Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Of Wild Hearts and Pokégirls ❯ Training Day ( Chapter 5 )

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Of Wild Hearts and Pokégirls
By: Kid Loose (squall2k184@yahoo.com)

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I want to Change the World
Keep on holding on your desire
You will get that shining love
That you can't wait to know
If you go on to get your goal
It's Wonderland!

I felt so worried when I spout out the time
Thinking of the future it lies
'Cause I knew that there's nothin'
That I really want to know
And then I met you
So I could feel what you should know
I finally find a love
And now I'm really feeling her right
'Cause the matter is gone
This is the way to love you

I want to Change the World
Walk again, never miss the way
Don't be afraid I'm with you
And we could fly away
If you could stay with me forever
Change My Mind
Won't get lost if your passion's true
I'm gonna fly with you again
So you could spread your wings
And you will fly with me away
It's Wonderland!

Every single thing
The time and the flyin'
'Til the day, I won't let you go
You will see that your desire will
Be granted again
It's just the feeling
You understand the travel life
It won't be too bad to face
And then it probably you will see will not be to heart
If we could walk beside you

I want to Change the World
Walk again, fire against the wind
Don't be afraid to be true
'Cause now you have to bring
The power of your smile in your face
Change My Mind
Keep on holding on your desire
You will get that shining love
That you can't wait to know
If you go on to get your goal
It's Wonderland!

I want to Change the World
Walk again, never miss the way
Don't be afraid I'm with you
Now we can fly away
If you could stay with me forever
Change My Mind
Won't get lost if your passion's true
I'm gonna fly with you again
So you could spread your wings
And you will fly away with me away
It's Wonderland!

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**I Want to Change the World**
**Inu-Yasha first opening theme**




Chapter 05: Training Day

+Adults Only+



"So, why do we gotta see this Sessler spaz anyway?"
This day finds Keisuke and Angel leading the younger Strifes and their new acquaintances, Daku and the taming-shocked Dita, toward the research lab of one Professor Adam Sessler, notable for his work on coding the pokédex.
"Ototo, we're going to see Professor Sessler to see if he has any information that might aide our new friends," Keisuke explained to his petulant brother. "Admittedly, Normal-types like Cabbits aren't his specialty, though his friend and rival Professor Webb is quite knowledgeable on Normal-types, and since she often visits him frequently we might be lucky enough to meet her there."
"Professor help Dita? Help Mister Alien?" asked the redheaded Cabbit, looking even more like a curious child than ever. For now, at least, she was unable to speak normally due to her first taming the night before.
"Yes, honey, Professor help us," said the rabbit-eared boy to his Cabbit, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they walked. "Keisuke, how long is she gonna be like this?"
"Taming-shock typically only last for a day at the most," the eldest Strife assured the alien-tamer. "She should be back to normal by tomorrow."
"Dita hope so. Dita tired of talking like caveman," she said exasperatedly.
At this, Team Strife all gave a hardy laugh.
"You should've heard Aiko!" San chuckled. "When she went through taming-shock she kept saying 'MOOF!' over and over again. She still let's the occasional 'moof' slip out from time to time, especially when she's mad."
"That funny!" Dita laughed along with the blonde girl.
Meanwhile, Angel glared warily at her tamer. "Beloved, you say one word about wha' I was like in tamin'-shock an' ye'll be eatin' y' glasses."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," Keisuke replied, smirking at her.
As for Leon, the conversation had made him realize something. "Say, how come Lilith and Pyre didn't go through taming-shock?"
"That's one of the benefits of the pressure point technique I thought you," his brother replied, launching into another lesson. "The Creamy Finisher isn't as stressful as actual coatis, thus it doesn't induce taming-shock. Unfortunately, the draw back is that the Finisher becomes less effective every time it is used, only resetting whence traditional taming is implemented." He looked back at his brother then, watching the boy rub his scarred eye unconsciously, and nodded sternly at him. "The decreased effectiveness is incremental at the most, but it can add up quickly, so you should rely more on having your harem tame each other."
"Right!" Leon nodded, releasing his face. "After all, I wouldn't want my 'girls going feral."
Keisuke nodded back at him. "Also, expect taming-shock to occur normally when you finally do tame your team."
Leon clasped his hands together and rubbed them greedily. He could hardly wait for that day!


At long last Team Strife arrived at Professor Sessler's research lab, located at the very edge of town. Without hesitation Keisuke walked up to the front door and pressed the button for the intercom.
"Who is it?" came a gruff and gravelly voice in response.
"Keisuke Strife. I phoned ahead for an appointment with the Professor," he replied.
"Very well," the intercom voice replied as the door slid open.
Team Strife entered, and after crossing through a short hallway they came to a large, dark room, the only notable sights in the room being a large crystal sphere and a huge flat projection screen.
A moment later they spied a pair of silhouettes coming up upon them through the gloom. As they drew closer and stepped into the light they were revealed to be a balding thirty-something man with blue eyes accompanied by a lovely young woman with dark hair and matching eyes.
"They live in a pineapple under the sea… it's Adam Sessler AND Morgan Webb!" said the same gravelly voice from the intercom, seemingly coming from nowhere.
"We gotta fire that announcer," said the man presumed to be Professor Sessler, to which his female counterpart nodded.
Regardless, the two pokégirls researchers crossed over to greet Keisuke and the others.
"Nice to meet you, 'Kei the Blade'," said Professor Sessler, shaking hands with the dark haired young man.
"Likewise," Keisuke replied.
Suddenly, San ran forward and kicked the professor hard in the shin, screaming: "You didn't like FF7: Dirge of Cerberus, you dumbass!"
For a few moments, Team Strife all blinked bewilderedly at this odd introduction, watching Professor Adam hop around gripping his throbbing shin.
"Imotouchan!" scolded the elder Strife at long last, causing the girl to shrink back sheepishly.
"No, no, it's okay," Sessler assured, easing down his aching leg and standing as rightly as he could. "I'm used to it. Besides, Nobuo Uematsu did the same thing."
Despite his statement, Keisuke continued to glare at San, and at long last she sighed and rested her hands on her hips, smiling sweetly at the professor. "I'm sorry," she apologized, kissing him on the cheek by way of apology.
"Awe… ya' know, Uematsu did that too!" said Adam, grinning goofily at them.
"Quite," replied Keisuke, dryly. "Anyway, we're here to talk to you about our friend—"
He turned to point Daku out only to find that the flight suit-wearing alien had vanished. As they all looked about the room for him they quickly found him kissing the hand of the fair Professor Webb.
"Annata wo Daku is my name, my fair lady. Though you may simply call me 'Daku'." Ever the lothario, Daku was already working over the raven haired Morgan with all the charm he could muster.
"Dita really hate when Mister Alien do's that!" the Cabbit fumed immaturely, leaning forward and throwing her hands down before her.
"Down, boy!" Webb chided as she pulled her hand away from the alien roughly.
Keisuke sighed and face palmed, groaning audibly.
Fast forward to after the Strifes had filled in the two professors on Daku's predicament. The pair of Adam and Morgan listened intently, hanging on their every word.
Sessler shrugged. "I don't know how ta tell you this, but there's not much either of us can do to help things along," he said apologetically.
"Evolving a Cabbit is a lot of hard work," Webb added, shaking her head. "And unfortunately there aren't really any shortcuts."
"So there's nothing you can do…?" Daku groaned miserably.
"Well," Professor Morgan mused, tilting her head and laying a finger on her chin. "I guess you could always try to track down Whore-Oh. She can instantly form a delta-bond between two people, which would be a big step towards getting your Cabbit to evolve."
"Really??" Daku cheered, wide-eyed and expectant as his pointy ears stood bolt upright.
"Hmm… I wonder…" Professor Adam pondered, looking a bit concerned. "Sukebe designed pokégirls for humans, specifically himself, though they've taken to the rest of humanity nicely. My point is, will it even be possible for an alien like Daku to form a delta-bond at all?"
Hearing this, Daku's expression fell, his long, usually stiff ears actually drooping as he gazed at the two pokégirl researchers dejectedly. "Crap… I hadn't even thought about that…"
"Dita not be able to help Mister Alien get home?" the buxom Cabbit asked tentatively, drawing up close to her tamer and wrapping him in a comforting embrace.
"Oh, buck up, guy!" Adam said cheerily. "It was just a thought. Nothing confirmed, right?"
"We can try a brain scan to see if his neural pathways are compatible with bonding," Morgan offered, brightening the mood of all in the room.
Just then a very petulant looking Titmouse waltz into the area and glanced haughtily at the two professors. "Hey, bitches! Blair the Mini-Top got loose from the lab again!" she said condescendingly and in a rather high-pitched voice.
Adam glared sternly at the Titmouse. "Ratty! Did you let her out again??"
"Suck it!" was Ratty's pert reply as she leaned against the wall and folded her arms over her chest.
Suddenly bloodcurdling screams could be heard emanating from the rooms beyond.
"Sounds like Blair got to the interns!" Ratty laughed. "Daaaaaamn…!"
"AAAAHH!! Oh God, no! I'm just an intern, I DON'T HAVE HEALTH INSURANCE!!!" came yet more screams.
"Crap…" Adam cursed. "Morgan, you mind helping Daku while I handle this?"
His friendly rival shrugged and nodded, and thus Professor Sessler raced off to deal with the current crisis. Whence gone, Professor Webb took Daku by the hand and led him from the room, Dita following diligently behind him. Before leaving completely, however, the professor turned to the Strifes and told them that they could "Make themselves at home while they wait."
"So, what should we do in the meantime, Oniichan?" San inquired of her brother.
Keisuke cupped his chin between his thumb and forefinger, musing silently. "Let's head out to the free range fields. It's high time I started yours and Leon's training."
The youngest Strife shrugged. "Fine with me. Personally I'd be happy to get outta here and away from that bitchy Titmouse."
"Suck it!" Ratty cursed at the boy, watching them all as they left the room. "That's right! Run, bitches!"


