "Please Oyuki, don't do this. I'm begging you. I won't tell. I won't say anything." She tried to turn her head to watch as Oyuki circled behind her.

     "Deceive our MASTER?!" Oyuki shouted in real fury, "That is unforgivable! To even suggest such a thing!"

     "It was a joke!" Mara screamed desperately, "I just wanted to know you were loyal to our beloved Master!" She's going to - she felt it shoved into her pussy as she screamed. The sound and smell of the burning meat mixed with Mara's screams as Oyuki plunged it in and out.

     Oyuki listened to Mara's horrific screams without apparently reacting, inside her thoughts and feelings were in turmoil. When Mr. Davis proposed this, she thought, I eagerly agreed to the plan. Mara needs to understand herself better, accept herself. Oyuki continued to plunge the popsicle in and out of Mara's pussy, occasionally turning the searing hot dildo in the container of meat, making it sizzle and enhancing the smell of scorched flesh, she tried to steel herself to Mara's cries.

     The girl's own fear is providing all the pain she is reacting to, Oyuki thought, The cold of the popsicle from ordinary ice is providing her with a minor temperature difference, and she is creating all the pain and anguish she could ever want, all in her own head. She fought down her instincts to ease the Pokègirl's suffering, But it is necessary, she thought, Best the people who won't hurt her do it.

     Oyuki removed the half-melted popsicle, before the sobbing, begging Storm Demon realized the deception. She checked Mara, made sure she had no psychosomatic burns or blisters. Oyuki applied some slight cold to the 'ease' Mara's pain, and disguise the reality.

     She wheeled all her equipment carts out. I will send Liv and Sylve in next, she thought as she approached the NurseJoy who waited outside. Oyuki checked that the door was closed, so the conversation was private.

     "That . . . " the NurseJoy said, nearly in tears herself, "That was - difficult."

     "It was necessary," Oyuki said, "And it is not over. The plan is proceeding well, so it will be over. How are Kiyone and our Master, have they . . . conveying their feeling to each other?"

     "Kiyone evolved," the NurseJoy said delightedly, then added in a confused tone, "She also underwent Feral shock, she's nearly a Pokèwoman, and she's never been with a male?"

     "I do not believe so," Oyuki said primly, "And truly excellent news. I am hopeful that this will allow the others to advance beyond as well."

     "Does that include you and your Tamer?" the NurseJoy asked mischievously, raising an eyebrow to Oyuki.

     "Of course, that he is able to catalyze an orgasm-only evolution is also very good news."

     "For you, or the others?" the Nurse Joy asked and laughed at the tongue-tied Megami.

     Colt carried the immense gun to the isolated outdoor range, where she occasionally sighted in the rifles the police so rarely used. She'd found the most numerous color of ammunition and had taken three of the 17 black-tipped AP shells for test firing. A couple of the OfficerJennies and a couple of the `police scouts` had accompanied her.

     The target was an old APC that had been `killed` by a large hole through the top and all they way through the bottom armor. Local lore said it was a Legendary that did it. She set up the bipod and lay down next to the weapon. "Cover and protect your ears," she ordered. I don't know what's going to happen, she thought.

     The others got down in the trenches, in case a bullet ricocheted on something exploded.

     She fired, her target 50 meters away. There was a spark at her aim point, but no further velocity sound, she waited to make sure it didn't bounce off whatever might be downrange of the huge, crumbling target. It still beggars the imagination that any man-portable weapon would affect that monster, or a Widow for that matter, but I saw those corpses, she thought as she got up and walked to the large hulk, There's the hole, right through the front armor. She stuck a finger in the hole, yelped as she yanked it out. That's hot! she thought as she sucked her burnt finger, Did it burn its way through, or is that just from friction? She pulled a scale from her pocket, it went into the hole, all the way in. The entire 250 mm., all three layers of spaced armor, she thought, I've got to go inside, she thought as she climbed up on the old wreck.

     Inside, she found the new hole in the front armor that had resisted everything that she and generations of kids had thrown at it. And no bullet, she thought, Where did it go? She found the bullet had penetrated the rear of the compartment. "So I have to go looking for it?" she said as she climbed out, "I don't think it went clear through."

