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Harry Potter and the Tamer's Challenge 2
By Big D
Disclaimer: Not Mine. No Profit. No Shit.
Hermione let out a cute little snore and snuggled deeper into my side, her small slender body molding itself against mine, trying to draw as much warmth from me as it could while she slept. Her right arm was draped across my chest and her head lay nestled against my shoulder, using it as a makeshift pillow. Idly, I stroked her soft bare back with one hand and she clutched at me even more firmly, one leg draping itself over mine as she held me to her.
It had been nine whole months since I'd found myself stranded in this odd new world, but it seemed like I would never get used to the idea that I was really laying in bed with Hermione Granger, or that only a little while ago I had been shagging her brains out.
Or rather, "taming" her.
The whole idea of it was far too insane to be real, so I tried not to focus on the improbability of it all and kept my mind firmly on the things that I could actually control. I desperately needed to get some rest, but in spite of my recent exertions, was too keyed up to fall asleep. In just a few hours, the sun would rise and I would be getting ready for my Hogtits graduation exercise.
The test was simple enough on the face of it. Enter into the Forbidden Forest and capture a single Feral pokegirl. Shouldn't be much of a problem, right? After all, the bloody place was crawling with the damn things. Never mind that the vast majority of them were Feralborns powerful enough to give an entire squad of hit wizards all they could handle, and most of them hated humans with a passion. The test was just as much about survival as it was success, and it wasn't unusual at all for students to simply vanish during it, most likely having met a grisly end inside the bellies of a pack of deceptively beautiful feminine monsters.
And I was planning to do all of this with only the aid of one narcoleptic pokegirl without a single offensive maneuver to her name. Which just goes to show why I wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw.
Of course, I was hardly as helpless as all that. My own magic should be sufficient to the task of getting us out alive, and would give me a fighting chance against any but the most powerful girls, or the very few who were naturally resistant to magic.
Besides, Hermione's lack of firepower certainly wasn't her fault. Ever since I had set my timetable for leaving Hogtits, she had become borderline obsessed with evolving from an extremely limited A-Bra, into her next form, the far more formidable Ka-D-Bra. Once we managed that, she would lose her heavy sleep requirements and gain an impressive range of telepathic and telekinetic powers, as well as a massive boost to her IQ.
Maybe I was just projecting my own thoughts onto her, but I couldn't help but think that the increase in bust size she could expect was also a powerful motivating factor. Breast size tended to be something of a status symbol among pokegirls, and while I didn't think that she would ever admit to it, she did tend to walk rather straight-backed when we were in public, and she had once mentioned, almost apologetically, that she had actually been more buxom before undergoing Threshold than she was now.
I sighed. Even after all the time I'd spent here, concepts like Threshold and pokegirl evolution were things that I was only beginning to understand. Threshold was when a girl was born and raised human, but possessed enough pokegirl genes that she herself later transformed into one, usually around her mid-teens. When that happened, the standard operating procedure was for the girl's family to send her off to a licensed Breeder, although it wasn't unheard of (or, I found to my shock, even very much frowned upon) for parents to simply sell their daughters off to the next Tamer who happened to wander by, never to see her again.
Hermione at least hadn't been sold off like cattle, but she had been sent to Hogtits only a couple of weeks before I'd arrived. At one time, she had been planning to go into pokegirl research herself, and had even entertained thoughts of becoming a Watcher, but all that had changed the morning she woke up to find herself as an A-Bra.
It had been something of a shock for her, given that she had been born to fully human parents, but not totally unexpected, due to the fact that there were so few people left in this world who didn't carry at least a few pokegirl genes in their blood.
She claimed to have adjusted to her new circumstances, but who knew if that was true. Having your genetic code rewritten overnight and going from a free member of society to a piece of property had to leave all kinds of scars, however well hidden. If I had to judge, I'd say that she was trying to deal with those scars by burying herself in her new life, hence her impatience to evolve in order to serve me better. I always felt a pang of guilt when I thought about it that way, of her serving me, of me owning her, but there really wasn't much that I could do about it.
Musing over Hermione's past eventually led me to thoughts of my own. Not of the time before the stranger had brought me here, but of just after, when I'd first met this version of Hermione. I could still remember my utter shock at seeing her here, enough that I'd hardly noticed her leading me out of the pokecenter and showing me to my room. Shock had been quickly replaced by confusion, particularly when she sat me down on the bed and tried to explain what a Tamer was...
(Nine Months Earlier)
"So... what exactly is it I have to do?" I asked.
Hermione frowned and stared at me like she wasn't quite sure what planet I was from. Which, from a certain perspective, wasn't all that strange a question. "You need to tame me," she said in a quiet, rather confused voice. "I'd prefer if you did it now, while I'm still awake. I'm not sure if it would take properly if I was asleep."
I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck uncomfortably. "Well, see, I get that I'm supposed to tame you... it's just... what exactly am I supposed to do?" I asked again, cringing slightly in embarrassment at having to ask a question that I was sure any three-year-old in this world should know the answer to. "What I mean to say is, how do I tame you?"
Her frown slowly morphed into an expression that was somewhere between horrified and amazed. It was hard to tell exactly what was going on behind those big brown eyes, but I was pretty certain that it had something to do with me being the world's largest walking dipshit.
"Is this some kind of test?" she asked doubtfully.
I snapped my fingers. "That's exactly what it is. Let me put it like this: taming equals..." and pointed at her to finish the sentence.
"Sex," she said simply.
I felt my jaw drop. "Come again?"
"Exactly."
"Okay... wasn't expecting that," I muttered to myself, the double-entendre soaring well over my throughly befuddled head.
"If you don't mind me asking... Master, what part of the League are you from?" Her antennae had stopped waving about and seemed to orient on me.
Had she just called me Master?! Hermione?! "Uh... Surrey?" I said lamely. If possible, her face grew even more confused, and she mouthed the word to herself, as if trying it out for the first time, which she very likely was.
I cursed under my breath. Okay, this obviously wasn't going to work. Time to change tactics. The stranger had said to do what came naturally, and while I really didn't want to tell anyone at all about the fact that I was from another dimension, what came most naturally for me was to be truthful with Hermione. She had been my best friend for years now, and I had never purposely hidden anything from her. (Except for the prophecy, but that was another story.) Admittedly, this wasn't exactly the Hermione I knew, what with the micro-miniskirt, the antennae, and the yellow skin and all (never mind the "Master" bit), but it was as close as I was going to get, in the here and now.
"Do you know anything about parallel dimensions?" I began.
Luckily, this Hermione wasn't really all that different from my own. It quickly became obvious that she was possessed of the same keen intellect and thirst for knowledge as the one I knew. As I told my story, I could literally see the gears turning over in her mind as she began to assimilate what I was telling her, and it didn't take long before she was stopping me to ask questions, quick concise questions that told me she was already building up a hypothesis as to exactly what had happened to me. Oddly enough, she never once questioned if what I was telling her was true, she just seemed to accept it at face value.
"So you come from a world where there are no pokegirls, just full-blooded humans, right?" she asked when I was finished. I nodded. "But some of those humans can use magic?" I nodded again. She paused for a moment, mulling it over. "Have you ever heard of a man called Sukebe?"
