Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Utawarerumono Fan Fiction ❯ No Turning Back ❯ Chapter 2: The Will to Survive ( Chapter 6 )
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By: RangerShade 
When you Assume you make an ASS out of U and ME.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Utawarerumono Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Fantasy / Post-apocalyptic / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.19.2009 | Updated On: 05.19.2009 | Pages: 10 | Words: 6.9K | Visits: 3.0K | Status: Work In Progress
When you Assume you make an ASS out of U and ME.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Utawarerumono Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Fantasy / Post-apocalyptic / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.19.2009 | Updated On: 05.19.2009 | Pages: 10 | Words: 6.9K | Visits: 3.0K | Status: Work In Progress
No Turning Back
A Pokewomen Universe Story
by Shade
Porn with Plot Warning.
Copyrighted character use warning.
Ignoring what a lot of other people wrote warning.
Warning about warning warning warning.
"Sometimes questions are more important than answers."
-Nancy Willard
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Chapter 2: The Will to Survive
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Urutori knelt down beside the injured figure and one hand traced lightly over the bloody shoulder.
Mocker bite. And at least one of the barbed fangs had lodged in the wound too. If left untreated,
it would be fatal. Even for a Pokewoman.
She didn't recognize the girl's type, though to be fair the filthy state
she was in didn't exactly help her search for identifying marks.
But that was something that could be explored at greater length later.
The priestess hefted the limp body in her arms, paying no heed to the stains it left on her pristine robes.
The Onkami marveled at how light the stranger was and then winced at she got her first good look at exposed ribs
and hollow cheeks.
Her wings came out and she took off, leaving the wet smear of the Mocker to be disposed of by the forest.
One of the many Genetic Abominations that the long dead city of Viridick had created during the Third War,
she had thought that the Mockers were nearly extinct by now. It was fortunate that she had managed to get
the drop on it before the beast had managed to establish itself in the area.
But how had this girl come here?
She wondered about that all the way back to her campsite.
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Fire and Ice.
He was burning.
He was freezing.
Where one ended, the other began.
"You will be a man among men."
That voice was familiar. Older, male and rough.
"The lion will toss its own cubs off of a cliff to make them stronger. I can do no less for you."
It hurt! It hurt!
The blue flames were freezing him alive!
"Become stronger. When you fall, pick yourself up again and strive further and higher!"
The red ice was turning him into nothing but ash.
"Food is eaten. Money is spent. All of it can be taken away. Only strength remains."
There was a figure there, he couldn't see its face.
"A man among men."
He could not endure it. His body was falling apart.
Knives. A million tiny knives of glass slowly digging themselves deeper into him.
"Father!"
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Shiryu was waiting for her by the fire as she landed.
"Urutori-sama, are you injured?"
The priestess looked down.
Her robes were mess of red and brown.
"The blood is not mine."
The silver haired warrior took in the cradled figure in her arms and what it meant in an instant.
"What was it?"
"Mocker. Fully grown. Fortunately I caught it by surprise."
The eyes didn't open, but her lips went thin with tension.
"She was bitten?"
"Yes. Can you fill the pots and set them on the fire? I'm going to need lots of hot water."
The Ryutoshi nodded and moved quickly to get the water boiling.
The Onkami gently placed the softly moaning girl on her sleeping furs.
Then she stepped back and discarded her own ruined clothing without a second thought to the ground,
revealing herself entirely to the watching moon. The cool night breeze made her wings instinctively
fall back closer to her bare back, but otherwise she paid no attention to her nudity.
When the water had boiled she quickly used some of it to scrub off the grime and blood.
The silent Shiryu offered her a towel that she used to dry her hands and arms.
Once she was satisfied that she had cleansed herself as best she could,
the winged priestess fetched her medical kit and bent down beside her
patient.
"Shiryu, I must ask for your assistance. I need to get the fang out."
The other Pokewoman nodded and placed her weapon on the ground within easy reach
before moving to restrain the unconscious girl.
The blonde Onkami pulled out a long pair of plain white bone tweezers.
As her companion steadied the bare shoulder that still oozed blood,
she began to probe for the half-hidden tooth lodged in the red and pink
flesh. It resisted her efforts to fish it out, tearing the surrounding
muscles with tiny hooked barbs.
The priestess muttered a soft oath under her breath
Then she produced a small sharp knife from her pouch.
She let the blade heat in the fire until it glowed red.
"Shiryu. Be sure to do it quickly."
The other woman nodded and picked up the sterilized blade in one hand.
Urutori could feel the tension building up inside of her.
This would not be pleasant.
Her tweezers seized the fang tightly.
"Mother be with you, little one."
Then she yanked it out of the girl's shoulder in a spray of blood.
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"Foul Cretin! I shall Smite thee!"
Those eyes full of hate.
"Accursed Sorcerer! I shall vanquish your foul magics!!
He couldn't escape them. Frozen in place, all he could do was watch the blow come.
The sword struck him.
"DIE!!"
His shoulder exploded into a crimson flower of agony.
He couldn't even scream.
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The Ryutoshi brought the knife down.
Urutori forced herself to watch. It was the only way she could think of to share the other girl's pain.
The sickening sizzle the flesh made as the hot blade touched it was rivaled
only by the sickeningly sweet smell of burned blood. A tiny wisp of steam
puffed out from where the metal contacted the wound.
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"That felt like a baby's kick."
His hands and feet were impaled against a wooden board.
"You always were good for nothing but running away."
It was only strips of cloth, but they felt like iron nails
had been rammed through him.
Something wet was being poured on him. The fumes were making his nose burn.
'No!'
"Don't worry. I'll be sure to console your grieving fiancees."
The fanged mouth grinned as a match was struck.
'Don't touch-'
"Give us your best wishes....FROM HELL!!"
The tiny flame touched down.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
He was consumed.
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Shiryu removed the no longer glowing blade.
Urutori swallowed back the traces of nausea and grabbed a clean piece of cloth that she dipped in
the hot water and cleaned around the cauterized wound before finally wrapping a cloth bandage tightly
around it.
Throughout the entire operation the unconscious girl hadn't made a sound. Even her earlier moaning
had stopped. The only sign that she was even still alive was the faint pulse on her neck and
the shallow breaths that barely stirred her ample chest.
Not a good sign.
Using the rest of the hot water and plenty of fragrant soap they finished washing her free
of the accumulated grime and bits of the forest stuck to her skin and tangled in her long red hair.
Thin beads of water gleamed softly in the pale moonlight on her freshly scrubbed skin as they toweled
her off.
But for all the reaction they got from her body they might as well have been bathing a lifeless doll.
It would have to be done after all.
Urutori was grateful that Shiryu had set the skin tent up. While she normally preferred to
sleep out under the stars, for matters like this, it was best to have a measure of privacy.
She carried the strange girl into the tent and placed her on the spare furs that the Ryutoshi
had thoughtfully laid out for them. The girl's skin was cold, like touching a marble statue.
The priestess carefully straddled her, laying down until their respective breasts pushed against
each other and the sound of her own heart was faintly echoed by the slowing beats of the masked stranger.
The Onkami embraced her, imparting her own body's warmth skin to skin. The winged blonde's body began
to glow with a soothing yellow light as she started to sing softly to the unresponsive girl.
"Ai-mo, Ai-mo, Ne-de-ru ru-she,
Noi na miri-a enderu purode-a,
Futo-mi."
A spectrum of swirling energy expanded out from the Pokewoman to encompass the joined bodies.
