Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Of Wild Hearts and Pokégirls ❯ Dream A Little Dream ( Chapter 7 )

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

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All the, small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take, one hit
Your ride, best trip
Always, I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting, commiserating

Say it so
I will not go
Turn the lights off
Carry me home

Na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na

Late night, come home
Works sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs
Surprises let me know she cares

Say it ain't so
I will not go
Turn the lights off
Carry me home

Na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na

Say it ain't so
I will not go
Turn the lights off
Carry me home
Keep your head still
I'll be your thrill
The night will go on
My little windmill

Say it ain't so
I will not go
Turn the lights off
Carry me home
Keep your head still
I'll be your thrill
The night will go on
The night will go on

My little windmill!

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**All the Small Things, by Blink182**



Chapter 07: Dream a Little Dream

+Adults Only+




Leon's world was darkness. As awareness slowly returned to the boy he found nothingness surrounding him on all sides. The cold empty void seemed menacing to him at first, but he felt a warm familiarity emanating from it, and it calmed him. He finally recognized this presence when he heard it sing.

We've got to hold on, to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other, and that's a lot
For love—we'll give it a shot

This was the unmistakable soft and tender voice of his dead mother, and that was when Leon knew that he was dreaming. With this realization the boy was thrust back into the waking world. His final moments of dreaming were spent reaching a pleading hand out into the darkness, desperate not to lose her.


Leon's eyes fell open. As he stirred his head felt fuzzy, or he thought it was his head. Closer inspection revealed that the 'fuzz' was actually Lilith snoozing beside him, her harem-sister napping on his other side.
Recalling the events that had led him to where he currently was, he sat up, finding Keisuke and Angel sitting around a small table. The tamer and his Umbrea were engaged in a heated card game.
"Sorry 'boot d'is, Beloved," the pokégirl said with a mischievous smirk, laying a card on the table. "I play Raigeki, destroying all d'a monsters y' gut on d'e field, followed by all o' my monsters attackin' ye directly."
"Negate Attack," Keisuke replied confidently, flipping over the aforementioned Trap Card. Angel fumed, incensed at her direct attack being thwarted.
As Keisuke began his turn he gave a quick glace at Leon. "Ototo, you're awake," said the older Strife as he drew his card. "How are you?"
"Fine, I guess," the bandana wearing boy responded lowly, watching their game closely. "I had a dream about mom. First one in a while."
"I thought that was what it was," Keisuke mused, placing his cards face down on the table. "It sounded like you were singing Livin' on a Prayer in your sleep."
"Yeah…" Leon replied, his gaze drifting off dreamily. "Mom really liked that song. She used to sing it to me when I was little."
Keisuke beamed warmly at the boy. "They say when you dream about someone who's… gone… it means they're watching over you."
Leon smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment touch his heart.
"Keisuke," Angel spoke up, tapping a finger on the table impatiently. "I 'ate to break up d'is tender scene but can we git back to d'a duel?"
Keisuke sighed. "Very well." Returning to the game he picked up his discard pile and removed two cards from it, setting them aside and replacing the rest as he held up a card from his hand. "I remove one Light-attribute monster and one Dark-attribute monster in my Graveyard from play in order to summon Widow Slayer, The Peoples' Champion." [Dark, Warrior/Effect, ATK 3000, DEF 2500]
Angel looked very distressed at the arrival of this new card. "No' 'im! Ye always kick me arse wit' d'at card!"
"Then you know what's coming," Keisuke said with a positively smug grin. "I discard one Dark attribute monster in my hand to the Graveyard and pay one thousand Life Points to activate the Slayer's special effect, Dark Fist. He may now bypass your monsters and attack you directly."
"But I only gut fifteen 'undred Life Points left!" the pokégirl pleaded while rubbing her temples with frustration. "Then that's game." Keisuke smirked, sitting back and crossing his hands over his chest.
Angel rested her chin in a hand braced on the table and sighed. "E'ery time we play d'is game I t'ink o' Alexis. 'Ow do ya t'ink she's doin'?"
Keisuke closed his eyes, musing to himself. "Whore-oh promised to find all your former harem-sisters good homes, so I think she's doing fine."
Leon's ears perked when her heard the name of the Legendary Love Goddess. "Oniichan, you've met Whore-oh??" he asked with astonish.
His brother nodded to him. "It was a few months ago, shortly before I decided to retire." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Actually, Whore-Oh was a big influence on that decision."
Keisuke lowered his head, a solemn air about him. "After winning the Crimson League Tournament three years ago I went into isolation to train. It was when I returned to civilization a few months ago that I first learned of Mother's death. After that, I had lost all heart for anything. I spent the next few weeks wandering about in a daze. My pokégirls did their best to help me but there was little they could do.
"Then I happened to run into Whore-Oh shortly there after, and—in her own special way—she helped me come to terms with my grief." Keisuke smiled demurely, recalling that time fondly. "Meeting her I found that, although we had very different methods, we were essentially working toward that same goal, and I decided to retire from taming and throw myself into perfecting the Genki no Tekken. While Angel stayed by my side Whore-oh took all my other pokégirls, offering to 'find them a place where they could be happy'…" Noting the strange look Keisuke was getting from his younger brother, he added: "Her words, not mine."
It was about that time that Lilith began to stir, sitting up and yawning widely. Seeing her tamer awake and healthy she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a pleasant kiss.
"My but you're affectionate," Leon laughed as he pulled away from her, turning back to his brother. "Say, Oniichan. How long was I out?"
"About three hours," the dark haired tamer responded whilst he and the Umbrea stowed their cards. "By the way, that Muffgoose said she wanted to meet you at the banquet hall tonight at ten."
"Sweet!" Leon cheered. "I knew I impressed her!"
"Boss, ya mind keepin' it down?" said Pyre, the Charamanda sitting up with glazed over eyes and a serious case of bed-head.
"Hmph! 'Bout time you got up anyway!" Leon said with mock-indignation. "I'm not sure why you're tired when I was doing all the work."
The pokégirl grinned at him, reading his feelings over his words. "Yeah, but me an' Lilith were the one's who had to haul your heavy ass back here." Pyre snickered briefly. "You're not exactly 'light as a feather' sug'." Leon frowned at first, but soon his scowl gave way to a smile, as he knew the pokégirl was only teasing him playfully.
"Anyway, how's San?" The boy turned back to his older brother, curious but none too worried about their feisty sister.
"She's fine. Still fully human despite having a temper like a Combusticunt," Keisuke assured, chortling a bit at his statement. "She's still unconscious from last I checked, though. Aiko and the others are looking after her in their room."
There came a knocking at the door, and Keisuke crossed over to answer it.
"KEISUKE!!" No sooner was the door opened than an enthusiastic Cheetit burst into the room, throwing herself on Keisuke with affectionate kisses.
She was a short thing, just three inches taller than Lilith, though much more busty. While not as chesty as San's 'girls, she had a good size that was fitting for her height, and the rest of her was curvy enough that she'd be stunningly beautiful if only she were taller. She was covered in golden fur dotted with black spots save for her face, which was bare of fur and quite human-looking, shaped of soft lines and contours with a button nose and bright blue eyes. She had shoulder length tan hair, parted in the middle and with a pair of cat (cheetah) ears poking through her hairline on the top. She was garbed plainly in a halter-top with jean-shorts (no shoes on her cheetah-like pawed feet), and as she clung to Keisuke a long brush-bottle tail wagged slowly behind her.
While the Cheetit lavished her affections upon the dark haired tamer, Angel glared at the cheetah-pokégirl with an angry scowl on her lips and eyes that seemed to glow bright red, all while radiating a dark and distinct 'jealousy aura.'
Keisuke finally managed to wrestle the Cheetit off of him and held the short pokégirl at arms length, eyeing her intently. The Cheetit shot him a cute smile and in a light and flighty voice she asked: "Don't you recognize me?"
Keisuke stared at her for another few moments. Then his eyebrows arched high as his eyes brightened with realization and warmth. "Cheryl?" he asked tentatively.
"You do remember me!" she said happily, reaching out to embrace him again.
"Angel, you remember Cheryl?" he asked while making sure the Cheetit was out of arms reach.
The Umbrea's jealous expression lightened just a little as she looked upon the new arrival. "Sure. She's d'a formally human girl we saved from d'at stupid Git wit' d'a modded pokéball a few years back."
"Do you remember what you said, Keisuke?" Cheryl asked as the tamer placed her on the floor. "I was so upset, because I knew that I'd probably end up a pokégirl anyway. Either I'd Threshold or some other jerk like the one you saved me from would get me. Then you said, 'If and when you do Threshold, look for me and I'll take care of you.' Which is why I'm here!"
"I remember," Keisuke replied simply, beaming kindly at her.
"I'm sorry ta tell ya d'is, lassie," Angel spoke up with more than a little elation in her tone. "But me Keisuke 'as retired, an' he no can take on any more pokéguurls."
Cheryl's expression fell, and she flattened her ears against her head. "Becoming one of your pokégirls is what kept me happy all this time," she said pathetically. "But I guess I understand."
Keisuke crossed his arms, thinking over this all. Then a reserved smile spread across his lips as an idea came together in his head. "My brother is a tamer," he offered casually, gesturing to the boy sitting on the bed. "He's inexperienced but strong, getting stronger everyday. If you like, you could travel with him."
A hopeful light returned to the Cheetit's eyes. "Really?"
Leon shrugged. "Never really though about having a Cheetit… might be fun." He smiled knowingly.
Lilith nodded in agreement with him, Pyre speaking up what she was thinking. "Welcome to the team, hun'! The boss is a bit rough around the edges but he's tons of fun to be around."
Cheryl watched the boy in awe. "You're pokégirls really seem to like you. You must be nice," she said, making Leon blush and scratch his nose nervously.
Keisuke nodded acutely. "There is something you should know, before you sign up," he explained to the Cheetit, blanching a bit at what he'd have to explain.
Fast forward to after the dark haired tamer clarify the details of Leon's unique situation.
"WHAT??" Cheryl was flabbergasted to say the least.
"Sorry…" Leon said, shrugging sheepishly.
Cheryl was sweat-dropping quite a bit. "So, he can't tame me until he comes of legal age, and until then I have to get my taming with my harem-sisters or that 'pressure-point' thing?"
"Ridiculous, ain't it?" the scarred boy said mirthlessly. "His idea, not mine."
Cheryl stood with a musing pose, mulling it all over in her head. "I guess I can deal with this setup," she said thoughtfully. "I mean; there are worse things. And besides, if Leon is half as kind as Keisuke, then I've found myself a pretty good tamer."
"Welcome to Team Strife!" said Leon, giving the pokégirl a thumbs-up.
Cheryl crossed over beside the bed, her bottlebrush tail swaying elegantly behind her as she walked. As she drew near, Leon's scarred eye caught her attention, and she leapt onto the bed beside him and gently placed a paw beside the eye. "What happened here?" she asked, concerned for a boy she'd just met. "Did a Widow do this?"
"A Widow??" Leon blanched, swallowing hard at just the thought of such vicious and dangerous pokégirls. "No, no. It was just… uh…" he paused. Leon was hesitant to tell her the truth since it might make both him and Pyre look bad to their new teammate. He glanced at the Charamanda and she was looking at him with a pleading expression, apparently not wanting the knowledge of the violent things she did while feral to get out either. With that the boy decided to go with a half-truth.
"It was an accident," he told the Cheetit, grinning sheepishly. "Why'd you think it was a Widow?"
Cheryl shrugged. "Widow-inflicted wounds are about the only things that can't be healed by magic or other techniques. Since it hasn't been healed I thought a Widow did it."
"Actually," Keisuke spoke up. "He left it that way on purpose. Ototo is a bit vane and likes to portray an air of danger."
Cheryl turned back to Leon and traced a finger along the outline of the scar, the boy instinctively closing his eye as her hand moved around it. "Well, I don't know about 'danger,' but it does look kindda cute. Almost looks like a heart," the pokégirl observed.
"Cute?" Leon said with slight indignation. Indignation that almost instantly melted away when he saw the adorable look Lilith was beaming at him. "Not fair! Using Aura of Cute on your own tamer!"
"I wish I could make the boss melt like that," said Pyre, the Charamanda doing her best to imitate her harem-sister's adorable expression, and doing a dang good job of it from the way Leon was wilting under the charming gazes.
Cheryl knew right there that between the three of them this was gonna be one fun ride. Elatedly she threw her hands on her hips, and then noticed a distinct metallic clink. Drawing out the waistband of her shorts she found a chastity belt on underneath. "What the hell?"
Keisuke chuckled. "That's to make sure Leon doesn't get up to any mischief when I'm not looking." All present stared blankly at the bespectacled tamer, even Angel.
"When did he do that?" Leon asked, eyes wide with surprise.
"And how'd he do it without taking off my pants?" Cheryl inquired to no one in particular, blinking perplexedly.
"I'm just that good," Keisuke explained casually.
Just then Daku and Dita arrived at the still open door, looking in on the gathered assembly.
"Kei, have you seen my box of evolution stones?" the horned alien asked. "We've—"
"—Been looking all over for it," Dita cut in and finished her tamer's sentence.
This earned the pair cocked eyebrows from all present, and Daku began to explain: "Beta bond. We've been—"
"—Finishing each other's sentences all day," again the redheaded Cabbit finished her companion's thought.
"Actually, it's been getting—"
"—Kindda annoying."
"I wish Dita knew how—"
"—To turn it off."
"And—"
"WE GET THE POINT!" the shout came from Leon, though it was obvious that he was simply stating what everyone else was thinking.
"Quite," Keisuke acknowledged his brother briefly before returning to the rabbit-eared boy. "I'm afraid we haven't seen it, Daku."
Dita looked worried. "You don't think—"
"—Those Team Rocket jerks stole it?"
"Hey! That is kindda annoying, Mister Alien," the Cabbit observed.
Daku laughed, but stopped as he noticed the hard stares he was getting. "Sorry. This bonding stuff isn't like anything I've ever experienced before, and I think Dita and I are having trouble knowing exactly which of us is the one talking."
"That's why we keep finishing what the other's saying," Dita added reasonably. "But I think we'll get the hang of it eventually."
"I hope so, 'cause that stuff is freakin' me out," Leon said gruffly. "Anyway, we seem to make a bad habit of running into those Rockets, so the next time we bump into them we'll be sure to 'ask politely' about your evolutions stones."
"Appreciate it. Now, let's talk about that hot cat-chick ya got in there." The otherworldly Casanova swept his hair back, trying to look as suave as possible.
His Cabbit grabbed him roughly around the waist, her eyes wide and beginning to well up. "Mister Alien!" she wailed whiningly. "I'm your Alpha! You supposed to pay attention to ME!"
In the short time since he had become a Pet Owner Daku had come to know that whine all too well. Turning around quickly he did all he could to placate his Cabbit as she was on the verge of tears. "I was just trying to be friendly, Dita! Honest!" he said pleadingly as the redheaded pokégirl covered her face and sobbed. "Say! Why don't we go check on Gina? If she's awake I'll need your help making her something to eat."
Dita stopped crying and peeked up at her tamer from over her hands. "Really? You need me?"
"Sure do!" Daku chimed, and indeed it was mostly true, as Daku was such a terrible cook he often burned water.
Apparently that hint of truth was enough to fool the Cabbit even across their bond, for elatedly Dita grabbed the alien boy's furry hand and dragged him from the room, racing across the hallway to the bedchambers in which the sister Strife rested.
After they had left, Keisuke cupped his chin between thumb and forefinger, deep in musing. "If the Rockets have Daku and Dita's evolution stone set it could mean trouble for us, as those stones could evolve their Catgirl into anyone of three powerful forms."
"But there's not much you can do about it now," Cheryl stated sensibly. "I mean, you don't know where they are, and if they do have those stones they've probably used one by now, which means that actively looking for them would be a bad idea."
Angel watched the Cheetit, genially impressed. Her earlier jealousy had completely evaporated whence it was decided that the new pokégirl would be joining Leon's team instead of Keisuke's. "Y'er absolutely right, lass," the Umbrea praised. "Leon, y' might wanna consider 'er for y' Alpha. She seems like a bonnie clever 'gurrl."
"Al…pha??" Leon returned with a grin that did nothing to conceal his anxiety. Anxiety that was only exacerbated when he noted the hard inquisitive stares he was getting from the Eva and Charamanda sitting on either side of him. "Let's leave decisions like that for later. We've got other things to worry about."
"Precisely," Keisuke agreed. "For one, Team Rocket seems to be harboring a grudge against us, and as such will most likely try to ambush you when you go out later tonight." Keisuke closed his eyes briefly and nodded. "Of course, Angel and I will escort and protect you, but if they used the Angel Stone to make their Catgirl a Griffon I'm not sure there's much that even we can do. Thus, I propose a bit of last minute training, from now until just before the banquet, to sharpen your skills and prepare you for fighting the Rockets later."
"We're in for it now," Leon said to Cheryl, shaking his head frowningly and looking at the pokégirl. "Oniichan's training can be summed up with one word… brutal!"