"Sukebe?" I shook my head. "Doesn't sound familiar," I told her.
That's when she told me the story of a man who made Voldemort and his lackeys look about as dangerous as a litter of newborn kittens. Apparently, this Sukebe had been brilliant American scientist who, about three hundred years previously, had unleashed a hellish nightmare on an unsuspecting and unprepared world. Up until now, I had simply assumed that pokegirls were native to this version of Earth, but Hermione explained to me that Sukebe had first created them in his laboratory by a still-unknown method of recombining and enhancing female DNA to artificially create new and more powerful species.
The original pokegirls had been relatively simple human/animal hybrids, animorphs, who had served as Sukebe's lab assistants, and by all accounts as his sex slaves. When this was finally uncovered, his lab was raided and destroyed by the American military, and the original pokegirls executed on the spot as abominations against God and science both. The man himself was believed to have been killed in the attack, but no body was ever found.
A couple of years later, Sukebe returned from the dead in spectacular fashion.
During his self-imposed exile he had been hard at work planning his revenge on the human race, and what a revenge it was. He had created four beings of awesome, god-like power, who quickly came to be known as the first "Legendary" pokegirls, the building-sized Titans. Dubbed Storm Gail, Mountain Tide, Infernus, and Typhonna, they quickly went about, not just shattering human civilization, but quite literally reshaping the face of the planet. The seas rose and mountains fell at their commands, and within a matter of months, great hunks of existing landmasses, entire nations, had been gouged off the map, leaving a world almost unrecognizable from what had existed before.
Added to this were Sukebe's so-called "Legions of Terror", thousands upon thousands of new, smaller, but still very powerful pokegirls who served as his personal army, attacking and destroying towns cities, then engaging what was left of the world's standing armies and thoroughly routing them.
Humanity did attempt to fight back, with mixed results. Typhonna was attacked using nuclear weapons, but she simply shrugged them off and lashed out with a renewed fury, even to the point of turning on her sister Legendaries, killing off Mountain Tide, Storm Gail, and Infernus before turning her terrible attention on North America, which she all but ripped in half before disappearing herself, to where no one knows. Sukebe himself was eventually tracked down to one of his many hidden laboratories and killed in a missile attack, but not before releasing a bio-engineered pandemic called the Bloody Flu, which was later determined to cause sterility in almost all human women.
The Chinese government (one of the last of the old nation-states still standing) tried using biological weapons in return, creating a so-called "Monster Flu", which was intended to eradicate all pokegirls, but only managed to affect a few scattered species. However, the disease soon mutated into the Red Plague, which infected humans exclusively and boasted a ninety-two percent fatality rate. It burned through what was left of the human race with astonishing speed, reducing a worldwide population of billions to a scant few hundred million in less than a decade.
After losing his original Titans, Sukebe had created a second generation of Legendary pokegirls, smaller and moderately less powerful, but more numerous, and far more intelligent. These new Legendaries continued the war after his death, but were ultimately defeated by two important factors that they could not have foreseen.
One was the new weapons and tactics that humanity had developed through years of trial and error, including the great warship Langoud, who's main particle cannon proved powerful enough to kill even a Legendary.
The second was a fatal flaw that Sukebe himself had built into his pokegirls. He had originally designed them to be sex-slaves, and sex-slaves they remained, meaning that their wills could be dominated through sexual contact with a human. In fact, going without sex, be it with a human or another pokegirl, for any length of time would cause a pokegirl to descend into a Feral state, in which the girl's human intelligence became suppressed and her base instincts took over, in most cases turning her into little more than a wild animal. Once that happened, the only way to cure it was to be tamed sexually by a human.
Once this became common knowledge, the war began to turn in the favor of the surviving homo sapiens. A new kind of soldier arose, the Tamers, who captured Feral pokegirls and used them against the Legions of Terror, many of whom were captured and tamed into submission themselves. The war finally ended after the Langoud was used to kill two of the second generation Legendaries, forcing the others into hiding.
The world that was left behind after Sukebe's Revenge was vastly different than the one that had existed only a decade before. Not only had humanity itself been pushed to the very brink of extinction, but nearly all of the preexisting animal, bird, and fish species had been wiped out, replaced by rapidly spreading Feralborn pokegirl equivalents, against whom they simply couldn't compete.
The powerful nation-states of the old world were long gone, their leaders and armies dead, their cities ground into dust, and power had shifted into the hands of the Tamers, who eventually reordered society into the Leagues, a group of loosely affiliated territories who's main function was to control the use of pokegirls and protect the slowly rebuilding settlements from attack by Feralborns. Much of the Pre-Sukebe technology had been cast aside or outlawed altogether, many people holding it in contempt as the perceived cause of the Revenge War, to be replaced by pokegirl labor or other green alternatives.
Hermione finished her lecture and sat there quietly looking at me, waiting for a response. I tried to let her story sink in, but the sheer scale of it all was mind-boggling. An entire world, all but annihilated by the hatred of a single man. The geography and ecology of the planet remade, simply because one man had wanted to punish those who had wronged him. It was going to take me a long time to finally wrap my mind around the idea of such a thing.
I had seen evil men and women before. My parents had been killed by one. My Godfather had been murdered in cold blood by a member of his own family right in front of my eyes. I had been raised by people who held me in contempt for no reason other than the magical blood in my veins. I had seen the eyes of those who would pervert justice and damn the innocent for sake of their own power and glory, but I was certain that none of them, not even the Dark Lord of Magic himself, was capable of destruction on a truly global scale.
This man Sukebe had done all of that, and frankly, it scared the hell out of me. For the first time in my life, I found that I was actually frightened of someone, never mind that he was already long dead.
I shook my head and tried to refocus on the matter at hand. "I appreciate you explaining all of that to me, but what does any of it have to do with how I got here?" I asked Hermione.
She frowned and chewed her bottom lip for a moment, something I had seen her do a hundred times on my world. It usually meant that she was about to try and dumb-down a lesson for me so that I could understand it better.
"Because some people believe that Sukebe himself had the ability to travel to other dimensions," she told me. "A few of the records recovered from his labs indicate that his power really came from technology stolen from other worlds, and not anything that he had actually invented himself."
She stood up and began pacing the room, now in full-on professor mode. Normally, it would have been mildly amusing, but that skirt just made it distracting. Every time she spun around, it would flare out slightly, giving me an all-too brief glimpse of small white cotton knickers, and making it that much harder to pay any attention to what she was saying.
"It actually makes a lot more sense than the idea of him creating the thousands of new sciences that would have been required to pull off his Revenge," she continued. "Not to mention how he was able to harness the power of magic, which by everything I've ever read, didn't even exist on this world before he introduced it."
I considered rasing my hand to be called on, but dismissed the idea. "But you told me that he was already dead, that he had been killed during the war. And even if he hadn't been, that was over three hundred years ago. He couldn't possibly be alive now, right? Bloody hell, even wizards don't live that long."