A while later found the Strife children and Angel strolling atop a grassy hill. Once they had reached the summit Keisuke selected a spot and kneeled himself down, resting his hands in his lap. Angel kneeled down beside him whilst his siblings, feeling a little awkward, sat before him, San kneeling modestly while Leon plotted himself down crossed-leg style.
"Call out your pokégirls," the eldest Strife ordered easily. "They should hear this lesson as well."
Following suit both Leon and San chucked all of their pokéballs into the air, the 'balls popping open while airborne and materializing the six total pokégirls, who landed softly and agilely on the grass before their tamers. Simultaneously they all stretched the stiffness from their muscle.
"Oo, San! What's all this about?" Aiko piped up first.
"Sit down, all of you," said Keisuke. "I'm going to begin today's training lesson."
Obediently the six pokégirls all kneeled behind their respective tamers, Pyre and Lilith brushing the wrinkles from their new skirts while Bright did the same with her apron. Beamingly, Keisuke looked upon his charges and their pokégirls eagerly awaiting their lesson, and a great swell of pride filled him. "I imagine I should begin by seeing what any of you know about the martial arts," he began, smiling knowingly. "Who would like to begin?"
San raised her hand. "Leon, Aiko and I know a little about the martial arts," she explained. "Master Prower taught us taichi, though admittedly it's not all that useful for fighting." She shrugged. "He mainly taught it to us as a form of meditation."
"Okay," Keisuke nodded. "And the rest of you? Lilith and Pyre are feral-born, so I don't presume they would know all that much, but what of the rest of you?"
As he watched, most of the other pokégirls looked about awkwardly, seemingly avoiding his gaze. Perhaps they were unaccustomed to being addressed directly. All but Bright, that was. She glanced briefly to her harem-sisters and when it looked as though none of them would speak up she did in their place. "None of us have any martial arts training," she clarified. "Though despite that I like to think we're all competent fighters, and I myself am adept at cooking and other domestic skills. Oh, and Violet fancies herself an artist."
"Understood," Keisuke replied simply, making a mental note that Bright's outspoken nature made her a good candidate for Alpha material. "I think it's safe to assume that most of this will be new territory for all of you." He paused, and watched as they all nodded back to him. "Are there any questions before we begin?"
San raised her hand again, Leon gawking at her as she held her palm aloft. Keisuke pointed at her jauntily and she lowered her hand and asked: "What kind of fighting style will we be learning?"
"I'm glad you asked that," he praised, nodding approvingly. "The style I'll be teaching you had its ground work originally laid by father and Master Prower, though I myself pioneered most of the techniques and strategies involved." He closed his eyes and chuckled, feeling just a touch of hubris build in him as he recalled all the advances he'd made in the style their father and his friend had invented. "It is called the 'Genki no Tekken,' or 'Fist of the Spirit', and it is the style that will change the world…"
His eager students gaped at him with awe, though Leon was the first to shake off his pensiveness and quickly threw his hand in the air before Keisuke could carry on. "Oniichan, what is it about this style that will 'change the world'?"
"A very good question, Ototo," said the eldest Strife, nodding with knowing. "The aspect that makes the Genki no Tekken style unique is that—and I truly believe in this—that it will one day bring humans and pokégirls together as equals."
He watched their reactions, especially those of the pokégirls. They were surprised to say the least, and Keisuke decided that that tiny glimmer he saw in their eyes was hope.
"How can a fighting style do that?" Leon blurted out, not even bothering to raise his hand.
"Genki no Tekken is more than a fighting style, it's a way of life," Keisuke corrected. "And it will do this by taking away the one thing that drives our two peoples apart… fear!
"Humans are moral creatures, and in our hearts we known and understand that our subjugation of pokégirl kind is wrong," he assured them, a fierce timber in his voice as he knew in his soul his words were true. "Fear—fear of the pokégirls and their awesome powers—is the only thing that holds us back from doing what is right, and it is this 'fear' that the Genki no Tekken was developed to eliminate."
"How does it do this?" San spoke out, she, like her younger brother, too enthralled to stand on ceremony.
"It accomplishes this goal," Keisuke went on, a Socratic air about him. "By bridging the gap in power that exists between our two kinds, thus showing the humans that we have nothing to fear.
"Now, do not misunderstand me." The bespectacled tamer held up a hand to halt the questions he knew were coming. "Pokégirls are physically stronger than humans and nothing can change that. However, humanity's 'true strength' lies not in the physical, and the Genki no Tekken teaches us to utilize our other virtues to compensate for our lack of strength."
Then Keisuke stood, removing his glasses and pocketing them, as his vision without them wasn't all that terrible and they would only be a liability for what he had planned next. That done, he took off his coat and pack, removed his sword from its belt, and passed them all to Angel before walking a short distance away, and once done he turned back to his students and looked out on them, ever smiling.
"I could tell you how this works, but I think it would be simpler to show you," he told them. "Ototo, I want you to order Lilith and Pyre to attack me."
"WHAT??" Leon shouted, flabbergasted, his pokégirls' expressions mirroring his own. "Oniichan, are you nuts??"
Kei's smile faded, and he looked upon the scarred boy with a stern expression, feeling just a twinge of disappointment inside of him. "Ototo, believe in me…"
Angel looked at the boy then, and chided him with a wag of her finger. "Don'na worry, lad. I seen 'im do d'is be-fur, and 'e cun 'andle 'imself juust fine," she said while giving the boy a knowing wink.
Leon blushed briefly but turned back to his brother, staring blankly for a long minute, puzzlement clear on his face. Again he rubbed his scarred eye unconsciously, and at long last he shrugged. "Well, you heard him, 'girls," he ordered to Lilith and Pyre, waving them forward.
"Uh, you sure about this, boss?" Pyre asked, both she and Lilith clearly hesitant to proceed.
"No, but this is Kei's call." Admittedly, Leon wasn't sure about any of this, but he trusted his brother and that was all he needed.
Uncertainly, the two pokégirls stepped forward and stood before Keisuke, and as he took on a fighting stance he prepared both mentally and physically to face them.
"Come at me however you want. All I ask is that you don't hold back." He chanced a look toward Leon, who watched this all agitatedly. "Ototo, give them no further orders. Allow them to fight solely on their own merits."
Leon nodded mechanically, and Keisuke could tell that he was too worried to even think up orders let alone relay them. A quick glace at San told him that she was no better off, and she bit at her index nail nervously, a habit Keisuke had never known her to employ. A final gander at San's gaggle of pokégirls and the lot of them wore expression matching those of their mistress and her brother. Violet the Tatfir was even rubbing her star tattoos nervously, possibly for luck.
Keisuke returned his gaze to his two opponents and smiled fiercely. "Begin!" he declared.
The two pokégirls looked at each other awkwardly for a moment, still unsure of what to do. Pyre was the most hesitant, perhaps because she had already been soundly defeated by the dark haired tamer before, and thus Lilith was the first to go on the offensive. She raced at Keisuke with all her speed, and whence she had closed the gap she thrust her tiny fist at him. Keisuke dodged the punch nimbly, and then, with more than a little dramatic style, he tapped down hard on her fist with two fingers, knocking the Eva off balance and sending her tumbling head over feet onto her back, her skirt flaring up as she hit the grass.
Pyre, emboldened by her harem-sister's offensive, came up next and began swinging wildly at Keisuke. Knowing full well that with her enhanced endurance full blocking would ultimately be counter productive, he instead threw his hands on her wrists as she launched each punch, pushing hard enough to nudge the blows harmlessly away from striking him.
"Pyre, you're holding back," he reproached casually, looking displeased at her.
"No I'm not!" Pyre shot back, straining out the words as she continued hurling punches at him and he continued batting them away.
"Yes you are," he returned, his voice much steadier they hers. "You haven't even employed any of your fire attacks."
"Fine! You asked for it!" the Charamanda declared fiercely as she leapt backward and inhaled deeply, drawing up her fire to scorch the dark haired young man. Unbeknownst to either of them—or seemingly so—Lilith had recovered from the stun of being hurled to the ground and was preparing to pounce on Keisuke from behind at the very same time. She leapt, and just as she did, the dark haired tamer ducked as low to the ground as he could, bracing himself with one hand on the grass. As such, Lilith wound-up overestimating her jump and thus sailed clear over her target, landing in front of him and standing there, bewildered. Without realizing it Pyre launched her flames, and Keisuke saw his opportunity. He took it, standing and kicking the Eva before him hard in the back. The blow propelled Lilith right into her harem-sister's line of fire, and her tiny frame served to shield the eldest Strife from the pyrotechnics.
Whence Pyre realized what she'd done she immediately canceled her attack. "Oh m' gosh! Sorry, hun'!"