Small random arcs of pure raw power caressed their exposed forms as Urutori focused her will
on the flow that she was calling forth. Her voice was the channel that directed its path,
her mind was the gate that controlled the intensity of the stream and her soul was what gave
it form and purpose.
"Koko wa attaka na umi da-yo."
The power swirled around the fragile fading spark of life. It passed through skin and flesh
as though they were not there and it was as if many small invisible hands were there at a level
too small to be seen, where the ions between nerves sputtered against the jammed conduits that
would not let them pass. Here the poison, if there had been any observers at this scale, was
a many sided geometric shape that seemed to pulse with its own inner malice.
"Mune no oku ni nemeru
o-ki na o-o-ki na itsukushimi wa,
tsunagu te no hira-no,
ondo de shizuka ni me-ya samasu-yo."
And it was here that the power flowed like the tide of the sea, picking up the little killers
in a wave composed of millions of tiny hands that dissolved molecules into even smaller things
that no longer choked the electrical paths of the nerve cells and which the body could eventually
break down on its own.
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"We are in a warm ocean,"
The pain was gone.
"The skylarks dance in the sky as waves,"
Someone was singing him a lullaby. Her voice filled him with a soothing warmth that seemed
to saturate every cell of his body. It stirred something that was not quite a memory
from the grey fog in his mind.
"You are my young and gentle child,"
A sunny day. The familiar warmth. A face he could not see, but he could sense her kindness.
"This great deep affection that sleeps within my chest,
Slowly awakens now from the warmth of your hands,"
The unspoken bond of parent and child.
'Mother....'
He descended into sleep once more.
But this time he did not dream.
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Urutori stirred as the warmth of the morning sun tickled her exposed back.
Her wings twitched as the fine white feathers ruffled themselves, tucking
themselves close as she sat up and stretched unselfconsciously in front of
the tent's open flap.
The young Pokewoman could not remember the last time she had slept so well.
Normally the expenditure of power for something on the Level of a Healing
Ritual left her weak and tired for hours afterwards. But this morning she
felt fully charged, her energy reserves filled to full capacity.
It was strange, but not unwelcome.
Urutori turned back to check on her patient still slumbering on the bed beside her.
Her eyes widened as the last traces of sleep fled from her head.
The mask was the same, but it was not the same person she had rescued last night.
Black hair. An obvious lack of breasts. Larger then the waif of the previous night,
but still smaller then either herself or Shiryu. She saw it all right there in front
of her, but it was taking her longer to grasp the significance of it all.
Her gaze continued further down.
The muscles and framework were all familiar and yet completely alien. It was as if
someone had taken the girl from last night and completely rebuilt her into a larger
and tougher body that had nothing to do with femininity.
And then there was the part sticking out between the legs.
The priestess had observed the animals of the forest and possessed a few old books,
but she had never before seen one on an actual person before.
It was almost too fantastic to be believable.
Her grandmother had told her stories about the Fourth War.
And now those tales had taken shape in front of her.
The first one to enter the Forests of Eternity in over nine hundred years.
A man.
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The Ryutoshi tasted the broth and gave a small nod of approval.
Her morning search had scared up a pair of hares and located sufficient
vegetation to make a hearty soup that she'd thickened with the oats from
her supply pack.
Her mistress would need to replenish her strength and the injured girl
could be fed more easily as well. While she found the stranger's presence
here odd, she did not question her mistress's decision to provide aid.
Protection for those in need, Assistance to those who lacked, Punishment to those who harmed.
The three aspects of the Mother's way.
As she prepared two bowls of the steaming soup, Shiryu's mind wandered back to the disturbing events
of the night before. A Mocker was bad enough, but she had also not yet had a chance to tell Urutori-sama
of the reason for her own delay at arriving at the camp. There had been no time while the priestess
had worked to save the life of the injured stranger and her mistress had fallen asleep immediately afterwards.
There were Dires in the Forest. She had slain the two that had tried to ambush her,
but the tracks she had found indicated at least half a dozen more were roaming around.
Dires and Mockers shared a single connection. They had been created long ago by the humans of Viridick
as anti-Pokewoman biological weapons. The presence of one type or the other was unusual enough,
but to have found the presence of both in such a short span of time was stretching the bounds of probability.
Shiryu was not a great believer in coincidence.
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The wound was healing remarkably well. Had she not seen it just the prior night fresh and bleeding,
the priestess would have sworn that it was several days old in the morning light. There seemed to be
no signs of infection and she rebandaged his shoulder after reapplying some herbal ointment.
Her studies had mentioned something like this in passing, traits that certain humans had gradually
inherited from interbreeding with Pokewomen over several generations known as 'Bloodgifts'.
One hand gently traced the hard contours of the white mask. Not a seperate object as she had first assumed,
the material was warm and seemed to be joined directly to his face. A few very old tomes had mentioned the
other side of the mixing of the two species, physical and mental deformities known as 'Blood Curses'.
Was that what this was? It seemed plausible enough.
Satisfied for the present that she had done all she could and that her patient was in no immediate danger,
Urutori decided to indulge her growing curiosity a bit more while she waited for the stranger to wake up.
Old stories and dry technical descriptions did not seem to adequately capture the essence
of having a real flesh and blood human male in front of her.
For one thing, he seemed to be a lot less hairy then what the books had said to expect. There had
been several notes about the presence of body hair as being a reliable indicator of adult specimens.
From what she could see so far, there was no facial hair on those smooth skinned cheeks and none
whatsoever from his neck down to his toes. Could this be a child instead of an adult then?
It would certainly seem to fit with his relative smaller size compared to any of the adult Pokewomen
from the village she was acquainted with. Not a very young child certainly, but still waiting to
make the transition into adulthood.
She nodded her head in satisfaction at having reached this perfectly logical conclusion.
It seemed to make absolute sense and gave her a frame of reference in which to treat the stranger from now on.
That it might be completely and utterly wrong never crossed her mind for a moment.
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He opened his eyes to see an angel studying his groin with an expression of intense interest on her face.
He wondered what the appropriate response to this was. There was a vague recollection
of someone telling him that "It's different when a girl does it."
So he stared at her as she studied him.
Then his eyes widened as he realized that she was as naked as he was.
Without even thinking, his hands flew down to shield himself and he tried to back away
without looking directly at her.
At that point his shoulder decided to tell him that all of this movement wasn't such a good idea.
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Urutori gave a small shriek of surprise as the boy suddenly reared back unexpectedly.
She had thought he was still sleeping. Then she saw him pale and clutch at his bandages.
The priestess was at his side in an instant, her healer's training taking over as she started to
check to see that he hadn't reopened the injury. She didn't even notice how her patient's pale face
suddenly turned bright red as he was given a very good look in every sense of the word.
It was only when Shiryu entered the tent with a tray of soup and several freshly baked oatcakes
that the Pokewoman realized her own lack of garments. She accepted a set of fresh clothes from
her friend graciously and dressed quickly.
She turned back to see the Ryutoshi suspiciously facing the young man who
was shrinking back as far as he could into the flimsy protection of the furs.
"My lady, who is this and what happened to the one from last night?"
"He is right there."
There was a moment of startled silence.
Then Shiryu deliberately turned her head back towards Urutori and opened her eyes.
The golden amber pupils seemed to crackle with energy.
"Urutori-sama, was that supposed to be one of your jokes?"
The priestess looked straight into those disturbing eyes.
"No."
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He could barely understand anything they were saying. Some of the words sounded familiar,
but mostly it was gibberish to him. But he understood the finger being jabbed in his
direction by the silver haired woman all too well. She was upset about something.
The angel said something back, again he felt he could almost make sense of individual
words but the grammer structure she was using didn't make any sense to him.