She bestowed an indulgent smile on me, and I couldn't help but notice how straight and perfect her teeth were. "Wizards might not live that long, but certain pokegirls can. And even some Blood-Gifted human males, like Professor Fondlemore, can live for centuries. And if Sukebe knew how to make his Legendaries all but immortal, it stands to reason that he could have done it for himself."
"So you think that he might still be alive?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "If he were still alive then we probably would have heard from him by now. Besides, I didn't say that Sukebe himself brought you here, but it is possible that someone else has discovered his secret and is using it for their own gain, and that same someone is using you as a part of that plan."
I thought about it for a moment. "So if we can figure out exactly why that person wanted me here, then we might be closer to understanding who they are, and how I can get home."
Hermione flashed me a proud smile. "That's exactly what I was thinking."
"Surprised that I'm keeping up with you?" I grinned back at her. Despite the odd circumstances, things were beginning to look up. Everything else in this world might be different, but Hermione was still Hermione, and together we would find the bad guys and kick their asses, just as we always had before.
Then she said something that shattered the illusion of normalcy.
"Harry..." she trailed off and licked her lips nervously. "I... I still need to be tamed. And it won't be very long before I have to go back to sleep." Her face twisted in annoyance at that. "I can understand if you need some time to digest... well, everything, but it's been nearly a month since I underwent Threshold, and I still haven't been tamed by a man yet." She grimaced again. "I'm not sure how much longer I can go without feeling the effects."
I felt my face heat up with embarrassment and my gaze drifted down towards the floor. It wasn't that I didn't want to help her, it wasn't even that I didn't find her absurdly, mind-numbingly attractive. It was just... I mumbled something that barely even reached my own ears.
Her eyebrows bunched together. "I'm sorry, Harry, I couldn't hear you. What did you say?"
I couldn't quite make myself look up at her. "I said that I've never... you know... done that before."
I felt the bed move next to me as she sat down. My hands were in my lap, and she reached over to give them a warm squeeze. "Then we're both in the same boat, aren't we?" she said softly.
I didn't respond. "Harry, look at me," she said.
I glanced up and saw her giving me a tender, understanding look. She really was beautiful, more so than I had ever realized before. Or maybe I just hadn't let myself see it. Real friends had been so few and far between for me, even after coming to Hogwarts, that I had never wanted to take the chance of wrecking one of the few good things in my life, whatever my hormones were barking at me. She reached out and touched my face, tracing her fingers across my forehead and down my chin.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," she said. A warm little smile crossed her features and she flushed slightly herself. "It's pretty much impossible for a pokegirl to not enjoy herself during a taming, and I've read that the same thing is true for most Tamers."
Never breaking eye contact, she leaned in close and gently pressed her lips against mine, her hand trailing down the side of my neck to my chest. Lightly, she pushed me onto my back and straddled my stomach, bending down to give me another soothing kiss that I clumsily tried to return. I felt her hands slip under my shirt and glide across my stomach for a moment before she seized the hem and pulled it up and off of me, exposing me from the waist up. Long bushy hair fanned out along my chest and abdomen as she began to kiss and nibble at the bare skin there, scooting her hips back until her mouth was just above my belt buckle. The warm, torturous friction of her pelvis sliding down past my aching hard-on was almost enough to finish me off right then and there, but I just barely held myself in check.
Hermione sat back on my hips and loosened the knot that held the bottom edge of her blouse closed, then slipped the garment off her shoulders. Her breasts were tiny, unremarkable lumps on her chest, but she still presented an alluring and altogether womanly picture, and I was in no mood to complain. I slid my hands up the soft, tender skin of her thighs, under her brief skirt, then blinked as I realized that the air trapped inside had gone warm and damp with her arousal.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time," she murmured, blushing again. "And since I'm a telepath, I can feel you up here." She indicated her head. "It's kind of like a feedback loop, making me randy as a Tigress in heat."
Something clicked. "That's why you never questioned what I was telling you," I said. "You could sense that I was telling the truth."
She nodded, but seemed far more interested in pulling at the loop of my belt than explaining. "Besides, what kind of idiot would make up a story like that?" she mused, having moved on to my zipper. Striping me of my denims, she tossed them off into a corner and knelt down between my spread legs.
A ragged moan made its way out of my throat as I felt small, soft hands wrap around my shaft, and I clutched at the bedsheets to keep from cumming right then. My eyes were closed, but I could feel Hermione working one palm around my glans, gathering up the slick pre-cum there and spreading it all the way down my prick, lubing it up for her massaging hands.
"You're bigger than I thought you'd be," she said, her voice breathier and more husky than it had been a few minutes before. She was able to fit both hands together on my cock and slowly worked them up and down, pausing once or twice just as I felt myself approaching the point of no return again. It occurred to me that she could probably sense my rising passion, and knew exactly when to back off.
"I've read about it," she continued quietly, as much to herself as to me, "About how to please a Tamer, but the books can't explain what it actually feels like."
I ventured a glance down at her. There was real passion in her eyes, but something about the set of her jaw and the way her hands slowly, methodically worked their way around my erection told me that she was also taking the opportunity to learn as much as she could about what she was doing, just as she would with anything else new. Right now, I couldn't care less if she wanted to dissect me and pickle my brain, so long as she finished what she was doing first.
She must have sensed some of what I was thinking. "They do say that it's best for you to finish quickly the first time, and then complete the taming after you've recovered." she said absently, staring at my manhood like it was a puzzle she was determined to solve.
Sliding over so that she straddled my right leg, she griped me with both hands around the base and lowered her head down to my member. I was treated to the spellbinding sight of her small pink tongue poking out to lap at the little slit on the head of my penis, then roll its way around the purplish knob, leaving a shiny trail of saliva in its wake. I reached out to run my fingers through her great mane of brown hair as she kissed her way down the underside of my pole and she made a sound of approval deep in her throat. Her hips began to move of their own accord, dragging her hot, slick sex along the top of my leg and she made another happy little noise when she hit the bump of my knee. It was by far the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.
I reassessed that statement a moment later as I watched her soft pink lips stretch around my manhood, then lost the mental capacity to do anything more difficult than clench and unclench my fingers around great fistfuls of thick brown hair as she began bob her head, slowly building speed as the seconds ticked by. The feel of her warm, moist mouth moving up and down along my shaft was the most impossibly perfect sensation I had ever felt, and only the sheer novelty of it kept me distracted long enough to hold back for more than a couple of seconds. Even so, once she brought her tongue into play, swabbing around the sensitive underside of my penis and the sweet spot where the head and the shaft came together, I was lost. Dimly, I heard myself cry out as my whole body seemed to spasm and shake in time with the torrent of ecstacy that swept through me, leaving me shuttering and gasping for breath.
Hermione's eyes widened when she felt me explode inside her mouth, but she quickly focused on the task of milking every drop out of me. One of her hands pumped up and down on the bottom of my shaft and I could see her cheeks caving in as she fought to swallow it all. It was a heroic effort, as I'd been walking around with a hard-on for most of the last couple of hours and had quite a wad built up, but she managed it nicely.
My head thudded back against the pillow as the waves of pleasure began to ebb away, and I luxuriated in the feeling of Hermione's soft, eager tongue attending to the task of cleaning me off, while at the same time she continued to hump her hot little quim across my kneecap. Something about that seemed sexy beyond belief, and the quiet little moans of pleasure she was making only enhanced that feeling.