Lilith stood there, blinking dazedly, her clothes and fur charred. After a few seconds of swaggering she finally keeled over in a dead faint.
"Lilith!" Leon squeaked.
"Sorry about that, Ototo," the older brother apologized. "Later I'll reimburse you for the damages to her 'uniform'."
"Shouldda gotten Dragon Slave brand clothes," San rebuked in a very 'I-told-you-so' tone of voice. "That's what you get for buying the cheep stuff." Leon grumbled irritably.
Meanwhile Keisuke turned back to his remaining foe and found her preparing another Flamethrower attack. With a burst of remarkable speed he raced up to her and gripped her face tightly, holding her jaw shut and preventing her from belching more flames.
"I don't think so," he told her with a slight taunt to his tone.
Before she could rally a counterattack he slammed her hard in the gut with his free hand. Then, dragging her down by her jaw for leverage he pushed hard on her stomach and lifted her up and over, slamming her down on her back, hard. Once she was down he kneeled over her and prepared to deliver a coup de grace via a classic monkey-fist strike to the face, but she threw up her arms and cried out, halting him.
"I give!" she shouted hoarsely. "You win! Y' kicked m' ass again!"
Keisuke chuckled lightheartedly at her a moment, then helped her to her feet. Dejectedly she trudged back to her tamer and kneeled beside him. Leon placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and reassured her that he was proud of her all the same.
"Don'na feel too bad y' lost, lassie," said Angel to Pyre as the Umbrea drew a potion vile from her tamer's pack. "After all, me Keisuke is da definition o' da term, 'bad-arse'!" She chortled a bit before tossing the potion to him.
Keisuke caught it skillfully as he crossed over to Lilith, kneeling before her and cradling her in his arms. Flicking the cap off the vile with his thumb he pressed the bottle to her lips and tilted it up just a little. The liquid flowed into her mouth slowly, and with every drop the burns on her skin and fur vanished, though her clothes remained charred and ruined. At long last she had downed the whole thing and her eyes fluttered open, and she looked on Keisuke with awe and esteem. Now recovered, he shooed her back to her tamer, and like Pyre Lilith kneeled beside him, though unlike her harem-sister the little Eva felt no shame in losing to the dark haired young man.
Keisuke returned to Angel's side and stood before his gathered students, who all gaped at him with reverence and wonder. Merrily he raised one finger and asked them: "Can anyone tell me why Lilith and Pyre lost."
In what was quickly becoming a theme of the day, San was the first and only one to raise her hand. "Was it because they lacked teamwork?" she asked tentatively.
"That is part of it, yes," he acknowledged with a nod. "But the true root of their downfall was that they are both feral-born, and I understand how feral-borns think." He tapped the side of his head to emphasize his point. "Feral-borns rely more on brute strength than any sense of strategy, as such it was simple for me to outwit them. Had they more of a mind for tactics they would've realized that attacking together would've been the best course of action. Instead they attack independently, and thus it was easy for me to turn their power against them."
"So, is that what the Genki no Tekken style is about?" San asked inquisitively. "Teaching you to fight pokégirls by outsmarting them?"
"Again, you're only scratching the surface," Keisuke replied. "The 'Spirit Fist' style is much deeper than that. For example, how would you presume to fight a domestic pokégirl hand to hand?" His inquiry was returned with blank stares, and he sighed and continued. "The answer is, 'not easily'." He said this quite solemnly. "Because domestic breeds possess a mind that is closer in thought processes to ours, as well as strength that—while not as prodigious as their feral cousins—still greater than that of any human, the key to battling them lies in tedious memorization of their individual strengths and weaknesses. This applies to both standard battling and hand to hand fighting.
"The example of the Alaka-Wham and Supe-Bra-Genius come to mind." Keisuke didn't stop for a moment, launching into the next part of his lesson with gusto. "Now, your first thoughts might be that, even feral-born, these two breeds are far too intelligent to be outwitted, but in actuality their greatest strength is also their greatest weakness." He folded his arms over his chest and smiled superiorly. "Simply present them with a logical paradox such as, 'what is sound of one hand clapping,' or, 'if a tree falls with no one around does it make a sound.' Almost without fail the pokégirl will drop whatever she's doing to meditate on the question, leaving her wide open to a well-placed haymaker. In essence, they're too smart for their own good."
"Interesting philosophy. I can see why they call you 'Kei the Blade'." It was Professor Sessler, coming up the hill to meet them. Apparently he had overheard Keisuke's lesson and found it interesting. "By the way, Morgan's almost done with your alien friend. And since I finally managed to calm down that Mini-Top I thought I'd just check on you all."
"Would you like to join us, Professor?" San asked kindly.
"You're not gonna kick me in the shin again, are you?" Adam asked, eyeing the girl warily.
"Of course not!" the girl replied rightly.
"Yeah, so grab yourself a piece of turf and have a seat," Leon suggested, patting the earth beside him.
"Thanks, but I'll stand," said the Professor, taking up position at the back of the group.
"Very good," said Keisuke, acknowledging the new arrival with a nod. "Moving on, my next question for you all is, do any of you know how to manipulate chakra?"
"Ah, chakra," observed the newly arrived Professor Adam. "Also known as chi or ki, the metaphysical energy of life possessed by all living things, be they plant, animal, human or pokégirl." This observation earned him some blank stares, as Adam was clearly not a martial artist and as such they were all perplex as to how he was so knowledgeable about chakra. In response, the professor shrugged and added: "I work with Dark and Fighting type pokégirls, so I have a basic understanding of this stuff."
"Very good, Professor, " Keisuke acknowledged. "Now, can any of you feel and control your chakra?" Yet again San was the only one to raise her hand, and before Keisuke could call on her he noticed Leon apparently mouthing the words 'Teacher's Pet' to her.
"We can do it," San answered, ignoring her brother's taunt. "Master Prower taught us. Mostly healing techniques, though I learned a few techniques for imbuing chakra into sutra talismans when I started priestess training." She grinned wide and cheekily at her eldest brother "I'm way better at channeling chakra than Leon, by the way!"
The scarred boy sneered at her with annoyance. "Yeah, well, at least I'm way better at it than Aiko was!" he shot back huffily.
"There's a reason for that," the eldest Strife explained. "That being that complete chakra control is impossible for pokégirls, hence why properly controlling your chakra is one of the key components of the Spirit Fist style.
"Now, pokégirls have chakra just like all living things." Again, Keisuke raised his hand to halt any coming questions. "And they can utilize it in certain attacks such as the Comet Punch, however the chakra imbued into the attack is an automatic response. The pokégirl has no control over the chakra itself, just the attack." He placed a hand lightly on his chest. "Now, if I were to throw a chakra imbued punch I could dictate exactly how much or how little of my chakra to throw behind it."
Another raised hand, this time from the professor. "I've been doing research into pokégirls chakra control, and their lack of it seems to be the result of malformed chakra coils, though I don't understand why this is. Do you have any ideas?"
Keisuke closed his eyes briefly, mulling over what Professor Adam had said and pulling together all the data he had on the subject. "That same question has puzzled me and many other martial artist since the end of the Revenge War, but I'm afraid I don't have a proven answer for," he replied earnestly, his eyes snapping open. "There are theories, however. The one I believe in most is this:
"Sukebe was a brilliant—albeit insane—scientist, and a skillful—albeit psychotic—mage, however one thing he was not was a martial artist. As such, he had only a rudimentary understanding of the mechanics of chakra, and didn't comprehend that in all things there must be balance."
The group listened intently as Keisuke spoke, having an almost sage like quality about him. "The mages of the Shambala League call this balance 'equivalent exchange,' the principle that nothing can be gained without a sacrifice of equal value. Unknowingly Sukebe made this exchange, granting the pokégirls strength and powers beyond human imagining but at the cost of their chakra coils. And do to their malformed chakra coils pokégirl chakra is, in essence, like a large boulder, strong but unmoving. Conversely, human chakra is like water, ever flowing, ever changing…" He smiled contently. "And given time, water can reshape mountains or cut deep valleys into solid rock.
"There are other advantages to chakra control as well." As he spoke Keisuke glanced about, and before long he spied a conveniently placed tree not too far away. "Those being things such as this."
He approached the tree and stood before it. There, he clasped his hands together, the thumb, index and middle fingers extended on each hand as he concentrated on drawing his chakra toward his feet. He could feel it flowing, like a line of ants marching in his blood vessels moving down his body, though at the same time it felt natural, as natural as his pulse. A small shockwave rippled the grass at his feet, signaling that the chakra had arrived.