The only word he could indentify with any certainty had been "man".
His shoulder still ached but he pushed the pain down into the back of his mind.
As long as he made no further sudden movements it was tolerable.
His nose twiched at the delicious smell of the hot food the newcomer had brought.
He was starving.
But who were these people? His gaze went back and forth between the angel and the young woman.
They'd saved him from the monster and treated his injuries. But what did they want?
Whatever conversation the two were having finally seemed to come to a conclusion.
The silver haired beauty bowed stiffly from the waist and left the tent without a sound.
The golden haired angel looked troubled for a moment before her features recomposed
into a more friendly expression as she turned back to her patient.
She said something that sounded encouraging in a voice like warm honey.
He said back to her, "I don't understand."
Now it was her turn to look confused.
She tried a few words that sounded like birds singing.
He shook his head.
Something singsong that almost had the right syllables was closer, but still unrecognizable.
She tried five or six more times, each in a different alien tongue, before finally giving up on it.
Instead the winged angel used a universal sign language. She took a bowl and plate from the platter
of food that the other woman had brought in and took it over to him along with a wooden spoon.
The accompanying gestures she used were almost unnecessary, he got the point well enough.
He started to dig in.
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Urutori could only stare at the spectacle taking place in front of her. She had never seen anything quite like it.
The boy ate like a starving wild animal. He stuffed his mouth until it bulged and barely bothered to chew before swallowing.
Even the boiling heat of the soup barely slowed him down as he yelped once and then started blowing frantically to cool it
down as he used the spoon like a shovel. The way he crouched over the tray it was almost as if he were afraid of the food
being snatched away from him.
Only when he finally noticed her shocked expression did the youth blush in embarrassment and slow down his frenzied pace
to something resembling a normal style of eating.
Satisfied for the moment that her patient was not going to injure himself by gulping his food down too fast,
Uturtori grabbed a warm oatcake for herself and wrapped it around a steaming slice of hare. She chewed thoughtfully
as she considered what was to be done now. Shiryu's news of the presence of Dires had forced her to discard her
initial plan of simply flying her patient back to her home. With a passenger the flight back to her temple would
have required her to make at least one landing to rest for awhile. That was not an option any longer, not with a pack
of Dires roaming around.
The beasts were not truly intelligent, but they were cunning creatures. Resembling a fusion of wolf, boar and alligator,
a single Dire easily outmassed the Onkami by several hundred kilos. They were also devilishly fast for their size and
distressingly stubborn about tracking prey they had marked for however long it took them to finally bring it down.
No, they would have to go to the village. Shiryu had already dispatched a warning using one of the forest owls,
so they should have already received it by now. That would be the safest place to stay until the infestation was
eliminated.
But first they needed to deal with this language barrier.
She didn't know if this would work on a non-Pokewoman. The ritual was ancient, passed down through her bloodline
for generations. But time was short and if it failed then they would be no worse off then before.
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He fought the urge to lick his fingers. His face was still burning from the look on the angel's face. He hadn't meant
to make such a pig of himself like that in front of her. But the food had been so good and he'd been so hungry. From
the moment he'd taken the first bite he'd known that he had to finish quickly or else it would be stolen from him
by....by....
He couldn't remember. But the feeling had been so strong that he couldn't stop himself.
It was so frustrating to have these holes in his memory. Every time he came close to grasping one of the teasing images
that fluttered at the fringes of his awareness they dissolved like mist before the sun.
He looked up to see that the angel was glowing. His mouth dropped open until he remembered to close it again.
Shimmering blue radiance formed lines and alien symbols on her exposed skin. He could feel goosebumps forming
on his own skin from the sensation of power he could somehow sense coming from them. It felt like the air
was turning solid and pushing back against his body, He could see her chanting something but the sound seemed
to fade before it could reach his ears. The strangest thing however, was that he wasn't afraid. He could feel
the energy coalescing around the winged woman's form, but the presence of danger wasn't there.
He watched silently as she approached him, still enthralled by the light emanating from her body.
And then her beautiful face was right there in front of him.
"Wo Ai Ni."
For just a second, he saw the image of a pretty purple haired girl smiling longingly at him.
And then the moment passed and he was looking into the sea blue eyes of the blonde angel again.
Right before she kissed him.
-End Chapter 2: The Will to Survive
-Bonus Features-
The Following Data was retrieved from the Post-Third War ruins of Pewtit Town.
Pokedex Entry #000911
Name: Black Widow
Aliases: Widow, Widowmaker, Death on Eight Legs, Killer Bitch from Hell, Your Worst Nightmare made Flesh, Bitches from Satan's Ass
Classification: Dark Evolution
Elemental Affinity: None
Lifespan: Unknown
Reproduction: None (Sterile)
Habitat: Varies, seems to prefer dark places
Reported Encounter Rate: Extremely Rare
Diet: Anyone it can catch
Libido: High & Twisted
Strong vs: Poison, Physical, Water, Electric, Cold, Energy, Drain, Magic, Psychic
Resists: Earth, Steel
Weak vs: Plasma, High level Flame/Heat
Evolves from: Special*
Capture Difficulty: Impossible to Capture
Strength: A -Able to lift up to five times its body weight without effort
Agility: B+ -Remarkably Agile for their size
Speed: B -Top Measured Speed is 30 miles an hour
Durability: A++ -Compartmentalized body structure with redundant support systems requires spinal cord destruction or brain death for a confirmed kill
Endurance: S -Capable of sustained activity for at least 12 days without food or rest.
Intelligence: C -have demonstrated rudimentary problem solving abilities
Hostility Rating: SSS -will attack and kill anything in sight without mercy
Distortion Field Strength: A+ -impervious to small arms fire, reduces damage from anti-armor weapons and explosives by half
Armor Rating: A++ -Requires at least the Equivalent of Class A Strength to penetrate.
Psychic Ability: D -Radiates an Aura of Fear in a 30' radius. Can sense and feed on the emotions of those it consumes. Immune to all mental attacks.
Overall Threat Rating: SSS -Avoid at all costs
Special Abilities:
-Poison: The Widow's entire body is saturated in a lethal cocktail of exotic chemical compounds and biological poisons. Any bare skin contact
with either the exterior or interior of a Widow has a high risk of transmittal into the victim's body. Any physical wounds inflicted by a
Widow's claws or spines will also have a high probability of transmittal. Due to the complex and varied nature of the compounds, this
contact poison will affect even Poison-types which are normally immune or resistant to other conventional toxins. Without prompt treatment
by magic and/or specialized medical care, victims will suffer severe pain, internal bleeding and cellular degeneration for several days before death.
-Stinger: Contains a more concentrated and potent form of the chemical cocktail found on the Widow. One sting will kill a human or normal animal
instantly and is fatal to most Pokewomen in a matter of seconds.
-Venom: A Widow's true-mouth and cunt-mouth both secrete a paralytic neurotoxin that inhibits voluntary muscle control without interfering
with automatic nervous systems functions that control breathing and pain sensations. This venom is typically employed on prey to immobilize
it for dissection and consumption while allowing the Widow to enjoy every last drop of pain and suffering before finally devouring the
still living remains of its victim.
-Spit: A Widow's true-mouth is capable of shooting a spray or glob of concentrated neurotoxins and acid with exceptional accuracy up to 20' away.
This spit is so corrosive that it will melt most organic materials that it contacts into goo in a matter of minutes and can seriously corrode
all other substances except pure gold and platinum.