The blonde haired Succubus collapsed, hitting the mat of The Ring face-first. Jonah, he and Hexx once again disguised in street clothes, wasted no time in hurling a pokéball at her. The 'ball enveloped her and with barely any resistance 'pinged' off, signaling a successful capture.
"Yes! I rule!" Jonah shouted while shaking a triumphant fist. Standing on all fours before him the battle-mode Griffon flapped her wings celebratory.
Just outside the battle cage Hexx huffed distastefully. "Yeah, 'you' rule and that's why Skye was doing all the work!" she commented acerbically.
"Whatever!" the male Rocket shot back. "The point is that with Skye and this new Succubus—I think she said her name was 'Jura'—we got all we need to mop the floor with Kei the Blade and those other twerps!"
Retrieving the pokéball Jonah and Skye stepped out of the battle cage to some sparse cheers; spectators who'd enjoyed the show. Once outside Hexx recalled Skye and then eyed her partner, her brow furrowed in musing.
"Well, this was all your half-baked idea," the female Rocket began. "What's our next move?"
"First we need a private room to get in some taming," Jonah explained, to which his partner gawked at him. "Not you and me! I mean our pokégirls!"
"Well you didn't have to say it like you were repulsed by the idea!" Hexx replied sharply, turning away from her partner and crossing her arms in a huff. "But you're right. Skye is still acting a bit feral from her recent evolution and you'll need to be getting 'acquainted' with you're new Succubus."
Jonah held up his new pokéball and stared keenly at it. "This is gonna be fun. I just hope she's keen to the idea of becoming a Rocket."
Then Jonah's cell phone went off, and he was quick to answer it. "Agent Jonah? I hear you and your partner are in July." The voice was unmistakably that of Gendo Giovanni.
"That's right, boss," the silver haired Rocket answered. "I thought it'd be a good idea for us to pick up some new pokégirls."
"I hope you got something to replace those Lamias you lost." The Rocket Boss's voice was as cold as ever.
"Uh, well, about that…" Jonah trailed off, a nervous sweat on his brow.
"What's he saying?" Hexx inquired. Her answer was a harsh shush from her male counterpart.
Giovanni sighed. "Forget about it. I've got another assignment for you," he hissed.
"He says he's got a job for us," Jonah enlightened his partner, who nodded.
"There is a pokégirls arriving in July later tonight," the Rocket Boss explained to his subordinates. "She's the daughter of a wealthy and liberal-minded league official."
This caught Jonah by surprised, as even the pokéchildren of the aristocracy were rarely subject to the rules of their society. The only reason pokégirls migrate to July is to seek tamers, but as a child of privilege the pokégirl Boss Giovanni was talking about would have no need for that.
"Why's she coming here?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Slumming it, presumably," the Rocket Boss replied bluntly. "Maybe she has a touch of wanderlust or just wants to see how the other half lives. Regardless, your mission is to kidnap her. In our custody we can use her both to extort money from her father and influence his decisions in league votes."
"Any bodyguards?"
"One. An Amazonwu."
"What kind of pokégirl is the target?"
"Farfuck'd, but she thinks she's a Diva."
"Right…" Jonah blanched. Farfuck'ds were notoriously annoying. He hoped that once they had her that some other squad would take over the actual babysitting duties.
He clicked off his phone and pocketed it. "C'mon, Hexx. Let's get those tamings in and get ready for the job."
"What's the assignment?" the Rocket mage inquired.
"A kidnapping."
"This isn't why I signed up." Hexx shook her head disdainfully.
"Grit your teeth and bare it, we're almost ready," her partner advised. "We both agreed that joining Team Rocket was the fastest way to become strong, and I think we're almost strong enough to settling our scores with BAHRAM."
The one-eyed Rocket girl nodded to her partner. "Think the twerps will give us any trouble?"
"I kindda hope they do." The silver haired Rocket grinned. "We got a couple of surprises for them now, and I figure if we can beat Kei the Blade then that'll mean we're strong enough to take on BAHRAM."


Tatewaki Kuno sat on the roof of the July police station, his chin rested in his hand, sighing dejectedly. Kodachi and his other pokégirls sat around him, doing their best to cheer him up.
"At leassst you're not ssstill locked up, Massster!" hissed Naga.
"Good thing father was able to smooth things over with the local authorities," Kodachi added.
"Though my body is free my love lies shackled by the chains of rejection!" Kuno lamented in his usual overly dramatic fashion. "Why does the towheaded girl reject me so?"
"Cheer up, brother," the Dominatrix advised. "You can always find another way to take revenge on Kei the Blade."
"This is no longer about revenge!" the kendoist replied staunchly, raising his head high. "The Blue Thunder has never met a challenge he cannot overcome, but winning the towheaded girl's heart has proven difficult. One would think that displays of power such as mine would have had her begging at my feet to become a pokégirl and serve me, and yet she rejects me."
"Maybe you should try another approach, Master," Lickingtongue offered. "You should try to woo her, and then when she's putty in your hands, catch her!"
Kuno shot her a glance and scoffed at her. Then his eyes brightened and he stood up, fists clenched in determination. "I've got it!" he declared with a laugh. "I shall court the towheaded girl like a true gentleman, and when her heart is mine I shall catch her!"
"Brilliant plan, brother!" Kodachi cheered.
"I know. I'm glad I thought of it." Kuno smiled widely, his perfect teeth glistening in the sun.
"You're a genius, Master," Lickingtongue complimented with dripping sarcasm. She chanced a glance at Naga and whispered to her harem-mate: "I so wish he would just trade me."


At long last San came to, and as her green eyes fell open she found herself staring into the furry face and muzzle of her best friend, Aiko.
"You're awake!" the Kitsune observed, craning her head toward the others consisting of Daku, Dita and the rest of San's harem. "Guys! She's awake!"
Immediately Bright crossed over to the bed, placing a paw on the girl's forehead briefly. Being satisfied with that she moved on, grabbing the girl's wrist to feel her pulse. That done she held the girl gently by the sides of her face and peered deeply into her eyes. "Well, everything seems fine," the Flarea observed at last.
"Umm, well, that's good to know," San stammered in reply, unused to this level of attention.
Pushing both of the over affectionate pokégirls aside she sat up, noticing Daku with a distinct dark purple ring around his right eye and Dita with an almost angry pout.
"What happen to you?" San asked the tailed alien-boy.
"Mister Alien thought he could wake you with a kiss, just like a fairy tale prince," the Cabbit answered, an incensed whine to her voice.
"Okay, so a better question would be, 'Who did that to you?'" the girl added, sweeping her head to look at Dita and all the other pokégirls in kind. No one answered, though all the 'girls save Aiko and Dita were wearing sneering 'cat who just ate the canary' grins.
"Anyway!" Daku spoke up, trying to clear the air. "Dita, we should get back to—"
"Finding our evolution stones. I know, Mister Alien," the Cabbit finished.
"I KNOW you know!" the elf-eared boy returned, closing his eyes tightly and shaking with frustration.
"They're lost?" San leap forward on to her hands and knees, ignoring the oddity of how the two spoke. "Maybe I can help you look."
Bright quickly shook her head. "No way are you going out again after what happened!" she declared. "You're staying here until Sadie Pokén's Day is over or until Keisuke says we're leaving, whatever comes first."
San huffed, kneeling and crossing her arms. "I figured either you or Oniichan would say something like that." The girl narrowed her eyes at the Flarea. "I can order you to let me go, you know?"
"That won't work, Sanny," Kané spoke up. "She'll just tell Kei-kun and then he'll make you stay put."
"Besides, San, she's just doing it 'cause she cares about you," Aiko added.
"I realize that, but I can take care of myself," the blonde girl began, acknowledging the Kitsune before returning to the Flarea. "Bright, I'm an adult, and your tamer, damn it! And as your tamer I order you to give me permission to go!"
"Way to lay down the law, girl," Violet commented sardonically. When her tamer shot her a nasty look she suddenly found her star-tattoos very interesting.
Bright chuckled almost wickedly as she reached into the front pocket of her apron and retrieved four tiny spheres. "And don't even think about recalling us, because I have all our pokéballs here."
San pouted angrily at first, then a mischievous half smile curled her lips. "You forget, Bright. I know your one weakness."
Bright's mirth abandoned her instantly, and she swallowed hard. She knew what was coming.
Leaping from the bed she pinned the pokégirl against the wall. Dexterously her hands moved up under the apron and her nimble fingers began wriggling all over the Flarea's taught fur-covered stomach. Instantly the whole room reverberated with cackling laughter as Bright guffawed as though she'd been hit with a Jokette's Smilex Mist, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as her tamer mercilessly tickled her into submission.
"Stop! STOP!" she screamed between hoots. "You're gonna make me PEE!"
"You promise to let me go out and not to tell Oniichan about it?" San demanded, not letting up one bit on the ticklish pokégirl.
"Okay! OKAY!" Bright gasped out, her knees ready to buck. San's harem were barely able to hold in their snickers, however the two guests looked upon this scene with arched eyebrows.
"This is—"
"—Just about the weirdest thing I've ever seen…" Dita began and Daku finished.
"This from an alien tamer and his Cabbit, both of whom seem confused as to who is who." San finally halted her assault on Bright to roll her eyes at the bonded pair.
Meanwhile Bright caught he breath and looked at San with just a touch of malice. "Well, San, if we're going to do this we're doing it right," Bright explained, regaining her air of forced maturity. "We remain out of our pokéballs and stay with you the entire time, and you're not to go anywhere without one of us escorting you."
"Yes 'Mother'," San huffed, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes again. Bright sneered at the remark.
"Yeah! We get to help Daku find his evolution stones!" Aiko cheered mirthfully.
"Do what now?" San asked bluntly, staring vacantly at the Kitsune. She took a few moments to register the statement, and then gaped with realization. "Oh! Right!"
Daku sighed and face palmed. "Somewhere along the line this ceased being about our evolution stones—"
"—And started being about her and her weird pokégirls." Dita finished, mimicking the tamer's pose.