That done, he raised one foot and placed it firmly on the tree. Not so odd, really. The shocker came when he lifted the other leg off the ground and, not falling or even wavering, also placed it on the tree's trunk. He stood horizontally, gripping the body of tree with the power of his chakra, and paused for a moment to enjoy the flabbergasted gawks of Professor Adam and the rest of Team Strife prior to continuing up the face of the tree. Before long he approached a sturdy branch near the tree's canopy. As he walked out onto the underside of it he turned completely upside-down, his long hair falling down, or rather up (from his perspective), toward the grass.
Thunderstruck, stuttering noises were about all Adam, Leon, San and the pokégirls were capable of mustering. Angel on the other hand, having seen Keisuke do this before enough times to become accustomed to it, giggled like a schoolgirl at the stunned expression of the professor and Kei's eager students. "Love, quit showin' oof. I t'ink d'ey git de idea," she said while holding in another chortle.
"Very well," the tamer conceded, releasing his chakra hold and falling gracefully to the grass. "For my next demonstration I'll need another assistant, a domestic this time. Imotouchan, can you order one of your pokégirls to attack me?"
San swallowed hard. "Umm, okay." She knew better than to object, as her Oniichan had proven quite plainly with Leon's pokégirls that his Spirit Fist was more than capable of protecting him. "Uh, Aiko, how 'bout you give it a try?"
"Uh-uh!" Aiko shook her head, hiding meekly behind San.
Bright sighed. "I'll do it," she declared, standing and removing her apron.
She crossed over before the dark haired tamer and took up a fighting stance, legs apart, left arm extended, right arm drawn back. "I'm on my own for this, right? No help from San?"
"That's correct," he affirmed, clasping his hands together and building his chakra. "Don't hold back."
"I won't!" And with that Bright race toward Keisuke.
"(A Quick Attack)." Even as Keisuke thought this he was gesturing and making various signs with his hands. Bright was almost upon him when he finished the last sign and shouted: "Clone Jutsu!"
The Flarea stopped dead in her tracks, surprise written all over her face as she found to her amazement that there were now five Keisukes! She recovered when the multiple Keisukes made motions to attack, inhaling deeply and delivering a sweeping Flamethrower. She moved it across from right to left, finding the false Keis would vanish in puffs of smoke as soon as they were attack. She only got four of them, however, before the real Keisuke sent her sailing off her feet with a devastating chakra reinforced uppercut.
For Keisuke, everything seemed to slow down as he watched the Flarea hover horizontally from the force of the blow. Without hesitating he leapt over her and sent her careening to the ground with a chakra backed open-palm slam to the gut, and she grunted painfully as she hit. Sprawled out on the grass, Bright groaned loudly. Her jaw throbbed from the uppercut and her stomach ached. Keisuke landed in a kneeling position, straddling the Flarea beneath him and holding her down by the shoulder as he drew back his free hand to deliver a haymaker, but she halted him with her paws raised in front of her face.
"I give!" she relented, calming down as the tamer lowered his hand. "That Spirit Fist of yours is incredible."
"Yes," Keisuke nodded, releasing her and helping her to her feet. "I knew that presented with the Clone Jutsu you would sweep them with your Flamethrower, so I positioned myself on the end of the line of clones to buy myself enough time to get close enough to strike you."
"How did you know where to stand to avoid the flames?" Bright asked while dusting herself off.
"Admittedly, that was a guess," he confessed, grinning irreverently at the Flarea. "However, it was an 'educated' guess. I realized you were right-handed from your stance, and thus deduced that you would more than likely sweep from right to left with your flames, so I stood to the far left, letting you waste your fire on the clones while the real me came up hard and attacked."
"Is that what the Spirit Fist is?" San asked expectantly. "Deductive reasoning mixed with fighting strategies and chakra techniques?" "In a way, Imotouchan," the eldest Strife acknowledged, nodding approvingly at her. "More than anything the Spirit Fist is about knowing your foe and using your head to make up for your limitations."
Leon arched an eyebrow high. "I'm still wondering about that 'clone' thing Oniichan did," he said. "What the heck was that?"
"That was a 'genjutsu'," Keisuke clarified. "One of three categories of chakra based techniques that only humans can fully master, the other two categories being 'ninjutsu' and 'taijutsu'. Also, the Clone Jutsu is but one of many genjutsus.
"I know a plethora of these techniques, things I learned in my travels, and have adapted them to work with the philosophies of the Spirit Fist style." He went back to his former position before the group while Bright returned to kneeling behind San. "I will be teaching you these things as we travel together."
Professor Adam raised his hand, reminding them all that he was standing behind them. "This Spirit Fist style seems very impressive. Do you have strategies for all breeds of pokégirls?"
Keisuke shook his head. "Not all, no. For one, I've never been able to come up with a strategy for a fight with a Legendary that wouldn't end with my untimely death." He chuckled almost grimly at this thought. "But aside from obvious omissions like that there are also a few more common breeds I'm still developing strategies for."
He paused then, furrowing his brow as he mused over something. "Professor, you said you specialized in Dark and Fighting types. Might you have a Amachamp with you?"
"Why indeed I do," the professor confessed, retrieving the very pokéball from his pocket.
"Excellent." Keisuke nodded approvingly. "Call her out. I need to work on strategies for them."
"Wait! You're gonna fight her?" Adam gawked, his eyebrows arched in disbelief.
"I know I said this before but, Oniichan, are you nuts??" Leon added thickly.
San's eyes went wide and watery. "Oniichan, don't do this…!"
"I gots to agree wit' the lad 'n lassie d'ere," Angel voiced, looking on her tamer with tender concern. "Y'er a bad-arse, but e'en you can'na fight an Amachamp!"
Keisuke turned away from them, looking to the sky. He felt a lump of anxiety in the pit of his stomach, for part of him knew they were right to worry. "Perhaps you're right and this is impossible," he told them solemnly, not daring to look at them. "But I'll never know for certain unless I try. And I believe that the world needs me to complete the Genki no Tekken style, and thus I cannot quit without at least trying first."
"Are you sure about this?" Professor Adam asked gravely, holding up his pokéball. "You know, Delilah's no pushover, even for other pokégirls." The dark haired tamer nodded intensely, so Adam pitched out his pokéball and released the Amachamp Delilah.
She was a lean but strong pokégirl, and very tall at almost seven feet. She had gray skin, two sets of large breasts and four slender yet powerful arms. She was dressed simply in a bikini with two tops for her two busts, and her black hair was trimmed very short.
"Uh, Delilah?" Professor Adam spoke up hesitantly. "This might sound crazy but you're gonna be fighting that long haired guy over there."
Delilah acknowledged her master briefly before turning to her opponent, arching an eyebrow at the sight of him. "You're right, it is crazy."
Keisuke narrowed his eyes cautiously at his opponent. "Remember Professor, no orders," he reminded the researcher. "She must fight by her own merits if she is to truly be considered my equal."
"Oniichan…" San spoke with trepidation. "Don't do this, please…!"
Beside her Leon rubbed his scarred eye nervously, and even Angel wore a look that pleaded to the young man not to proceed. Keisuke closed his eyes a moment, unable to look at them lest he be swayed. "I'm sorry, Imotouchan… all of you… but I must do this!"
That said he turned to his opponent. "You may be tempted to restrain yourself as so not to harm me. Don't… if you do, this exercise is meaningless."
Delilah nodded understandingly before preparing for battle, standing with her legs apart and her four arms at the ready.
As Keisuke took his fighting stance as he considered the Amachamp carefully, sweat nervously moistening his brow. "(Amachokes are arrogant, an obvious flaw that is easily exploited. But Amachamps have no such fault)," he thought grimly. "(They're almost the perfect fighting machines, immensely powerful and highly resilient. My one advantage is that I'm likely much faster than she is, but I should still be weary of being caught by those four powerful arms)." He grew wide-eyed as realization dawned on him. "(However, she's likely expecting me to avoid her arms, which means a frontal assault would catch her completely off guard)." His decision made, he charged.
He had been right. The sight of a crazy human running right for her with incredible speed did have her taken aback, and he took full advantage of her moment's hesitation. Once a few feet in front of her he leapt, tucking in his limbs as he flipped with forward momentum toward his target. Whence directly in front of her he threw out his arms and legs spread-eagle style and pressed them into each of her four wrists. Her powerful appendages held at bay for now, he attacked with a potent chakra-reinforced head-butt. The blow stunned her momentarily and Keisuke took the opening to kick-flip off her chest and away from her, for it seemed the blow had done more damage to him than her.
"(Okay, bad idea)," he chided himself inwardly as he rubbed his throbbing forehead. He felt something warm and wet there and drew his hand away to find his fingers covered in blood. "(Very bad idea)."
