Scott In Pokegirl Land Redux Chapter 2

Chapter 1                               Summary                                                                                      Chapter 3    
     

Life has a funny way of changing suddenly and without warning. Sometimes you’ll be wandering along on your daily routine then something strange and unexpected occurs that will completely shake the foundation that your life is built upon. My life had been a bit dismal of late but then that changed when I heard her voice, the voice of an angel calling out for help.

I left everything behind without a second thought, without any thought really. It would take several days before I fully understood the ramifications of what I had done. The realization hit me like a hammer and left me speechless for a time. I may never be able to return home and I have nowhere in this strange new world that I belong. I would have to make a life for myself here, somehow. I had no other choice.

Chapter 2: A World of Difference

The stillness of the early dawn combined with the warmth of his fleece blanket to keep Scott firmly entrenched in his world of dreams and fantasy without consequences. He dreamed of his old life, his new life, and of the girl he had met recently. He dreamed of many things both fantastic and mundane. Unfortunately for the man all dreams eventually ended.

A blaring announcement echoed outward from the nearby hall. “Good morning, good morning! It’s time for you to wake up! Get Dressed. Breakfast is in an hour.”

Scott groaned loudly then fought off the strength draining effects of sleep. He had to get ready. He was going to take his placement test today. Three months of being in this helpful hellhole had worn on his nerves. The city government had granted him entry into their placement program. This was both incredibly helpful and somewhat humiliating at the same time. The average age of his peers was sixteen. He was thirty. Honestly, he felt a bit like the creepy guy who had graduated from highschool but still goes to highschool parties.

He dressed quickly. There would be precious little time today. The placement test was a three part exam designed to determine a proper career. Completing the test with reasonable marks would allow the man to undertake a work study certification course.

“Hey grandpa. Today’s the day, huh?” Scott turned to the now familiar voice then smirked. “Morning Shawna. Same for you, huh?”

The black-haired girl smiled happily then nodded. “Yeah, I’m focusing on trying to become a coordinator.”

“I remember. Did you ever finish that design book you said you’d started?”

Shawna shrugged then shook her head. “Not yet. I still have a few more designs to finish.”

“Morning perverts. Who’s hungry?” said a cocky voice from down the hall. The chatty duo turned to see Cameron, one of their roommates. The placement program placed people into singular apartment units that accommodated two to eight people. Normally the students would be placed two to a single room but those who could afford it would be able to have a private room. Scott had a private room solely because he was much older than the other students.

“Who’s a pervert?” asked Shawna.

Cameron snorted at her then pointed at her outfit. “When you go to breakfast wearing a body stocking and hot pants you’re not exactly acting all chaste and virginal.”

“Hey! This is my combat uniform you ass. Everyone wears these things.” Shawna huffed loudly at him, an action which caught the attention of both of her male roommates. The subtle movements of her breasts against her skin tight body stocking were quite distracting.

Scott blinked then tore his gaze away. ‘Damn, she’s a kid you perverted bastard.’  While he understood that the legal age of consent was sixteen in this country, he was American. Even though age of consent varied from state to state most people considered it to be eighteen at the minimum. A sixteen year old girl wearing skin tight clothes was jail bait where he was from.

Shawna glared hatefully at Cameron then glanced over at Scott. She bit her lower lip then blushed lightly. ‘Why did he look away? Am I fat? Oh goddess, why did I pork out last night watching Coordinator Complex!’

Cameron noticed the awkwardness between his roommates then snickered. “Seriously, he’d old enough to be your dad.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” The black haired girl asked heatedly. She placed her fists on her hips for emphasis.

Her tormentor was about to respond but Scott cut him off. “We should probably get to breakfast.”

The teenagers glanced over at Scott then followed him toward the dining hall. The best part about today would be that they would be free to live their lives after the tests. These arguments would soon be over. That was also a point of sadness for the trio. Despite their constant bickering they had all grown to be somewhat friends in the last few months.

On the way to the dining hall Scott was stopped by the mail clerk. “Hey, didn’t you know you have mail?”

“Mail? I checked yesterday.”

“Probably the grandkids wanting to know how their gramps is doing.” Cameron said cheerfully.

“No, it’s your friend in Old Towne again.” The clerk informed Scott. “Do you want to write back? You won’t get a chance to check your e-mail again until you get set-up at your work study course.”

“I guess I should respond.”

“Old Towne? Is it that Angel again?” asked Shawna. Her expression moved from studied curiosity to mild annoyance when Scott shrugged. She didn’t like secrets.

“Have you three eaten yet?” asked a booming male voice. The newcomer walked up to the group in a confident and authoritative manner. “We have a tight schedule today. You should eat.”

“Guess you’ll have to wait on your letter. I’m Sorry, Scott.”

“It’s cool. I have a lot going on today anyway. Whoever it is can wait I guess.”

With that said, the group wandered off to eat breakfast. They would need all of their strength to focus on the task at hand.  The placement tests would only guarantee that they find employment. They had to perform well in order to find good employment.

Scott glanced up at the clock and sighed. It was only two o’clock. The test results would not be announced for another hour.  He had wandered back to his room to finish packing. No matter what he would be leaving later this afternoon.

“All I have in the world.”  He gazed down at his various toiletries and three sets of clothes for a few seconds then began to fold them into his travel bag. Serena’s family had paid him the small bit of money that they had put up as a reward for her safe return and outside of tuition this was all that he could afford. They had felt that it was the least that they could do in order to thank him for helping to bring back their little girl.

Thinking of his worldly possessions reminded him of how he’d garnered them. This lead to other thoughts and soon he was thinking about his first day in this world again.

“It was a hell of a day, wasn’t it?” he asked the empty room. The world began to fall away as he entered into a dream-like reverie deeply recalling the events of that day…

……

The blond pokegirl wiped sweat from her brow despite the brisk morning air. Despite the fact that she looked like a mere slip of a thing she had a baseline physicality that was roughly similar to an Olympic athlete from Scott's world of origin. Dragging her tormentor around was weighing on her greatly even with her enhanced strength.

"Are you alright?" asked the blind man as he felt her stop. Without his sense of sight he was entirely beholden to her. If anything happened to her he would probably die. Of course, he didn't think of that when he asked about her welfare. He was genuinely concerned for the girl.

She smiled tentatively at the mild sound of worry in his town and said, "You betcha! We're almost to town. Then this guy will be someone else's problem."

"Man I'm glad to hear it. I'd hate to leave anyone in the woods to die, but this creep almost deserves It." remarked Scott with a sigh. He would get no argument from his nude friend.

"Yeah, I don't really want to go back but I guess we have to." she replied after a moment.

"Oh? Why not?"

The pokegirl shook her head slowly, causing her ponytails to sway back and forth. "It's the town I came from. Everyone knows me."

"Why wouldn't you want to go home? I'm sure someone has to be worried about you." replied the man with a tilt of his head.

She sighed softly. "No. I recently awakened. My parents were gonna throw me out of the house."

Scott frowned upon hearing this. It seemed like a plausible story if he really was in one of his literary creations. Humans had a tendency to treat Pokegirls like pets or hired mercenaries at best. At worst they were simply slaves that worked until they died.

Despite knowing how common her story must be if this was really the world he'd created he felt the need to respond in a humane way. She deserved to be treated better than that. "That's just wrong. You're their daughter no matter what. How could anyone do that?"

"It’s not the same. Now I'm a pokegirl." she said sadly. All of her former hopes and dreams had been dashed not long ago. 

"If you hadn't come along, I would belong to this guy here even if what he was doing wasn’t entirely legal." she said softly.