Leon fell backward, landing roughly on his backside, thudding softly onto the grass of July Park. Keisuke had been 'training' him for a few hours now, and Leon was beginning to think the older Strife's definition of training included kicking his ass repeatedly until he learned the moves via 'firsthand' demonstrations. Thus the boy was left quite battered, though he was thankful that Keisuke was careful enough not to leave any lasting marks. After all, he had what some might consider a 'hot date' tonight.
Keisuke, having removed his coat and sword when they began, stared hard at Leon. "Is that the best you can do?" There was no taunt to the older brother's voice, only concern. "How do you expect to defend yourself from Team Rocket if that's all you can offer?"
Leon staggered to his feet, breathing heavily. His brother's words spurred him to stand and resume his training, though his body too worn out to carry on. Cheryl knew this, and the Cheetit raced over and held the boy back by the arm.
"Leon, you're exhausted," she told him. "Keisuke let him take a break."
The dark haired tamer nodded. "Very well." He waved Angel over. "Angel, help him get his second wind."
The Umbrea crossed over to Leon, who per Cheryl's prodding had resumed sitting on the grass. Good for Angel as she sat behind him, draping her arms around his neck. Blushing a bit, Leon noticed a distinct dark tint surround him as he was enveloped in a kind of 'egg of darkness.'
"It's just me 'Cocoon o' Darkness'," Angel explained, feeling him tense up with alarm. "I'm no' gonna 'urt ya."
Within seconds Leon could feel his aches subsiding and his stamina returning. "Ooh… that feels nice," was all he could comment as he lost himself in the pleasant feelings of the technique.
While Cheryl and Pyre watched all this casually, Lilith crawled over by Angel and Leon and stared hard at them, and if the white haired Umbrea didn't know better she would have sworn the Eva was jealous. Meditating on this while working on Leon she realized that what the Eva was really doing was copying her. They were both Evas when it came right down to it, and it seemed that the little squirrel/fox looked up to her. Thus she was trying to emulate the jealous 'death glares' she had seen the Umbrea shoot other females who looked at 'her Keisuke' the wrong way. It would almost be flattering if Lilith weren't mimicking behavior that Angel wasn't particularly proud of. Don't even mention that it may cause problems for Leon down the road.
Keisuke caught all this too, as there was little that escaped his keen perception. Deciding it best to occupy the Eva before these behaviors became ingrained on her he called her over. Obediently she stood and joined him.
"Lilith?" he began, the Eva acknowledging him with a nod. "Would you like to spar with me again, like we did in Fitness?" she nodded again, this time more forcefully.
Keisuke was impressed with how attentive she was. She was impressively intelligent for a feral-type, though not as smart as Pyre. Keisuke presumed the Charamanda had been worked over with one of the new educational T2 Machines, as that would account for her remarkable grasp of language (where the southern drawl came from he had no idea). However, those devices were rare and out of the group's price range, so Lilith's education would have to be done the old fashioned way. With a little work he could probably make a competent fighter.
Their sparing match began and Lilith came at Keisuke with all she had, throwing punches and kicks wildly. Just as the bespectacled tamer expected, there was no strategy or technique to her approach. It was all instinct and so it was a simple matter for him to doge everything she threw. He would have to work on that with her. Teaching her strategy would be difficult, but not impossible.
Lilith continued her fruitless random assault, and eventually Keisuke became bored enough with it that he began to tauntingly poke at her, not with pressure point techniques but with playfully annoying jabs. Narrowing her eyes, Lilith reached out with frustration and grabbed a hold of one of Keisuke's long forelocks. In a literal knee-jerk reaction from the pain of having his hair pulled, the tamer wound-up kneeing the Eva painfully in the stomach.
"Oniichan!" Leon shouted as Lilith backpedaled away, gripping her stomach painfully. Up until then he'd been watching the match casually but when his Eva was struck he sprang to his feet and raced to her side.
"Sorry, Lilith," Keisuke apologized to the feral Eva. "I wasn't paying attention and you caught me by surprise." The dark haired tamer smiled, genuinely impressed with her resourcefulness.
Leon was about to speak up but was cut off when Lilith stepped in front of him, ready to go again.
"Glutton for punishment, I see." Keisuke smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll have to take you more seriously."
The Eva nodded again.
Leon stood by and watched them for a moment, proud of his Lilith and the progress she had made. She was no longer ghastly thin like she had been when he first caught her. Three weeks of good food and her figure had filled out significantly, and while she wasn't near as voluptuous as Angel she was certainly much curvier and her breasts were even starting to move into the lower B-cup range. A glance at her harem-sister told him she was making similar progress, her ribs no longer visible and her bust now easily made a low C-cup.
Satisfied Leon walked back over to join the other pokégirls, finding himself a seat on the grass in front of the big bronze 'NurseJoy and OfficerJenny' statue. Angel seemed preoccupied with admiring the statue, and immediately after sitting down Leon noticed Pyre intently watching a Plussy and Miboobsy playing with a ball. He nodded at her, and she leap to her feet to join their game. Whence she was gone he turned to Cheryl, who was watching Lilith and Keisuke spar with intensity.
"They might be there for a while," he told her, drawing her attention to his smiling face.
"Yeah," she agreed absently. "Well, since I'm gonna be one of your pokégirls how 'bout you tell me more about yourself?"
"You're pretty forward," Leon said, smirking while resting his hands behind his head. "Honestly, there's not much to tell. You already know my brother, I got a sister who's traveling with us—you'll meet her later—our mom was a Dark Maiden and our dad, now retired, was the mayor of our hometown."
The Cheetit frowned at him. "That's not what I meant," she explained, her brow furrowed as though troubled. "I mean, why do you wanna be a tamer? What do you want outta life?"
Leon started to answer, then hesitated. He gave her question a lot of thought and finally sighed, looking down at the grass. "I haven't really thought about that," he said meekly. "Basically, when this all started I just wanted to get my rocks off, and maybe become a cool bad-ass tamer like Kei. But then Kei and San decided to tag along, saying they had to look out for me and what, and then…" he trailed off.
He thought back to his adventures over the passed three weeks, and they were adventures. Catching Lilith and Pyre, saving Thrill City from Team Rocket, riding a jet-fast airship, racing against Ziggy, befriending Daku, Dita, Jennifer Bluestone, Professors Cid, Washu, Adam and Morgan, and all the little things that happened in between, from beginning his studies in the Genki no Tekken style to joking around the campfire with his siblings and all their pokégirls. To think that all that had come from him being a horny punk too impatient to wait to get his yiff on…
He smiled and looked at her demurely. "I guess… I don't really know what I want…" he said miserably, doing his best to smile against his feeling of worthlessness. Cheryl put a paw on his shoulder, and the contact made feel a little better. "How about you? What did you want, besides to shack up with my brother's team?"
The Cheetit released his shoulder and stared down at the grass. "Well, I didn't know my parents, you see. I grew up all alone, but I knew enough about them to know that I had a high chance of Thresholding some day, so I spent a lot of time moping about that." A smile spread on her lips, and she raised her head, looking happily into Leon's eyes. "Then Kei offered me a spot on his team—offered to 'take care of me'—if I ever did Threshold, and for some reason that just made me so happy." She laughed softly. "At first I thought I had fallen in love with him, and that's why I felt so happy. He is very handsome, after all, and a skilled tamer, so I thought that if I had to be a pokégirl that joining his team would be the best thing I could hope for. But talking to you, Leon, hearing about your friends and family, I've realized what Kei was really offering me."
"'Really offering'?" Leon asked quizzically. "What was it?"
"A home…" she elaborated, a kind of sad smile on her face. "Kei knew that that was what I really wanted, what I really needed. To be surrounded by people who cared about me." She covered her mouth, trying to stifles another chortle as she added: "Even Angel managed to rein in her jealousy long enough to see I needed this, and went along with what Kei had said." She stopped, looked down and started tracing circles with her finger in the grass nervously. "You know, I'd still like that. To have people who care about me for more than just me being a fighting tool or a valued pet…"
"(…Or a sextoy)," Leon mentally filled in the blank of her pause, suddenly feeling like a heel for his original, selfish reasons for wanting to become a tamer.
He pursed his lips tightly; feeling a bit confused and conflicted. He had always heard that all pokégirls 'really' wanted was to please their masters, but Cheryl wanted more from her life. What she wanted was hardly 'the moon and the stars' but it was more than he would have first thought a pokégirl would desire and quite a bit more than some tamers would be willing to grant. Then again, she had been human once. Could it be that even Threshold couldn't erase one's heart? Their true self?
"You could still have that, if you want…" he began, tensely. She looked up at him, eyes wide and ears bolt upright, and he felt himself wilting under her gaze. "I mean…" he stammered, biting his lip. "If you want… you could join our family…"
She stared at him hard, eyes like saucers as a bright and joyful smile slowly spread its way across her face. Leon laughed, finding her joy contagious. "Heh, Forget 'welcome to Team Strife'," he said flippantly. "Welcome to the Strife family!"
He extended a hand to her, and she sat up and took it, looking on the boy with admiration and wonder. She had originally planned to just shake it, but the sheer emotion of the moment took her, and she threw herself into his arms, embracing him affectionately. After a warm moment she drew back tentatively and looked into his eyes, a blush coming to her face.
"Sorry," she apologized. "I'm not usually this…"
"Clingy?" the boy offered with a chuckle. "S'okay. This is an emotional scene."
"Ototo?" Both of them were brought to attention, and they looked over to find a blasé Keisuke standing over a collapsed Lilith.
"Oniichan!" Leon shouted crossly.
"She's fine. She's just exhausted." Keisuke waved his brother down.
Leon sighed, pulling out the Eva's pokéball and recalling her. "I guess that means it's my turn again," he asked mirthlessly.
"Both of you," the eldest Strife informed, pointing at the Cheetit, who gave him a look of shock, her tail bristling.
Leon shot her a glance and took her hand, placating her. Together they stood and trudged over to Keisuke. "Can you go easy on us, Oniichan? I'm still a little sore and I don't think Cheryl has any formal training."
"Sorry, Ototo. Team Rocket won't be going easy on you, and neither will I." The dark haired tamer smirked.