Lovingly, I stroked her hair. She seemed to enjoy that, moaning again and clamping her thighs around my leg. She licked her way up to the top of my shaft again, then suckled on the head for a few more seconds, making sure she hadn't missed any. Her task finished, she crawled up to lay on my chest, our sweat-slick torsos sliding against each other. She tucked her head under my chin and made a sound of contentment. I wrapped my arms around and held her to me. It was the closest I had ever felt to anyone in my life, and that was almost as good as the act itself had been.
"Thank you," I said to her softly, kissing the top of her head. "That was amazing."
I could feel her smile against my chest. "Anytime," she whispered.
It suddenly occurred to me that that was a very real offer. Hermione... this Hermione, was in every possible sense of the word, a sex slave. And my personal sex slave at that, subservient to my every whim and desire. Maybe that prospect should have thrilled me, but the reality of it scared me a little. I had never been responsible for anyone other than myself before, and the idea of actually owning another person, much less my best friend, was about the most daunting thing I could ever imagine.
After a few moments of careful reflection, I decided that the only thing to do was to treat her as well as I possibly could and hope for the best. After all, just because I could abuse my power didn't mean that I had to. And that went for any other pokegirls that I might obtain here as well. If fate had decided that it was my lot in life to become a Tamer, then so be it. But it wasn't going to change who I was.
Hermione lifted her head from my chest and stared at me intently. She had an pleased look on her face and her lips had turned up in a wide, happy smile. That telepathy was going to take a little getting used to. She leaned in to kiss me again, little pecks that flitted all over my face.
I laughed and rolled her over so that I was on top, then began to do the same to her, first kissing all over her face, then working my way down to her neck and collarbone. Her hands stroked my back and shoulders as I made my way to her chest, licking around her small areola, then taking the entire thing in my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. She gasped and held my head to her breast, encouraging me to continue.
My right hand caressed her other breast for a moment, then slowly made its way down across the flat plain of her belly to the waistband of her skirt, slipping inside and cupping her mound. She squealed and lifted her hips off the mattress, grinding herself into the palm of my hand. Her knickers were completely soaked and she was giving off heat like a furnace. I rubbed my fingers down the throbbing cleft of her vagina on the outside of her panties and she bucked again, howling like I had stabbed her. I began to realize that she had been telling me the truth before when she said that it was almost impossible for me to do anything that she wouldn't like.
Moving the strip of fabric to one side, I gently pushed two fingers inside of her, teasing her clit with my thumb, which set her off all over again. She whined and clutched at me as I eased my fingers in and out of her tight, steaming hot core. Rising up, I pulled off her skirt and knickers, then knelt between her wide open legs and teased her opening with the tip of my penis.
Hermione lay spread out before me, completely nude, golden skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat and her hair mussed in the most adorable manner possible. I took a second to admire the view before placing myself at her entrance and pushing my hips forward. For a embarrassed moment, I wondered if I was pushing at the wrong place, as it didn't seem like I was making very much progress, but that had more to do with Hermione's crushing tightness than my aim.
I wasn't exactly endowed like a porn star, but I had been in enough communal showers after Quidditch games to know that I was better off than most boys my age. That, combined with the fact that she was both a virgin and rather small in general was making for somewhat rough sledding. A little more effort saw my head pop inside, which made the rest of the struggle both much easier and far more pleasurable.
Nothing could have quite prepared me for the sensation of sheathing myself inside that wet, broiling hot, viselike tunnel. It was far, far more intense than simply being held in her mouth, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. Hermione's inner muscles rippled up and down my length with an almost unnatural strength and the girl herself seemed nearly insensible, shaking and thrusting herself against me in her pleasure.
I settled into a gentle, steady rhythm, easing myself down on top of her and kissing her again. She moaned against my lips every time I bottomed out in her and her legs wrapped around my lower back, urging me even deeper. Her arms slid around my neck and her moans gradually shifted into throaty yells that sent shivers down my spine.
She screamed and I felt her clamp down on me a split second before I was overcome by my own orgasm. I rolled us over again and we rode out our climaxes together, with Hermione on top so I wouldn't crush her. She collapsed on my chest, the two of us still joined, and let out a little whimper of satisfaction.
After a moment, her breathing evened out and the whimpers shifted into light snores. For some reason, I found that vaguely insulting, but chalked it up to her pokegirl nature.
For almost an hour I lay there, just trying to soak it all in. Not the dramatic change my life had undergone in just a few short hours, but the feeling of holding a beautiful girl in my arms. I couldn't help but smile a little. It seemed that for once there was going to be a little good fortune to go along with my usual phenomenally bad luck. I hugged Hermione a little closer and placed a soft kiss on her temple before settling in for a nap myself.
"You know," I whispered to my sleeping pokegirl, "All things considered, I think I'm going to enjoy this."
AN: //I don't like this chapter at all. At best, I consider it a necessary evil. I apologize for inflicting it on you, the reader, and give you my word that I'll try to do better next time.
POKEDEX ENTRIES
Courtesy of A-Kun's "Pokegirl World Project"
www.angelfire.com/mn3/pokegirls/main.html
STORM GAIL, the Legendary Wind Titan PokéGirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Flying/Magic
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique) (Deceased)
Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating
Role: Oceanic Chaos
Libido: assumed None
Strong Vs: Bug, Fighting, Ground, Plant
Weak Vs: Electric, Ice, Rock
Fighting Style: Storm Gail did not use any attacks which could be classified and named, she simply summoned various weather phenomenon to do her bidding.
Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x100 human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, absolute control of the weather
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None
When the Revenge War began, there were four immensely powerful Legenadary PokéGirls that made an appearance. One was Typhonna. Another was Storm Gail.
Storm Gail was the most human of the four 'first generation' Legendaries. A statuesque, eight-foot tall woman with dark brown skin, long, bright white hair, DD-Cup breasts, and glowing white eyes, she struck an imposing figure. She wore no clothes save for a celestial robe, which made her seem even more goddess-like in appearance. Her role was disrupting sea travel, and is responsible for devostating the Navy of China and Japan. Storm Gail was never seen on land, always flying in the air over the sea. She had a powerful, frightening ability: Absolute mastery over the weather. With a mere thought she could control winds, rain, and lightning, summoning massive hurricanes, her arrogant laughter echoing even over her thunder. She enjoyed her work greatly. But her arrogance was her downfall, many say, as she was the first of the four 'first generation' Legendary PokéGirls to disappear.
One day, Typhonna was seen wandering into a massive hurricane that had popped up a few miles out of the southern cost of what is now the Orange Islands. A massive beam of light was seen shooting out at an angle from the top of the hurricane, which quickly disappeared. Typhonna appeared unhurt by the hurricane, and moved on after looking around curiously. Researchers assume that Storm Gail was completely obliterated by a Hyper Beam from Typhonna. Scylla appeared shortly afterwards, performing Storm Gail's role in more efficient fashion. Two years later, Typhonna disappeared.