Her companion frowned and nodded. It seemed like something cool to add to a story, but the reality of it was a bitter pill to swallow. He didn't think he actually created this world. However, he had gleefully written about it often enough. A world full of hot naughty female super babes that did anything you wanted? What wasn't good about that?

There was a lot that was not good about that in reality. He did not even know what his new friend looked like beyond basic shadow shapes, but he knew that she had to be injured from her fight and covered in scratches from living in the woods. She’d had a real life once. At one time she was someone's beloved daughter. Well, hopefully she had been beloved. 

A thought occurred to him then, but he wasn't certain how to broach the subject. Instead he asked, "How long ago was that? You know. The awakening."

“About a week I guess. I lost track a little. It started to get hard to concentrate on time after a few days."

Scott did a mental calculation in his head. If another one of the things he wrote about held true then she was half way to going feral and becoming a wild Pokegirl. Depending on the kind of Pokegirl she was that could mean any of a number of outcomes.

The winged girl began to move again not long after the conversation died down. Whether she wanted to go back or not this guy had rescued her and he needed help. She felt she owed him and it was important to pay your debts.

A few silent hours passed as they traveled along. Strangely, the typical chit chat one might expect did not occur either. They had not even properly introduced themselves by the time they reached the outskirts of the town. 

"We're here." stated Scott's blond companion in a soft quiet tone. The man tried to cheer her up by talking about food and other amenities. Sadly, the light-hearted banter did not really help her much.

What occurred next would prove to be both heart breaking and unbelievable. Scott had not remembered one very important item about this little pet world of his. The laws were rather biased. A patrolling Officer Jenny came across the trio as they dragged their injured captive along the dirt path leading into town.

"What happened here?" asked the blue haired Pokegirl in a voice that spoke of authority. She would have answers.

"This man attacked my friend in the woods. We need medical attention." replied Scott before he realized what he was saying.

"He assaulted you and your pokegirl put him down? We'll have to verify your story. A Pokegirl assaulting a human is a serious offense unless it really was self-defense." stated the service type Pokegirl as she gestured for them to follow her.

Scott opened his mouth again and said, "No. I knocked him out."

"Why would you do that, if he attacked your Pokegirl?" The Officer Jenny asked with a casual tone of voice but she made subtle movements of a far less casual nature. 

This time his blond friend decided to try and help the situation along. "Because the Witch this guy was using was hurting me!"

The Officer Jenny stopped dead in her tracks and turned her head casually in their direction. Her voice was very calm as she asked? "Is that so? Are you saying your master deliberately attacked another human in a duel?"

Scott blinked sending a spasm of pain through his eyes. He had not been paying attention to what he was saying and now he began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The situation was going downhill fast.

"What, no. He was trying to catch me and…" began the angelic Pokegirl.

"I see. Say no more. We'll discuss this at the station." ordered the law enforcement Pokegirl as she gestured for them to walk in front of her.

They did so and were promptly guided to the police station. Once they arrived their blue haired escort instructed them to sit down. Another Officer Jenny came over to see what was going on and she nodded after hearing the story.

"Sounds like what? Interference with lawful capture, assault on a human, and damage of private property?" asked the new Pokegirl.

"So far. We'll let the psychic figure it out." remarked their former escort.

Scott did not like the sound of any of this. He liked it even less when his escort turned to him and said, "You're going to have to wait in a cell till the psychic on duty arrives. If you go quietly I won't restrain you. Your injuries are severe otherwise I would have arrested you earlier."

"Cell?" asked Scott's Angelic friend. "He didn't do anything but help me!"

"Yeah, well, that's a crime you know." remarked the pink haired Officer Jenny as she gestured for a third Officer Jenny to open the holding cell from her desk.

The man balked despite his wounds. "You can't be serious about this!"

"Are you resisting arrest citizen?" asked the blue haired Officer Jenny. She usually enjoyed it when they resisted. This was especially true of a human.

"Why are you arresting me? She was being attacked by some asshole that wanted to rape her. She isn't a feral! She has a home!" snapped the man angrily.

The Officer Jenny shrugged. "Hey, it's not my call. Are you getting in the cell or not? We'll sort all this out when the psychic gets here."

Scott was about to spit out another hate fueled sentiment when the worst possible thing that could happen, did happen. The asshole on the stretcher woke up. He had been waffling in and out of consciousness for the last hour. All the talking had brought him around completely.

"Where am I?" he asked groggily. 

The blue haired Officer Jenny knelt down and examined him. "Sir, you are in the Old Towne Police station. You were brought to town by an injured man and a Pokegirl."

He blinked slowly then suddenly a hard look crossed his features. "What happened? All I remember is battling a stray Pokegirl in the woods and then, I woke up here."

"We are awaiting a court appointed psychic type to oversee interrogation procedures sir. She should arrive shortly." stated the Officer Jenny perfunctorily.

Her pink haired counterpart grabbed Scott by the arm and yanked him toward the cell. "Look, citizen, you've wasted enough of our time. Get in the cell before we add resisting arrest."

"How can this be justice?" muttered the man as she dragged him forcefully to the holding cell and shoved him in. He was thoroughly disoriented and tripped over a hard sleeping mat in the center of the cell. His outcry caused the blond Pokegirl to call out, "Hey! Don't hurt him!"

"Worry about yourself. You're going in the next cell over till we figure this out." commented their original escort.

"What? Hey!" exclaimed the girl as she was ushered to a cell. A lifetime in Old Towne ingrained obedience to the local law into her. Of course, even if she had resisted her injuries would have prevented her from doing anything useful.

The tamer who started all of this was left on the ground in the front room of the station. He wasn't able to stand at the moment and no one wanted to chance moving him further till a medical type Pokegirl arrived to repair the damage.

An hour passed before the court appointed psychic came. The police Pokegirls greeted her in a friendly manner and then moved back to let her work. The tamer was easiest to access so she began with him.

She pronounced judgment after only two minutes of scanning his memories and surface thoughts. "His name is Henry. He was attempting to make a legal capture of an unbound Pokegirl in the Ancient Forest area. He was attacked by an unseen assailant."

"Right! How certain are you?" asked the blue haired Officer Jenny. 

"My skills are not in doubt. It is as I have stated."

"Ok, then. We have that much straightened out." said the pink haired Officer Jenny before pressing a series of buttons at the console she was stationed at normally. The blond Pokegirl gasp aloud as a blue light flared inside her cell. Not long after the door unlocked itself and the pink haired Officer Jenny moved inside. When she walked out she carried a small black and white ball in her hand.

"Here you go sir. She's all yours." remarked the law enforcement Pokegirl as she placed the Tek-ball containing the angelic girl into his hand.

"Heh, thanks." muttered the man as he pocketed the ball. He didn't sound particularly grateful about receiving the girl, despite the alternatives that might have happened.

"What just happened?" asked Scott from his cell. "Hey! What did you just do!" yelled Scott from his cell.

"My job, citizen." remarked the service type Pokegirl. 

The psychic sighed and moved toward Scott's cell door. She stared through the small glass window in the steel door for a moment then turned away. "He's guilty of theft, assault on a human, damage of private property in the second degree, interference with the lawful capture of a Pokegirl by a licensed tamer, and illegal immigration." 

"He's a foreigner?" asked the blue haired Officer Jenny in mild surprise.

The psychic Pokegirl nodded lightly. "He may be mentally unstable due to his injuries. He believes he is from another world and he came here through a glowing light in the forest."

"Right, a glowing light." agreed the pink haired Officer Jenny with a slow casual nod. He was either a dingbat or telling the truth. Either way, he wasn't going anywhere for a while with all those charges.