"Oh, towheaded girl!"
San grimaced, for she knew who that was. "(Oh God! Not him again…)"
Sure enough, Tatewaki Kuno came running up to her and her group, silhouetted against the sun setting behind him. Instantly upon seeing him San's party all took up defensive positions around her. Kuno backed away cautiously as he watched all the pokégirls bare their teeth to him.
"What do you want?" San asked gruffly, narrowing her eyes at the kendoist. "I would have thought you'd have learned your lesson the first time, but I guess you Kunos are thickheaded."
"Please, my lady, I only wish to make amends for my behavior earlier today," Kuno lied, and fairly transparently.
Still, San—like her brothers—was an optimist, and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Okay, say I believe you. What're you going to do about it?" she asked coldly.
Unbeknownst to any of them, San had caught the eye of a rather shady looking tamer. As her line of defenders was preoccupied with Kuno, none of them noticed this man advancing on San's unprotected back. "You're mine, you cute Megami!" the louse of a tamer declared as he hurled a pokéball at the girl.
Kuno reacted instantly. With dexterity born from years of his training in the Etchikenryuu style he broke through the line of stunned pokégirls and in one motion pulled San out of the way of the projectile and caught it! Drawing his trusty bokken off his belt he flipped the sphere into the air and swatted it with his wood-sword like a baseball. The red and white orb plowed the jerk-hole tamer square in the face, and as he reeled backwards from the impact Kuno advanced on him and soundly thrashed him in the gut with his bokken. A strangled groan died in his throat as he went limp, and Kuno let him fall to the ground in a heap.
San, Daku and all the pokégirls had no idea what to say. Here was a jerk who only hours earlier was trying to take away their dear friend and valued teammate, and now he had just saved her from someone trying to do the same. Can a Leopardess really change her spots in such a short time?
Kuno sheathed his bokken and bowed before San, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. "Dear towheaded girl, do you believe me now?"
San wasn't quite sure what to say, and she fumbled with her words to respond. "I-uh… I guess…"
Daku however, wasn't impressed. "If you really wanna make it up to her you can tell us where those Rockets are!" he said curtly.
"They stole Mister Alien's evolution stones," Dita explained to the kendoist.
"WHY, THOSE DESPICABLE CADS!" Kuno screamed to the heavens, causing San's entire party and any pokégirl with sensitive hearing within a mile to cover their ears painfully.
"Yeah, he calls them 'despicable cads' meanwhile they were on his side earlier today," the alien-tamer observed, finding his rabbit-like ears difficult to cover completely.
"This guy's moodier than a menstruating Gynadose, huh Mister Alien?" Dita added, her large Cabbit ears proving even more difficult to shield.
"While I don't know their current whereabouts," Kuno explained in a more reasonable volume, prompting everyone to uncover their ears. "I WILL JOIN YOU AND SEE TO IT THAT THIS WRONG IS RIGHTED, FOR I CANNOT HELP BUT TO FEEL THAT I AM SOMEHOW RESPONSIBLE!"
When the ringing finally left their ears they had time to register Kuno's promise, and they all groaned collectively.
"I think I liked him better when he was a big jerk, huh Mister Alien?" Dita admitted, tapping the side of her head sharply as if to shake the last of Kuno's shout from it.
"As opposed ta him being a 'big jerk' whose trying to be our friend?" Daku added, huffing at the kendoist. "(And the reason you feel responsible is because you are, ya idiot!)"
Stepping away from the kendoist, the group formed a huddle to converse privately.
"At least he's trying to be helpful," Aiko offered.
"Help like his we need like we need a hole in the head," Bright stated. "San, honey, you're not thinking of taking him up on his offer? He can't be trusted."
San mused over this for a moment, then shrugged. "What's the worst that could happen?" she asked.
"Those're famous last words, girl," Violet pointed out.
"Look, gang," San began sternly, shooting each member of their band a grim look. "It's getting late. Any girl out on the streets after dark on Sadie Pokén's Day is considered fair game. While I know you'll all do your best to protect me, one more defender couldn't hurt. Besides, if those Rockets have used any of Daku's stones then we're gonna need the extra muscle, so I think we should go for it."
They all sighed collectively.
"Well, Sanny, if you think so," Kané said halfheartedly.
They broke their huddle and all glared hard at the Blue Thunder. "Alright, you can come with us," San spoke for the rest of the group. Kuno went wide-eyed with elation.
Aiko huffed. "But try any funny stuff and you'll have to answer to me!" she explained coldly, adding a 'MOOF!' for good measure.
Kuno puffed up his chest and patted a hand over his heart. "I shall be a perfect gentleman!" he declared vehemently.
As they began to move away San's keen ears picked up a low painful groan, and then she noticed that louse of a tamer from just a moment ago still lying facedown and barely conscious on the street. Whimsically, she ran up behind him and planted her foot firmly between his legs, delighting in the high-pitched shriek that escaped his mouth and raddled several windowpanes. When she rejoined the group she noted the nervous stares she was getting from Daku and especially Kuno, who knew all too well the terror of that foot. She shot them a look that told them in no uncertain terms to be on their best behavior… or else!


Keisuke sighed. As he and Angel rode on his hover-bike through the darkened streets of July, tailing a few feet behind Leon and Cheryl on the boy's hover-board, his thoughts drifted to their hotheaded sister and how she had gone off on her own. The dark haired tamer groaned with annoyance at the girl's recklessness. He had originally allowed her to join this journey to help keep an eye on their immature and impetuous brother, but she was proving to be just as much of a headache as he was. Still, since her pokégirls as well as Daku and Dita were nowhere to be found Keisuke assumed they were with her, and he conceded that she should be safe enough with them.
Out in front Leon bobbed and weaved on his board, all the while happily humming Livin' on a Prayer.
"You sure seem happy to see this pokégirl again," Cheryl observed, smiling at Leon's youthful playfulness. "What's that tune you're humming?"
"Just something my mom used to sing to me when I was a kid," he said, smiling at her but hoping she'd leave it at that.
Perhaps she could sense his unwillingness to push the subject, for she just hugged him tighter as they rounded a corner, resting her heard on his back. "You'll have to teach it to me so I can sing it to you," was all she said on the matter. He nodded appreciatively.
Before long they had arrived at the banquet hall, the elegant building illuminated brightly was in stark contrast to the dimly lit city streets. With boyish excitement Leon leapt from his broad and ran for the entrance, leaving Cheryl to re-capsulate it and trail after. Just before she entered, she glanced at Keisuke and Angel, who sat on the now parked hover-bike but were making no motion to follow.
"Coming?"
The bespectacled tamer shook his head. "You go on ahead. We'll be here if you need us."
Cheryl chanced a glance at Angel, the Umbrea giving her tamer a look that said: 'Yeah, you better stay put!' Shaking it off, the Cheetit quickly followed her exuberant tamer.
Once inside she understood Angel's jealousy. This year there seemed to be an inverse disproportion of tamers to pokégirls, making the competition for the good ones fierce. If the league-famous Kei the Blade were to step foot in here he'd likely be mobbed by a ton of rabid fangirls.
"So where's that Muffgoose you were looking for?" she asked Leon, trying to ignore the looks he was getting. Some of the 'girls were looking at him like fresh meat on a hook, figuratively speaking of course.
"Uh… huh?" Leon on the other hand was soaking up the attention and loving it. "Oh right!" he shook his senses clear and looked around. "There she is!" he pointed over to the mostly white fur covered form slumped over at the open bar; an electric guitar leaned beside her chair.
Cheryl took a good long look at the Muffgoose and shook her head. "Are you sure? She doesn't look all that great."
"Trust me, she's amazing!" Leon said confidently, strolling over to the bar and taking a seat next to the half passed out pokégirl. "Ziggy? Remember me?"
The inebriated Muffgoose raised her head, smacking her lips noisily. She reached for her half finished drink and downed it in one gulp before answering. "Sure I's remember ya, guv'," she replied before falling over. Leon caught her as she fell; she looked at him and smiled with squinted eyes. "Sorry, guv'. I been gettin' meself piss-drunk while I's was waitin' for ya'."
Ziggy arched an eyebrow at the Cheetit who was clicking her tongue disapprovingly at her. "Whaddaya want, love? That's wha' we Muffgooses do. We's gets ourselves piss-drunk, we's eats 'til we's burst, and sometimes we's even get ourselves high as kites."
Leon groaned disapprovingly. "I didn't know you'd be such a high-maintenance 'girl," he told her.
"It's our lifestyle, guv'. Live fast, die young, and leave a big fat corpse, just like a true rocker!" Ziggy explained as though it were the most natural thing. "But core blimey, guv'! It's worth it, 'cause we Muffgooses is regular sex-kittens, we is!"
"Well, that's certainly a plus!" Leon said with giddy excitement, the Muffgoose sneering devilishly at him.
"Uh, Leon?" Cheryl leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Shouldn't we tell her about your 'unique' arrangement?"
"Not just yet," he whispered back harshly. "With Oniichan waiting outside I bet I could coax her into a back room and get in my first real taming without him ever knowing. We can tell her after that."
Cheryl was incensed at his callousness and just as incensed that he'd take his first taming from this euro-trash of a pokégirls. "(Just when I thought I found myself a nice tamer he turns out to be just as pervy as all the rest!)" she sighed. "(Well, no one's perfect, I guess. Besides, he's got a good heart. With a little refinement he could be another Ash Saotome, in terms of empathy anyway.)" The Cheetit bristled then, feeling a determination she had rarely known fill her. "(And he needs a pokégirl who'll take care of him, not just fight for him, if he's going to cross that threshold. On the other hand, horny pokégirls like that Muffgoose will just be a bad influence on him. I can't let her join our team, no matter what!)"
She inhaled deeply, and with a rambling speed only a swift pokégirl like herself could muster she blurted out: "Leon-is-an-underage-unlicensed-tamer-and-if-you-join-up-with-him-you-ca n't-be-tamed-by-him-and-have-to-get-you're-taming-through-your-harem-sister s-or-through-pressure-points!"
As Cheryl wheezed to catch her breath she received a blank stare from the Muffgoose and a look from Leon like that of a child who'd just been tattled on.
Ziggy blinked slowly, trying to wrap her mind around all that information at once. "Core blimey…" was the only response she could muster.
"(That should drive her off!)" Cheryl thought superiorly before she noticed her tamer's forlorn expression.
Leon hung his head shamefully. "I guess you won't wanna be coming with me…" he said despondently, making Cheryl feel just a little guilty about ratting him out.
"(I sorry)," she thought miserably. "(But this is for the best… for both of us…)"
"'Old on there, guv'. I's didn't say that," the Muffgoose told him suddenly, making the Cheetit start with surprise.
"(Damn! I would have thought that'd be enough to drive her off!)"
"You'll join my team then?" the bandana-wearing boy asked with mounting hopefulness, oblivious to Cheryl's attempts to derail this recruitment.
"Well, dealing with this setup 'ill be a ickle 'ard for someone as yiffy as me, but I's a Threshold 'girl, damn it! And there's is more ta pokégirls like us than just powers, submissiveness and being constantly 'orny!" she declared vehemently. "As I's told ya, I'm a rocker, or at least 'ope ta be someday. That dream is more important to me than sex, more important than anythin', and that's where you come in, mate."
Leon pointed a finger at himself, blinking blankly. "What do I have to do with that?"
Ziggy crossed her arms over her impressive chest, smiling knowingly. "Remember when I's said I'd have a 'special challenge' for ya? Well, that challenge is: can you 'elp me be a true rocker someday, one bigger than Mineko an' the Pussycats?"
Leon had to think about that one. This was quite a tall order, far more than what Cheryl had asked for, and he wasn't sure he was up to the task. Silently he wondered if every Threshold 'girl he'd run into would ask him for things before they'd let him capture them, and upon thinking that he saw the wisdom in only catching ferals and buying domestics who didn't know any better from pokéranches. Still, in his heyday Keisuke had had a team of domestics and Threshold 'girls, and since Leon knew that Kei would never catch a Threshold 'girl against her will then that would mean the eldest Strife would have had to have run into situations like this and found a way to appease his 'girls. "(If he can do it, I can do it!)"
"Deal!" he said aloud, confidently. "I'll do everything I can to make you a star!"
"Great! There's just one more ickle thing." When a Cheshire Cat grin creped its way across Ziggy's face Leon swallowed hard, looking at her a little worriedly. "Sing f'er me, guv'. Ya gotta be a good singer if y'er gonna be me tamer."
"(Sing?)" Leon arched an eyebrow, unsure if she was serious or not. Well, she was a musically inclined pokégirl, so it did seem logical for her to be into guys who can sing. The question was, what to sing? He rested his cheek in his palm and thought for a moment before the perfect song to sing hit him. Standing, he struck a pose like that of a classical opera singer, and in a voice that he found surprisingly beautiful for himself, he sang:

She says we've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love—we'll give it a shot!