He peeked over at the peanut gallery and found his Umbrea gripping her head painfully, massaging her temples as a noticeable red mark appeared in the center of her forehead, and it was obvious that she was feeling his pain through their bond. "(Forgive me, beloved)," he whispered in his head before returning his attention to the battle.
"(Perhaps a more subtle approach is in order)," he mused, feeling his warm crimson fluid trickle down his face. "(I'll wear her down with shots to the body)."
Delilah went on the offensive this time, and Keisuke, so deep in his musings, almost found himself the unwitting recipient of a proverbial 'knuckle sandwich'. Dodging her strikes nimbly he delivered one or two chakra-charged blows to her abdomen every time he found an opening. Her movements were sluggish at best, and every thrust of her powerful arms that he evaded allotted him a small window of opportunity to retaliate. Before long though, it became evident that even chakra strikes were having little effect on her. "(It's like fighting a mountain!)" he observed.
Carelessly taking the time for poetic musing proved to be a mistake, and it left him open for a devastating Dynamic Punch to the chest. The blow sent him reeling backward, and he backpedaled stumblingly as he gripped his chest with both hands, feeling biting pain rip at him. "A mountain that can punch back!" he gasped, straining against the shooting pain in his chest.
"Aaaahh!" Over on the sidelines, Angel cried out in pain as she too gripped her chest tightly. Her bright yellow eyes dimmed as her breath came laboriously. "Kei! That's enough!" San shouted, standing up.
"Yeah!" Leon added, standing as well. "It's not just your ass on the line, here! What about Angel?"
Still gripping his chest, Keisuke heard them and lowered his head with disgrace. He had been so self-righteous he hadn't even stopped to think of the possible consequences to Angel. Every blow he took hurt her just as badly as it did him. What if he were to be killed? The psychic backlash could drive her mad, if not outright kill her as well.
Then he was overcome with a fit of coughing, and he covered his mouth with one hand. He heard something splash against his hand, felt it, warm and moist, and fretfully he drew his hand back to find it covered in blood. Then he knew that this battle was hopeless, and he thought—more for Angel's sake than his own—that he should give up.
"Keisuke… Beloved…" The Umbrea strained to get the words out. "I don'na wan' y' ta git 'urt… buut I know why ye 'ave ta do d'is…" Her every word tore at him, for he could feel the love behind her pain. "Da Spirit Fist… it could mean a better life… fur me, an' our children… D'at's why y' gots ta perfect it…"
Keisuke stood there, his whole body aching and quivering as he looked upon his pokégirl, registering her words and the tenderness behind them.
"Love! Don'na e'er give uup on y'er dreams!" the Umbrea shouted fiercely, her words having touched Professor Adam and the rest of Team Strife as well, as any trepidation that had been there before was now completely gone from their eyes.
"Angels right!" San was the first to pipe up. "Oniichan, you can do anything!"
Leon said not a word but raced over to his brother, whipping off his green bandana. Standing before the older brother he so admired Leon lifted the man's hand and silently placed the bandana it. "For luck," he said simply. "Now go giver her hell, Oniichan!"
"The boss believes in you and so do we!" Pyre cried as Leon returned to the sidelines, Lilith hopping up and down excitedly beside them.
"You can do it, Kei the Blade!" cheered both Kané and Violet in chorus.
"We believe in you!" Aiko added loudly.
Bright smiled warmly at him. "If there would ever be a time that I or my 'sisters would be unable to protect San, I always thought that you would be able to do it in our stead," the Flarea told him sincerely. "Prove me right. Win this fight!"
Adam said nothing, as it was his pokégirl Keisuke was fighting and he couldn't very well root for the enemy. Still, his eyes said it all; if nothing else, he wanted Kei to be all right.
That left Angel, who chuckled grimly at her tamer. "Beloved, kick 'er arse fur me, would ye?"
Keisuke looked on his friends and family with reverence, taking the scarred boy's bandana and tying it tightly over his brow. The ornamentation in place he returned his steely gaze to Delilah the Amachamp, and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
Conversely, Delilah looked at him with concern. "Are you sure you can go on?" she asked.
Keisuke dawned a fighting stance; his extended arm held palm up as he flicked his fingers in a 'come get some' gesture. "It's just a couple of cracked ribs and maybe some internal bleeding, nothing to worry about," he said with just a touch of sarcasm.
Joking aside, he could still feel the throbbing in his chest and he could sense himself becoming lightheaded. He knew he couldn't take another hit like that. "(No one is invincible. I have to find her weakness)." His victory depended on him making the exact right moves from here out. "(Those four powerful arms are my biggest concern. If she catches me in them she could easily pummel me into submission)." Then it hit him. "(Perhaps an Amachamp's greatest strength is also her greatest weakness, like my example of the Alaka-Wham and the Supe-Bra-Genius)." He grinned fiercely as a plan came together in his head. "(All I have to do it catch her off guard)."
Delilah was actually a little surprised when she saw him charge her head-on again, but she tempered it casually as she was not going to fall for this ploy twice. Keisuke, newly tied bandana whipping in the wind, made various signs with his hands as he approached, apparently attempting another jutsu, but all those plans seemingly went for not when Delilah snagged him with her two lower limbs, bringing her upper limbs down in a powerful over handed axe-handle slam—
*PUFF* Before she struck, Keisuke vanished in a plume of smoke, replaced by a stubby log. Delilah blinked blankly at the hunk of lumber she held clenched in her lower hands, her confused thoughts the same as the sideline viewers.
"That, dear Delilah, was a ninjutsu called a Substitution Jutsu," said Keisuke, standing directly behind the Amachamp. Before she could whirl around, he struck her with lightning fast jabs of just two fingers on each hand all over assorted points on her back. When he finished and she spun around he found her face twisted in anguish and her mighty arms dropped low as she desperately held in screams of agony.
"What—did—you—do??" she grunted out, clenching her teeth against biting pain.
"I triggered pressure points that tensed the already stressed muscle in your back, snapping the ligaments," he said while throwing his hands on his hips and grinning at her. "Your powerful arms have now become little more than deadweight."
Angrily, she lifted her leg in an attempt to kick him, but Amachamps are more accustomed to punching than kicking, and as such Keisuke evaded it with less effort than it would take one to pick their nose. Once out of range of her 'sloth kicks' he clasped his hands together and began signing for another jutsu. "You were a worthy opponent," he confessed, his face stern as he finished the last signs. "You have taught me the key to defeating Amachamps, and I swear that I will only use this knowledge for the betterment of both our kinds. Now, I will honor you by defeating you with my own original taijutsu."
That said, he flashed the last sign and clasped his hands together again in the staring position, and boldly he declared: "Spirit Fist style! Five Natures Affinity Jutsu—KAZE!"
Keisuke could feel his chakra flowing off his body in waves, rippling his clothes, his hair and the green bandana on his brow as though he were being buffeted by gusts of wind. "With this jutsu, though my physical strength remains unchanged my chakra takes on Flying Elemental properties," he explained, his intensity enhanced by his hair and clothes flapping as though he were standing in the middle of a violent wind storm. "Thus, every chakra imbued blow I strike you with will feel as though it were coming from a flying-type pokégirl!"
Leon cocked a curious eyebrow. "I don't get it. If he had this awesome move why'd he wait 'til now to whip it out?"
Angel chuckled heartily at the boy. "'Cause it takes too long ta charrge uup, d'at's why 'e still 'asn't attacked. 'E 'ad ta make surre 'e 'ad enough time ta build 'is chakrra."
As if on cue, Keisuke felt his chakra reach its zenith, and he sprang into action. With her arms disabled Delilah could only muster a feeble defense as the lithe martial artist leapt and smashed her across the face with continuous wind-chakra enhanced left and right hooks, slamming her several times before gravity pulled him back to the ground. Once he hit the grass he moved on to working the body with numerous blows, and Delilah could do little but endure it.
Refusing to go down without a fight, Delilah twisted her body, using the momentum to swing her limp arms at Keisuke. However, the dark haired young man wound-up using her contorted body as a ramp, racing up her chest and delivering a wind-chakra imbued blade-kick right to her face. As he floated upside-down, the backward momentum slowly rotating him upright as gravity worked him back down, Delilah keeled over backwards, crashing loudly as her slender frame belied her incredible mass. Keisuke landed over her but found no need for a knockout punch, as she was already quite completely cataleptic.
Silence then. Awestruck silence that seem to stretch on for hours, but at last was broken by a soft and solitary round of clapping. Keisuke, his senses dulled from his injuries and exertion, looked up to find that it was none other than Professor Adam doing the applauding. The others noted this too and soon joined him, hesitantly at first, but soon they all gave in to uproarious cheering, and Keisuke, grinning widely and looking quite dashing in his little brother's bandana, gave them all a victorious thumbs up…
…Shortly before he coughed up another glob of blood and collapsed!