"Sir, you're free to go once you sign a few forms." remarked the blue haired Officer Jenny.

"Free to go? He attacked a girl in the woods!" railed Scott. He refused to believe this could be seen as legal. Even if he wrote about such laws there was no way a place could really exist that operated like that.

"He was doing his job, citiz... sir."

"Hey, what's the perp's name anyway?" asked the blue haired Officer Jenny.

The still unnamed psychic Pokegirl simple stated, "Scott."

"Good. Now sign here too." stated the pink haired Pokegirl as she directed Henry to sign his release forms. He had to sign-off on what the psychic adjudicator had determined. He did so readily since he found no reason to argue against her findings. They weighed heavily in his favor. 

When the papers were signed, she informed him "You are free to take your new Pokegirl and go, sir. If the judge dictates that your assailant needs to pay restitution it will be forwarded to your bank account."

"Take his girl and go? Take his girl and go! Aren’t you even going to tell her damned parents she was found? She’s been lost in the woods for a week!" snapped Scott as he beat his fists against the steel door of his cell in blind fury.

“Wait, what? What did you just say?” asked the psychic investigator. “I did not detect that in your surface thoughts.”

“Well, you didn’t look hard enough then! She told me that she had recently awakened and her parents had kicked her out for some reason. She is not a feral Pokegirl. She has a family, a family who is probably looking for her despite what she thinks!”

"Yes. I think I will take my girl now." remarked Henry before he started toward the door. He spoke in a casual tone that was rather loud and obnoxious.

“Hold on a moment, sir. We need to verify this new information.” The closest Jenny said.

“He’s lying, obviously. The psychic would have been able to sense all of that during her investigation right?”

“That is true… I did not detect that information during my search. Honestly, I was not able to get more than general surface information. His mind is strange, difficult to navigate.”

“Right! I’ll just take my new girl and go.”

Scott heard him clearly and seethed for a moment before shouting, "You call this justice?!" in a voice so loud that it penetrated the walls of the station. A nearby Tweeter screeched in shock and flew away with surprise etched on her face. She didn't want anything to do with a place like this.

The Officer Jenny at the main desk console shook her head and flipped the switch that sealed off his window and turned on the muting spells for his cell. They had tolerated quite enough of his ranting and raving for one day.

“Do you think he could be telling the truth?” asked the first Jenny.

“Perhaps you should check the missing person’s reports to see if she actually did go missing. If no one has reported her missing then either she was abandoned and thus she was a fair capture, or she never lived here in the first place.”

Time passed as the man beat futilely against the ell door. Eventually he wore himself out and he wandered his cell until he found the hard mattress that he had tripped over previously. It proved to be the only bit of furniture he had to work with.

Roughly an hour passed before the door to his cell suddenly released. He blinked once in confusion causing severe pain to lance through his skill. His eyes remained closed after that but he heard the sweetest sound imaginable. “Scott! We’re free!”

“We’re free?” asked the man excitedly. He had been envisioning horrible things in his near future and this was the best thing that he’d heard since arriving in this world.

Scott blinked rapidly then turned toward the sound of another familiar voice. “Scott it’s three. Time to go get our results.”

“Oh, oh ok.” , said the man before rising to his feet. He had been reminiscing for an hour already?

“Wow, excited much?” asked Shawna from his doorway. He could have sworn that he’d closed it before packing, but it wasn’t like this was the first time that she’d simply let herself into his room.

He smiled. “Yeah, more like nervous. I don’t know what to expect. The tests seemed simple enough but I’ve been foolishly confident about tests before.”

“You’ll do fine. Hell, you knew things about Pokegirls that weren’t even in the data files.”

Scott zipped up his bag then turned toward the girl. “You’ll do great too.”

“Really, you think so?” asked Shawna. A light blush crept onto her cheeks at the modest praise.

“Of course you will. You studied far too hard and took this seriously. There’s no way you won’t be chosen to study under a master coordinator.”

Her faint blush turned a deep scarlet but a bright smile awoke upon her face. “Thank you!”

“Oh man, really? Why don’t you two just get naked and get it over with already.”

“Shut up Cameron!”

“Whatever… are you two done eye-fucking yet? They want us to come in together remember?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Scott nodded then picked up his bag. Shawna seemed interested in arguing with Cameron and as per their usual she did just that on the walk over to the administration building.

Scott listened in on their conversation for a while then smiled softly. These carefree days are almost over, huh? I wonder if we’ll keep in touch after today.

“Oh please, just because you have a daddy complex…” said Cameron in a snotty manner. Shawna glared hatefully at him then turned her head to the side imperiously.

“If you’re going to be crass then I’m not talking to you.”

“Whatever. Excuse me.” , muttered the boy irately. He continued to receive the cold shoulder from his soon-to-be former roommate.

“Did I go too far?”

Shawna unleashed a loud “Humph!” and continued to ignore him. She would not allow him to apologize just yet. That daddy complex crack had really touched a nerve.

Scott chuckled lightly at their antics. He honestly might miss their squabbling.

They left the dorms and entered the grounds proper. Just across the yard was the administration building. They approached their destiny in a steadfast manner, but internally they were each rife with uncertainty. What would their future hold? Will they find a good work study opportunity? All that was certain for them now was that everything was about to change.   

Chapter 1                                          Summary                                                                          Chapter 3

Witch

WITCH, the Magic User Pokégirl

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Magic

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

Diet: Human-style

Role: Magic-users

Habitat: Arboreal

Strong Vs.: Magic, Psychic, Fire, Lightning, Ice

Weak Vs.: Ghost, Normal, Fighting, Rock

Attacks: Spell Work, Witch’s Curse, Barrier, Aura Barrier, Mystic Bolt, Mana Bolt, Power Bolt, Reflect

Enhancements: Magic Affinity, Reflexes 2, Dexterity 2, Sensitivity 2

Evolves: Sorceress (Normal), Enchantress (Moon Stone), Elementalist (Angel Stone, Dark Stone, Diamond Stone, Fire Stone, Heavy Metal, Ice Crystal, Leaf Stone, Mana Crystal, Psi Crystal, Thunder Stone, Venom Stone, Water Stone, Dusk Stone, Dragon Scale, Round Stone, or Sun Stone), Puppeteer (Battle stress + Use of Dolls), Tick-Tock (Dream Stone)

Evolves From: None

           

The poster-girl for magic and by far the most common of spell-casting Pokégirls, Witches are also the point from which many magic-types start their lives and so are a very often-used starter 'girl. Although not the easiest to handle in such a starting role, they're certainly a fine choice. They have a great deal of potential in terms of variety, both due to the spell-casting nature of their primary abilities and to their large range of evolutionary possibilities, and they were one of the first breeds to be tamed on a large scale during the revenge war. Their curiosity and lack of physical power often led them to be trapped and captured more easily than other breeds.

Physically, there is no standard appearance for Witches; they run the gauntlet of skin and hair colors, usually depending upon their place of birth and ancestry. The only truly common characteristic is that most of the breed is less than six feet tall. Shorter Pokegirls of this breed are the most common. This breed is one of the hardest to identify using purely physical characteristics due to their similarity to normal humans and many other very near human breeds.

Witches can normally summon their own clothing. Most tend to dress in flashy, dramatic, attire that often utilizes a mystical or astrological theme. Alpha-bonded Witches usually take the initiative of finding out her master's tastes and making the clothes attractive to him too. Typical ensembles include beautiful robes or skimpy fantasy sorceress garb. It should be noted however, that Witches rarely have any innate skill in enchanting clothing or other items. If a tamer desires that they will either have their Witch undertake expensive training course or discuss the utilization a Moon Stone with their Pokegirl. Using the Moon Stone will evolve the Witch into an Enchantress.