Ziggy's eyes grew as wide as saucers and her mouth gaped, Cheryl wore a similar face, and all around tamers and pokégirls halted what they were doing and glared at the young scarred tamer like he'd just spontaneously grown a second head. Their cumulative expressions and attention gave Leon pause, and he shrunk back.
"That bad, huh?" he asked sheepishly.
A slow clapping began to ring out, and at first Leon thought it was meant sarcastically. But then it started to grow louder, and shortly thereafter more hands join in. Before long, the hall was filled with applause, and the expressions of the two pokégirls who stood before him turned from awestruck gawks to wide, amazed smiles.
"Leon… that was beautiful…" the Cheetit breathed with wonder.
"Core blimey, guv'… I think I'm in love!" the Muffgoose agreed.
Ziggy stood and immediately keeled over forward, the applause halting as she fell. Nimbly Leon swept forward and caught her, and she took the opportunity to wrap her arms around him tightly. Smiling a cheeky grin the Muffgoose slapped her hands hard on Leon's rear, chuckling along with a few sparse sniggers from the crowd as he yelped with surprise. She stood up on tiptoes to reach his ear, leaning her muzzle in as she whispered something that quickened the boy's pulse.
"Fuck me… right 'ere…"
Leon swallowed hard, glanced at Cheryl—who had nothing to offer him in the way of a comforting or encouraging face—and swallowed hard again. As Ziggy began massaging his bum and nibbling his earlobe he kept one arm wrapped around her while rubbing his scarred eye nervously. Unconsciously the hand that was caressing the Muffgoose drifted southward until before he knew it he was mimicking the same treatment she was giving him on her furry posterior. He was hard instantly, and desperately hoped that he could convince her to slip into the back, away from prying eyes and the icy glare his tan haired Cheetit was giving him.
"That kid is in for it now," said a woman at the head of the crowd. She had wild green hair and a pair of sais hooked onto her belt. "Muffgooses love a tamer who can sing well."
"Oh please! He wasn't all that good, and I should know. I am a Diva, after all," added her shorter companion, a scowling beauty who was dressed quite elegantly, adorned with many glittering pieces of jewelry on her neck and wrist. "Hmph! He's not much to look at, either!" she added conceitedly.
Ziggy narrowed her eyes crossly at this new 'girl. There was no way she was gonna let anyone talk like that about her new tamer. "Well, 'oo the 'ell do ya think you is??" she demanded, breaking away from Leon, stomping over and staring down this bratty 'girl right in the eye.
"My real name is too good for plebeians like you," the new 'girl told them coldly. "'Diva' is good enough for you." She huffed mockingly. "I heard your little rant as well as his 'little ditty,' and I gotta tell ya, I'm not impressed! I'm the only musical pokégirl in the world who's good enough to surpass Mineko and the Pussycats! Drop the loser and play your cards right and maybe I'll let you play rhythm section for me, eh 'Wu?"
"Madam, I have a name," the green haired woman, 'Wu' said respectfully though with barely restrained contempt.
Diva shot her companion an icy glare. "I have dozens of servants, 'Wu. Do you really think I can be bothered to remember all their names?" she said with dripping conceit.
Cheryl immediately leapt forward and placed a hand on Ziggy's shoulder, the Cheetit fearing that in her inebriated state her new (and unwanted) harem-sister would pick a fight with the conceited pokégirl.
Leon stepped forward also, taking a place beside his two pokégirls. "Hey Miss, listen." He rubbed the back of his head, blushing a bit as he fumbled to find the right words. "See, I'm kindda puttin' together a band (as it seems) and, well, we could use a Diva. Wanna join up?"
Sure, she was mean, but she was also really cute. Besides, if he was going to keep his promise to Ziggy then she'd need band mates, and right now the only one on his roster who would even have a chance would be Cheryl, not that he knew if she had any musical talent."(Well, she talked about singing for me so maybe…)"
Diva scoffed again. "Yeah, like I'd ever shack up with a talentless Muffgoose and her homely tamer! I mean, what?? Was your mom a Trollop or somethin'?"
Now, Leon was a horn-dog, this even he would admit. Every time he saw a pretty face and a sexy body he melted, and this was certainly the case with Diva when he first saw her. However, there was one thing that you simply DID NOT do, no matter how cute you were, and that was insult a man's dead mother.
Leon wasn't sure when exactly it'd happened, for in his anger he'd blacked out for a few seconds, but when he came to his fist was extended and Diva was lying flat on her back. He blanched at first, but shook it off. She'd had it coming.
"Pop always said, 'You should never hit a lady,' but Diva, you're no lady!" he said haughtily, shooting his pokégirls a confident but kind smile. "Sorry you ladies had to see that."
Both Ziggy and Cheryl were a bit troubled when they saw the young scarred tamer strike out in anger, but that smile eased their worries instantly. "Heh, you show me a pokégirl 'oo doesn't get a ickle randy watcher 'er man kick some arse, and I'll show you a Psi-dyke!" the Muffgoose laughed, noting that, while helping her mistress back to her feet, 'Wu seemed in no hurry to pay Leon back for striking her.
Diva stood, shaking with fury. "You… YOU…!" she stammered, rubbing her sore cheek. "Do you have any idea who I am??"
"Well, let's find out!" Leon retorted, grinning superiorly as he flipped out his pokédex. "I'm curious to see if all Divas are as stuck up as you!"
"*PING*Farfuck'd: the Delusional Pokégirl." Imagine his surprise when his 'dex spat out that tidbit of info.
Within seconds his, Cheryl's and Ziggy's cheeks were puffed out as they tried futilely to hold in a flood of laughter, and when they could hold it no longer the mocking guffaws rang out so hard and loud as to echo throughout the banquet hall, quickly joined by those of the crowd of tamers and pokégirls around them.
"That pokédex is wrong!" 'Diva' shouted, growing red in the face from a mix of anger and embarrassment. "I'm a Diva, damn it! A DI—VA!"
Leon and company were laughing so hard tears were forming in their eyes. Even 'Wu was caught sniggering a little.
"Shut up right now!" Conversely, Diva was positively livid. "My daddy's rich, damn it! Rich enough to give me anything I want! If you all don't stop laughing right now I'll have your heads on my wall!"
"Bring it!" Leon knew that voice. Looking up he found his sister San approaching, flanked closely by her pokégirls, Daku, Dita and—
"Kuno!" Instantly Leon reached for his sword while Ziggy took up her guitar. Kuno drew back but before it could come to blows San raised her hand and flagged them all down.
"It's okay, Ototo. Believe it or not, Kuno's actually here to help," the blonde girl informed her brother.
"Indeed. Now what seems to be the trouble," the kendoist inquired.
Before anyone could answer him an explosion rocked the banquet hall. Amidst the dust and sputtering coughs Leon could make out a pair of sniggering silhouettes who appeared at a newly created hole in the sidewall.
"Prepare for trouble, we're new and improved!" said one, the masculine of the pair.
"Make it double, nobody move!" said the more feminine one.
"To relieve the world of virtuous fools!"
"To bring all peoples under our rule!"
"To denounce the evils of Truth and Love!"
"To extend our reach to the stars above!"
The duo stepped forward, revealing the familiar visages of Team Strife's bane, Jonah and Hexx. They stood back to back, soon joined by their mascot Trixie as she leaped over their heads, landing before them and striking a pose.
"Team Rocket! Of Kindness and Mercy we are bereft!" the Rockets said in chorus. "Oppose us and you shall meet your death!"
"Loca! That's right!" the Trixie finished.
"I thought Team Rocket might show up here," San said, placing her hands inside her hakuma sleeves and crossing them over her chest. "They're pokégirl thieves, so logically they'd go where there're lots of pokégirls."
"Ha! So these are the fiends you seek, dear lady?" Kuno asked, drawing his bokken and leveling it against the Rockets.
"Umm, you should know. They were your partners just a few hours ago," she replied, rolling her eyes at the Etchikenryuu master who gave little indication that he had even heard her.
"Hmph! They're not too bright, are they? Busting into a hall packed with tamers and pokégirls," Daku asserted, a smug half-smile on his face. "They're liable to get their asses kicked!"
"Oh, don't worry, twerps. We came prepared," Hexx laughed, holding up a remote control of some kind. "Nobody try to be a hero, we've got this place wired to blow." The crowd collectively gasped in shock and disbelief.
"Are they serious?" Cheryl asked, trembling a bit.
"Not sure," Leon answered, shaking his head. "They've used explosives before so I know they're proficient with them." He scowled grimly. "They may seem like goofs, but they're dangerous. Everyone stay on your toes!"
Jonah pulled out his cell phone and called up a picture Boss Giovanni had mailed him. Comparing it to pokégirl after pokégirl he finally came to Diva and found a match. "That's our target," he told Hexx, pointing out the Farfuck'd to her.
Hexx narrowed her gaze on the target pokégirl. "You! The Farfuck'd—"
"—I'M A DIVA!" Diva cut in lividly.
"Ow! Must you shout in my ear?" said Kuno, picking his ear canal with his pinky.
Jonah arched an eyebrow at the kendoist. "Talk about the pot callin' the kettle black…" he trailed off.
"ANYWAY you're coming with us!" Hexx declared at Diva.
The Farfuck'd scoffed at them. "You obviously have no idea who I am," she stated snootily, turning to her servant. "'Wu, get rid of this refuse!" The Amazon-type stepped forward, drawing her sais.
With their trademark superior sniggers Hexx drew a pokéball off her belt and chucked it forward, and Skye the Griffon appeared in full and fearsome battle-form. A sight to behold, her body was long and lean, though one could easily see the raw power in her frame. Her mane bristled with her battle eagerness, standing up against her light fur and out against her dark hair, falling to just long enough to frame her face and offset her blue eyes that looked much fiercer than they had when she was a Catgirl.
'Wu took one look at the cat/bird pokégirl and dropped her sais in shock and awe. "Fuck it! The Master doesn't pay me enough for this shit!" she shouted as she dashed from the banquet hall like a bat outta Hell.
Team Strife all blinked collectively. "Well, that was pointless…" Leon stated.
"Look, Mister Alien!" Dita shouted, pointing out the Rocket Griffon. "This mean—"
"—They did steal our e-stones!" Daku cut in, still finishing his partner's thoughts.
Ignoring the Cabbit and her tamer's continuing confusion, Leon drew his katana while San pulled out more sutras. "We'll just have ta kick their asses and get them back," said the boy, his sister nodding with him.
As Skye the Griffon advanced on them a dark energy bolt flew out and stuck her in the side, enveloping her in a dust cloud. Before she had recovered from this initial blow Keisuke ran out and slammed her in the face with a chakra-charged punch, then quickly leapt clear as she recovered quickly and swiped at him, Angel levitating down from above and joining him.
"Oniichan!" Leon and San cheered as their brother joined them.
"Kei the Blade!" Jonah howled angrily. "Since you missed the 'don't be a hero' speech I'll repeat it: This hall is wired to blow so don't be a hero!"
"Damn!" Keisuke cursed, Angel scowling at the Rockets.
"So whadda we do now, Master Jonah?" Loca asked her tamer. "Do we blow the hall and take out Kei the Blade and the rest of the twerps."
Jonah shook his head. "We're Team Rocket, not BAHRAM. We don't kill unless we have to," he told her coldly, as if incensed by the comparison. "Let's just get the target and breeze outta here. We'll deal with Kei the Blade and the other twerps if they try to follow us."
"Gotcha!" acknowledged Hexx, enlarging a pokéball from her pocket and hurling it at Diva…
…Which struck her and bounced off harmlessly. Team Rocket gaped, flabbergasted and unsure as to what went wrong.
"Ha!" Diva scoffed, holding up her arm to display a bracelet that, compared to the rest of the jewelry she was wearing, was quite plain. "Did you really think I'd come to July on Sadie Pokén's Day without one of these."
"An Anti-Capture Bracer… very clever," Keisuke praised.
"Thanks," Diva replied, smiling her best while winking at the dark haired tamer.
Leon face palmed. "Yeah, of course she makes nice with Oniichan…"
"We'll have to do this the old fashioned way," Jonah observed as he called out Misato and his new Succubus, Jura.
"Oh," Jura sighed as she stretched. "At last! A chance to show off my beauty!"
"Get over yourself!" Jonah hissed as he tossed her and Misato a dyno-cap. Shrugging, Jura activated it and found it to be a steel net launcher.
The Succubus smiled fiendishly, giving a glace to her Minotaura harem-sister. "Let's reel her in!" she declared, taking up the weapon.
With Skye keeping Team Strife and the rest of the crowd at bay, Jura took careful aim, lining Diva up perfectly in the sights before firing. As the net sailed toward its target, Diva panicked and grabbed the nearest thing to her, which unfortunately for San was she. Both females were wrapped up in the net and with a hard tug Jonah, Misato and Jura flung them across the room, bringing them to rest at Team Rocket's feet.
"IMOTOUCHAN!" cried Keisuke worriedly.
"TOWHEADED GIRL!" shouted Kuno with equal concern.
Both young men rushed forward with reckless abandon, their vision tunneled so that they could not see the deadly Griffon standing before them, but only the captive girl they both cared about beyond it.
"Beloved! Dun'!" Angel cried, trying to stop her tamer but missing by mere millimeters.
"Shit!" Leon cursed. "Cheryl, do something before Oniichan gets himself killed!"
The Cheetit didn't stop to respond, racing forward passed the two hasty tamers and crashing into the Griffon with all her speed. As she wrestled with the cat/bird Keisuke and Kuno leapt clear over them both and continued charging for the Rockets.
As they drew in close Hexx raised the detonator switch to threaten them with it, but Kuno took care of that with a shockwave from his bokken, knocking the switch from her hand and out of reach. Keisuke followed this up by slamming his sword hilt into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her and she slumped painfully to the floor. Once things started to get heated Loca decided to retreat back into her pokéball, as battle was not her strong suit. Grumbling about his cowardly Trixie, Jonah drew out his axe and attacked Keisuke with all his might; the two blocking and trading blows as Kuno ran passed them both and attack the Minotaura and Succubus.