-Silk: Spinnerets located under the mouth, cunt-mouth and anus of the Widow are all capable of producing the same kinds of silk available to
Spider-Type Pokewomen with the sole difference being that all Widow produced silk is infused with a strong paralytic contact poison.
-Climb Walls/Ceilings: Able to move on vertical and inverted surfaces without any penalty.
-Aura of Fear 30': Automatically radiates a continuous feeling of horror and agony around itself that helps it to flush out prey and cripple
enemies attacking the Widow. Only the most stubborn and willful Pokewomen can endure or ignore this ability.
-Distortion Field: Like all Pokewomen, Widows generate a bio-energy field around themselves that protects against high energy/velocity attacks.
-Enhanced Chitin Armor: The light weight reinforced hide is 30x stronger then steel.
-Thermal Vision: A Widow's secondary eyes can detect infrared emissions from sources up to 40' away.
From the Notes of Professer Donglong, P.S. 337:
...The Black Widow is the most infamous of the twisted mutations known as Dark Evolutions. Yet despite appearing time and again throughout
modern history, very little is known about this terrifying monstrosity. Due to the enormous amount of damage the creatures can sustain
before dying, all Widow corpses retrieved to date have been little more then bits and pieces or charred ash. Most of our information
comes from the lucky survivors of Widow exterminations and recovered tapes of videos that were running during a Black Widow attack....
...Although no two Widows are ever alike, the species is easily recognizable by the jet black tauric arthropod abdomen with its distinctive
red hourglass symbol. They can range in size from two to four meters tall and have been estimated to weigh as much as half a ton. Autopsies
of the viable portions of Widow remains have confirmed the existence of secondary eyes on the creature's head that give them a limited
360 degree vision in the infrared spectrum....
....To date, the only known countermeasure to Black Widows is high intensity heat. Thermite, White Phosphorus and plasma have both been found
to be able to set off a lethal chain reaction inside the creature's otherwise nearly impenetrable armored caraprace. While it would seem that
Fire-type Pokewomen would be a natural enemy of Black Widows, such has not been the case in 90% of known Widow exterminations. It appears that
most Fire-types either lack the ability to produce a strong enough Fire attack to kill a Black Widow or were unable to target the attack
against the fast moving Widow before it killed them. Despite being vicious bloodthirsty killers, Black Widows have demonstrated at least
a rudimentary intellect combined with an animal cunning that leads them to target Fire-type Pokewomen as a higher priority.....
....Black Widows are pure carnivores and prefer to consume live prey whenever possible. They are one of the few creatures that can feed on
Pokewomen without suffering from the normal side effects involved in consuming High T-level tissue. While unable to feed on certain Cybernetic,
Plant and Rock types that lack softer tissues a Widow will still kill and dismember the body for the sheer pleasure of it....
...Oddly enough, Black Widow attacks have been almost non-existent in regions where the child-like Psi-dykes dwell. The majority of survivors
of Black Widow attacks are often found unconscious with a sleeping Psi-dyke and have no memory of what happened. Further investigation
into this strange phenomenon has thus far proven fruitless as the Psi-dykes are too simpleminded to answer detailed questions and Psychic Pokewomen
refuse to mindprobe a Psi-dyke under any circumstances. This has led to Psi-dykes being considered a kind of Anti-Widow charm in more rural areas,
though there is as yet no scientific evidence to back up this folklorish assumption...
The Sons of Sukebe
This mysterious secretive cult is believed to have arisen shortly after the end of Sukebe's War. Following several attacks on key scientific installations the groups was labeled a terrorist organization by the Seven Nations during the Golden Age. Members of the cult were hunted down by the
authorities and it was believed that the organization had been destroyed until P.S. 214 when the Neo-viral bombing of the Pokeleague Summit
by members of the Sons of Sukebe ignited the first Revenge War. Following the end of the Revenge War in P.S. 228, the newly formed United League Council issued a universal ban on all teachings and materials related to the SOS punishable by total mindwipe for offenders. Despite this crackdown the Sons of
Sukebe continued to recruit members and engaged in various criminal activities to the point where they rivaled Team Rocket in terms of influence in
the criminal underworld by P.S. 267. This culminated in a clash between the two outlawed groups in the city of Ankmorecunt in P.S. 273 that left the
city heavily damaged and resulted in hundreds dead on both sides as well as thousands of innocent casualties. As a result of the Battle of Ankmorecunt
and the ensuing wave of assassinations of key Team Rocket leaders, the remaining Team Rocket leadership made a secret treaty with the ULC in P.S. 274
and together their combined forces rooted out and destroyed all known SOS bases in League territories by P.S. 287. Since that disaster the Sons of Sukebe
have gone to ground and only occasionally reveal their presence through rare pirate hacks in communication networks and thefts of data from protected
installations where their signature emblem has been left behind to taunt the authorities.
Interrogations of captured cult members has revealed that the Sons of Sukebe have two key missions and that all of the cult's actions are ultimately directed towards achieving these goals. The first ambition of the SOS is to follow in the path of Sukebe and achieve World Domination through total mastery of all Pokewomen. In order to accomplish this seemingly impossible task, the Sons of Sukebe have devoted much of their time and attention to searching for the mythical "Heir of Sukebe". While rumors and tales of this supposed successor to Sukebe's knowledge and power have been around for generations, the SOS believes that this legend is real and are obsessed with locating Sukebe's Heir at any cost.
-Chronicles of the Pokeleague, 2nd Edition -BANNED BY ORDER OF THE UNITED LEAGUE COUNCIL-
T-Virus
An artifical bio-engineered life-form created by Sukebe responsible for all Pokewomen related activity on Earth. Believed to have been initially released sometime around B.S. -10, this highly infectious virus is estimated to have infected over 80% of the human race by the start of Sukebe's War in B.S. -7.
By P.S. 36, all remaining humans were confirmed to have been contaminated by the T-virus. As a result, all human females now carry the dormant genes for
a possible Pokewomen transformation and pass this on hereditarily. All attempts to devise a vaccine against the T-Virus have failed due to the virii's complex nature and behavior.
Like Pokewomen, the T-virus is a seven dimensional being that interacts in normal space in ways that violate the
physical nature and laws of this universe. By interacting with the genetic material of a host, the virus can radically
alter the form and nature of the victim. The T-virus seems specifically designed for humans, experiments
involving lab animals have resulted in horrible man-eating mutations and a permanent ban on all animal testing.
In women, the T-virus seems to particularly target genes related towards gestation and nursing, leading to it's initial nickname
of the "Tits Virus" or the "T&A Bug". Low level contamination in women (.0125 or less) has no detectable effect aside
from the normal disease resistance and reduced visual symptoms of aging. Chances for these "pure-bloods" to suffer Threshold
are very remote under normal circumstances. Normal levels of contamination (.0475 - .0126) are generally noticable
by increased bust size, physical attractiveness and unusual pigment colors on various parts of the body. The possibility of
undergoing threshold at this level is rare but not unheard of. At High Levels of Contamination (.0850 - .0476), Threshold
has a better then 50% chance of occurring by the late teens. Casual observers can easily confuse the appearance of these girls
with certain domestic Pokewomen. At Critical Levels of Contamination (.0999 - .o851), Threshold is a certainty and can be triggered
at any time. Once T-levels exceed .1000, a female's transformation into a Pokewomen occurs immediately.
Males do not suffer any noticable effects from the T-virus at levels below .0125. Blood gifts and Curses appear between T-levels .0126 and
.0899. At T-levels of .0500 and higher, unusual body features can begin to manifest, sperm viability is reduced and a heightened aggressiveness
towards others can become noticeable. Human males can not naturally exceed a T-level of .0899 because the T-virus will systematically destroy
the Y-chromosome once it reaches a T-level of .0900, killing the host and reducing their body to an organic orange goo. All research to artificially
surpass this limit has been banned by the United League Council following several attempts that resulted in media blackouts of the facilities
involved.