           

One possible method of differentiating a Witch from other very near human Pokegirls is that they have a tendency toward being very intense, energetic, girls in most cases. They throw themselves into all of life's endeavors with curiosity and gusto to the point that many tamers cannot keep up with them and will try to find tasks to keep them occupied. Unlike what one might expect, though, a bored Witch is more dangerous than annoying. Most tend to be curious and ready to experiment. When those experiments involve untried magic they can often lead to varying degrees of danger. However, this can also lead to vary positive results, such as powerful new spells. Few tamers actively discourage properly controlled experimentation due to the possibility that their Witch might discover something new and interesting. In any event, the Witch is an energetic, curious, and often proud Pokégirl who rarely does things in half-measures. The breed approach almost everything in life with a gusto that has led many a tamer's heart to be moved by the energy his Pokégirl put into something minor. It should be noted that is a Witch gets a particular experiment or idea in mind and her tamer will not allow for it they may continually bring the subject up at constantly in an attempt to convince their tamer to relent.

As one would expect, this makes them a rather persistent battler, refusing to give up until they're very solidly beaten in many cases. That factor combined with the variety and scope possible with spell-casting means Witches have a reputation for winning battles they should normally be unable to win. Typical combat scenarios showcase Witches pounding away again and again until their magical reserves are exhausted or their opponent has fallen.

Witches are not good close-range combatants. In battle an experienced Witch will keep moving while they hurl Mystic Bolts and spells at her foe from a distance. Experienced witches will maintain their barrier at a strong enough level to ward against at least one hit if the enemy happens to manage to reach melee range. Be very careful when allowing a Witch to fight a stronger opponent this way. She will be highly likely to totally exhaust herself in the attempt. Since the breed lacks enhanced concentration exhaustion could easily cause her to miscast a spell and have it backfire in surprising and potentially lethal ways.

           

Feral Witches are even more persistent than tamed ones. They tend to live in forests where ingredients for spells are most often found. They experiment a great deal. Bonding one often yields a Pokegirl with decent, potentially unique, spells.

 This breed is notorious for how difficult they can be to defeat without proper precautions. They will be relentless in their attacks or attempt to run away as best they can. However, fleeing from battle is only a chance to regroup and attack from a distance for this breed. A feral Witch might easily fight herself to the point of dying from heat exhaustion or refusing to give up against superior force. They do tend to be more easily caught by those with magic Pokegirl. Curiosity and the desire to learn stronger magic can sometimes even lead to them voluntarily join a tamer’s battle harem without a fight. As one might expect, they are also a commonly awakened Pokegirl. Pre-awakening is marked by increased energy, an interest in magic, and a tendency to become very persistent.

Angel

ANGEL, the Celestial Messenger Pokegirl

Type: Near Human Metamorph/Very Near Human

Element: Flying/Magic (Celestial)

Frequency: Rare (Avenger variety), Very Rare (Elysian variety)

Diet: Human style foods, vegetarian

Role: Aerial scout and shock troop

Habitat: Hallowed Ground, Cemetary

Strong Vs.: Bug, Fighting, Normal, Dark

Weak Vs.: Electric, Poison, And Rock

Attacks: Gust, Divine Blade, Mana Bolt, Shield, Dazzle, Summon Weapon, Cure

Enhancements: Magical Affinity, Speed 3, Durability 2, Reflexes 3, Aura of Healing, partial preservation of enhancements from previous form.

Evolves: Fallen Angel (major trauma/bad experiences; Dark Stone), Archangel (Shield Stone)

Evolves From: Any Blessed Pokégirl (Angel Stone)

Angels are something of a mystery. Beautiful winged girls who are known for their pure hearts, they are popular both among tamers and the general populace for their abilities and selfless demeanors.

Physically, Angels are a generally a very similar group, though they are not without their variations. The most common Angel stands between 5 - 6 feet tall, with pale skin and long golden blonde hair flowing down almost to their feet. All angels also possess very soft and large white feathered wings, though they are sometimes magically dismissed for convenience or to let them blend in with society easier while they do their work. The Angel's flawless beauty often seems like that of a statue - perfect, but almost surreal. Some Angels have been known to have their hair cut short or to have different colors, but in all cases the Pokégirl’s inner radiance shines through. Angels eat a vegetarian style diet, and have very efficient digestive and immune systems, making them strong against naturally occurring poisons. Interestingly however, they are still weak against poison-type attacks.

Although Angels make fine warriors, they dislike violence. They will gladly fight if they believe the fight to be justified in order to protect others from harm, but they consider violence inspired purely out of base emotions such as anger or hatred to be evil acts and will not participate in them. Despite their dislike of violence, many Angels have no compunctions against training, stating that it strengthens the body and spirit for the times when their beliefs will be challenged and their services will be needed.

Angels are not particularly strong Pokégirls, but are swift and graceful, both in and out of combat, using their flight to keep opposing foes at bay, while striking from either a distance with spells or fighting up close with their summoned weapons. Angels are rarely armed, but at the same time are rarely far from their weapon – they may summon a simple, non-magical sword (or other melee weapon), or a bow and arrows, depending on the angel's personality. These weapons are made of condensed magical ether and are not particularly special or durable. Each individual angel may summon weapons of only one type, and only one such summoned weapon may exist at one time. As an exception, if an Angel possesses and has blessed a unique individual weapon, she may dismiss or summon that weapon at will, similar to her wings, though if that individual weapon is broken, it cannot be so easily replaced. Angels commonly enchant their summoned weapons with Divine Blade, granting them extra combat power and the Celestial attack sub-type.

One rather unique trait of the Angel is that they evolve from a template, and not one specific Pokégirl. This can lead to a variation in the enhancements and abilities of one angel to another. If a breed possesses an ability unique to that breed, it will be retained upon evolution. Also, if an angel were to evolve from a very strong Pokégirl, such as an Amachamp that was blessed, they would be far stronger than other Angels, but still nowhere near as strong as she had been as an Amachamp. When using the quantitative scale for enhancements accepted by most tamers and researchers, it’s most common for an Angel to inherit roughly one fifth of their former form’s enhancements, in addition to the base enhancements of the breed.

There are currently two known Angelic 'Orders'. The first and most common is that of the Avengers. Avengers tend to be aloof and quiet Pokégirls, only speaking when they feel there is something that needs to be said. They have great difficulty with such things as "small talk" or "chatting". All Avengers wear clothes and, in fact, insist upon it. Any tamer who tries to force an Avenger to be naked outside of taming can count on a very lengthy argument about the inherent immorality of public indecency. Taking away their clothes doesn't help either, as they can summon up new clothing as easily as they can summon up their chosen weapon.

Elysian types are a very different matter indeed. The Elysian is a humble, yet often open girl. They follow a creed to 'protect life while it lives, and to enjoy life while it lasts'. To an Elysian, one's body is a gift to be cherished, and so find nothing inherently evil or immoral with nudity or expressing one's feelings through sex. They often wear little to nothing at all, and both take pride in their appearance, and encourage others to feel confident with their body as well. Elysian Angels are relatively few in number, but are held in higher esteem among most humans for various reasons.

Because of their differences in opinion, the Avengers and Elysian Angels rarely get along with each other. The Avengers tend to think of Elysians as impure whores, while the Elysian types consider Avengers overly serious and prudish. The schism between the established Avengers and the small but growing ranks of the Elysians is a considerable one. It is almost unheard of for the disagreements to devolve into violence; however it has happened before, and likely will happen again.