     "It went through the front?" the OfficerJenny asked.

     "And through, and probably into the engine compartment," the Growlie armorer replied, "I don't feel like arguing with all the rust to get it open, so I'm going to assume it did some damage in there."

     "That explains how a regular human could bring down a Widow," the 'jenny said fearfully.

     "I intended to take it apart, very carefully, and figure out how to build more of these, it's got a few things I don't recognize. He also said it was useful as a long-ranged rifle. With this kind of power - " She gestured at the APC. "I wouldn't doubt it."

     "Any luck with the pistol?" one of the scouts, a young Tyamazon, asked eagerly.

     I can see why they assume she should have Thresholded into a Gunbunny, Colt thought. "There's a few pieces I don't fully understand. Considering both were built 50 year pre-Sukebe, I can't believe they'd be that complicated, but they are."

     "You'll get it," the OfficerJenny told her, Colt nodded.

     She considered whether getting the solution would solve what was the real problem.

     Mara was shrieking again, this time in pleasure. Sylve hadn't used the special tricks, yet. The way Liv is going over her, Sylve thought, Maybe I don't have to. Sylve was massaging the Storm Demon's breasts, enjoying the firm softness. I just wonder when she's going to catch on, Sylve mused, watching the Witch between the Storm Demon's legs. The restraints strained and groaned with the effort of holding the aroused Storm Demon.

     Sylve smiled, It's a good plan, she thought as she glanced at the covered tub, I don't know where he got the idea for that stuff, but it's an evil idea.

     Kiyone loved the feeling of her Tamer, her Master, asleep against her. Nice, she thought, wrapping her entire body around him, as if he might try to escape, Even in Kiyone's Master's sleep, a little active. Kiyone enjoyed the slight movement of his fingers on her nipples, his head against her shoulder. Next time Kiyone is going to use littler dose, she managed through the fading fog of Feral Shock. "Wolf Spider, Wooolf Spider," she cooed to and caressed him. Kiyone loves Master, she thought what she still couldn't put into words, But Kiyone is going to need a Healing cycle before Kiyone can walk. Jeff had healed Kiyone's strained muscles and the soreness, as well as absorbing her weariness and lethargy. Master saw Kiyone tired, so take tiredness himself, Kiyone not realize how strong Master is, too much stamina Kiyone give. But Kiyone love being Master's, Kiyone savors being . . . overcome, owned, mastered by Master. Mara right, Master seems so sad, so many bad things happen to Master in other place, she considered the images in her mind, delighted in the intimacy.

     Kiyone BONDED! she thought delightedly, But like Mara, or does Master feel Kiyone's mind too? Kiyone returned to cradling her Master. "Wolf Spider, Wolf Spider, Kiyone Wolf Spider," she said, as her vocabulary returned. Your Pokègirls love Master, Kiyone love Master, Pokègirls not understand before. Now give Master only love, and the truth, she thought, wishing they could stay cuddling like this in her pod forever, Kiyone alone with her Master.

     Question to Kiyone, what is Kiyone going to weave with all this silk? Master could use new shirts, Harem could use new clothes, maybe give Ritsuko sexy underwear . . . Kiyone defers to Ritsuko like Ritsuko Alpha, does Master think Ritsuko Alpha, or does just Kiyone? she put the thought aside, Mara make - made - Misato Mara's - Mara's project, Kiyone make Ritsuko Kiyone's. Get Ritsuko to unwind a bit. I can decline verbs again, but no pronouns yet, Kiyone hates Feral Shock, Kiyone glad Kiyone is alone with Master, not sound like a drooling idiot to others. Kiyone squirmed delightedly as he thoughts returned to silk, and weaving, and designing, and sewing. Harem and Master all wearing Kiyone's work! Kiyone's soft strong silk sliding over their bodies, protecting from cold and dirt. Kiyone thought, emitted a delighted squeal at the thought, tightened her grip on her Master and felt ecstatic when her Master tightened his embrace in response.