When next Keisuke opened his eyes he found himself staring up at a white infirmary ceiling. His head still ached a bit as he blinked the dullness of sleep from his mind and looked around, finding himself surrounded by caring and concerned faces.
"You're awake," said a kind faced Megami who must've had some Elf ancestry in her, as one would note from her pointed ears.
"Oniichan." San stood over her elder brother, biting her lip fretfully. "You had us so worried!"
"You really are lucky, Mister Kei the Blade," observed Professor Morgan, who stood a little ways off with her compatriot. "Good thing I always bring my Megami with me whenever I go out."
"She healed you!" Leon cheered, the boy once again wearing his bandana. Placing a hand on his brow Keisuke confirmed that it was gone.
Leon went on. "Even so, you were so banged up and had wasted so much chakra it still took you a while to recover."
"How long was I out?" inquired the eldest Strife, worried they'd lost a lot of time because of him.
"Just a day!" Daku assured. "By the way, Morgan says my brain is perfectly compatible with Dita's, and that we should form an beta-bond soon."
"Dita—I mean—I'm so happy!" said the Cabbit, apparently not quite having shaken off her taming-shock.
Keisuke was certainly happy for them, but his smile faded when he realized someone was missing. "Where's Angel?"
"Right 'ere, Beloved." Keisuke looked to his right and found the Umbrea sitting up in an identical bed beside him. Though he couldn't see her clearly as he lacked his glasses, only a completely blind man couldn't recognize a naked Umbrea at this distance, and despite his blurred vision he could tell she was smiling.
"She passed out the same time you did," explained the ever-chipper Aiko. "Though she woke up a few hours before you."
"I was very worried about y', Love," Angel confessed.
"Fortunately for you both," Daku said haughtily. "This most lovely Megami took excellent care of you." He took her hand and kissed it jauntily, which made Dita pout cutely, though he didn't notice. "May I ask your name, madam?"
The Megami pulled her hand away from the alien and laughed nervously. "It's Zelda," she answered.
"ZEEELDDAAAAAAAAA!!" came a forlorn cry as a strange, middle-aged and *very* inebriated looking male tamer wearing green tights and a matching pointy hat raced into the room and bowed at the Megami's feet. "Zelda baby, ya' gotta take me back!"
The two professors shook their heads reproachfully at him. "Drunk Link, you know that's never gonna work," said Adam.
"Link!" the Megami, Zelda, scolded. "I won't come back to you until you clean up your drinking!"
"But ZEEELDDAAAAAAAAA!!" the drunkard tamer pleaded.
Just then an equally inebriated looking Mini-Top stepped into the room. "Forget that Celestial Skank! You're with Blair, now!" she declared as she grabbed her green tights-wearing tamer roughly around the neck and dragged him off, presumably for a taming.
"…Well… that was pointless!" Leon observed, sweat dropping.
"Quite," Keisuke added, shrinking back a moment later as he noted the glares of his siblings and their pokégirls. "Why is every one staring at me?"
When he spoke up they all caught themselves and shook the awestruck from their heads. "Sorry, Oniichan," San spoke out. "We all just missed your dry wit while you were out."
Keisuke chuckled lightly, tender feelings warming within him. "I never realized I'd be so missed."
"By noone more than me, Beloved." Angel smiled brightly at her tamer.
He returned her smiled in kind, though even as he did the memories of his fight with the Amachamp started coming back to him. "Oh! How is Delilah?"
"She's fine," Adam answered casually. "She needed a healing cycle and she's a little depressed that she lost but she'll live."
"By the way, Oniichan," said San, launching the conversation to other matters. "Leon and I made good use of our downtime while you were out. We practiced our chakra control while the pokégirls sparred against each other to build their strength and skill."
"We're even starting to get the hang of that 'walking on walls' thing!" Leon cheered like an excited child. "But I can't wait to learn all that cool jutsu stuff from you! I'm gonna be a Spirit Fist master!"
Keisuke smiled proudly at his eager young charges, though before he could say anything more Zelda the Megami spoke up first. "Okay! That's enough of all that," she said. "My patients need their rest, so I'll have to ask you all to leave now."
So slowly the gathered group (Zelda too) all started for the door, Professor Adam asking on the way out: "Who wants to play Super Smash Bros.?"
"Oo! I call Samus!" San declared as she exited.
"I call Link… the cool one, not the drunk one!" Leon accreted from the hallway.
"Oh yeah! It's Game Time, bitches!" said Ratty the Titmouse, who had been uncharacteristically silent until then.
Before long they were gone and the door was shut, leaving Keisuke and Angel all alone. The Umbrea smiled sweetly at her tamer. "O' but 'ow I wonder 'ow wee'll pass d'a time," she said in a faux-innocent tone, standing and crossing over to his bed.
"Indeed." He smiled slyly, sitting up and beaming at her.
The Umbrea gave her tamer a knowing wink as she drew back his covers, reaching right for the snaps on his pants. As she unfastened them he cupped her face in his palm, scratching her chin tenderly. She purred like a cat at this treatment, and he pulled her in by her chin for a sweet and impassioned kiss.
His pants undone, she removed them and his boxers in one motion while Keisuke himself threw off his shirt. Now with her love free of garments, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs, throwing her hands on his chest and sliding them down agonizingly slow. Keisuke wasn't the only one who knew how to touch his lover in ways that would drive them wild, and though Angel wasn't skilled in pressure points like he was she could still send him into shivers with her caressing touch.
She began by tracing a finger along the valley over his breastbone, her long nail scratching him just lightly enough to tickle. Then she moved in with her other hand and began to trace along the contours of his abdominal muscles, staring at him sultrily. Keisuke felt his pulse quicken as his beloved touched him so.
"Y' know, ye gut m' awfully 'ot watchin' y' fight," she told him lustily as she caressed his hips.
"And now it seems you're returning the favor," he replied casually while fighting back animal lust.
At long last she traced her hands in close to his powerful erection, a full foot in length. Angel gazed upon it with obvious lust, but also just a twinge of fear, for they both knew that she had trouble handling the whole thing. Still, the Umbrea with the braided white hair ran her hands over the shaft daintily, a dreamy look in her eyes that told of the fantasies running through her mind.
She lifted it up to the 'full-upright-and-locked' position, and ran a finger slowly from the edge of the urethra to the very base, and Keisuke shuddered, wanting nothing more than to throw her down and take her hard. Yet, he restrained himself, trying to enjoy her sultry massage. As she went on, running her fingers up the sides delicately, he sighed, watching her with growing desire. She gripped him firmly but gently, one hand at the base of his shaft and one hand just under the head, and leaned her face in close, hanging her tongue out and lapping it slowly over the head. He shivered as her tongue slid leisurely over his cock-head, feeling the tiny bolts of pleasure as every little taste bud tickled his manhood. She gave him a few more slow licks, taking to his phallus like an ice-cream cone, and in truth she enjoyed the taste of her lover just as much.
Deciding that she had tortured him long enough, she settled on letting him have his release, and as such she replaced her hands at the base to steady it and pressed his cock-head against her lips, slowly pushing her head down. Thus she engulfed his shaft into her eager maw, her bulbous tail standing erect, pointing up toward the ceiling as she crouched over him. She got about four inches down before the head hit the back of her throat, but she didn't stop there. When you've been with a man like Keisuke for as long as she has you learn to lose your gag-reflex quickly while performing fellatio on him. As such, she slid the rest of his length down her throat effortlessly, swallowing him to the hilt. Keisuke's mind was a blur, and all that registered were the intense pleasure signals rippling from his loins as his beautiful and beloved Umbrea worked her mouth over his long and powerful erection, and he unconsciously reached his hand up to stroke one of her long ears affectionately. She pursed her lips in a tight seal around the shaft to stimulate every single nerve ending as the entirety of the penis slid in and out of her mouth, and on each upward pump she removed the whole thing from her maw so as to lay a tender kiss on the very head before engulfing it all yet again.
She lavished this luscious treatment on him for what felt like hours, and with every pump her tail flopped about behind her from the momentum, though Keisuke liked to think she was wagging it excitedly. At long last the dark haired young man felt his climax surging, and through the voyeuristic nature of their bond the Umbrea could feel an orgasm of her own building. She reached a hand down to stroke her furry mound, aiding it a long. A few strokes were all it took to make her delicate petals open, as she was already very aroused from her handling on Keisuke, and once parted she lustily slip two fingers inside, rubbing them hard against her inner walls. Again their bond served them well, as no sooner had Angel began to masturbate herself than their dually mounting pleasure and excitement peaked, sending them both pass the threshold into amazing orgasms. Angel's body stiffened and she had to concentrate hard to avoid biting as the flickering flame of her climax sent her into joyful spasms. Her love arched his back and groaned stridently, his climax surging through his strong, lean frame as he shot his seed into his beloved's thirsty mouth. Angel swallowed as fast as she could, but Keisuke was quite the stud and had a remarkable amount of seed within him. As such, she choked and drew back suddenly, and the last few dollops of her lover's seed sprayed into her face, and she closed her eyes and cooed as she felt the warm, sticky fluid drench her features.
Angel sat up on her haunches, careful not to pinch her tail, and wiped her face off, licking her lover's delicious seed from her paw with gusto. Keisuke watched her and laughed lightheartedly, amused at how catlike she seemed in her self-grooming.
When he saw that she had finished he sat up, embracing her as he kissed tenderly at her collarbone, trailing down to the nape of her neck. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed softly, and she arched her back rearward while he trailed more kisses down to her breastbone. There, he traced his tongue along her black fur-covered breast until he came to her nipple, taking it into his mouth and suckling gently. She breathed heavily, blissful feelings coming over her as her tamer and lover sucked at her ample bosom, and she cradled his head in her hands, stroking his long luxurious hair to encourage him. Finally Kei's desire got the better of him, and he gripped Angel by her shoulders roughly and tossed her onto her back. She bounced lightly with the momentum as she hit the mattress and giggled flippantly, knowing all to well what would be coming next.
He straddled her tail and spread her legs, placing his hands under the backs of her knees as he sneered at her, animalistic lust clear in his face. He pushed forward, the swollen head of his erection pressed against the petals of her womanly flower, and he swiveled his hips to rub his cock-head against her vulva teasingly. She massaged her breasts with zeal as she looked on him pleadingly, aching for him to penetrate her. Never one to deny his love her desires, Keisuke gripped her black-furred legs firmly as he pushed his pulsing penis into her, resting carefully on her cushion-like bulbous tail as his cock sunk in slowly until it hit her cervix. Her vaginal canal was deep, as deep as any woman her height, though not quite deep enough for him as there were left a good four inches of overhang. Still, Angel and Keisuke had a solution for that, one that always sent the Umbrea into multiple orgasms so powerful she often didn't need taming again for months, though that didn't stop either of them from going at it again just to be on the safe side.
The first part was inducing her to orgasm with him inside of her, which Keisuke did skillfully with strong but paced thrusts. He took his time, pushing in a little harder, sinking a little deeper with each inward pump. Angel could feel him pushing against her cervix and she gritted her teeth for the pain she knew was coming. This little trick of theirs hurt quite a bit at first, but she knew that it would all be worth it. Besides, Dark-types often enjoyed a little pain in their taming, and while Angel claimed to be above most of the behavior deemed 'typical' for pokégirls, there were sometimes that genetics can override personality, and this was one such instance.
Her climax struck suddenly, and she drew in a ragged breath as she tried in vain to steady her convulsing body. 'Now comes phase-two,' they both thought. As her orgasm swept over her they would take advantage of a biological mechanism to send them both to the heights of pleasure.
When a woman (be they human or pokégirl) climaxes, her cervix spasms, opening and closing to draw the male's semen into the uterus. As Keisuke felt his partner climaxing beneath him and felt her orgasm through their bond he knew that his window of opportunity was open, and so he grabbed Angel tightly by her hips and shoved himself in to the hilt, pushing his cock-head beyond her cervix and into her womb. Angel groaned audibly as this first intrusion into her uterus was never pleasant, but the rim of the cervix had numerous nerve endings, ones that could be stimulated to pleasing affect just as those in the vaginal canal.
From here on out the tamer's thrusts came in short, forceful bursts. He was loath to remove his cock-head completely from her womb, as he enjoyed the 'double penetration' of his shaft being hugged tightly by both Angel's vaginal opening and cervix. In addition, the stabbing pain of his penetration into the threshold of her womb hurt him just as badly as it hurt her, and he wanted to work them both to orgasm before he began the painful procedure of extracting himself.
Before long they both felt the shooting pain of this uterine penetration washed away by near unfathomable levels of pleasure, their breath coming ragged and labored. He continued to pound into her womb as their minds both fell into near-feral states, the hormones surging from their coupling washing away all conscious thought. Angel could feel every inch of her tamer's hard phallus sliding in and out of both her vagina and her womb, and the conflicting signs of pain and pleasure pushed her closer and closer to a mounting climax. Keisuke strained against the two opening that his cock penetrated, and the pressure made his blood pump ever faster.
And then there was their bond, and that was the thing that sent them screaming over the threshold to heights of orgasmic bliss few being had ever crossed. Involuntarily they both howled so loudly that Keisuke cursed himself inwardly, for he knew that the others in the building surely must've heard them. But as he shot a hot stream of his life giving seed directly into his lover's accepting womb all that seemed of little consequence to them. All that mattered was the moment.
His energy spent, Keisuke collapsed onto his beloved Umbrea, his sudden moment extracting his cock from her womb. They both grimaced with pain at this, and Angel could feel a trickle of fluid escaping her uterus, possibly his seed, possible her blood, and possibly both. She didn't care, for the powerful orgasm their coupling had given her, flickers of which she could still feel even minutes later, made it all worth while.
She wrapped her legs around him and caressed his back softly with her hands. Meanwhile, he braced his hands on the bed and began kissing at her neck and cheek zealously. When he stopped and looked into her yellow eyes, they could both feel the flames of their love being kindled anew, and this mutual understanding had nothing to do with their bond, as only a fool could not see how deeply they cared for each other.
"Keisuke, I love ye," she confessed, not really needing to say it.
"I know," he said cheekily, smiling at her.
She arched an eyebrow at his presumptuousness, but laughed it off and pulled him into a fiery kiss.