Meanwhile Skye had wrestled Cheryl off of her and threw her aside. Seeing her mistress and her partner under attack she turned to race to their aide only to have Dita and Daku leap onto her back. "You're a bad, bad pokégirl!" declared Dita agitatedly as she and her tamer held onto the Griffon's wings as tightly as they could.
Skye thrashed about wildly, trying to throw them off of her, and while the Cabbit and alien kept her busy Leon and Ziggy ran over to Cheryl while Aiko, Bright, Kané and Violet ran passed the thrashing Griffon to the aide of their friend and tamer.
"You alright?" the bandana-wearing boy asked the Cheetit.
"I'll tell you when the room stops spinning…" she responded, her eyes looking dizzy and unfocused.
"Leon!" The scarred boy looked up and found his good friend Officer Jennifer Bluestone running up to him. "You guys okay?"
"More or less," he replied.
She smiled at him. "Don't worry. I've called for backup. They should be here any minute." Then she looked up and scowled, drawing her gun. "The crowds getting restless. I'll need you to keep those Rockets busy while I evacuate them."
"Core blimey! Shouldn't we all just rush 'em?" Ziggy offered, ready for a fight.
Jennifer shook her head. "If the mob rushes them there's too much chance that a stray attack will set off the bombs. Better a small strike force like you guys keep them busy until everyone's safe."
"Better rely on me then, Leon," Cheryl advised as she watched the tamer reach for his pokéballs. "Feral-borns like Lilith and Pyre aren't exactly known for exercising restraint."
"Gotcha," the boy nodded to her, replacing the 'balls on his belt. "You sit this one out, too Ziggy. You're just too drunk to fight."
"Too drunk? Why, ain't you never 'eard o' Drunken Boxin', guv'?" the mongoose-pokégirl asked indignantly, her speech slurred considerably. "I could still whip 'em! Just let me at 'em!"
"Ziggy, he's right," Cheryl assured, shaking her head at the Muffgoose. "Just leave this one to Leon and me."
Ziggy shrugged off her hand. "O' all—right!" she said begrudgingly. "But ol' Ziggy ain't completely useless. Watch this, guv's!" Taking up her guitar, Ziggy strummed out a note and shouted: "Battle Song!"
As her nimble clawed fingers tickled the strings of her guitar, belting out a melodious and complicated tune, Leon and Cheryl found themselves outlined with a glowing light blue aura. As he looked at his glowing hands in awe he felt a surge of power rush through him, and he suddenly felt like he could do anything. Looking at Cheryl he found the Cheetit with a gleam in her eye that seemed to say to him, 'I'm ready to kick some ass!'
He grinned fearlessly. "Let's do this!" he declared, leveling his sword at Skye and charging, followed closely by Cheryl.
"You be careful, guv'!" Ziggy warned as they raced forward, still skillfully strumming her guitar.
"I'll leave this to you!" Jennifer cheered them on as she dashed into the crowd. "Be careful, and give 'em hell!"
Elsewhere Kuno was somehow fending off Misato and Jura single handedly, giving Aiko and her harem-sisters enough time to untangle San and Diva from the net. Seeing his target escaping Jonah made a break for her only to be blocked by Keisuke, who swung at the Rocket's weapon, knocking the axe from his hand. Disarmed, Jonah found no option but to retreat as Keisuke's sword came slashing at him with frightening speed.
Misato abandoned her battle with Kuno to give chase on the Farfuck'd and was rightly jumped by San's harem. When Kuno turned to aide the Four fire-types Jura caught him from behind and sunk her fangs into his neck, rending him unconscious with an Energy Drain attack. Throwing his limp body aside, she left her Minotaura harem-sister to fend for herself against San's pokégirls as she ran to the aide of her new tamer. Though she was hesitant to admit it that first taming they had shared earlier that day was quite a ride, and had endeared her to the male Rocket.
Misato smashed her way through San's defending line like only a cow-pokégirl could, and after batting the Strife sister aside grabbed a hold of Diva and ripped the Anti-Capture Bracer from her wrist painfully. That done, she tossed the Farfuck'd in her tamer's direction moments before being tackled to the ground by a group assault from San's team. Jonah, now having an opening as Jura kept Keisuke busy, whipped out a pokéball and quickly captured the target pokégirl.
The crowded hall was quickly emptying as Jennifer Bluestone went about her work, and as he fended off the Rockets' Griffon for her Leon learned that while Ziggy's Battle Song may have augmented his and Cheryl's strength, the resulting feeling of invincibility he got from it was only that, a feeling. With a mighty Wing Buffet attack Skye flung Daku and Dita off her back, the winds catching Leon and Cheryl and sending both pairs sailing clear to opposite sides of the room. Dita was knocked into unconsciousness on impact, her tamer fussing over her as he carried her to safety. The boy and the Cheetit were hardly in any better shape.
A moment later Angel sailed into Skye's face and went at her hand to hand, launching a flurry of punches and kicks at her. The Umbrea was loathed to use any of her projectile attacks after learning that there were possibly explosives in the building. However, hand-to-hand was not her forte, and she quickly found herself being soundly thrashed by Skye's superior strength.
"Skye! Forget about them!" Jonah ordered, the unconscious Hexx draped over his shoulder. "We've got the target! Let's blast outta here!"
Keisuke, who'd been fending off Jura the blonde Succubus as best he could, turned and hurled his sword at the male Rocket, his skillful aim grazing Jonah's belt and knocking Diva's pokéball off of it. With his back to her, Jura tried to grab him from behind as she had done with Kuno, but made the mistake of grabbing the collar of his coat, thus he simply slipped out of it and retaliated with a backwards roundhouse kick. Before she had even recovered she found herself tackled by an irate Angel, shaking off her beating from Skye and ever ready to defend her beloved tamer from the likes of the Rocket Succubus.
Cursing under his breath, Jonah reached to retrieve the Farfuck'd's pokéball only to have it kicked away by none other than San. Aiko and the other's combined had Misato on the ropes, leaving the Strife sister free to deal with the male Rocket, who watched the 'ball bounce once and pop open, releasing the captive snooty pokégirl.
"Run for it!" San commanded, drawing her sutras and squaring off against an irate Jonah.
Diva was only too happy to oblige but had the misfortune to run right into Skye. She screamed frightfully as the Griffon descended on her, gripping her tightly in her claws. Keisuke was the first to race to her aide, but was quickly batted away by one of Skye's powerful wings. Leon watched his brother get swatted like a fly and swallowed hard.
Diva screamed for help again, and then Cheryl turned to the young almost-tamer, pushing on his shoulder to shake him from his fretful daze. "Leon? Should we try to help her?" she asked, not exactly relishing the idea of racing headlong against the Griffon again.
Leon shook his head dismally. "I guess so. She may be a brat, but she's in danger and she needs our help."
He paused, watching his brother stagger painfully to his feet, and then an idea hit him. "We gotta do something about her wings, first. Not to mention get Diva away from her," he said to the Cheetit, standing and holding his katana at the ready. "I'll take care of that part. You stand by and when I give you the signal you hit her with Tornado Run!"
He didn't wait for conformation, he just charged seemingly recklessly at the Griffon, the Battle Song aura he was bathed in shining brightly as he ran at her. Skye, in the near-feral mind state of her battle form, didn't register how insane Leon's charge seemed, only that he was an enemy and that he had to be dealt with, and as her hands were literally full she used another appendage, her wings, sweeping them to swat the bandana-wearing boy away as she had done his brother. Leon was expecting this, however, and when the wing slammed into him he grabbed on and rode it. Skye flapped her wing furiously trying to shake him off but Leon wasn't giving. Finally when he found an opening he drew his sword back and stabbed it into the meatiest part of her wing he could find. With a feral roar of pain Skye jerked suddenly and dropped the squirming Diva, who wasted no time in scurrying away once free.
"Now!" Leon cried, still holding onto the bleeding wing for dear life.
Cheryl surged forward with all her speed, dashing around the Griffon so quickly that she became a golden blur. Leon could feel the surging winds she generated buffeting both him and Skye, throwing her off balance. Pulling his bloodied sword from her wing and sheathing it he quickly grabbed the Griffon by both wings and, bracing his legs against the small of her back, pulled back, using the shearing force of the Tornado Run as leverage to pull the enemy pokégirl into a rearward fall.
"Cheryl! Kick her into the air!" he ordered as he fell off Skye's back and landed on all fours.
Following the directive Cheryl went into a slide, using the momentum of her speed-run to skid under her opponent. She launched a powerful kick into the Griffon's back, the blow sending her sailing upward, helpless to right herself as her damaged wing could hardly move.
"Ziggy! Launch me!" Leon threw himself from all fours into a spinning backward flip, and the Muffgoose barely had enough time to register his order as she cast her guitar aside and readied her hands to catch him. He landed perfectly in them, his feet in her palms and his hands braced against her upper arms. Straining against his weight Ziggy heaved him up, and he shot out his legs like coiled springs in time with her heave, rocketing him into the air and sending him soaring up and pass the Griffon. As gravity began to drag Leon earthward he flipped in midair and fell headfirst, his arms crossed in front of him.
"Hawk's Barrage!" He collided with Skye as he plummeted, striking her right in the gut and knocking the wind out of her. Together they fell, finally slamming into the floor, the impact driving Leon's arms deeper into her stomach until he was sure he heard her ribs crack under the pressure. Skye groaned painfully before going limp, slipping into unconsciousness as Leon keeled over onto his back on top of her, panting heavily as he had now exerted himself to his limits twice in the same day.
San and Jonah had dropped what they were doing and watched in awe as Leon dispatched the Rocket Griffon, and the silver haired Rocket knew right there that the battle was lost. Retrieving Skye's pokéball from the unconscious female Rocket draped over his shoulder he recalled the Griffon and called to his own pokégirls: "Let's get outta here!"
Misato and Jura wasted no time in abandoning their own losing struggles and joining him, keeping the members of Team Strife at bay as Jonah retrieved his capsulated hover-bike and released it. Straddling the bike he carefully balanced his cataleptic partner on his lap, recalling his Succubus and Minotaura and peeling out with as much speed as his engines could muster. Then, just in time to be too late, the local authorities arrived in their squad cars.
"Looks like Team Rocket's blasting off again," Leon stated despite his fatigue, laughing audibly. "That just gets funnier every time!"
Cheryl wasn't laughing, though, and she was about to give chase when Keisuke stopped her, catching her by the arm. "You could easily catch up to them but we cannot, meaning you'd have to face them without backup," he told her, shaking his head. "That would be too dangerous, even if only for a few minutes."
"Better let the bobbies 'andle this one, love!" said Ziggy as for the second time that day she found herself beside an exhausted Leon. Grudgingly, the Cheetit nodded in agreement with her, settling down beside her sprawled out tamer as well.
"Mister Alien… look…" said a barely conscious Dita, cradled in the arms of her tamer as she pointed to a small box left near the large hole the Rockets had made in the wall
The horned boy recognized it instantly as the box containing his evolution stone set. "Sweet! The Rockets must've dropped it while they were running away," he said happily, retrieving it with some difficulty as his hands were full with the Cabbit. "We may have lost the Angel Stone, but we still got the other two at least."
"Alls well that ends well then, I guess," said a battle worn Aiko as she and her harem-mates limped over to their friend and tamer, who was cradling the head of a semi-conscious Tatewaki Kuno in her lap.
"That was brave and surprisingly chivalrous of you, Kuno. Racing to save me from the Rockets like that," she told him, stroking his hair.
"My pleasure, towheaded girl," he replied weakly.
"Hmph!" Angel huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Me Keisuke 'elped too, ya know!"
Keisuke laughed, crossing over to his pokélove and draping an arm around her shoulder. "Let them have this moment. I'm sure Kuno is fully capable of spoiling it all on his own," he said with a chortle.
"Great!" Leon sighed crossly, sitting up wearily. "I do all the work beating that Griffon and Kuno gets all the attention."
Ziggy smiled mischievously at the boy. "Don't worry, guv'! Ol' Ziggy'll be sure to give ya a proper 'ero's reward later. After all, they's don't call us Muffgooses 'Snake-Eater Pokégirls' simply 'cause we's like to eat snakes!"
Leon gave a toothy grin as he realized what she was implying, but his mirth quickly left him when a certain bratty shadow fell upon him.
Diva sighed. "I have decided to make you my tamer," she said as though the matter was settled just like that. "My tamer has to be the best around, and that looks like it's you."
"Thanks, but I'll pass," he replied coldly, wrinkling his nose at her. He may have saved her but that didn't mean he liked her.
Surprisingly, she smiled. A smile that made Leon swallow a lump in his throat. "What makes you think you have a choice in the matter," she said plainly. "I want you as my tamer, and I always get what I want."
With that she began to belt out a song, and Leon felt the rhythm begin to take him over, though not in the good way Gloria Estefan sung about. This Farfuck'd had studied Divas well, and could mimic they're ability to entrance people with their singing expertly. As such, Leon found his exhausted body moving of its own accord, standing and staggering toward the 'Diva' despite his protests.
Neither Ziggy nor Cheryl were about to let this happen, and looking at each other briefly they made a silent agreement to put their differences aside (this more from Cheryl's side than Ziggy's) to save their tamer, solidifying it with a nod. Quickly retrieving her guitar the Muffgoose belted out searing riffs, and they seemed to break the spell as Leon regained control of his legs. Ziggy continued her song, and soon enough Cheryl leapt to Leon's side, embracing him as she joined in with supporting vocals.