     Mara could only moan, she was almost completely spent. She listlessly watched Sylve remove her limp body from the restraints and lay her down next to Liv, who was equally exhausted. Once on the ground, Mara could barely raise her head.

     "You two are good," Mara sighed, "But you two are failures as torturers. Sorry. Who would have thought a Megami would have that kind of skill?"

     "We aren't done yet," Sylve said as she lifted Mara carefully.

     "What?" Mara asked, then rolled her head to look at the tub, "Electrified? That won't do much."

     "No, basically water," Sylve answered, sliding the Storm Demon into the cold water, "You're so exhausted, the hypothermia will get you."

     The shock of the cold got her wings up, and she braced them on the edges while her hands scrabbled for purchase on the steel. "How deep is this?" Mara asked in growing alarm as her talons failed to penetrate the metal and her wings began aching with the effort of holding her weight up, her claws screeching as they slid on the metal.

     "Over your head," Sylve said smilingly.

     "You're going to - ?" The bucket of icy water interrupted her question, she lost her grip with one wing, her other wing strained, a reminder of how tired she was. Her toes could get no purchase and she couldn't feel the bottom. "You can't do this!" Mara exclaimed.

     "This is what you wanted," Sylve replied crossly.

     "Fisting, nipple cripple, spanking! Not to kill me!" she shouted, her eyes wide as she struggled to pull herself up with her aching wings, to get her hands and arms into the battle for survival. Suddenly her strength gave out and she dropped fully into the water. She touched the bottom, which made the water level a short distance over her head, but more than enough to drown in. She tried to spring up, but with her depleted strength, only managed to let her reach the surface. None of her claws could get purchase on the smooth metal, she couldn't raise her wings or arms enough to get a grip on the edge of the pool. "You can't leave me here!" Mara exclaimed, looking at Liv and Sylve as they calmly dragged a lid over the tub.

     "You asked for this," Sylve said, as if she was reluctantly going along with this, rather than doing it of her own free will.

     "Just relax and float," Liv said as the water began circulating.

     Mara felt the heat leeching out of her body quicker. "Why? So I'll die slower?! What about the NurseJoy who was supposed to be watching? JOY! JOY!"

     "Happy, happy," Sylve replied, "She understands we're doing what you wanted." Sylve shook her head sadly.

     "I didn't ask to be murdered!" Mara shouted as she feebly pounded the walls. Not strong enough, she thought miserably.

     "Do you want us to seal you in, or should we stay and watch?" Sylve asked brightly.

     "If I say 'go', you'll stay, if I say 'stay' you'll go. Do whatever you want!" Mara yelled, then broke down and began crying as the cover slid over and enclosed her in darkness. She heard the cover bolts sliding into place. "Do whatever you want, do whatever you want," she sobbed, idly scratching at the walls. She floated there, sobbing. She furled her wings and pulled her legs and arms tightly against herself to minimize heat loss to the cold water.

Till I Came to My Senses Through Some Miracle of Fate

     Sylve was checking the tub's heater and monitoring systems as Oyuki and their Master walked in. "Heater's going full blast, it should have the pool at body temp in a couple minutes, then it will hold about a degree to a degree and a half above body temp."

     "Centigrade or Fahrenheit?" Jeff asked.

     "Celsius," Sylve said as Oyuki checked on Liv, "She thought it was freezing, amazing what a few degrees will do."

     "I appreciate the massage," Liv said tiredly, "But what really hurts are my fingers and my tongue."

     "How's Kiyone?" Sylve asked, saw Oyuki's warning gaze, and her Tamer's sour expression. Okay, I withdraw the question, Sylve thought.

     "In her Pokèball," Jeff said disgustedly, hung his head, "Going through a Healing Cycle, the NurseJoy insisted."

     "They are the experts, not you," Sylve said brightly, "Not yet anyway."

     "She tried to run away, after she evolved . . . she tried to run away," Jeff explained miserably.

     "Feral Shock is disorienting and embarrassing," Oyuki said reasonably. "You did not 'repeatedly rape her', then 'stick her in a box where she has to say how wonderful I am before she can get out,'" she told him as if speaking to a naughty kit, her irritation obvious.