To be continued…

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**PARDON THE PARODY**
**THE WILD HEARTS DRINKING GAME**
Beer is recommended, though any alcoholic beverage will do (only if you're of legal drinking age). You may also substitute caffeine beverages for alcoholic ones.

Note: Some of these may apply more to future chapters
Take one gulp every time Keisuke says "Quite."
Take two gulps every time Keisuke refers to Leon or San as "Ototo" or "Imotouchan."
Take three gulps every time one of them refers to him as "Oniichan."
Take one gulp for every typo you spot (note: doesn't apply to accented dialogue such as Angel's or Pyre's).
Take three gulps every time a new character is introduced.
Finish the drink if the new character recognizes Keisuke as 'Kei the Blade.'
Two drinks if it's a woman and Daku hits on her (That's right, Daku's the new Brock!).
Three drinks if both things happen.
Four drinks if the new character joins their party, then groan
Take one gulp every time a word that would normally have the prefix 'poké' in it is contracted.
Take two gulps every time Angel talks, regardless of what she's saying.
Finish the drink if you can't understand what she's saying (just keep drinking and it'll come to you!).
Finish a drink every time a sex scene starts (that includes the short one in chapter two!).
Make it two drinks if it's a 'pressure point' scene.
Three drinks if the word 'crotch' is used at all.
Four drinks if a female's gentiles are referred to as her 'honey pot.'
Take one gulp every time you come to italicized text.
Two gulps if it's dialogue.
Take one gulp every time you come to all-capitalized text.
Two gulps if it's NOT dialogue (feel free to take 'em now).
THREE gulps if it's also italicized (chugalug!).
*FOUR* gulps if there are stars around it (sensing a pattern?)
*DOUBLE IT* if all the above conditions are met! (You're drunk now, aren't you?)
Take two gulps every time Leon has a tender moment with his pokégirls
Three gulps every time he has a perverted thought.
Make it a whole drink if they happen to follow each other.
Take two gulps every time Pyre calls Leon 'sug'.'
Three gulps whenever she calls him 'boss.'
Double it if it's a sex scene.
Finish a drink every time someone throws a pokéball at San and she then goes psycho-bitch on the perpetrator.
Take one gulp every time someone smirks, grins, or does any other synonym for smiling you can think of.
Two gulps every time someone cocks an eyebrow.
Three gulps every time someone goes wide-eyed.
Take two gulps every time a dyno-cap is used.
Take three gulps every time someone makes an anachronistic pop-culture reference (this doesn't apply to Pardon the Parody skits).
Finish a drink every time someone makes an obvious reference to the Pokémon cartoon series (such as the "blasting off" line from chapter two).
Finish a drink every time Leon catches a new pokégirl.
Two drinks if Keisuke slaps a chastity belt on her immediately afterward.
Take three gulps every time Leon thrusts his fist into the air.
Take two gulps every time Jonah and Hexx appear.
Make it two drinks if they deliver their Team Rocket motto.
And take an additional gulp every time they chuckle.
Take three gulps every time Keisuke references the Tamer Rules.
Finish a drink every time you hit a scene that brings the plot to a screeching halt ('cause you'll need it!).
Finish two drinks if the chapter included an author created pokégirl species.
When you hit the 'To be continued' line at the end of every chapter, celebrate with a drink!
When you hit the Pardon the Parody skit, groan and drown your sorrows with a gulp.
Three gulps if the skit makes no sense.
Double it if it also has nothing to do with the chapter (feel free to take care of that now).
However, if it actually makes you laugh celebrate with a toast!
Finish a drink if the characters in the skit break the fourth wall.
If the disclaimer includes references to other things beside 'Pokémon', 'Pokégirls', and (for now), 'Vandread', take a gulp for each one.
Drink until you can ignore my rambling Author's Notes.
And lastly, when you hit the "~Kid Loose Productions~" insignia at the bottom, celebrate with a toast!
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Leon lies unconscious surrounded by empty beer bottles.

San: (Pokes him with a stick) Umm… I think he's dead!
Daku: Well, there goes the series!
Keisuke: T'was a short fanfic…
Dita: Dita wanted bigger part!
Angel: We all did, lassie.
Dita: Why Dita still refer to Dita in third person?
Keisuke: (Shrugs) Who knows? Let's just end the skit and see about getting Ototo treated for alcohol poisoning.
Adam: I give this skit a THREE……… out of fiiiive!
All: (Sweat drop)


THE END…
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I do not own, nor do I claim to own Pokémon, Pokégirls, Vandread, Naruto, X-Play, or any related properties there of. Adam Sessler and Morgan Webb belong to themselves, or if not, then whatever demon(s) they might have sold their souls to in order to keep X-Play on the air! (Just kidding, I love X-Play!)
This series is A.U. and should not be considered part of the 'canon' continuity of the Pokégirls Universe.
This fic was completed 10/09/06 at 8:43 PM, and then edited 11/18/06 at 5:50 PM

[Author's Notes: I really like this chapter, as we get to see some deep insight into Keisuke's motivation. He's a man trying to make a better life for the one he loves, and he's willing to move heaven and earth to do it.
Also, I'm a really big fan of Naruto, as you could probably tell from this chapter. My rabid Naruto fanboy-ism will play into future chapters, so stay tuned and keep an eye out for them, BELIEVE IT! ^_^]


More information about Pokégirl Chakra Control
(Note: this applies only to the A.U. world of Wild Hearts)
A malformation of the Chakra Coils occurs in all pokégirls either when they are born or when they endure Threshold. This malformation is a more extreme version of the one found in human subjects like Rock Lee, and prevent pokégirls from feeling their chakra as acutely as humans can learn to. The most pokégirls are able to feel their chakra is more of a gauge of how much chakra they have in reserve, and can usually only be accomplished by Fighting-types or those with Fighting-types in their ancestry. Some Thresholders who have had martial arts training before becoming pokégirls can do this too, regardless of what breed they become. Other than this, precision chakra control is all but impossible for pokégirls.
Pokégirl attacks that utilize chakra do so as an automatic response, expending exactly as much chakra as is subconsciously programmed to. The attacks that a pokégirl can learn naturally are programmed into their subconscious, rising to the surface when the pokégirl reaches a certain predetermined level of experience. Also programmed into the subconscious along with the attack is the chakra requirements for the attack if said attack utilizes chakra in any way. T2 machines add to a pokégirl's conscious and subconscious lists of attacks, and the required amounts of chakra are copied from the amount of chakra used by the subject the T2 machine recorded. For example, if subject Uzumaki Naruto recorded a T2 of his trademark Kage Bunshin no Jutsu ("Shadow Clone Jutsu"), and said T2 were used on a pokégirl, the pokégril's subconscious would be programmed to automatically dump into the attack the same exorbitant amounts of chakra as Naruto does when performing the attack, which can prove to be dangerous or even fatal as even few pokégirls have the almost Legendary levels of chakra as the Uzumaki boy.
Because being able to adjust the amounts of chakra used and modify the attack on the fly is important to shinobi and jutsu users in general, jutsus are rarely taught to pokégirls.