All of the Angelic Orders are very caring and prone to sudden displays of affection, which can sometimes catch their tamers off guard. Even when they are not given the Alpha position, Angels look after their harem-sisters, making excellent Betas. Their Aura of Healing accelerates the natural healing rates of living creatures around them, helping to soothe pains and allowing for easier recoveries, which, coupled with their minor talents with healing magic, can make them the difference between life and death in the wilderness.

Angels will almost universally rebel against cruel, abusive tamers, often resulting in the death of either the Angel or the tamer. Should great trauma fall upon an Angel, it is possible that they may evolve into a Fallen Angel (Celestial). On even rarer occasions, an Angel can find herself corrupted by a particularly exceptional individual or extreme circumstance. This will cause an evolution into a Fallen Angel (Infernal).

Recently, certain sections of the Church of a Thousand Gods are trying to spread the belief that Angels aren't 'just' Pokégirls with wings, but messengers from the Divine. Such priest or priestesses claim that their dislike of violence, their protection of the weak and the defenseless and their almost indiscriminate care for life are examples the Divine wants all to follow. So far, no Avenger has commented on these beliefs one way or the other, although they do tend to smile whenever they hear about them. Elysians, on the other hand, often softly deny the claims in their entirety. This is a point of contention between the Avengers, the Church, and the Elysian Angels. 

Alphabetical Pokedex Listing

Pokegirls are Listed here in Alphabetical order. Feel free to skip around as often as you like or return to the Pokedex main page to choose a different listing option.

-A-

Angel

-B-

-C-

Catgirl

-D-


-E-

-F-

-G-

-H-

-I-

-J-

-K-

-L-

-M-

-N-

-O-

-P-

-Q-

-R-

-S-

-T-

-U-

-V-


-W-

Witch

-X-

-Y-

-Z-

Catgirl, The Friendly Feline Pokegirl

CATGIRL, The Friendly Feline Pokegirl

Type: Near Human (Feline Animorph)

Element: Normal

Frequency: Uncommon
Habitat: Varies, Primarily Arboreal

Diet: Human style foods (Favors fish and milk products)

Role: Foot Solider, Scout

Strong Vs.: Ghost

Weak Vs.: Fighting

Attacks: Quick Attack, Tail Slap, Sand Attack, Snarl, Smirk, Pounce, Kitten's Roar, Fury Swipes, Foresight, Sabre Claw

Enhancements: Speed 3, Agility 4, Enhanced Senses (Hearing, Sight) 2, Reflexes 3, Night Vision, Enhanced Balance

Evolves:  Cheetana (Battle Stress + Long Term Speed Training) Lioness (Battle Stress + Undisputed Alpha Status), Tigress (Battle Stress + Expert Martial Arts Training), Nekomata (Mana Stone + Elemental Stone)

Evolves From: None

Catgirls are a widespread and variable breed based on the domesticated cat. They can be found in many different regions but prefer arboreal areas. This feline breed tends to lean toward the human range of appearance, though more animalistic forms of near human have been noted in the breed.

The typical Catgirl stands an average of 4.5-6 feet in height and typically weigh between 110- 160 lbs. In the rarer animalistic forms of the breed, individuals may sport full body fur, slight muzzles, or digigrade feet; but partial body fur has been recorded more often, particularly appearing on the forearms and forelegs. All members of the breed have feline ears, functional claws, and usually a tail that is 2/3 their height. Their overall appearance coincides with the pre-change domestic cat breeds that were prevalent in the regions the Catgirl now inhabits. Of note are Manx, Sphinx, Rex, and Edo-Bobtail Catgirls. Manx based members of this feline breed have no tails, and Edo-Bobtails have very short, stubby tails. Sphinx and Rex based individuals are among the oddest of this feline breed, as they have either very short curly fur/hair (Rex) or nearly no hair/fur at all.

Catgirls have a wide range of personalities that range from lazy to hyperactive, silly to serious. There is no uniform personality found in this breed save for the fact that many do share a common cat-like demeanor. These Pokegirls have average human intelligence and tend to pick up new concepts and adapt to situational needs easily. For this reason, some feral members of this breed have taught themselves how to open doors or to press buttons to try and get at food when living near outlying human habitations or the ruins of former cities.

When pitted against other relatively common Pokegirls, Catgirls are usually adequate battlers. The breed is noted to have powerful leg muscles that allow this feline type to travel twice as fast as a human. The average Catgirl can learn kicking and leg-based attacks much easier than other normal type breeds. As such, these Pokegirls can sometimes be a good training partner for martial arts centric Pokegirls. Outside of their speed and kicking techniques, Kitten’s Roar and Foresight are innate abilities allowing the breed to both disrupt battle and predict an opponent's moves.

Preferences for bonding are just as variable as the breed's personalities, though a tendency to adjust to their tamers preferences is noted as in most Pokegirls. Many studies have noted that this feline breed often becomes highly energetic shortly before rainstorms, which usually manifests itself as an increased desire to become intimate with their master. The same holds true for the new moon, and Researchers speculate that this is the feline DNA at work in these Pokegirls.

Feral Catgirls are predators by nature and will often attack traveling humans and weaker Pokegirls. Although they are primarily a solitary breed they do form family groups known as prides. Catgirls occasionally form large social networks where food is plentiful, making them a common nuisance for farmers and ranchers.

Awakening as a Catgirl is common and happens often among those with feline ancestry. One of the most expedient thresholds, this transformation often happens over the course of twelve hours. Typically, the soon-to-awaken girl will begin her awakening during her sleep cycle and literally awaken as a Pokegirls the next morning. Girls who are awake experience slight headaches and itchiness of the head and tailbone areas, and the transformation happens visibly.

Scott in Pokegirl Land Chapter 1

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Disclaimer: 

I do not own the Pokegirl world concept, though I do own this particular universal setting. The Pokegirl world is the brainchild of a scattered and quite exceptionally horny group of people collaborating over the course of several years. The most famous story was written by Metroanime, and entitled Wild Horses and Pokegirls. Basically, it involved Ranma from Ranma 1/2 crossing over to that world. I do own Sailor Moon... on video cassette.

This, sadly, does not give me much beyond the ability to entertain myself. Actual ownership belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, I believe. Beyond that, if you want more Pokegirl stories of the lemony fresh variety look up Pokegirl stories or fan fiction on Google. If you see anything entitled, 'Crimson League' or similar then you are well on your way to something good.

Large amounts of the original Pokegirl setting will be changed herein. I claim no ownership of items and concepts that are purely Pokegirl in nature and any informational resources, including character references, used for the purpose of creating this work of fiction and parody belong to their respective rights holders.

Videogames, anime, manga, they all had their place in the world. They were merely amusements. At least, that was what I had always thought. I enjoyed beating the next level or watching someone beat impossible odds on my television. It all looked very interesting as I witnessed it from the safety of my Cheetos strewn couch.

I used to daydream about living the life of such a character. I would be a hero, a savior, and get the girl. Heck, I'd get all the girls. I'm cool like that you see.

Unfortunately, sometimes our dreams don't just remain dreams. Sometimes, they take on a life of their own. Our most ardent wishes and beloved dreams become living nightmares.

At other times, those dreams become bizarre trips through space and time to visit places where we get to indulge in a lot of hot naughty boob gazing and general oddness. This is such a story.

Xxxx

Chapter 1: Light in the forest

Xxxx

The streets of his small town were empty as he walked along them in the early morning. His body moved with the slow trudge of the forlorn and hopeless, however his thoughts raced. The current path his life had taken played repeatedly in the cinema of his mind. Unfortunately, despite all of his focus on the task at hand he could not find a proper solution for his predicament. It did not matter how many applications he placed; no one was hiring. His bills were coming due and he was about to be out on the street.