-A Guide to Basic Pokewoman Research, 5th edition
A Pokewomen Universe Story
by Shade
Porn with Plot Warning.
Copyrighted character use warning.
Ignoring what a lot of other people wrote warning.
Warning about warning warning warning.
"Sometimes questions are more important than answers."
-Nancy Willard
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Chapter 2: The Will to Survive
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Urutori knelt down beside the injured figure and one hand traced lightly over the bloody shoulder.
Mocker bite. And at least one of the barbed fangs had lodged in the wound too. If left untreated,
it would be fatal. Even for a Pokewoman.
She didn't recognize the girl's type, though to be fair the filthy state
she was in didn't exactly help her search for identifying marks.
But that was something that could be explored at greater length later.
The priestess hefted the limp body in her arms, paying no heed to the stains it left on her pristine robes.
The Onkami marveled at how light the stranger was and then winced at she got her first good look at exposed ribs
and hollow cheeks.
Her wings came out and she took off, leaving the wet smear of the Mocker to be disposed of by the forest.
One of the many Genetic Abominations that the long dead city of Viridick had created during the Third War,
she had thought that the Mockers were nearly extinct by now. It was fortunate that she had managed to get
the drop on it before the beast had managed to establish itself in the area.
But how had this girl come here?
She wondered about that all the way back to her campsite.
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Fire and Ice.
He was burning.
He was freezing.
Where one ended, the other began.
"You will be a man among men."
That voice was familiar. Older, male and rough.
"The lion will toss its own cubs off of a cliff to make them stronger. I can do no less for you."
It hurt! It hurt!
The blue flames were freezing him alive!
"Become stronger. When you fall, pick yourself up again and strive further and higher!"
The red ice was turning him into nothing but ash.
"Food is eaten. Money is spent. All of it can be taken away. Only strength remains."
There was a figure there, he couldn't see its face.
"A man among men."
He could not endure it. His body was falling apart.
Knives. A million tiny knives of glass slowly digging themselves deeper into him.
"Father!"
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Shiryu was waiting for her by the fire as she landed.
"Urutori-sama, are you injured?"
The priestess looked down.
Her robes were mess of red and brown.
"The blood is not mine."
The silver haired warrior took in the cradled figure in her arms and what it meant in an instant.
"What was it?"
"Mocker. Fully grown. Fortunately I caught it by surprise."
The eyes didn't open, but her lips went thin with tension.
"She was bitten?"
"Yes. Can you fill the pots and set them on the fire? I'm going to need lots of hot water."
The Ryutoshi nodded and moved quickly to get the water boiling.
The Onkami gently placed the softly moaning girl on her sleeping furs.
Then she stepped back and discarded her own ruined clothing without a second thought to the ground,
revealing herself entirely to the watching moon. The cool night breeze made her wings instinctively
fall back closer to her bare back, but otherwise she paid no attention to her nudity.
When the water had boiled she quickly used some of it to scrub off the grime and blood.
The silent Shiryu offered her a towel that she used to dry her hands and arms.
Once she was satisfied that she had cleansed herself as best she could,
the winged priestess fetched her medical kit and bent down beside her
patient.
"Shiryu, I must ask for your assistance. I need to get the fang out."
The other Pokewoman nodded and placed her weapon on the ground within easy reach
before moving to restrain the unconscious girl.
The blonde Onkami pulled out a long pair of plain white bone tweezers.
As her companion steadied the bare shoulder that still oozed blood,
she began to probe for the half-hidden tooth lodged in the red and pink
flesh. It resisted her efforts to fish it out, tearing the surrounding
muscles with tiny hooked barbs.
The priestess muttered a soft oath under her breath
Then she produced a small sharp knife from her pouch.
She let the blade heat in the fire until it glowed red.
"Shiryu. Be sure to do it quickly."
The other woman nodded and picked up the sterilized blade in one hand.
Urutori could feel the tension building up inside of her.
This would not be pleasant.
Her tweezers seized the fang tightly.
"Mother be with you, little one."
Then she yanked it out of the girl's shoulder in a spray of blood.
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"Foul Cretin! I shall Smite thee!"
Those eyes full of hate.
"Accursed Sorcerer! I shall vanquish your foul magics!!
He couldn't escape them. Frozen in place, all he could do was watch the blow come.
The sword struck him.
"DIE!!"
His shoulder exploded into a crimson flower of agony.
He couldn't even scream.
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The Ryutoshi brought the knife down.
Urutori forced herself to watch. It was the only way she could think of to share the other girl's pain.
The sickening sizzle the flesh made as the hot blade touched it was rivaled
only by the sickeningly sweet smell of burned blood. A tiny wisp of steam
puffed out from where the metal contacted the wound.
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"That felt like a baby's kick."
His hands and feet were impaled against a wooden board.
"You always were good for nothing but running away."
It was only strips of cloth, but they felt like iron nails
had been rammed through him.
Something wet was being poured on him. The fumes were making his nose burn.
'No!'
"Don't worry. I'll be sure to console your grieving fiancees."
The fanged mouth grinned as a match was struck.
'Don't touch-'
"Give us your best wishes....FROM HELL!!"
The tiny flame touched down.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
He was consumed.
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Shiryu removed the no longer glowing blade.
Urutori swallowed back the traces of nausea and grabbed a clean piece of cloth that she dipped in
the hot water and cleaned around the cauterized wound before finally wrapping a cloth bandage tightly
around it.
Throughout the entire operation the unconscious girl hadn't made a sound. Even her earlier moaning
had stopped. The only sign that she was even still alive was the faint pulse on her neck and
the shallow breaths that barely stirred her ample chest.
Not a good sign.
Using the rest of the hot water and plenty of fragrant soap they finished washing her free
of the accumulated grime and bits of the forest stuck to her skin and tangled in her long red hair.
Thin beads of water gleamed softly in the pale moonlight on her freshly scrubbed skin as they toweled
her off.
But for all the reaction they got from her body they might as well have been bathing a lifeless doll.
It would have to be done after all.
Urutori was grateful that Shiryu had set the skin tent up. While she normally preferred to
sleep out under the stars, for matters like this, it was best to have a measure of privacy.
She carried the strange girl into the tent and placed her on the spare furs that the Ryutoshi
had thoughtfully laid out for them. The girl's skin was cold, like touching a marble statue.
The priestess carefully straddled her, laying down until their respective breasts pushed against
each other and the sound of her own heart was faintly echoed by the slowing beats of the masked stranger.
The Onkami embraced her, imparting her own body's warmth skin to skin. The winged blonde's body began
to glow with a soothing yellow light as she started to sing softly to the unresponsive girl.
"Ai-mo, Ai-mo, Ne-de-ru ru-she,
Noi na miri-a enderu purode-a,
Futo-mi."
A spectrum of swirling energy expanded out from the Pokewoman to encompass the joined bodies.
Small random arcs of pure raw power caressed their exposed forms as Urutori focused her will
on the flow that she was calling forth. Her voice was the channel that directed its path,
her mind was the gate that controlled the intensity of the stream and her soul was what gave
it form and purpose.
"Koko wa attaka na umi da-yo."