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WHO'S THAT POKÉGIRL!?!
Official Pokédex Entries



TITMOUSE, the Clean Pokégirl
Type: Animorphic - Mouse
Element: Normal
Frequency: Common
Diet: herbivore, mainly nuts and fruit
Role: frequently domesticated pokégirl
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting, cat pokégirls, snake pokégirls, bird pokégirls
Libido: Average
Attacks: Scratch, Kick, Tackle
Enhancements: digestive system is very efficient, good night vision, extremely high auditory range and heightened sense of touch. Titmice have low pain thresholds and are quite fastidious.
Evolves: Mousefly (mechanism uncertain), Mousewife (normal), Milkmouse (Milktit milk), Pool Mouse (Water Stone), Ninjanezumi (mechanism unknown; Dark Stone suspected), Vesta (Fire Stone), Tigermouse (Cat E-Medal)
Evolves From: None
Titmice are mouse pokégirls, covered with short but thick fur, having a slight muzzle, expressive slightly long ears, and a long thin tail. Both the tail and ears are quite sensitive. Where you find one Titmouse there are usually more. They rarely stand over four feet in height, are of average flexibility, and are not very strong. They also tend to be "ditzy" - giving one complicated duties or instructions is a waste of time and effort - they simply lack the ability to focus and remember such things.
They are, however, naturally clean and enjoy cleaning things and maintaining areas. Titmice also make decent cooks, staying away from complicated dishes and favoring vegetarian dishes naturally. Titmice are often found in college campuses, cleaning and cooking for their masters while they are students.
Titmice are often pets that are considered members of the family by certain groups, much like Kittens, Hounds, Pidgies, Evas, and Bunnies.
They do not make good combatants, having a special disadvantage against cat pokégirls as well as easily startled/intimidated. Titmice are often employed as librarian's aides, as they are very quiet and can be trained to do basic filing.

AMACHAMP (aka GOLEM), the Super Strength Pokégirl
Type: Near Human
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Rare
Diet: human style but with heavy mineral requirements
Role: physical labor and tank equivalent
Libido: Low to Average
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Rock, Normal, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic
Special Weaknesses: Can't swim, requires special diet.
Attacks: Dynamic Punch, Mega Punch, Pummel, Body Slam, Toss, Crushing Punch, Pose, Focus, Gatling Punch, Super Move, No Sell
Enhancements: High density (x2), Enhanced Strength (x20), reinforced musculoskeletal structure, high efficiency cardiovascular system, dermal plating, high efficiency respiratory system, secondary ribcage with second set of arms and breasts as well as some internal organs.
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Amachoke(normal)
The final evolution of the Amachop appears far more human than the Amachoke. Her body becomes more slender than either of her previous forms, and her height remains what it was as an Amachoke.
However, she weighs over 900 pounds.
Her strength is sufficient to lift and carry several times her own weight and her speed is similar to that of a normal human, but stopping becomes a problem because of their incredible mass.
Of course, the biggest difference between an Amachamp and her lesser forms is her doubled chest and extra set of arms. She has four breasts, each pair between a set of arms, and she has two sets of lungs and two hearts to keep her larger body active. Her second heart is actually on the right side of her lower chest while her original heart remains on the left side of her upper chest. Some physiologists believe this is to prevent the two hearts from synchronizing and doing serious damage to her body, as was seen in the earliest gasoline engines when the valves were synchronized.
Amachamps do not suffer from the arrogance of their previous forms. Most feel satisfied with their final level of strength and while they may work out to keep in shape, they are not as driven as their previous evolutions are. Then again, most of their former workouts were found to be too easy or too difficult to accomplish with four arms. Some may even grow to fear their own power, as few opponents are much of a challenge when the Amachamp's four arms can completely immobolize them.
Some researchers feel that it's the lower number of workouts coinciding with the increase of libido that prove the theory that the workouts were a form of masturbation. Of course, Amachamps are more prone to backaches, so a tamer who knows massage will find themselves being "appreciated" quite often.
Despite their increased control, restraints are still a must when taming.
Amachamps do not suffer a drop in intelligence if they go feral, but they do become more aggressive. Because of this, any tamer who abandons an Amachamp or lets her become feral will usually face punishment.

MEGAMI, the Goddess Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Psychic/Magic
Frequency: unknown (all leagues)
Diet: human style diet
Role: varies
Libido: varies
Strong Vs: varies
Weak Vs: Sad faces, crying, and Domina-types
Attacks: Smile, Cry (all others vary)
Enhancements: Varies
Evolves: Megami-sama (mechanism unknown)
Evolves From: Cherry (mechanism unknown), Drag King (mechanism unknown), Goth (by Sarcastic Goth sub-type only; mechanism unknown) (others possible)
Megami are the most mysterious of the pokégirls. The number that exist is unknown as the number seems to change every time there's a poll. It is not recorded if there are feral Megami or not. It had never been discovered if they evolve or not. No information exists to answer the question, "Do other females spontaneously evolve INTO Megami?"
Not much is known about Megamis because few people understand how they even GOT a Megami when they think about it logically and those who do have a Megami either don't ask or don't think it's a big deal. When a Megami shows up, they are acknowledged as if they had always been there. The only consistent numbers of Megami are from pokécenters and hospitals, where Megami are often found with various other nurse-type pokégirls.
Megami have NO average stats when compared to other pokégirls. They are either excellent or lousy at something.
Their skills, attacks, defenses, enhancements and roles are all unknown because of this.

MINI-TOP (aka BUN-BUN), the Excessively Violent Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal/Fighting
Frequency: Very Rare/Rare (on the rise in some areas)
Diet: alchoholic (mostly beer)/vegetarian (mostly alfalfa)
Role: discipline, assassination, intimidation, wanton violence and destruction
Libido: High (demanding-often the ones doing the Taming) Preference: Bi-sexual
Attacks: Slap, Double Slap, Hyper Slap, Backhand, Nipple Cripple, Pummel, Headbutt, Uppercut, Bicycle Kick, Mega Punch
Enhancements: Speed, Enhanced Hearing, Retarded Aging, Intelligence, Strength
Weakness's: increased susceptability to electrical attacks, and to attacks from Dominas
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Bunnygirl, Beach Bunny, PlayBunny, MoonBunny, March Hare, Snowbunny (all evolve by emotional trauma caused by abuse, or witnessing highly frequent and/or extremely excessive acts of violence)
Woe the Tamer who unexpectedly finds himself with one of these in his Harem, for Mini-Tops are an excessively violent and aggressive breed, second only to a Mousewife defending her master's life. Upon reaching this stage the pokégirl goes not only through the standard physical change but also a marked personality change. Physically, the pokégirls breasts become noticably smaller, the ass becomes rounder and firmer, and the ears become longer(down to about knee level) and rather "floppy."
Personality-wise the change is much more extreme. The pokégirl becomes highly interested in switch-blades, .45 caliber Glochs, Tripod-mounted chainguns, high-yield explosives, and causing pain. Mini-tops are highly aggressive and dominating; this combined with a markably increased sexual appetite makes for an extremely demanding pokégirl who refuses to take "No! God No! Somebody Help Me! PLEASE!!!!" for an answer. The foolish Tamer who refuses the Mini-Top's advances is typically beaten and battered into helpless submission and ridden for all he's worth. Those tamers who accept their advances are treated in much the same way.
Mini-tops will use any excuse to perform acts of violence, cruelty, or (their favorite) violent cruelty. Being highly aggressive and competitve they constantly seek the position of Alpha. Because of this, they have a strong rivalry with those of the Domina family. Add to this the Mini-top's lack of concern for the lives of others(save for their master's) and this provides for an extrememly dangerous and potentially lethal rivaly. It should also be noted that Mini-tops have a particular "dislike" of Electric types; causing them to focus on abusing, torturing, trying to kill, and (odlly enough) trying to bite electric types(in particular, trying to bite the tails of those that have them) Despite their thin, frail, and cute appearance; the Mini-top is surprisingly strong.
All in all a very combat orieented breed. An increased level of intelligence means that this breed is also very sneaky and coniving, one should not place much trust in the words of a Mini-top, unless of course they happen to be threats against your life. They are a verbally cruel, abusive, and insulting breed; and they will constantly point out the faults of their master and insult him, "nerd-boy" being a particular favorite insult of theirs.
Yet for those brave (or stupid) tamers who wish to master the Mini-Top, there is hope. Because of a peculiar quirk of their metabolism, Mini-Tops become easily inibriated(drunk). When in this state, the Mini-Top is a much more laid-back and friendly pokégirl. Often expressing their strong affection for those around them, and being all-around a very sociable breed; but only when drunk beyond human comprehension. One should also mention that Mini-Tops hate breast jokes of all kinds(for obvious reasons), and will severly "punish" anyone who utters such jokes in their presence. Also, Mini-Tops hate telemarketers (not that we blame them but...) to the extent of hunting them down and killing them, also bombing their office buildings, and doing all-round slaughters of such individuals on sight, and and using their victims' spleens to decorate the walls. The reason for such violent animosity is as of yet unexplained, the research team investigating this were all found mysteriously dissembowled with shampoo in their eyes. It must also be noted that only domesticated Bunnies can evolve into a Mini-Top, the reason for this is as of yet unknown.
Despite their being discovered only recently, Mini-Tops enjoy a large and avid following. Their fans affectionately refer to them as Bun-Buns, an obvious reference to their well-shaped dehriers and a slight preference for anal intercourse. There is debate as to whether this following has sprung up out of love for the breed, or out of fear for it.




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