     Sylve realized words weren't going to do it, not the calm and reasonable ones Oyuki was using. It's a hurt little boy you're talking to, Sylve thought as she approached, You've got to tell the little boy, in a way he'll understand. She carefully dragged her fingers down his face, causing him to jump back in alarm.

     "That's right," Sylve said, smiled, "Tarantellas and Wolf Spiders have claws. If she really wanted you to stop, she could have made it perfectly clear. She's also very strong and has poison at her disposal." She took his arms and twisted it uncomfortably. "IF she wanted you to stop, she would have fought back effectively." She waited until he nodded, until she saw that the little boy inside understood as well. "She's never been with a man, and Mihoshi always kept the other girls away. So her first time with a man, her Master, at 26 years old, she goes into Feral Shock. For years she's been Little Miss 'I am calm, cool and collected, not like my idiot partner', now suddenly can't say anything except her breed name, which she just evolved into, can't put a coherent sentence together." And probably dosed you with the rumored `special` venom Tarantellas have, Sylve didn't say aloud. "Of course she's embarrassed, wants to run away and get it all straight in her head, but you reminded her that she's yours, don't make a face, Pokègirls like being forced to submit, occasionally. You don't think Sukebe kept those Legendaries enthralled by charm and personality did you? All he had to do was force them to submit once, then they submitted eagerly after that. BECAUSE. THEY. WANTED. TO. Pokègirls want to know their Tamer is their Master. All you didn't care about, was how embarrassed and inarticulate she was. So you dragged her back inside and gave her another Taming, big deal."

     "Forty-seven," Jeff said sheepishly, staring at their shifting feet.

     Sylve blinked, glanced at Oyuki who nodded, looked at Liv who seemed a bit afraid of her Tamer now. Sylve tried to assemble a coherent sentence three times before she managed, "Forty-seven . . . did you set the pod on fire, or does it smell of burnt meat like this place?"

     "No," Jeff answered angrily, "I did some healing, muscle pulls and strains."

     "I don't doubt it," Sylve observed dryly, "Yours or hers? Never mind." It's a wonder he can even stand, Sylve thought, That must be good stuff. "How long do we leave Mara in there?" Sylve asked. Forty-seven . . . that's just frightening, Sylve thought, I may want some of that silk myself.

     "We watch a bit," Jeff said, "Then we move in."

     "She'll hate us for this," Liv said as she stood up slowly, flexing her fingers.

     "No, no she won't," Jeff said, frowning, "The ones who ease her pain and suffering will get only her gratitude. That's how humans work, Pokègirls shouldn't be any different."

     "Ah," Oyuki said, "You're reluctance to hurt us. You are an expert in . . . directing affliction and anguish. It is too easy, and you fear you do it because of that skill."

     Her Master kept staring at the tank.

     As if he could bore through with just his gaze, she thought, smiled inwardly, And people wonder why I like girls.

     "That is not your nature, merely a learned skill," Oyuki pronounced. Her Master didn't answer.

     Jeff's Harem
Oyuki - Megami
Kiyone - Tarantella
Sylve - ShieldMaiden
Misato - Seraph
Ritsuko - Matron
Mara - Storm Demon
Liv - Witch

Electrical sub-type of ELEMENTAL DEMON

STORM DEMON, the Electric Demon Pokegirl

Type: Near Human
Element: Magic/Flying/Electric (Infernal)
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Probably Unique)
Diet: as humans, also energy released during sex
Role: Heavy assault troops
Libido: Very Low (to High/Extreme when Bonded to a Tamer they like and trust)
Strong Vs: Electric, Magic (All-types), Flying
Weak Vs: Water, Electric-based sex attacks
Attacks: Dive, Evade, Punch, Kick, Bear Hug, Magic Fist, Magic Kick, Electric Blade Mk II, Absorb (electric attacks only, heals full damage), Static Barrier, Wingover
Enhancements: Enhanced strength (x15), Enhanced speed (x4), Enhanced reflexes (x2), Toughness (x2), Endurance, Psi Immunity (Telepathy/manipulation only)
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Eva (Process Classified) & Groaner (Process Classified)
Limitations: Incapable of Parthenogenesis (Even w/ Brooding Chamber), Pokèwomon may also be sterile, suffers from short-term Feral Shock after every Taming

     In a word, bad-tempered, even Gynodoses and Dark Ladies consider the 'Elemental Demons' horrendously hot-headed. Although people who consistently show them kindness, they may only be snippy towards.