Update as of 240 AS: Researchers discovered in one of Sukebe's abandoned labs evidence that confirms the fate of Storm Gail and Mountaintide. The recordings, taken by satellites that Sukebe commandeered, show clearly that Storm Gail was indeed destroyed by Typhonna after Storm Gail took offense to Typhonna simply walking through her hurricane as if it weren't there. She struck Typhonna in the nose with a massive lightning bolt, which caused an angered Typhonna to respond with a Hyper Beam, completely obliterating her. In addition, evidence that Sukebe planned to make a fourth Titan, a monstrous Ice-element creature named Frigida, to act as a counterpart to Infernus, was discovered. Notes on the project indicate that after Typhonna destroyed the other three 'Titans' as he called them, he scrapped the project in favor of the more human-sized Legendaries which still exist today. Notes on how he intended to make Frigida were destroyed, although data on the final fate of Storm Gail and Mountaintide were added to the publicly accessible information in the Pokedex.
LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes, making them above and beyond other pokegirls:
Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Storm Gail's shape and even copy her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or Legendary Salient Qualities (see below). They can have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type though. Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe's Revenge, all the Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.
No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type's normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level, if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or disadvantage against. For example, Storm Gail has No Weakness (Level 200). If she were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Flying/Magic, at or below level 200, she wouldn't be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered strong against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary's No Weakness level treat things normally.
LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special qualities others don't have. Due to the fact that she lived for only a couple months, only one Legendary Salient Quality could be tentatively identified:
Goddess Of Weather: Storm Gail could, with a thought, command any and all weather patterns around her, manipulating and intensifying them to her will.
MOUNTAINTIDE, the Legendary Rock Titan PokéGirl
Type: Humanoid (rock)
Element: Rock (Hesitant classification)
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique) (Deceased)
Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating
Role: Destruction
Libido: assumed None
Strong Vs: Bug, Electric, Fire, Flying, Ice, Poison, Rock
Weak Vs: Fighting, Ground, Plant, Steel, Water
Fighting Style: Mountaintide used no attacks that could be classified in the PokéGirl Attack lexicon, only basic brawling as well as throwing of rocks and anything she could pick up.
Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x700 human), Enhanced Strength (x300 human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, several hundred feet tall
Limitations: EXTREMELY low intelligence
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None
When the Revenge War began, there were four immensely powerful Legenadary PokéGirls that made an appearance. One was Typhonna. Another was Mountaintide.
Mountaintide was the second-most inhuman of the four 'first generation' Legendaries. Her body was massive, looking like it was carved from stone, and only vaguely resembled a female human shape. She had no feet, the stone pillars that made her legs being simply wider at the bottom, her breasts bore no nipples, and she had two heads. Like Infernus, she was extremely low in intelligence, although this did not stop her from doing great amounts of damage in the old Russian Empire. Later on, for reasons unknown, she wandered down through what eventually became the Mountain and Cruiserweight continents and swam to Antarctica, which is now known as the Scarlet Continent. Typhonna was also spotted heading for that area. Shortly after, only Typhonna returned from the Scarlet Continent and resumed her rampage. Soon after, Titania appeared, performing Mountaintide's work in much more efficient fashion. Typhonna vanished two years later.
Theories abound about why Mountaintide fled to the Scarlet Continent. It's assumed that after the deaths of Infernus and Storm Gail, she got the idea that Typhonna might come after her next and went there out of fear, or to get an advantage over Typhonna. Many dismiss this latter theory, as Mountaintide showed no evidence of being that smart. It's assumed that Typhonna destroyed Mountaintide there, and that is why she never appeared again.
Update as of 240 AS: Researchers discovered in one of Sukebe's abandoned labs evidence that confirms the fate of Storm Gail and Mountaintide. The recordings, taken by satellites that Sukebe commandeered, show clearly that Mountaintide was indeed destroyed by Typhonna. Mountaintide was seen wandering aimlessly through Antarctica when Typhonna showed up. Mountaintide roared in anger and threw a glacier at Typhonna, which angered Typhonna and caused her to charge Mountaintide. The two battled, wrestling around, but Typhonna was quickly victorious, knocking Mountaintide away and reducing her to tiny bits rubble with a point blank Hyper Beam.
In addition, evidence that Sukebe planned to make a fourth Titan, a monstrous Ice-element creature named Frigida, to act as a counterpart to Infernus, was discovered. Notes on the project indicate that after Typhonna destroyed the other three 'Titans' as he called them, he scrapped the project in favor of the more human-sized Legendaries which still exist today. Notes on how he intended to make Frigida were destroyed, although data on the final fate of Storm Gail and Mountaintide were added to the publicly accessible information in the Pokedex.
LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes, making them above and beyond other pokegirls:
Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Mountaintide's shape and even copy her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or Legendary Salient Qualities (see below). (Or her sheer height, for that matter...) They can have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type though.
Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe's Revenge, all the Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.
No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type's normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level, if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or disadvantage against. For example, Mountaintide has No Weakness (Level 200). If she were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Rock, at or below level 200, she wouldn't be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered strong against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary's No Weakness level treat things normally.
LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special qualities others don't have. However, due to the fact that Mountaintide lived only a couple months, no Salient Qualities were identified for Mountaintide, although it is assumed she had them.
INFERNUS, the Legendary Fire Titan PokéGirl
Type: Humanoid (lava)
Element: Fire
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique) (Deceased)
Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating
Role: Destruction
Libido: assumed None
Strong Vs: Bug, Fire, Ice, Plant, Steel
Weak Vs: Ground, Rock, Water
Fighting Style: Infernus didn't really have any identifiable attacks. She would wander around, roaring and punching the ground, spewing lava and fire.
Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x500 human), Enhanced Strength (x200 human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, several hundred feet tall
Limitations: EXTREMELY low intelligence
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None
When the Revenge War began, there were four immensely powerful Legenadary PokéGirls. One was Typhonna. Another was Infernus.
Infernus was a gigantic monstrosity of a PokéGirl that appeared shortly after Typhonna. She was human in shape, but was several hundred feet tall, with long hair, but her whole body was made entirely of lava. She was a massive, hulking PokéGirl, and very low in intelligence. She did nothing more than wander around and destroy,
She first appeared in Greenland and Iceland, destroying both nations in spectacular fashion, and headed for the Arctic Circle, most likely with intention of melting the ice cap. However, because of her size she had to travel through water, something which caused her great pain, most likely due to her nature as a being of lava. Her movements through water caused great amounts of steam to erupt, as the water evaporated on contact with her skin. Infernus was last seen headed towards the polar ice cap when Typhonna entered the fog What exactly happened is unknown, but Infernus was never seen again after that, and Typhonna exited the mist seemingly without incident. The Volcano Mistress, Kary, appeared shortly afterwards, filling Infernus' role in more efficient fashion. Two years later Typhonna disappeared.