The power swirled around the fragile fading spark of life. It passed through skin and flesh
as though they were not there and it was as if many small invisible hands were there at a level
too small to be seen, where the ions between nerves sputtered against the jammed conduits that
would not let them pass. Here the poison, if there had been any observers at this scale, was
a many sided geometric shape that seemed to pulse with its own inner malice.
"Mune no oku ni nemeru
o-ki na o-o-ki na itsukushimi wa,
tsunagu te no hira-no,
ondo de shizuka ni me-ya samasu-yo."
And it was here that the power flowed like the tide of the sea, picking up the little killers
in a wave composed of millions of tiny hands that dissolved molecules into even smaller things
that no longer choked the electrical paths of the nerve cells and which the body could eventually
break down on its own.
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"We are in a warm ocean,"
The pain was gone.
"The skylarks dance in the sky as waves,"
Someone was singing him a lullaby. Her voice filled him with a soothing warmth that seemed
to saturate every cell of his body. It stirred something that was not quite a memory
from the grey fog in his mind.
"You are my young and gentle child,"
A sunny day. The familiar warmth. A face he could not see, but he could sense her kindness.
"This great deep affection that sleeps within my chest,
Slowly awakens now from the warmth of your hands,"
The unspoken bond of parent and child.
'Mother....'
He descended into sleep once more.
But this time he did not dream.
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Urutori stirred as the warmth of the morning sun tickled her exposed back.
Her wings twitched as the fine white feathers ruffled themselves, tucking
themselves close as she sat up and stretched unselfconsciously in front of
the tent's open flap.
The young Pokewoman could not remember the last time she had slept so well.
Normally the expenditure of power for something on the Level of a Healing
Ritual left her weak and tired for hours afterwards. But this morning she
felt fully charged, her energy reserves filled to full capacity.
It was strange, but not unwelcome.
Urutori turned back to check on her patient still slumbering on the bed beside her.
Her eyes widened as the last traces of sleep fled from her head.
The mask was the same, but it was not the same person she had rescued last night.
Black hair. An obvious lack of breasts. Larger then the waif of the previous night,
but still smaller then either herself or Shiryu. She saw it all right there in front
of her, but it was taking her longer to grasp the significance of it all.
Her gaze continued further down.
The muscles and framework were all familiar and yet completely alien. It was as if
someone had taken the girl from last night and completely rebuilt her into a larger
and tougher body that had nothing to do with femininity.
And then there was the part sticking out between the legs.
The priestess had observed the animals of the forest and possessed a few old books,
but she had never before seen one on an actual person before.
It was almost too fantastic to be believable.
Her grandmother had told her stories about the Fourth War.
And now those tales had taken shape in front of her.
The first one to enter the Forests of Eternity in over nine hundred years.
A man.
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The Ryutoshi tasted the broth and gave a small nod of approval.
Her morning search had scared up a pair of hares and located sufficient
vegetation to make a hearty soup that she'd thickened with the oats from
her supply pack.
Her mistress would need to replenish her strength and the injured girl
could be fed more easily as well. While she found the stranger's presence
here odd, she did not question her mistress's decision to provide aid.
Protection for those in need, Assistance to those who lacked, Punishment to those who harmed.
The three aspects of the Mother's way.
As she prepared two bowls of the steaming soup, Shiryu's mind wandered back to the disturbing events
of the night before. A Mocker was bad enough, but she had also not yet had a chance to tell Urutori-sama
of the reason for her own delay at arriving at the camp. There had been no time while the priestess
had worked to save the life of the injured stranger and her mistress had fallen asleep immediately afterwards.
There were Dires in the Forest. She had slain the two that had tried to ambush her,
but the tracks she had found indicated at least half a dozen more were roaming around.
Dires and Mockers shared a single connection. They had been created long ago by the humans of Viridick
as anti-Pokewoman biological weapons. The presence of one type or the other was unusual enough,
but to have found the presence of both in such a short span of time was stretching the bounds of probability.
Shiryu was not a great believer in coincidence.
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The wound was healing remarkably well. Had she not seen it just the prior night fresh and bleeding,
the priestess would have sworn that it was several days old in the morning light. There seemed to be
no signs of infection and she rebandaged his shoulder after reapplying some herbal ointment.
Her studies had mentioned something like this in passing, traits that certain humans had gradually
inherited from interbreeding with Pokewomen over several generations known as 'Bloodgifts'.
One hand gently traced the hard contours of the white mask. Not a seperate object as she had first assumed,
the material was warm and seemed to be joined directly to his face. A few very old tomes had mentioned the
other side of the mixing of the two species, physical and mental deformities known as 'Blood Curses'.
Was that what this was? It seemed plausible enough.
Satisfied for the present that she had done all she could and that her patient was in no immediate danger,
Urutori decided to indulge her growing curiosity a bit more while she waited for the stranger to wake up.
Old stories and dry technical descriptions did not seem to adequately capture the essence
of having a real flesh and blood human male in front of her.
For one thing, he seemed to be a lot less hairy then what the books had said to expect. There had
been several notes about the presence of body hair as being a reliable indicator of adult specimens.
From what she could see so far, there was no facial hair on those smooth skinned cheeks and none
whatsoever from his neck down to his toes. Could this be a child instead of an adult then?
It would certainly seem to fit with his relative smaller size compared to any of the adult Pokewomen
from the village she was acquainted with. Not a very young child certainly, but still waiting to
make the transition into adulthood.
She nodded her head in satisfaction at having reached this perfectly logical conclusion.
It seemed to make absolute sense and gave her a frame of reference in which to treat the stranger from now on.
That it might be completely and utterly wrong never crossed her mind for a moment.
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He opened his eyes to see an angel studying his groin with an expression of intense interest on her face.
He wondered what the appropriate response to this was. There was a vague recollection
of someone telling him that "It's different when a girl does it."
So he stared at her as she studied him.
Then his eyes widened as he realized that she was as naked as he was.
Without even thinking, his hands flew down to shield himself and he tried to back away
without looking directly at her.
At that point his shoulder decided to tell him that all of this movement wasn't such a good idea.
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Urutori gave a small shriek of surprise as the boy suddenly reared back unexpectedly.
She had thought he was still sleeping. Then she saw him pale and clutch at his bandages.
The priestess was at his side in an instant, her healer's training taking over as she started to
check to see that he hadn't reopened the injury. She didn't even notice how her patient's pale face
suddenly turned bright red as he was given a very good look in every sense of the word.
It was only when Shiryu entered the tent with a tray of soup and several freshly baked oatcakes
that the Pokewoman realized her own lack of garments. She accepted a set of fresh clothes from
her friend graciously and dressed quickly.
She turned back to see the Ryutoshi suspiciously facing the young man who
was shrinking back as far as he could into the flimsy protection of the furs.
"My lady, who is this and what happened to the one from last night?"
"He is right there."
There was a moment of startled silence.
Then Shiryu deliberately turned her head back towards Urutori and opened her eyes.
The golden amber pupils seemed to crackle with energy.
"Urutori-sama, was that supposed to be one of your jokes?"
The priestess looked straight into those disturbing eyes.
"No."
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He could barely understand anything they were saying. Some of the words sounded familiar,
but mostly it was gibberish to him. But he understood the finger being jabbed in his
direction by the silver haired woman all too well. She was upset about something.
The angel said something back, again he felt he could almost make sense of individual
words but the grammer structure she was using didn't make any sense to him.
The only word he could indentify with any certainty had been "man".
His shoulder still ached but he pushed the pain down into the back of his mind.
As long as he made no further sudden movements it was tolerable.
His nose twiched at the delicious smell of the hot food the newcomer had brought.
He was starving.
But who were these people? His gaze went back and forth between the angel and the young woman.