     No example of any Elemental Demon has ever undergone parthenogenesis, even when run through a Brooding chamber. It is widely believed that the Pokèwoman form will also be unable to reproduce, although none had ever lived long enough to become a Pokèwoman.

     All types of Elemental Demons are attractive and powerful pokegirls, with good looks and magnificent bodies. They possess large, bat-like wings covered in soft fur; long, deeply colored finger and toe claws, long canine teeth as well as wild hair and eye colors. Their claws and teeth are long and sharp enough to be used in battle. Unfortunately, they often could careless about their appearance and hair, both often being dirty and disheveled, they also tend to smell bad. Their attitude is that they 'don't have to prove anything to anybody'. Their bad attitude and belligerence makes forcing them to be hygienic a constant battle. They have a condescending attitude towards Tamers they don't respect, and won't bother with them.

     In combat they will attack seemingly with wild abandon, yet they will stick with a battle plan as long as it appears to be working. They are not subtle combatants, beating down opponents with the minimum amount of fuss and time expended. They favor using weapons and ranged attacks over going tooth and claw with their foes, although they aren't fanatical about it. Unexpectedly, they are not cruel or sadistic towards fallen enemies, they are too busy looking for the next fight. When a plan falls apart, they attack either the weakest, or strongest point they can find, whichever they believe would do the most good, and they unerringly choose right. Why such intuitive strategists want no part of pre-battle planning is unknown.

     Manufacture of an Elemental Demon requires an Eva possessed by a Groaner to be bonded with [REDACTED FOR SECURITY] summoned by dark magic. An Elemental Stone completes the process and fuses the entities together. A Storm Demon is created by using a Thunderstone during the fusion process.

     They enjoy sex, as much as they enjoy anything. Although they feed on the energy released by Pokègirls and humans during orgasm, so their enjoyment may just be the cessation of hunger pangs. This being the case, they will avoid Taming sessions with a Tamer they don't respect. Their Feral state is extremely mild, considering how vicious their non-Feral state is, that isn't saying much. Or as one Tamer put it 'How can you tell?'

     In short, a failure, while powerful, they are difficult to reliably manufacture and are so foul-tempered and vicious they would be best dropped in their Pokèballs, in the middle of an enemy group, and left to destroy them all.

     There are reports of a Tamer in the Sunshine League actually bonding with one. While initial reports that she became helpful and tractable were not confirmed by League officers, who found her highly emotional and difficult for her Tamer to control. The accounts of loyalty and good hygiene were confirmed.

NURSEJOY, the Nursing Pokegirl

Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon, usually found at hospitals and pokegirl healing centers, has never been found in the wild
Diet: any human style diet, with the preference of vegetables
Role: nursing
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Healing, Dodge, Tackle
Enhancements: has an innate ability to heal injuries
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None

     NurseJoys, or Joys as they are usually called, are nursing pokegirls; they can do all healing techniques and will help someone in need by nature. Unfortunately, they don't make good fighters.

     Tamers know that is very handy to have a NurseJoy in their pack, since they can heal the other pokegirls when they get hurt. NurseJoys don't make good Alphas, since they don't feel comfortable with the role of group leader.

     For some unknown reason, all NurseJoys have pink hair. But they do use different haircuts and hairstyles.