He had walked the life-path of an excellent profession once. He had been a soldier. His method of service had been in the field artillery. Life had consistently continued throwing roadblocks in his path to happiness, however. During his second year in service his mother became horribly ill. No one knew what the cause was at first, but eventually it would be diagnosed as cancer.

The man wandering these lonely streets had chosen to disobey orders after pleading with his superiors. There was a war on. Every soldier was needed even if the battery was overstaffed and he was only a private first class. He had tried every legal method he could think of to remove himself from service honorably for the time necessary to look after his mother. As time wore on his mental health deteriorated. Lack of sleep and constant worry had led him to make a life-altering decision that some might consider dishonorable. In the end, he chose to simply walk away and go home.

While it might be a noble desire to get discharged to help his mother out, it had proven to be far from ideal for his career and future. The woman that had born him into the world was in a far better situation now. However, it did not do much for his. There was precious little work for a combat support specialist in the modern job market. There were just too many former soldiers that needed jobs. Those soldiers often had wives and children.

He had been called 'overqualified' at every restaurant in town. He couldn't get a job in law enforcement due to his military legal issues. This was in spite of having a spotless record until his court martial. Security firms refused to hire him either for similar reasons.

He had almost managed a job as a Wal-Mart stock boy, but his brother needed it more at the time. So like a douche he had just let it go and his brother had gotten hired. Now they wouldn't let him re-apply for six months due to over-staffing or some such nonsense.

The seasonal farm work he was doing had run out a week ago. He 'might' have a job running a local chicken house collecting eggs and noting chicken information for the owner. However, it wouldn't be available to him for another three months. He'd be homeless by then.

With neither a job nor any prospects in the immediate future, the man seemed destined to fade away and be forgotten. Let us not even discuss his lack of social life. Few members of the fairer sex worth communicating with were interested in a jobless felon.

Scott sighed softly as he trudged down the street. It was almost like this world didn't need him at all. That thought brought back all his old longings and desires. These thoughts included the reasons for why he'd joined the army and the unfortunate circumstances that burned his bridges with the military. When you spend six months in prison on AWOL charges people often chose to decline your job applications. He wouldn't complain about that, though. He was lucky not to have gone to jail for a much longer period of time.

He remembered all the times he'd wished while growing up that he could make a difference. He had wished that he could genuinely help people, protect them, and make the world a better place. In his childish imaginings he had been a hero. The kind of hero changed with the mood of the day, but still he had been a hero.

The man gazed up at the moon. That softly radiant orb was full and bright as it peeked out from behind the clouds that had been overcasting the sky.

"Just you and me, huh?" he asked cryptically to the uncaring ball of light reflecting space mass.

Scott leaned against a light pole and continued gazing up at the sky for a while before saying in a sad tired tone, "Whatever powers that be in the heavens above, I wish I could really have found a place like that. I could have found a place where I would truly make a difference; a place where people desperately needed a guy like me. Somewhere I could have found a chance to prove myself again instead of living my life on this uncaring rock."

He remained quiet after that for a few short seconds. The truth was that he almost half believed for some crazy reason that someone, somewhere, had heard him. The twenty eight year old ex-soldier turned away slowly before stepping toward the road that would lead home. His heart remained heavy with the weight of his circumstances and the cold creeping up on his limbs as he walked along.

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"Haaaa!!” shouted a rather remarkably ugly woman that was just outside her teenage years. The ball of flaming heat and air that raced toward her intended target screamed out its own matching rage at the world.

"No!" shrieked the young girl who was being targeted. She attempted to dodge the fiery missile, but barely managed to avoid another brutal hit to her injured torso. The blond girl hit the dirt hard and kept rolling while tears streamed down her face. She did not know why things had to be this way. She'd tried to help these people and now they were attacking her.

"Charlie! Keep it up; our little angel is almost finished. Ha! The little strumpet honestly thought she'd get away." The young man in his late teens gloated in a self-satisfied way. He was a cocky looking little fellow with a smug expression and an air of self-importance.

"Why? Please, why are you hurting me? I never did anything to you?" asked the girl as she frantically clung to a large oak tree's trunk in a vain attempt at keeping the fire hurling girl away from her.

The ugly fire casting chick smirked and said, "Oh stop your whining, you'll be a good little Pokegirl for master soon enough. By the way, if you think things are hot now just wait till I get you alone. You won't be pretty long, ohohoho!"

"N-no. P-please.” cried the girl. They were misguided creatures. No matter how much she wanted to do so, she couldn't hurt them. She could not do so even to protect her own life. Surely there was some good in them right? Maybe if she appealed to their better nature? "You d-don't really want to hurt me. I’m certain we can talk this out. We can be friends, really!"

"Friends?" asked the smug bastard. With an almost feral gleam and a lecherous sneer he said, "Heh. Sounds good. Come on out here and we'll talk about it. We're so sorry. We thought you were attacking us.”

The ugly chick blinked and then gawked at her master a moment before she finally understood what he was doing. Then with a satisfied smirk she said, "We promise we won't hurt you.”

"Y-you promise?" whimpered the injured girl.

"We do.” they said in unison.

"O-ok. I’m coming out to talk." she said innocently. This could work! It was all obviously a misunderstanding! Her hopes were high and her heart was a-flutter at the thought of finally making friends. She stepped out and approached them smiling. Her eyes widened a moment later before she screamed in pain and terror. The fiery bolt of raw magical power the ugly chick unleashed had hit her hard in the stomach.

As the blonde girl dropped to her knees with nearly all the wind knocked out of her, she half gasped, half whispered. "Please no. Please, someone help me. Please.”

"Feh, that's right my pretty little slave. Beg for it.” sniggered the man, followed by the laughter of his not entirely attractive sidekick. The laughter was so uproarious that no one noticed the pendant around the stricken girl's neck begin to softly glow.

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Scott was almost home when he heard what seemed like a faint voice. At first he shrugged it off due to being tired. Then clearly he heard it again. It sounded like a young girl crying.

He looked around wide eyed trying to understand what was going on. There was someone nearby that was possibly hurt. Very faintly from the woods off to his left he heard, "Hurting me. I never did anything to you?"

Immediately he raced off in the direction of the voice. Whoever it was obviously needed help. They must be a good distance away if they sounded that faint. As he ran he occasionally tripped over a random limb or fallen branch during his stumbling and rather loud approach. He pushed onward, however, as he heard more of the 'conversation'.

With every insult and slur; every smug satisfied gloat; he got angrier. Some jackass was doing god knew what to some girl out here. Well, he'd do something about that.

A brief moment later he came upon a clearing and raced into the center with both anger in his soul and a look of equally intense anger in his eyes. What he found upon arrival wasn't a young girl and her tormentor. He found a softly glowing light of a brilliant white hue. It was roughly oval in shape and a bit taller than he was.

The look of shock he had acquired upon seeing this disappeared quickly as he heard the voice come from within the oval of light. She was begging someone to help her.

Now the average person faced with a glowing light begging for his help would run screaming. Scott, being an avid science fiction reader and anime enthusiast, wasn't immediately scared off. In truth this was probably more due to the aforementioned initial shock than any of that, however. When the light began to fade, he actually began to distinguish images inside. The more it faded the clearer they became.

What he saw shocked and angered him even more. A young blond girl was lying on the ground sobbing while two people laughed at her. When the man said something about making her beg, the blood in Scott's veins ran cold. He knew what was about to happen.