Update as of 140 AS: A vast, mountainous island has been discovered near the arctic circle, one that looks like it was formed after a vast volcanic eruption. Studies of this island by psychic and magic-type PokéGirls have discovered traces of a vast, primitive soul that has long since departed, leading some to believe that the island is the remains of Infernus after an unsuccesful battle with Typhonna. Because of the powerful soul that once resided in the island, ghost PokéGirls were drawn to it and gather there in abundance. Thrillseeking Tamers, mages wanting an ideal place to study necromancy, and those who simply want a Ghost PokéGirl travel to this haunted island, named Inferno Island due to the fact that in the very center of this island is a large pillar of flame which cannot be put out. Legends state that the pillar first appeared when ghosts started gathering there, the last trace of Infernus' mighty soul awakening to observe them. Some say that if you stare into the flame, you can see souls in torment...
LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes, making them above and beyond other pokegirls:
Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Infernus' shape and even copy her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or Legendary Salient Qualities (see below). (Or her sheer height, for that matter...) They can have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type though.
Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe's Revenge, all the Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.
No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type's normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level, if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or disadvantage against. For example, Infernus has No Weakness (Level 200). If she were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Fire, at or below level 200, she wouldn't be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered strong against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary's No Weakness level treat things normally.
LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special qualities others don't have. However, due to the fact that Infernus lived only a couple months, no Salient Qualities were identified for Infernus, although it is assumed she had them.
TYPHONNA, the Legendary Pokegirl Engine Of Destruction
Type: Biomechanical Inhuman (Reptilian)
Element: Dragon/Steel (Hesitant classification)
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique)
Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating
Role: Destruction
Libido: assumed None (Current theories state that she isn't a true pokegirl, that she's simply called one because she debuted around the same time, and besides, who'd be capable of actually Taming her?!?)
Strong Vs: seemingly everything
Weak Vs: seemingly nothing
Attacks: Hyper Beam, Tsunami, Fire Blast, Thunder, Earthquake, Fissure, Ebony Void
Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x1000 human), Enhanced Strength (x400 human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, several hundred feet tall
Limitations: Seems to weaken when out of water for long periods of time
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None
An immense, building-sized, lizardlike and not even remotely human monstrosity first unleashed in the Pre-Sukebe year 1992 in Northern Africa, she immediately made a splash by destroying everything she encountered, quite literally shattering the landscape. She wandered around the globe, wrecking everything she encountered, including some Pokegirl encampments, which led some to believe today that Sukebe had lost control of her early on.
In 1994, the ancient Empires tried using nuclear weapons on Typhonna, which succeeded in doing nothing more than getting her attention, causing her to hunt down and destroy her attackers. This in turn drew attention away from the other Legendaries, who did a great deal of damage, but in their own way each time and in a more subtle fashion.
For the next few years, Typhonna wandered the globe, destroying everything she came across and quite literally re-shaping the surface of the earth using her Ebony Void attack, which creates a 'micro black hole' and is infamous for tearing great gouges in what is now known as the Dark Continent, the titanic beast occasionally seen either fighting with or fighting against her fellow 'first-generation' Legendaries, Infernus, Storm Gail, and Mountaintide, all of whom have since vanished, assumed to be killed by Typhonna, who's unimaginable power has never been equalled by any Legendary created since that day.
In 1999, Typhonna vanished quite abruptly, disappearing without a trace. There was no sign of where she went, although theories and rumors abound, the most common one being that she had gone back into the sea to hibernate, having been weakened by the constant attacks on her. Although rumors have arisen that a group of criminals, either a Team Rocket-style group or a human supremacist group, has managed to contain and possibly control her. Heaven help us if this rumor turns out to be true.
LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes, making them above and beyond other pokegirls:
Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Typhonna's shape and even copy her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or Legendary Salient Qualities (see below). (Or her sheer height, for that matter...) They can have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type though. (This last comes into question due to uncertainty about Typhonna's status as a Pokegirl...)
Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe's Revenge, all the Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.
No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type's normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level, if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or disadvantage against. For example, Typhonna has No Weakness (Level 200). If she were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Dragon/Steel, at or below level 200, she wouldn't be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered strong against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary's No Weakness level treat things normally.
LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special qualities others don't have. Here is Typhonna's lexicon of special attributes:
No Weaknesses (Ultimate): Typhonna was considered to be the most powerful living being alive. She had no apparent weaknesses at all, and the strongest weapons of the time, nuclear missiles, did nothing more than get her attention.
Ocean Disruption: Typhonna seemed to prefer being in water, the deeper the better. This caused problems, as her very prescence in the water created disturbances, including waterspouts, whirlpools, and tidal waves, the worst of which being her Tsunami attack. When Typhonna went up on land, coastal towns were usually devastated simply by her heading towards them.
Ebony Void: Typhonna's ultimate attack. She uses all the power in her body to manipulate gravitational energies, creating a micro black-hole in midair, annihilating everything around it.
Harry Potter and the Tamer's Challenge 2
By Big D
Disclaimer: Not Mine. No Profit. No Shit.
Hermione let out a cute little snore and snuggled deeper into my side, her small slender body molding itself against mine, trying to draw as much warmth from me as it could while she slept. Her right arm was draped across my chest and her head lay nestled against my shoulder, using it as a makeshift pillow. Idly, I stroked her soft bare back with one hand and she clutched at me even more firmly, one leg draping itself over mine as she held me to her.
It had been nine whole months since I'd found myself stranded in this odd new world, but it seemed like I would never get used to the idea that I was really laying in bed with Hermione Granger, or that only a little while ago I had been shagging her brains out.
Or rather, "taming" her.
The whole idea of it was far too insane to be real, so I tried not to focus on the improbability of it all and kept my mind firmly on the things that I could actually control. I desperately needed to get some rest, but in spite of my recent exertions, was too keyed up to fall asleep. In just a few hours, the sun would rise and I would be getting ready for my Hogtits graduation exercise.
The test was simple enough on the face of it. Enter into the Forbidden Forest and capture a single Feral pokegirl. Shouldn't be much of a problem, right? After all, the bloody place was crawling with the damn things. Never mind that the vast majority of them were Feralborns powerful enough to give an entire squad of hit wizards all they could handle, and most of them hated humans with a passion. The test was just as much about survival as it was success, and it wasn't unusual at all for students to simply vanish during it, most likely having met a grisly end inside the bellies of a pack of deceptively beautiful feminine monsters.
And I was planning to do all of this with only the aid of one narcoleptic pokegirl without a single offensive maneuver to her name. Which just goes to show why I wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw.
Of course, I was hardly as helpless as all that. My own magic should be sufficient to the task of getting us out alive, and would give me a fighting chance against any but the most powerful girls, or the very few who were naturally resistant to magic.
Besides, Hermione's lack of firepower certainly wasn't her fault. Ever since I had set my timetable for leaving Hogtits, she had become borderline obsessed with evolving from an extremely limited A-Bra, into her next form, the far more formidable Ka-D-Bra. Once we managed that, she would lose her heavy sleep requirements and gain an impressive range of telepathic and telekinetic powers, as well as a massive boost to her IQ.
Maybe I was just projecting my own thoughts onto her, but I couldn't help but think that the increase in bust size she could expect was also a powerful motivating factor. Breast size tended to be something of a status symbol among pokegirls, and while I didn't think that she would ever admit to it, she did tend to walk rather straight-backed when we were in public, and she had once mentioned, almost apologetically, that she had actually been more buxom before undergoing Threshold than she was now.