They'd saved him from the monster and treated his injuries. But what did they want?
Whatever conversation the two were having finally seemed to come to a conclusion.
The silver haired beauty bowed stiffly from the waist and left the tent without a sound.
The golden haired angel looked troubled for a moment before her features recomposed
into a more friendly expression as she turned back to her patient.
She said something that sounded encouraging in a voice like warm honey.
He said back to her, "I don't understand."
Now it was her turn to look confused.
She tried a few words that sounded like birds singing.
He shook his head.
Something singsong that almost had the right syllables was closer, but still unrecognizable.
She tried five or six more times, each in a different alien tongue, before finally giving up on it.
Instead the winged angel used a universal sign language. She took a bowl and plate from the platter
of food that the other woman had brought in and took it over to him along with a wooden spoon.
The accompanying gestures she used were almost unnecessary, he got the point well enough.
He started to dig in.
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Urutori could only stare at the spectacle taking place in front of her. She had never seen anything quite like it.
The boy ate like a starving wild animal. He stuffed his mouth until it bulged and barely bothered to chew before swallowing.
Even the boiling heat of the soup barely slowed him down as he yelped once and then started blowing frantically to cool it
down as he used the spoon like a shovel. The way he crouched over the tray it was almost as if he were afraid of the food
being snatched away from him.
Only when he finally noticed her shocked expression did the youth blush in embarrassment and slow down his frenzied pace
to something resembling a normal style of eating.
Satisfied for the moment that her patient was not going to injure himself by gulping his food down too fast,
Uturtori grabbed a warm oatcake for herself and wrapped it around a steaming slice of hare. She chewed thoughtfully
as she considered what was to be done now. Shiryu's news of the presence of Dires had forced her to discard her
initial plan of simply flying her patient back to her home. With a passenger the flight back to her temple would
have required her to make at least one landing to rest for awhile. That was not an option any longer, not with a pack
of Dires roaming around.
The beasts were not truly intelligent, but they were cunning creatures. Resembling a fusion of wolf, boar and alligator,
a single Dire easily outmassed the Onkami by several hundred kilos. They were also devilishly fast for their size and
distressingly stubborn about tracking prey they had marked for however long it took them to finally bring it down.
No, they would have to go to the village. Shiryu had already dispatched a warning using one of the forest owls,
so they should have already received it by now. That would be the safest place to stay until the infestation was
eliminated.
But first they needed to deal with this language barrier.
She didn't know if this would work on a non-Pokewoman. The ritual was ancient, passed down through her bloodline
for generations. But time was short and if it failed then they would be no worse off then before.
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He fought the urge to lick his fingers. His face was still burning from the look on the angel's face. He hadn't meant
to make such a pig of himself like that in front of her. But the food had been so good and he'd been so hungry. From
the moment he'd taken the first bite he'd known that he had to finish quickly or else it would be stolen from him
by....by....
He couldn't remember. But the feeling had been so strong that he couldn't stop himself.
It was so frustrating to have these holes in his memory. Every time he came close to grasping one of the teasing images
that fluttered at the fringes of his awareness they dissolved like mist before the sun.
He looked up to see that the angel was glowing. His mouth dropped open until he remembered to close it again.
Shimmering blue radiance formed lines and alien symbols on her exposed skin. He could feel goosebumps forming
on his own skin from the sensation of power he could somehow sense coming from them. It felt like the air
was turning solid and pushing back against his body, He could see her chanting something but the sound seemed
to fade before it could reach his ears. The strangest thing however, was that he wasn't afraid. He could feel
the energy coalescing around the winged woman's form, but the presence of danger wasn't there.
He watched silently as she approached him, still enthralled by the light emanating from her body.
And then her beautiful face was right there in front of him.
"Wo Ai Ni."
For just a second, he saw the image of a pretty purple haired girl smiling longingly at him.
And then the moment passed and he was looking into the sea blue eyes of the blonde angel again.
Right before she kissed him.
-End Chapter 2: The Will to Survive
-Bonus Features-
The Following Data was retrieved from the Post-Third War ruins of Pewtit Town.
Pokedex Entry #000911
Name: Black Widow
Aliases: Widow, Widowmaker, Death on Eight Legs, Killer Bitch from Hell, Your Worst Nightmare made Flesh, Bitches from Satan's Ass
Classification: Dark Evolution
Elemental Affinity: None
Lifespan: Unknown
Reproduction: None (Sterile)
Habitat: Varies, seems to prefer dark places
Reported Encounter Rate: Extremely Rare
Diet: Anyone it can catch
Libido: High & Twisted
Strong vs: Poison, Physical, Water, Electric, Cold, Energy, Drain, Magic, Psychic
Resists: Earth, Steel
Weak vs: Plasma, High level Flame/Heat
Evolves from: Special*
Capture Difficulty: Impossible to Capture
Strength: A -Able to lift up to five times its body weight without effort
Agility: B+ -Remarkably Agile for their size
Speed: B -Top Measured Speed is 30 miles an hour
Durability: A++ -Compartmentalized body structure with redundant support systems requires spinal cord destruction or brain death for a confirmed kill
Endurance: S -Capable of sustained activity for at least 12 days without food or rest.
Intelligence: C -have demonstrated rudimentary problem solving abilities
Hostility Rating: SSS -will attack and kill anything in sight without mercy
Distortion Field Strength: A+ -impervious to small arms fire, reduces damage from anti-armor weapons and explosives by half
Armor Rating: A++ -Requires at least the Equivalent of Class A Strength to penetrate.
Psychic Ability: D -Radiates an Aura of Fear in a 30' radius. Can sense and feed on the emotions of those it consumes. Immune to all mental attacks.
Overall Threat Rating: SSS -Avoid at all costs
Special Abilities:
-Poison: The Widow's entire body is saturated in a lethal cocktail of exotic chemical compounds and biological poisons. Any bare skin contact
with either the exterior or interior of a Widow has a high risk of transmittal into the victim's body. Any physical wounds inflicted by a
Widow's claws or spines will also have a high probability of transmittal. Due to the complex and varied nature of the compounds, this
contact poison will affect even Poison-types which are normally immune or resistant to other conventional toxins. Without prompt treatment
by magic and/or specialized medical care, victims will suffer severe pain, internal bleeding and cellular degeneration for several days before death.
-Stinger: Contains a more concentrated and potent form of the chemical cocktail found on the Widow. One sting will kill a human or normal animal
instantly and is fatal to most Pokewomen in a matter of seconds.
-Venom: A Widow's true-mouth and cunt-mouth both secrete a paralytic neurotoxin that inhibits voluntary muscle control without interfering
with automatic nervous systems functions that control breathing and pain sensations. This venom is typically employed on prey to immobilize
it for dissection and consumption while allowing the Widow to enjoy every last drop of pain and suffering before finally devouring the
still living remains of its victim.
-Spit: A Widow's true-mouth is capable of shooting a spray or glob of concentrated neurotoxins and acid with exceptional accuracy up to 20' away.
This spit is so corrosive that it will melt most organic materials that it contacts into goo in a matter of minutes and can seriously corrode
all other substances except pure gold and platinum.
-Silk: Spinnerets located under the mouth, cunt-mouth and anus of the Widow are all capable of producing the same kinds of silk available to
Spider-Type Pokewomen with the sole difference being that all Widow produced silk is infused with a strong paralytic contact poison.
-Climb Walls/Ceilings: Able to move on vertical and inverted surfaces without any penalty.