Sorry, girl but you missed out!
Well tough luck, that boy's mine now!
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends.

Shooting Diva a brief taunting glace she returned her gaze to Leon, caressing his face tenderly as she continued her song.

Too bad that you couldn't see,
See the man that boy could be!
There is more than meets the eye,
I see the soul that is inside…

Infuriated, Diva tried to sing again but her words were drowned out by Ziggy's melodic guitar riffs. The Muffgoose join the Cheetit and would-be tamer by their side, grinning triumphantly as Cheryl closed out the song.

He's just a boy, and I'm just a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love, haven't you heard?
How we rock each other's world!

Leon became a little nervous when he heard the 'L' word, but shook it off. It was all part of the performance, after all. It was all just meant to drive Diva crazy.
And it was working! The Farfuck'd was absolutely furious, beet-red in the face with anger. Finally she'd had enough, and as she couldn't get a word in over Ziggy's rocking guitar solo she simply shot the trio a very rude gesture and stormed out of the banquet hall without so much as another thought.
Team Strife all rang out cheerful applause, and Ziggy—ever the performer—bowed happily to each of them in turn.
On the other hand, Leon and Cheryl, realizing that they were still holding each other, blushed deep red and quickly separated. They laughed nervously, neither apparently used to public displays of affection. Cheryl may be a pokégirl now but she was human once, and old habits about modesty die-hard.


Groggy and fatigued, Hexx slowly stirred back to consciousness. As she sat up, braced on her elbows, the first thing she noticed was her partner, Jonah, staring intently at her as he sat in a chair across from her bed.
"Did we win?" she asked tentatively, already knowing the answer. Jonah shook his head, just as she thought. She slumped back dejectedly. "Is the boss mad?"
"As hell," he replied, smiling humorlessly. "But he'll get over it. He always does."
Hexx sighed. "I guess this means we're still not strong enough to take our revenge on BAHRAM."
"We'll get there, don't worry," Jonah reassure kindly. "Look at that kid for example. He was no match for us the first time we met, and if his big bro Kei the Blade hadn't've baled him out he'd've been dead meat. Now look at him! He and his pokégirls took down Skye, a Griffon, while the rest of those twerps were busy with us!" Jonah paused, crossing his arms and nodding determinedly. "If a twerp like that could get that strong that fast, then we can do it too! Someday, we'll pay BAHRAM back for what they did to us, trust me!"
Hexx nodded, laying back and resting her hands on her stomach. She closed her eye solemnly. "Do you ever think about your younger brother?" she asked the silver haired Rocket.
"I try not to, it's too… distracting…" he told her honestly, laughing a bit as a thought crossed his mind. "Ya know, in another life maybe Robin and that little twerp could've been friends…"


Getting back to the pokécenter proved to be somewhat harrowing through the dark and seedy streets of July, but Team Strife—joined by Kuno and his pokégirls—some how made it back with little incident, as the capture frenzy that began at sundown had since passed and there were only a few lurking tamers left out who were easily avoided.
Once back, the Strifes and the Kunos celebrated the night away after a long and 'interesting' day. After attempting several times to complain to them about the noise level the resident NurseJoy gave up and resided herself to enjoying the show. Besides, after repelling Team Rocket twice and turning an enemy to a friend all in one day they deserved to have some fun.
With Ziggy accompanying on guitar San, Aiko and Leon joined hand in hand, swaying them happily as they sang for all they were worth.

We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got

Cheryl clapped along to the song happily. She'd never had this much fun before, which further cemented her belief that she'd made the right choice joining up with Leon. She took a look at her harem-sisters, the feral-borns Lilith and Pyre clapping along just as enthusiastically. A glance at the Muffgoose told her that while she wasn't entirely happy about having to wear a pair of 'tin knickers' as she called them, she wasn't letting that dampen her spirits as she tickled the strings of her guitar skillfully.
Cheryl sighed. It seemed she and Ziggy were stuck with each other. Still, the Muffgoose wasn't entirely unpleasant. She was actually quite friendly when it came down to it. Only her raunchy behavior was the problem, but every family has to have a black sheep, right?
Speaking of family, Cheryl took the moment to get more acquainted with the various extended members, and as she looked upon the rest of this menagerie, all of them seated on the floor in a circle around the dancing trio, she found herself able to read their hearts as though she'd know them forever.
First were Keisuke and Angel, naturally seated close together, a profound understanding of how they felt for each other transcending any need for words.
Daku, the strange looking boy, was making eyes at Ziggy, his Cabbit wearing a distinct pout at the lack of attention her tamer was directing toward her, though still affectionate for him all the same.
Kané and Violet, the Growlie and Tatfir clandestinely held hands, making the Cheetit think that perhaps they were more than just friends and harem-mates.
Bright, the Flarea always seemed on edge, as if the weight of looking after her tamer and harem-sisters rested squarely on her, but now she seemed to be allowing herself a rare moment to cut loose and have fun.
Kuno and Kodachi, from what Cheryl had heard they were the Strifes' enemies earlier today but something must have happened to take all the fight out of them, and the Cheetit suspected from the kendoist's periodic sighs and glances at the Strife sister that it might be love.
And then there were the three dancing in the middle of the circle of friends, laughing and singing their hearts out. Aiko, the Kitsune who seemed to personify cute, San, sister of her new tamer and the girl with the fiery spirit, and Leon, the boy who seemed to take everyday as it came and could laugh even after facing down Team Rocket and defeating a Griffon hand to hand with only light support from pokégirls. In the short time she'd been among them Cheryl had found herself a family, quirky as they were.
Leon had made good on his promise. He had given her a home.

Whooah, we're half way there
(Whooah) Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it – I swear
(Whooah) Livin' on a prayer


To be continued…

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Current Character Stats and Harems
Keisuke 'Kei the Blade' Strife—Age 24, Retired Tamer Level 55 (Darkness Master)
Angel Sinclair—Alpha, Domestic Umbrea, Age 24
(Keisuke had many other pokégirls (mostly Dark-types) but has since released them)

Gina (San) 'The 1337' Strife—Age 18, Tamer/Priestess-in-Training Level 14 (Novice)
Aiko Prower—Threshold Kitsune, Age 16
Bright Akai—Domestic Flarea, Age 17
Kané Inu—Threshold Growlie, Age 16
Violet Hana—Domestic Tatfir, Age 16
(San has no 'official' Alpha but Aiko tends to be the one who accompanies her the most)

Leon 'The Kid' Strife—Age 15, Unlicensed Tamer, equivocal Level 9 (Rookie)
Lilith—Feral Eva, Age 16
Pyre—Feral Charamanda, Age 17
Cheryl Taylor—Threshold Cheetit, Age18
Ziggy Gibson—Threshold Muffgoose, Age 19
(Leon has no 'official' Alpha but Lilith tends to be the one who accompanies him the most)

Annata wo Daku—Age Unknown (presumed 18), Pet Owner
Dita Liebely—Threshold Cabbit, Age 16

Jonah Drake—Age 22, C level Rocket Agent, equivocal Level 21 (Regular)
Loca—Alpha, Domestic Trixie, Age 17
Misato—Feral Minotaura, Age 19
Jura Basil Elden—Domestic Succubus, Age 19

Hekuba 'Hexx' Caster—Age 21, C level Rocket Agent, equivocal Level 21 (Regular)
Midnight—Alpha, Domestic Mistoffeles, Age 18
Skye—Domestic Griffon, Age 18

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I do not own, nor do I claim to own Pokémon, Pokégirls, Vandread, Ranma ½, the songs Livin' on a Prayer (by Bon Jovi) and Sk8ter Boi (by Avril Lavigne), or any related properties there of. All I own are my original characters and the plot.
This series is A.U. and should not be considered part of the 'canon' continuity of the Pokégirls Universe.
This fic was completed 11/3/06 at 4:43 PM and then edited on 11/25/06 at 9:55 PM.

[Author's Notes: Sorry this one took so long. Also, no Pardon the Parody skit this time. Couldn't think of anything. Besides, this chapter is long enough as it is, BELIEVE IT!]


For those who may be curious about the characters…
Most of them are original characters, but here're the ones I've borrowed from various sources:
Dita Liebely—Vandread, weird but good anime about a future where men and women live segregated on separate planets from one another and exist in a kind of cold war against each other, it follows the adventures of a group of female pirates forced to work with three men in order to pilot their ship and get home, all while battle a mysterious enemy. The original Dita was known for being childish, airheaded and obsessed with aliens, and as you can see my Dita is much the same.
Jura Basil Elden—Also a character from Vandread, the original Jura was known for being a bit spoiled and obsessed with looking beautiful at all times. My Jura will be much the same.
Mitsuka Yoshimine—A character of the anime DearS, the orignal Mitsuka was rather flighty and quite the exhibitionist, and given the world I've thrown her into I saw little reason to change that.
Washu Hakubi—A character of the various Tenchi series, Washu is a brilliant and somewhat daft scientist. Again, not much has changed in my writing of her.
Tatewaki/Kodachi Kuno—If you don't know who they are you've probably been living in a bomb shelter for the past twenty or so years.
BAHRAM—An anti-Earth paramilitary organization from the mech-action videogame series Zone of the Enders. For this fic I've adapted them into a Team Rocket copycat group much in the vein of Trauma Team.
Misato—Just so everyone's clear, Misato the Minotaura is NOT Misato Katsuragi from Evangelion, nor was she ever meant to be the PG native version of the character. Misato the Minotaura is in fact an original character named after Misato Katsuragi for her ability to lactate beer (the pokégirl Misato, though I wouldn't be surprised if the Evangelion Misato could do it too, given her truly heroic intake of the beverage). To surmise, it's all a joke, a pun if you will, so let's all have a good laugh at the cow-pokégirl who squirts logger from her knockers, BELIEVE IT!

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WHO'S THAT POKÉGIRL!?!
Official Pokédex Entries



CHEETIT, the Fast Cat Pokégirl.
Type: Near Human, felinoid (cheetah)
Element: Fighting/Normal
Frequency: Common in the Dark Continent north of the Sanctuary colony and its frontier territory. Uncommon (Crescent League). Very Uncommon (Crimson League). To rare elsewhere.
Diet: human standard, though heavy on meats, fish and proteins
Role: ultra-fast strike troops and range-hunters
Libido: Average (Unbonded) to High (Bonded to a Tamer)
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ghost, Ice, Normal, Rock, Steel
Weak Vs: Fighting, Flying, Psychic
Attacks: Slash, Bite, Speed Punch (a machine-gun speed punching attack), Rocket Lunge and Tackle (snaring the target at high speed and spinning around to make the target nauseous), Tail Slap (similar to a Dameosaur's attack, but done at VERY high speeds), Rocket Dodge and Tackle (similar to the Rocket Lunge and Tackle, though this has a built-in defense), Tornado Run (racing around the target to create a tornado, thus knocking them out).
Enhancements: Golden furred skin with dark ring spots, semi-prehensile tail, enhanced hearing, smell and eyesight. Clawed fingers and toes for light slashing and gripping objects. The Cheetit is said to be the fastest runner on the planet, but her endurance pales against a Grizzlar or a Dameosaur. Very strong leg muscles to support her speed runs. High Endurance. ability to shift the length of it's hair at will and can heal at twice the rate of Rock Pokégirls so long as they aren't damaged with magic or Fire.
Evolves: Cheetaura(normal), Leopardess (loss of speed and unconditional love from a Tamer)
Evolves From: Catgirl(Cat E-Medal)
The Cheetit is one of the original (Sukebe-created) pokégirl breeds, a specialized version of a Catgirl obviously meant for quick in-and-out strikes against lone targets. After Sukebe vanished, Feral Cheetits wound their way to the Dark Continent and Crescent League territories, expanding to cover the ancient home range of their genetic templates, the cheetahs.
That state of affairs pretty much lasted until Sanctuary's founding in PS 196/CE 2188. At first, Feral Cheetits were captured and Tamed by the Sanctuary Goths to fill the role of frontier range guardian. However, since Cheetits are heterosexual, it was easy enough for a wandering Tamer to slave a Cheetit to himself by Taming, thus potentially opening a hole in Sanctuary's defenses. That was eventually covered when the Dameosaurs made their first appearance in PS 214/CE 2206. To ensure their frontier was kept safe, the Dameosaurs were encouraged to hunt down and kill Cheetits, thus driving them to the northern reaches of the Dark Continent. Once that was done, the Dameosaurs were made to leave the Cheetits alone.
Beyond Dark Continent territory, the Cheetits also appear in the territory of the Crescent League (the old Middle Eastern states of Arabia, Persia and the Caucasus region of Europe). Prized for their speed and fighting prowess, Cheetits are often the target of visiting Tamers from afar who travel to the Crescent League to get their hands on one.
Cheetits are the fastest ground runners of all pokégirl breeds. On a level road, they've been clocked up to 350 miles per hour (563 km/h). They can't maintain such speeds for long, however; like the cheetahs of old, the Cheetit can only use her speed for short periods (in the prime of health, a Cheetit could maintain her top speed for thirty minutes before fatigue sets in). In comparison, Dameosaurs can reach 250 miles per hour (402 km/h) in a dead sprint, but they could maintain it for two hours on average.
While most Cheetits think "speed is life," they can slow themselves down for their Tamer or their Tamer's other pokégirls. Cheetits are very passionate lovers, especially if their fur is petted while being Tamed. It is said in the Crescent League that if you make a Cheetit purr during Taming, you will have very good luck in the near future.