I sighed. Even after all the time I'd spent here, concepts like Threshold and pokegirl evolution were things that I was only beginning to understand. Threshold was when a girl was born and raised human, but possessed enough pokegirl genes that she herself later transformed into one, usually around her mid-teens. When that happened, the standard operating procedure was for the girl's family to send her off to a licensed Breeder, although it wasn't unheard of (or, I found to my shock, even very much frowned upon) for parents to simply sell their daughters off to the next Tamer who happened to wander by, never to see her again.
Hermione at least hadn't been sold off like cattle, but she had been sent to Hogtits only a couple of weeks before I'd arrived. At one time, she had been planning to go into pokegirl research herself, and had even entertained thoughts of becoming a Watcher, but all that had changed the morning she woke up to find herself as an A-Bra.
It had been something of a shock for her, given that she had been born to fully human parents, but not totally unexpected, due to the fact that there were so few people left in this world who didn't carry at least a few pokegirl genes in their blood.
She claimed to have adjusted to her new circumstances, but who knew if that was true. Having your genetic code rewritten overnight and going from a free member of society to a piece of property had to leave all kinds of scars, however well hidden. If I had to judge, I'd say that she was trying to deal with those scars by burying herself in her new life, hence her impatience to evolve in order to serve me better. I always felt a pang of guilt when I thought about it that way, of her serving me, of me owning her, but there really wasn't much that I could do about it.
Musing over Hermione's past eventually led me to thoughts of my own. Not of the time before the stranger had brought me here, but of just after, when I'd first met this version of Hermione. I could still remember my utter shock at seeing her here, enough that I'd hardly noticed her leading me out of the pokecenter and showing me to my room. Shock had been quickly replaced by confusion, particularly when she sat me down on the bed and tried to explain what a Tamer was...
(Nine Months Earlier)
"So... what exactly is it I have to do?" I asked.
Hermione frowned and stared at me like she wasn't quite sure what planet I was from. Which, from a certain perspective, wasn't all that strange a question. "You need to tame me," she said in a quiet, rather confused voice. "I'd prefer if you did it now, while I'm still awake. I'm not sure if it would take properly if I was asleep."
I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck uncomfortably. "Well, see, I get that I'm supposed to tame you... it's just... what exactly am I supposed to do?" I asked again, cringing slightly in embarrassment at having to ask a question that I was sure any three-year-old in this world should know the answer to. "What I mean to say is, how do I tame you?"
Her frown slowly morphed into an expression that was somewhere between horrified and amazed. It was hard to tell exactly what was going on behind those big brown eyes, but I was pretty certain that it had something to do with me being the world's largest walking dipshit.
"Is this some kind of test?" she asked doubtfully.
I snapped my fingers. "That's exactly what it is. Let me put it like this: taming equals..." and pointed at her to finish the sentence.
"Sex," she said simply.
I felt my jaw drop. "Come again?"
"Exactly."
"Okay... wasn't expecting that," I muttered to myself, the double-entendre soaring well over my throughly befuddled head.
"If you don't mind me asking... Master, what part of the League are you from?" Her antennae had stopped waving about and seemed to orient on me.
Had she just called me Master?! Hermione?! "Uh... Surrey?" I said lamely. If possible, her face grew even more confused, and she mouthed the word to herself, as if trying it out for the first time, which she very likely was.
I cursed under my breath. Okay, this obviously wasn't going to work. Time to change tactics. The stranger had said to do what came naturally, and while I really didn't want to tell anyone at all about the fact that I was from another dimension, what came most naturally for me was to be truthful with Hermione. She had been my best friend for years now, and I had never purposely hidden anything from her. (Except for the prophecy, but that was another story.) Admittedly, this wasn't exactly the Hermione I knew, what with the micro-miniskirt, the antennae, and the yellow skin and all (never mind the "Master" bit), but it was as close as I was going to get, in the here and now.
"Do you know anything about parallel dimensions?" I began.
Luckily, this Hermione wasn't really all that different from my own. It quickly became obvious that she was possessed of the same keen intellect and thirst for knowledge as the one I knew. As I told my story, I could literally see the gears turning over in her mind as she began to assimilate what I was telling her, and it didn't take long before she was stopping me to ask questions, quick concise questions that told me she was already building up a hypothesis as to exactly what had happened to me. Oddly enough, she never once questioned if what I was telling her was true, she just seemed to accept it at face value.
"So you come from a world where there are no pokegirls, just full-blooded humans, right?" she asked when I was finished. I nodded. "But some of those humans can use magic?" I nodded again. She paused for a moment, mulling it over. "Have you ever heard of a man called Sukebe?"
"Sukebe?" I shook my head. "Doesn't sound familiar," I told her.
That's when she told me the story of a man who made Voldemort and his lackeys look about as dangerous as a litter of newborn kittens. Apparently, this Sukebe had been brilliant American scientist who, about three hundred years previously, had unleashed a hellish nightmare on an unsuspecting and unprepared world. Up until now, I had simply assumed that pokegirls were native to this version of Earth, but Hermione explained to me that Sukebe had first created them in his laboratory by a still-unknown method of recombining and enhancing female DNA to artificially create new and more powerful species.
The original pokegirls had been relatively simple human/animal hybrids, animorphs, who had served as Sukebe's lab assistants, and by all accounts as his sex slaves. When this was finally uncovered, his lab was raided and destroyed by the American military, and the original pokegirls executed on the spot as abominations against God and science both. The man himself was believed to have been killed in the attack, but no body was ever found.
A couple of years later, Sukebe returned from the dead in spectacular fashion.
During his self-imposed exile he had been hard at work planning his revenge on the human race, and what a revenge it was. He had created four beings of awesome, god-like power, who quickly came to be known as the first "Legendary" pokegirls, the building-sized Titans. Dubbed Storm Gail, Mountain Tide, Infernus, and Typhonna, they quickly went about, not just shattering human civilization, but quite literally reshaping the face of the planet. The seas rose and mountains fell at their commands, and within a matter of months, great hunks of existing landmasses, entire nations, had been gouged off the map, leaving a world almost unrecognizable from what had existed before.
Added to this were Sukebe's so-called "Legions of Terror", thousands upon thousands of new, smaller, but still very powerful pokegirls who served as his personal army, attacking and destroying towns cities, then engaging what was left of the world's standing armies and thoroughly routing them.
Humanity did attempt to fight back, with mixed results. Typhonna was attacked using nuclear weapons, but she simply shrugged them off and lashed out with a renewed fury, even to the point of turning on her sister Legendaries, killing off Mountain Tide, Storm Gail, and Infernus before turning her terrible attention on North America, which she all but ripped in half before disappearing herself, to where no one knows. Sukebe himself was eventually tracked down to one of his many hidden laboratories and killed in a missile attack, but not before releasing a bio-engineered pandemic called the Bloody Flu, which was later determined to cause sterility in almost all human women.