Despite every part of him that relied on sane rational thought screaming logic based denials he ran into the fading light. Unknowingly, he left his world of origin behind and entered a whole new level of weird.

The man he had witnessed in the light took out a small red and white ball. "Don't worry Angel, this won't hurt for long. What comes after might leave you a bit sore, though. Ha ha ha!" The man laughed. Strangely, enough he had actually spoken "Ha ha ha!" as though it were a word of some kind.

He raised the unassuming sphere high into the air and began a brief monologue describing what he intended to do to her. His speech was cut short when something most unexpected intervened. This intervention came in the form of two hundred and fifteen pounds of angry former American soldier slamming into him via a full body tackle.

Each of the girls gasped suddenly at this turn of events. The ugly chick immediately began powering up to cast another fiery bolt of mana. This person had dared to assault her beloved master!

"Die!" exclaimed the less than aesthetically appealing female the instant that the would-be hero stood up.

Scott turned toward her voice just in time to receive a fiery power blast directly to his chest. All of the air in his lungs rushed out of him and he was flung backward to slam hard into the forest floor. For a brief moment he stayed there, stunned. His life's blood screamed in his ears. He felt like his chest must have exploded and he was having trouble focusing his vision. In a way it was rather fortunate for him that his world went black shortly thereafter.

The blond girl on the ground, who until then had been sobbing uncontrollably, blinked. She had just been rescued from servitude to a man she was almost entirely certain was not a good person. She could not be absolutely certain of this fact of course. His lies and mean nature might have been due to a bad childhood or some such. He might have only needed a little love and nurtured understanding.

This was different though. The young man, who had tried to help her as far as she knew, was lying on the ground in a gasping heap. He had tendrils of smoke rolling off his chest to further emphasize the injuries he had taken on her behalf.

"Y-you, you aren't a nice person!" exclaimed the girl, her gaze centered on the fallen man. Upon announcing this fact her sobs had ceased.

The ugly chick sneered and said, "No kidding! What tipped you off, the shoes? Sheesh, how freaking dense can you be?"

In a far stronger voice and with a lot more resolve than she had been showing, the injured girl stood up. "You hurt him..."

Charlie blinked at the sudden change but shrugged it off. "He attacked my master but I wasn't trying to hurt him."

This drew the blond up short, "You weren't?" she asked with a quizzical expression.

"Of course not! I was trying to kill him. Geeze, you really are dumb. You must be a natural blond."

The blond girl took in a gasp of air, shock racing through her. She tried to kill him? He could die because he wanted to help her?

Her naturally peaceful and loving demeanor fled and was replaced by something far more lethal. "You, you won't get away with that!"

"Oh, what can a weakling like you do? You're half dead yourself!" snarled the magic type. However, she couldn't help but sense an alarming rise in power from her would be conquest.

The girl knew she had to say something and it had to be the right and proper thing. She wasn't sure how or why things had become the way they were at present. Whatever the reason was in beginning for this conflict it no longer mattered. She knew that she must fight. However, she was not well versed on what was proper for beginning combat with a dire foe that hurt the innocent. She thought quickly then glanced up at the heavens hoping for a sign.

She saw the moon, bright in its fullness, and suddenly words came to her. They were words that just seemed right. Despite the unbelievable level of cheese in her choice of wording she knew that these were the words she must say. The moon was bearing witness after all. "People that try to protect others shouldn't be hurt by bad guys! Under this beautiful full moon I will punish you!"

The witch drew back a moment in shock and more than a little disgust. What was with the bad fight dialogue? She snorted a moment later and shouted, "Bring it on!" before hurling another fireball. She really did seem to be a one trick pony.

Her blond opponent saw her preparing that attack and immediately erected a magical shield to protect her. Most of the fiery blast was consumed by the shield. A little heat and concussive force did manage to leak past to stagger her slightly, though.

"Flame Bolt!" screamed the witch, sending another fiery missile. This one was also blocked by a shield. This time though the blond girl had a better grasp of this fighting stuff and sensed one of her little used powers.

"Angelic strike!" she exclaimed, believing that it was appropriate to name an ability even if she made a mental note to change the name later.

Now, usually an angelic strike is a vaguely sword-like assault made of raw divine energy. It would vary in size between two or three feet in length. It was also typically wielded with innate expert skill. However, this particular angelic strike was akin to a divine kitchen knife wielded by someone with very little idea regarding anything that had to do with fighting.

She tried to run toward her opponent and hit her with it. Unfortunately, she immediately tripped over an exposed root and fell flat on her face. A lashing wave of flame washed over her at that exact moment and continued on. If she had not managed to fall over a tree root she might well have taken a direct and quite lethal hit.

"Oh no way! How'd you dodge that!" shrieked the magic type Pokegirl in agitation. This whole fight was getting on her nerves. When she won a battle the one she beat was supposed to stay down!

The prone girl winced in pain as her damaged muscles screamed little biochemical obscenities. She managed to get to her knees just in time to see the fuming non-attractive chick begin powering up her fiery attack again. 'I'll never make it to her in time!' she thought. Out of desperation she threw her divine blade at the witch.

Now, in the normal course of events an angelic strike would not continue to function after it left the wielders hand. In fact, it normally only functioned as an extension of the wielder and usually only for one single attack. This particular divine kitchen knife did not seem to know it wasn't supposed to do such things and continued flying toward its target. Midway there it began rotating.

By the time the flying blade reached, and then readily missed, its target it was a spinning disc of mystical energy.

"Ha! You call that an attack! You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn!" the evil witch, spelled with a capital B, gloated.

The kneeling girl cringed expecting the worst while almost closing her eyes. She opened her eyes in surprise when she heard a loud "Urk!" and looked up to see the witch falling to the ground. She had a slight afterglow around the back of her head that faded quickly.

Unbeknownst to our heroic, if klutzy and naive, Angel friend her divine force blade had caught enough backspin to somehow turn around and come back toward her. Neither one of them had considered it to be of any matter after the initial miss. Charlie was quite surprised when a greatly weakened blade of raw divine power smacked her in the back of her unguarded head.

The winner sat there staring blankly for a moment before she realized the fact that she had indeed somehow managed to win. "I won?!"

She basked in the afterglow of standing up for herself and the feeling of girl power and such. However, it was not long before she noticed the soft groaning and low moans behind her. The guy that had 'saved' her was starting to become coherent again.

She jogged lightly over to him to see how he was doing and winced at his matching wounds. The poor flash-fried would-be hero would probably have a scar for the rest of his life unless she could find a way to heal him. Heck he might even die and stuff.

The girl was new to this battle thing. She had only awakened her dormant Pokegirl powers a week prior. The fact that she was such a rare breed hadn't saved her from being tossed out of her adoptive parents' house. She'd never even paid attention to any of the Pokegirl related news the entire time she grew up there either. Well, she had noticed the occasional singing group or band but that didn't really count for much.

Then one day, poof, she was an almost instant celestial type. She was kicked out of her home the next day and forced to live naked in the woods like a feral or a hippie. How hippies survived in the woods was anyone's guess. The current theories included lots of tame plant types.

She checked her hero over and noted that outside of a major knock to the back of the head, and the burnt flesh on his chest, he seemed fine. Sparing a glance over at the man who would be her master, she noted that the smug jerk had still not come around.

Despite her misgivings she checked him over too. The angelic Pokegirl breathed a sigh of relief when she found that he too was alive. He had smashed his skull hard on a large flat rock when he went down but he was still breathing.

She picked up one of his Tek-Balls and tossed it at the magic user returning her to stasis before she considered what to do. The last thing they needed was for the magic type to start attacking again.