SUCCUBUS, the Sexy Soul-Sucking Pokégirl
Type: Near Human
Element: Magic/Ghost/Flying
Frequency: Rare
Diet: energy from living things
Role: combat, support during Taming
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Bug, Fighting, Ground, Ghost, Magic, Plant, Poison, Psychic
Weak Vs: Dark, Electric, Ice, 'purifying' magic (an exception to the above), such as the kind Megamis often use, and sonic-based attacks
Attacks: Energy Drain, Go Down, Wrestle, Call Me Queen, Pose, Backhand, Bite, Wing Buffet, Power Bolt, Spank, Butt Wiggle, Sex Attack 1, 2, 3, Nipple Cripple, Hypnotic Gaze, Rapid Stroke, Caress
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x4), Longevity, Solid Ether Body (see below)
Evolves: Dark Queen (mechanism unknown) (Mazouku and/or Demon-Goddess evolution speculated; mechanisms unknown)
Evolves From: Daimon (mechanism unknown)
Succubi are some of the most attractive and powerful pokégirls a Tamer can find. Their bodies are shaped almost to perfection, and they highlight this with provocative dress, actions, and speech. They usually have only one or two things to indicate that they are anything but a very sexy human woman (besides the large, bat-like wings they all possess), usually something like red eyes or small, vestigial wings on other parts of their bodies. Because they are an evolution of Youma, they retain their bad attitude, but unlike the belligerence of a Youma and its other evolutions, a Succubus simply has a condescending attitude towards almost everything. They tend to haughtily ignore anything they don't care for, and a Tamer they don't respect won't be given the time of day. If such a Tamer tries to initiate a Taming with them, he'll get it, but usually finds himself on the end of a Taming session that could put a Domina to shame. It's for this reason that Succubi get along cordially with dominating types of pokégirls.
Succubi are parasites, in the sense that they need the energy of other creatures to survive. They get this energy by using their Energy Drain technique on their partners during Taming, when the person they are with is giving off lots of energy anyway. As far as Succubi see it, this is more than fair for everyone, since they get physical pleasure, and energy, and their 'victim? is enjoying the process also. Despite their condescending attitude, a Succubus never misses a chance for a Taming session, since it's pleasurable and filling.
The only thing Succubi enjoy anywhere near as much as sex is combat. Like during Taming, this is where they get to show how superior they are to others. They tend to almost sadistically pound on their opponents, and then usually finish them off with an Energy Drain, though this is more to humiliate them than anything else, since by that time a downed victim has little energy left.
Despite their being Ghost-types, Succubi are fully solid. The only clue that they are Ghost-types at all is that they can physically touch another Ghost-type whether that pokégirl is "phased" or not. This makes Succubi highly prized as guards against intrusions by other Ghost-type Pokégirls. Succubi cannot phase themselves. They explain this unique ability as being due to "being composed of solid ether". It is for this reason alone that Succubi are speculated to be the unevolved form of Mazouku. However, their apparently unique state carries a weakness: sound-based attacks seem to cause them undue amounts of pain. They can withstand noise or music just fine, but a concentrated sound-based attack against them is very painful. They don't take damage to their ears however. Instead, they seem to feel pain along their entire body. While they refuse to comment on it, it is speculated that the sound attack somehow disrupts their solid ether state to a degree.
To date, the only known evolution of a Succubus has been to Dark Queen, the ultimate form of a Youma evolution. Even then, what causes this is unknown. It appears to be some combination of post-battle stress (usually from a tough fight), orgasm, and a Dark Stone.
If a Succubus can find a Tamer who can't be made to play a subservient role during Taming (hard to do since Succubi are incredibly passionate in bed), and can force the Succubus to do so, then that Tamer has earned a Succubus's respect and deference. From then on that Tamer will have a powerful and loyal pokégirl in his Harem, ready and eager to please him and fight for him. The only exceptions to this rule are Tamers who manage to evolve a Daimon they already own into a Succubus. In this case the Succubus is already predisposed towards loving and obeying her Tamer. Evolving a Succubus like this isn't nearly as easy as it sounds though, otherwise every Tamer would have one. The few recorded cases of Daimons evolving into Succubi have always been during orgasm, but there are many other Tamers with Daimons who have Tamed them many times without evolving them to Succubus.
There is obviously some sort of factor being overlooked here, but what it is, no one can say as of yet. There are no known cases of a Threshold girl becoming a Succubus.

AMAZONWU, the Weapon-Using Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: human style foods, heavy on rice
Role: warriors, bodyguards
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Normal, Rock, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic
Attacks: Weapon Use, Distance Attack, Chi Blast, Parry
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x4), Enhanced Agility, Endurance
Evolves: Herowu(normal)
Evolves From: TyAmazon (battle stress; special)
A cousin of the Amazonlee, Amazonchan, and Amazonkapoeraa. While the 'lee specializes in kicks and footwork, the 'chan specializes in punches and strength, and the 'kapoeraa specializes in tumbles and acrobatics, the 'wu specializes in the use of a single weapon. Most often this is a sword, although some Amazonwus are beginning to choose more esoteric weapons to try and distinguish themselves from other sword-fighting pokégirls. Like the 'chan, 'lee, and 'kapoeraa, Amazonwus also have an odd dietary problem. In the case of the 'wu (not to be confused with the Wu) this is a fondness for coffee. When a 'wu gets coffee it tends to mellow them out instead of giving a caffeine buzz, the more coffee the more mellow until a torpor is achieved.

DIVA, the Singer Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon(Crimson League) (Unknown all others)
Diet: human diet
Role: morale boosters
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Ditto, Fighting, Water
Weak Vs: Ghost, Poison, Rock
Attacks: Sing, Dance, Butt Wiggle, Cheer
Enhancements: Lung Capacity
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Ingenue (normal)
Divas are allowed worldwide, but are the hardest to control when they've begun singing. Most Divas won't stop singing unless winded, forcefully muted (by magic, psychic or various physical methods) or their song ends.
However, Divas are notorious for being able to sing a single song for hours on end.
Some Tamers who use them usually have thick soundproof suits made to allow them to ignore the Diva's songs, as the vibrational wave can quite literally get into one's bones and force one to dance to the Diva's will.
Most simply plug the hole with something. As Divas have excellent oral muscles, there are plenty of Tamers who enjoy their oral skills being used for things other than singing. Others take advantage of the stimulus caused by the Divas singing to excite pokégirls that would otherwise have Low Libidos.
It should be noted that not all Divas can sing properly. There are some with the misfortune of being tone-deaf or having weak lungs.

FARFUCK'D, the Delusional Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic
Frequency: Rare (Crimson) to Unknown (any other League)
Diet: near human diet (herbivore)
Role: subterfuge and sabotage
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: None
Weak Vs: Varies
Attacks: Reflect, Absorb, Imitate, Counter
Enhancements: Copying the techniques of opponents, enhanced reflexes, increased high learning curve
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Shadowgirl (mechanism unknown)
FarFuck'Ds were designed, along with their metamorphic sisters of the Titto species, to counter the most powerful warriors in the human armies, but also infiltrate enemy bases and sabotage weapons and vehicles.
However, FarFuck'Ds were found to have a critical problem. They often obsessed on styles, ideals, and/or other pokégirls to the point that they became dangerously fanatical about them. This wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't for the fact that they often locked on things like manga, cheesy B movies and the more impressive pokégirls. Ironically, while it helped them perform their duties, it became impossible for them to acknowledge that they are a pokégirl (or at least of the FarFuck'D type).
Once locked on an idea or a pokégirl type, they will imitate it as best as they can, to the point where they are actually confused for the 'Real McCoy'. They will even allow themselves to be beaten if their 'type' would lose. Most trainers who've dealt with them REFUSE to keep them, often releasing them back into the wild or giving them to researchers.

GRIFFON, the Catbird Pokégirl
Type: Animorph Metamorph (feline/avian)
Element: Flying
Frequency: Rare
Diet: human style foods, leaning towards carnivore
Role: rare pokégirl, a powerhouse used by elite Tamers
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Bug, Fighting, Ground, Plant, mouse pokégirls
Weak Vs: Electric, Ice, Rock
Attacks: Feather Shuriken, Gust, Sabre Claw, Wing Buffet, Slice n' Dice, Fly, Dive, Glorious Sun, Super Claw
Enhancements: Flight, Enhanced Strength x5 (normal form) /x20 (battle form), Enhanced Hearing, Night Vision, Enhanced Toughness (x2)
Evolves: Sphinx (Sexmet's blessing), Chimera (Hy-Bra's blessing or Sexmet's curse)
Evolves From: Catgirl (Angel Stone), Kitten (Bird E-Medal)
In her more humanoid form, a Griffon generally stands between 5'11" to 6'3", has a 18" tail and large white feathery wings. Like the Cheshire, she retains the hair and eye color she had prior to her evolution, though the feralborns usually have blue or green eyes and brown hair. Their general bust sizes are usually betwen a C-cup and a DD-cup and it's very rare for it to be any bigger or smaller. Domesticate and Threshold Griffons look rather human, but Feralborns have a different appearance.
Feralborn Griffons have abnormally large hands (usually double to triple the size of normal hands) with cat-like pads underneath the fingers and palms and razor sharp claws that they can retract at will. Their feet are generally large and like their hands, have cat-like pads underneath the majority of the foot, but 10% of all feralborns will have four-toed bird-like feet (three forward and one behind). There is a small chance (5%-15%) that if a Domesticate or Threshold pokégirl goes feral, that she may begin taking on the same appearance as her feralborn sisters.
In her battle form, her strength increases, her nails become longer, and her intelligence becomes more animalistic. Her body elongates, becoming more like that of a pre-Sukebe lion, and growing a mane around her neck. Her thoughts are rather basic in this form, destroy enemy, protect friend, ignore anyone else unless they do something to qualify them as friend or enemy. Her chosen tactics in this form, if not instructed by a lover or a friend, are limited to lunging at a target and tearing it apart. She automatically reverts to her more humanoid form when calmed or rendered unconscious.
The Griffon was one of the most powerful pokégirls developed by Sukebe, and she was specifically designed for destroying tanks and artillery. Her claws, when properly sharpened, can reave through metal like a knife through a potato and with her tremendous strength, she can usually bend metal rather easily once she has a decent grip.
No distinct personality has been noticed between Griffons, beyond a sometimes moody period when they don't get to train or tame; and the homicidal rage they enter whenever someone they care about is injured, something that is typical of all pokégirls, but with a Griffon, this rage can be a sight to behold... from about seventy feet away with binoculars and a good armor-plated hiding spot. Only the foolhardy or those who know her should attempt to stop her and even then, bodyarmor and a quick escape route is HIGHLY recommended. Calming her is easy once she has... dealt with whoever triggered this rage.
Griffons remain rare, mostly because the original species was hunted to extinction and the various means to evolve a Catgirl or a Kitten into a Griffon are still not easy to obtain.




~Kid Loose Productions~