WOLF SPIDER, the Amorous Spider Pokègirl

Type: Very Near Human
Element: Bug/Fighting
Frequency: Rare (Domestic in Golden, Tyroon and Amethyst Continents), Extremely Rare (Domestic elsewhere and Feral)
Diet: Human-style foods, insects, silk
Role: Domestic/Industrial and light combat
Libido: High, Very High with a favored master or after eating masses of silk
Strong Vs: Dark, Normal, Steel
Weak Vs: Fire, Flying
Attacks: Dance, Leer, Sing, Scratch, Sword Dance, Needle Shot, String Shot, Honey
Enhancements: Enhanced Agility (x4), Enhanced Strength (x2), Enhanced Endurance (x2), Variable Pleasure Threshold, Poison Generation, Can adjust Poison type, Retractable claws
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Tarantella (from orgasm)

     The major physical change during evolution is the loss of the poison stinger and gaining the ability to hurl fine body hairs containing their poisons, and to break off short segments of their head hair to poison and throw. The variable Pleasure Threshold allows them to set at Low (as a Titmouse) to 'get started', to Extremely High so they can last longer, synchronize their climax with their partner's (s') or win pokèsex battles.

     With the spinnerets in their head, they produce long, luxurious, and silky hair. For this reason, their hair is usually long and either loose or a single braid. The Wolf Spider also appears as a human girl or virtually human pokègirl like the Amazonchan or Ingenue. The Wolf Spider appears as a human girl with an athletic figure about 5.5 - 6 feet (166 - 184 cm) with a C to D cup size, both height and bust tending towards the upper end of this spectrum. Their dress is more flamboyant than a Tarantella's and shows off more of their bodies. As they produce silk for projects, their hair color changes. They have a default hair color, although it is more likely to be multiple colors or shades. They are even more skilled weavers than their unevolved sistren, and even more proud of their skill. They eagerly make her own, her Tamer's and their Harem-mates own clothes, equipment and home furnishings/decorations out of silk of their own intricate and delicate manufacture. They weave their products by hand at a very rapid rate. Because of their skill and pride, they are as competitiveness with other silk manufacturing methods as their Tarantella sisters. They enjoy eating such 'inferior products', from damaged silk clothing to the occasional spider web, and use the food to make a 'much superior product'. Tamers should be aware, if the silk available is more than two to three square yards/meters, the first thing the Wolf Spider will want to make is a cocoon to enclose herself, her Tamer and possibly a Harem mate or two for some . . . quality time together. The Wolf Spider will be much more persistent about getting this time together than a Tarantella. Wolf Spiders like tying up their partners almost as much as they enjoy being tied up in their own silk lines.

     A Wolf Spider can adjust the venom she uses initially only Sleep Venom, Poison Sting, and the Tarantism venom which acts as a modification of the Paralysis Venom, except the victim dances wildly and uncontrollably, unable to attack or defend until the poison wears off. Other venoms may be learned. The Wolf Spider loves to sing and dance, preferably with many others. (Definitely don't let them near the wallflowers at the dance!)

     In combat, she will use her Tarantism venom first, if possible. They do not use their silk for webs, although some use string shot with a preprepared line. Her finger and toe claws are still retractable and still not strong enough for the more advanced claw techniques. Like Feral Tarantellas, Feral Wolf Spiders will line their dens with silks and retain enough intelligence (and pride) to use their silk products as a lure. Domesticated Wolf Spiders are often used to manufacture silk items as home industry or in larger facilities, with smaller numbers of Wolf Spiders often working to keep their Tarantella sisters Tamed and happy. Wolf Spiders are both haughty and extremely anxious, approaching a full-blown Inferiority Complex, regarding their spider origins and people's attitudes in general. (Although they agree, the feelings towards Widows are totally justified). When encountering other spider-type pokègirl, who are 'letting down the side', their insecurity manifests itself as an intense effort to get the other spiders to live up to a higher standard: in combat, taming and especially making silk products. While this makes them a good choice for Alpha, Tamers need to monitor this, to keep it from becoming too grating for them and their harem. Also of concern to the Tamer is the aftermath of the Wolf Spider failing to meet her own or another spider-type's high standards. A supportive Tamer, particularly at such times, will earn the Wolf Spider's complete loyalty.

     There are rumors that the Wolf Spiders have a venom that combine the effect of Recovery+ and Stamina drinks and Love Sting (with full rather than half effect on a bonded Tamer). The rumors cannot be confirmed, neither the Wolf Spiders nor their Tamers are talking. Some references to a pre-Sukebe dance called 'the horizontal bop' have been made, but research remains inconclusive.