"Um, hmm." she mumbled, trying to see if she knew any way to help the guy who had helped her. She felt certain that she had some kind of healing ability, but couldn't figure it out. A few minutes of attempting to think out the situation left her staring at the smug jerk's Tek-Pack across the field.

She tried to remember what little she knew about Pokegirls in general. Admittedly, this was not much. Then she realized that if he was a Pokegirl tamer then he was likely to have healing items or at least some kind of stamina restorative.

She raced over and grabbed the pack then quickly dumped it out before rooting through the contents. A few frantic moments of not knowing what she was looking at eventually led her to a blue bottle about the size of a soda can. It was marked by several words she mainly didn't understand and then, 'X Potion.'

"Hey, they used some of this when my neighbor's Catgirl fell out of that tree chasing a Tweeter.”

After she poured some on his chest wound, she waited a few seconds to see if anything useful happened. It did not.

She glanced at the bottle with a cute frown then nodded and poured some on the back of his head. The girl expended the last of it by pouring it across his closed eyes. She didn't like the look of the red puffy flesh she had seen there. She hoped he had not been blinded by that attack. He'd been hit very hard.

After a few tense minutes Scott began coming around. His wounds were also slowly healing. The Pokegirl was relieved to see the potion was working since she had begun to think it wouldn't. The Catgirl had healed almost instantly when one had been used on her.

With a groan of pain he opened his eyes to see an extremely blurry sight. It was an image that seemed somewhat human but was spotted and distorted. He immediately closed his eyes after taking in a brief moment of visual information. The pain that had lanced through his head was excruciating.

Eventually, after what seemed like years, he opened them again. This time his vision was slightly clearer and more distinct. He could make out general shapes and colors. He saw no specific shades yet, but his vision was slowly becoming something worthwhile. His eyes hurt like hell and felt incredibly dry.

"Um. Hi.” said the girl to the prone man. She hoped he could understand. His eyes looked bad and she was tempted to try and shut them for him.

Scott whipped his head up toward the sound eliciting a hiss of pain from him. He let his eyesight, what he had of it; focus on the voice's location. Then he began to receive a blurred vision of blond hair and a heart-shaped face.

Tentatively, he said, "Hi. Um.”

For a full minute they stared at each other before the man spoke again, "So, are you alright? You're that girl that was being attacked right? I think you are anyway?"

The girl in question took in a deep breath and blinked. He wasn't trying to catch her, bond her, and anything else her? Did he genuinely want to know how she was doing despite his own wounds?

"Y-yes, I'm fine. I'm a little beat up, but I’ll be OK.” she stammered out as best she could.

Scott closed his eyes and nodded. "I'm glad. At least I did one good thing in life, Heh."

The girl blinked again trying to understand him his speech was a little thick, his accent strange. She blurted, "Well I’m glad the good thing you did was me!"

This caused a massive blush to form on her somewhat charbroiled hero. His eyes widened comically as his perverted mind caught up with the situation. His blush was quickly followed by a rapid choking sound.

"Oh no! You must be getting worse! We need to get you somewhere you can heal!" she exclaimed, before trying to lift him. He was as heavy as he looked, and almost dead weight.

After much cursing, shrieking, and various whining, she got him to his feet. "I have no idea where we are Ms. and I think I need to keep my eyes closed. It's like they are deep fried or something."

"You're hurt because of me!" wailed the girl, almost dropping him.

Scott winced at the sonic shrieking that entered his besotted ears. They were painfully sensitive for some reason. "You wouldn't happen to have any cloth or first aid stuff? I mean it's not likely, since you were butt naked but still.”

"No. I. Hey wait! The Tek-Pack the jerk was using. He had a bunch of stuff, some of it might work?" she exclaimed and then clarified. The word 'Tek-Pack' caused the man to tilt his head up as though he was listening to some distinct sound he might have come close to missing. The effect was rather like a deer listening to the sudden sound of a possible approaching mountain lion. He shrugged the feeling off, however. Packs usually meant supplies. Supplies were always a good thing in his opinion.

The girl took him by the hand and led him over to the aforementioned Tek-Pack, before she sat down and rummaged through the contents. Most of it turned out to be clothes. There were a few random assorted perverted sex items and Tek-Balls as well. The term Tek-Balls when spoken aloud sent a shiver of dread through the man's spine. It reminded him of something back home. It was a fictional world he sometimes wrote about as a way to relieve stress and have fun.

"Hmm, well he hasn't got any more potions, but he does have some kind of burn cream? That might help some, I think? The only other things that look like healing stuff is in a tube called 'KY' do you know what that is? It could be a pain reliever?" she suggested and then asked innocently.

Scott turned beet red again, and said, "Um, I’m sure it helps with the pain, just not burns. The KY I mean. The burn cream sounds like a good idea. Though, I’m not sure I should put it near my eyes.”

The girl smiled, though he couldn't tell, and said, "Ok! Just sit back and I’ll play Nurse for the day! I'll treat you as well as any medical type Pokegirl in the world!"

The man winced visibly and then let out an audible sigh. That just clenched it. As unbelievable as the situation was he had to accept what he was faced with. He was almost convinced that he was in a place similar to the world he wrote about. All the mention of types, strange powers combined with healing items, and Tek-Balls were a dead giveaway. The whole glowing light in the forest thing also lent a strange sort of credibility as well.

The girl saw this and instantly thought he doubted her skills as a physician, not that she actually had any. "Don't worry! You'll be good as new soon! Before I left home I took a first aid course! This will be a piece of cake!"

Ten agonizing minutes later the entire contents of one jar of burn cream had been slathered upon any surface she could find. It was placed double on any burnt looking areas that remained after she had used the Magna Potion. She wasn't sure how hard to press down when rubbing in the cream, a fact which become obviously and painful for the injured man when she applied it to his chest.

His screams of pain only served to make her believe she was doing it wrong and she rubbed harder to be sure it got in deep. What she didn't realize was that some of his agonized girly shrieks had come from the fact that she had said she had admitted to awakening as a Pokegirl during her medical ministrations. He really was very likely in the world he wrote about, or at least a weird coma dream facsimile.

At his direction she used a stick to poke a hole in one of the unconscious attacker's shirts then begin tearing strips off to bind his non-burnt wounds. These were mainly on the back of his head. He had to forcibly keep her from binding his chest burns. He did let her lightly bind his eyes despite the pain there, however.

He felt like a half done hamburger and it showed in his appearance as well. The next problem came in the form of what to do with the unconscious, and probably concussed, jerk. She couldn't stick him in a Tek-Ball and her savior could barely move himself much less another human being. She was too beat up to carry him either.

"Use some of his clothes and a few tree limbs to try and make something we can drag him with. If we keep him tied down and away from his pack we might be able to keep him under wraps until we can find help." suggested Scott. 

"Ok!" exclaimed the girl, before heading off to find some sturdy limbs. Her injuries were bad as well but with Scott's help they might just make it out!

Roughly half an hour passed before she was done with creating the carrier at Scott's direction. The man that had attacked her hadn't woken up yet. Scott was more than a little concerned about that. It wasn't concern over the guy's well-being. It was mainly because he didn't want to drag a dead jackass all over god's perverted creation. Unfortunately, he was still breathing when the angelic girl checked. The bleeding had stopped as well.

After bandaging his head and tying him down in what could only be called overkill they were on their way. The nearest town, if the girl recalled correctly, was a half day away. She hadn't gone too far because she had never left the area before and was scared.

With Scott on one side and her on the other the pair made a very slow journey toward town. They couldn't travel fast at all due to Scott's blindness and the litter they were dragging. The 'half day' would no doubt turn into a full day or longer.

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