-Aura of Fear 30': Automatically radiates a continuous feeling of horror and agony around itself that helps it to flush out prey and cripple
enemies attacking the Widow. Only the most stubborn and willful Pokewomen can endure or ignore this ability.
-Distortion Field: Like all Pokewomen, Widows generate a bio-energy field around themselves that protects against high energy/velocity attacks.
-Enhanced Chitin Armor: The light weight reinforced hide is 30x stronger then steel.
-Thermal Vision: A Widow's secondary eyes can detect infrared emissions from sources up to 40' away.
From the Notes of Professer Donglong, P.S. 337:
...The Black Widow is the most infamous of the twisted mutations known as Dark Evolutions. Yet despite appearing time and again throughout
modern history, very little is known about this terrifying monstrosity. Due to the enormous amount of damage the creatures can sustain
before dying, all Widow corpses retrieved to date have been little more then bits and pieces or charred ash. Most of our information
comes from the lucky survivors of Widow exterminations and recovered tapes of videos that were running during a Black Widow attack....
...Although no two Widows are ever alike, the species is easily recognizable by the jet black tauric arthropod abdomen with its distinctive
red hourglass symbol. They can range in size from two to four meters tall and have been estimated to weigh as much as half a ton. Autopsies
of the viable portions of Widow remains have confirmed the existence of secondary eyes on the creature's head that give them a limited
360 degree vision in the infrared spectrum....
....To date, the only known countermeasure to Black Widows is high intensity heat. Thermite, White Phosphorus and plasma have both been found
to be able to set off a lethal chain reaction inside the creature's otherwise nearly impenetrable armored caraprace. While it would seem that
Fire-type Pokewomen would be a natural enemy of Black Widows, such has not been the case in 90% of known Widow exterminations. It appears that
most Fire-types either lack the ability to produce a strong enough Fire attack to kill a Black Widow or were unable to target the attack
against the fast moving Widow before it killed them. Despite being vicious bloodthirsty killers, Black Widows have demonstrated at least
a rudimentary intellect combined with an animal cunning that leads them to target Fire-type Pokewomen as a higher priority.....
....Black Widows are pure carnivores and prefer to consume live prey whenever possible. They are one of the few creatures that can feed on
Pokewomen without suffering from the normal side effects involved in consuming High T-level tissue. While unable to feed on certain Cybernetic,
Plant and Rock types that lack softer tissues a Widow will still kill and dismember the body for the sheer pleasure of it....
...Oddly enough, Black Widow attacks have been almost non-existent in regions where the child-like Psi-dykes dwell. The majority of survivors
of Black Widow attacks are often found unconscious with a sleeping Psi-dyke and have no memory of what happened. Further investigation
into this strange phenomenon has thus far proven fruitless as the Psi-dykes are too simpleminded to answer detailed questions and Psychic Pokewomen
refuse to mindprobe a Psi-dyke under any circumstances. This has led to Psi-dykes being considered a kind of Anti-Widow charm in more rural areas,
though there is as yet no scientific evidence to back up this folklorish assumption...
The Sons of Sukebe
This mysterious secretive cult is believed to have arisen shortly after the end of Sukebe's War. Following several attacks on key scientific installations the groups was labeled a terrorist organization by the Seven Nations during the Golden Age. Members of the cult were hunted down by the
authorities and it was believed that the organization had been destroyed until P.S. 214 when the Neo-viral bombing of the Pokeleague Summit
by members of the Sons of Sukebe ignited the first Revenge War. Following the end of the Revenge War in P.S. 228, the newly formed United League Council issued a universal ban on all teachings and materials related to the SOS punishable by total mindwipe for offenders. Despite this crackdown the Sons of
Sukebe continued to recruit members and engaged in various criminal activities to the point where they rivaled Team Rocket in terms of influence in
the criminal underworld by P.S. 267. This culminated in a clash between the two outlawed groups in the city of Ankmorecunt in P.S. 273 that left the
city heavily damaged and resulted in hundreds dead on both sides as well as thousands of innocent casualties. As a result of the Battle of Ankmorecunt
and the ensuing wave of assassinations of key Team Rocket leaders, the remaining Team Rocket leadership made a secret treaty with the ULC in P.S. 274
and together their combined forces rooted out and destroyed all known SOS bases in League territories by P.S. 287. Since that disaster the Sons of Sukebe
have gone to ground and only occasionally reveal their presence through rare pirate hacks in communication networks and thefts of data from protected
installations where their signature emblem has been left behind to taunt the authorities.
Interrogations of captured cult members has revealed that the Sons of Sukebe have two key missions and that all of the cult's actions are ultimately directed towards achieving these goals. The first ambition of the SOS is to follow in the path of Sukebe and achieve World Domination through total mastery of all Pokewomen. In order to accomplish this seemingly impossible task, the Sons of Sukebe have devoted much of their time and attention to searching for the mythical "Heir of Sukebe". While rumors and tales of this supposed successor to Sukebe's knowledge and power have been around for generations, the SOS believes that this legend is real and are obsessed with locating Sukebe's Heir at any cost.
-Chronicles of the Pokeleague, 2nd Edition -BANNED BY ORDER OF THE UNITED LEAGUE COUNCIL-
T-Virus
An artifical bio-engineered life-form created by Sukebe responsible for all Pokewomen related activity on Earth. Believed to have been initially released sometime around B.S. -10, this highly infectious virus is estimated to have infected over 80% of the human race by the start of Sukebe's War in B.S. -7.
By P.S. 36, all remaining humans were confirmed to have been contaminated by the T-virus. As a result, all human females now carry the dormant genes for
a possible Pokewomen transformation and pass this on hereditarily. All attempts to devise a vaccine against the T-Virus have failed due to the virii's complex nature and behavior.
Like Pokewomen, the T-virus is a seven dimensional being that interacts in normal space in ways that violate the
physical nature and laws of this universe. By interacting with the genetic material of a host, the virus can radically
alter the form and nature of the victim. The T-virus seems specifically designed for humans, experiments
involving lab animals have resulted in horrible man-eating mutations and a permanent ban on all animal testing.
In women, the T-virus seems to particularly target genes related towards gestation and nursing, leading to it's initial nickname
of the "Tits Virus" or the "T&A Bug". Low level contamination in women (.0125 or less) has no detectable effect aside
from the normal disease resistance and reduced visual symptoms of aging. Chances for these "pure-bloods" to suffer Threshold
are very remote under normal circumstances. Normal levels of contamination (.0475 - .0126) are generally noticable
by increased bust size, physical attractiveness and unusual pigment colors on various parts of the body. The possibility of
undergoing threshold at this level is rare but not unheard of. At High Levels of Contamination (.0850 - .0476), Threshold
has a better then 50% chance of occurring by the late teens. Casual observers can easily confuse the appearance of these girls
with certain domestic Pokewomen. At Critical Levels of Contamination (.0999 - .o851), Threshold is a certainty and can be triggered
at any time. Once T-levels exceed .1000, a female's transformation into a Pokewomen occurs immediately.
Males do not suffer any noticable effects from the T-virus at levels below .0125. Blood gifts and Curses appear between T-levels .0126 and
.0899. At T-levels of .0500 and higher, unusual body features can begin to manifest, sperm viability is reduced and a heightened aggressiveness
towards others can become noticeable. Human males can not naturally exceed a T-level of .0899 because the T-virus will systematically destroy
the Y-chromosome once it reaches a T-level of .0900, killing the host and reducing their body to an organic orange goo. All research to artificially
surpass this limit has been banned by the United League Council following several attempts that resulted in media blackouts of the facilities
involved.
-A Guide to Basic Pokewoman Research, 5th edition