The Chinese government (one of the last of the old nation-states still standing) tried using biological weapons in return, creating a so-called "Monster Flu", which was intended to eradicate all pokegirls, but only managed to affect a few scattered species. However, the disease soon mutated into the Red Plague, which infected humans exclusively and boasted a ninety-two percent fatality rate. It burned through what was left of the human race with astonishing speed, reducing a worldwide population of billions to a scant few hundred million in less than a decade.
After losing his original Titans, Sukebe had created a second generation of Legendary pokegirls, smaller and moderately less powerful, but more numerous, and far more intelligent. These new Legendaries continued the war after his death, but were ultimately defeated by two important factors that they could not have foreseen.
One was the new weapons and tactics that humanity had developed through years of trial and error, including the great warship Langoud, who's main particle cannon proved powerful enough to kill even a Legendary.
The second was a fatal flaw that Sukebe himself had built into his pokegirls. He had originally designed them to be sex-slaves, and sex-slaves they remained, meaning that their wills could be dominated through sexual contact with a human. In fact, going without sex, be it with a human or another pokegirl, for any length of time would cause a pokegirl to descend into a Feral state, in which the girl's human intelligence became suppressed and her base instincts took over, in most cases turning her into little more than a wild animal. Once that happened, the only way to cure it was to be tamed sexually by a human.
Once this became common knowledge, the war began to turn in the favor of the surviving homo sapiens. A new kind of soldier arose, the Tamers, who captured Feral pokegirls and used them against the Legions of Terror, many of whom were captured and tamed into submission themselves. The war finally ended after the Langoud was used to kill two of the second generation Legendaries, forcing the others into hiding.
The world that was left behind after Sukebe's Revenge was vastly different than the one that had existed only a decade before. Not only had humanity itself been pushed to the very brink of extinction, but nearly all of the preexisting animal, bird, and fish species had been wiped out, replaced by rapidly spreading Feralborn pokegirl equivalents, against whom they simply couldn't compete.
The powerful nation-states of the old world were long gone, their leaders and armies dead, their cities ground into dust, and power had shifted into the hands of the Tamers, who eventually reordered society into the Leagues, a group of loosely affiliated territories who's main function was to control the use of pokegirls and protect the slowly rebuilding settlements from attack by Feralborns. Much of the Pre-Sukebe technology had been cast aside or outlawed altogether, many people holding it in contempt as the perceived cause of the Revenge War, to be replaced by pokegirl labor or other green alternatives.
Hermione finished her lecture and sat there quietly looking at me, waiting for a response. I tried to let her story sink in, but the sheer scale of it all was mind-boggling. An entire world, all but annihilated by the hatred of a single man. The geography and ecology of the planet remade, simply because one man had wanted to punish those who had wronged him. It was going to take me a long time to finally wrap my mind around the idea of such a thing.
I had seen evil men and women before. My parents had been killed by one. My Godfather had been murdered in cold blood by a member of his own family right in front of my eyes. I had been raised by people who held me in contempt for no reason other than the magical blood in my veins. I had seen the eyes of those who would pervert justice and damn the innocent for sake of their own power and glory, but I was certain that none of them, not even the Dark Lord of Magic himself, was capable of destruction on a truly global scale.
This man Sukebe had done all of that, and frankly, it scared the hell out of me. For the first time in my life, I found that I was actually frightened of someone, never mind that he was already long dead.
I shook my head and tried to refocus on the matter at hand. "I appreciate you explaining all of that to me, but what does any of it have to do with how I got here?" I asked Hermione.
She frowned and chewed her bottom lip for a moment, something I had seen her do a hundred times on my world. It usually meant that she was about to try and dumb-down a lesson for me so that I could understand it better.
"Because some people believe that Sukebe himself had the ability to travel to other dimensions," she told me. "A few of the records recovered from his labs indicate that his power really came from technology stolen from other worlds, and not anything that he had actually invented himself."
She stood up and began pacing the room, now in full-on professor mode. Normally, it would have been mildly amusing, but that skirt just made it distracting. Every time she spun around, it would flare out slightly, giving me an all-too brief glimpse of small white cotton knickers, and making it that much harder to pay any attention to what she was saying.
"It actually makes a lot more sense than the idea of him creating the thousands of new sciences that would have been required to pull off his Revenge," she continued. "Not to mention how he was able to harness the power of magic, which by everything I've ever read, didn't even exist on this world before he introduced it."
I considered rasing my hand to be called on, but dismissed the idea. "But you told me that he was already dead, that he had been killed during the war. And even if he hadn't been, that was over three hundred years ago. He couldn't possibly be alive now, right? Bloody hell, even wizards don't live that long."
She bestowed an indulgent smile on me, and I couldn't help but notice how straight and perfect her teeth were. "Wizards might not live that long, but certain pokegirls can. And even some Blood-Gifted human males, like Professor Fondlemore, can live for centuries. And if Sukebe knew how to make his Legendaries all but immortal, it stands to reason that he could have done it for himself."
"So you think that he might still be alive?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "If he were still alive then we probably would have heard from him by now. Besides, I didn't say that Sukebe himself brought you here, but it is possible that someone else has discovered his secret and is using it for their own gain, and that same someone is using you as a part of that plan."
I thought about it for a moment. "So if we can figure out exactly why that person wanted me here, then we might be closer to understanding who they are, and how I can get home."
Hermione flashed me a proud smile. "That's exactly what I was thinking."
"Surprised that I'm keeping up with you?" I grinned back at her. Despite the odd circumstances, things were beginning to look up. Everything else in this world might be different, but Hermione was still Hermione, and together we would find the bad guys and kick their asses, just as we always had before.
Then she said something that shattered the illusion of normalcy.
"Harry..." she trailed off and licked her lips nervously. "I... I still need to be tamed. And it won't be very long before I have to go back to sleep." Her face twisted in annoyance at that. "I can understand if you need some time to digest... well, everything, but it's been nearly a month since I underwent Threshold, and I still haven't been tamed by a man yet." She grimaced again. "I'm not sure how much longer I can go without feeling the effects."
I felt my face heat up with embarrassment and my gaze drifted down towards the floor. It wasn't that I didn't want to help her, it wasn't even that I didn't find her absurdly, mind-numbingly attractive. It was just... I mumbled something that barely even reached my own ears.
Her eyebrows bunched together. "I'm sorry, Harry, I couldn't hear you. What did you say?"
I couldn't quite make myself look up at her. "I said that I've never... you know... done that before."
I felt the bed move next to me as she sat down. My hands were in my lap, and she reached over to give them a warm squeeze. "Then we're both in the same boat, aren't we?" she said softly.
I didn't respond. "Harry, look at me," she said.
I glanced up and saw her giving me a tender, understanding look. She really was beautiful, more so than I had ever realized before. Or maybe I just hadn't let myself see it. Real friends had been so few and far between for me, even after coming to Hogwarts, that I had never wanted to take the chance of wrecking one of the few good things in my life, whatever my hormones were barking at me. She reached out and touched my face, tracing her fingers across my forehead and down my chin.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," she said. A warm little smile crossed her features and she flushed slightly herself. "It's pretty much impossible for a pokegirl to not enjoy herself during a taming, and I've read that the same thing is true for most Tamers."
Never breaking eye contact, she leaned in close and gently pressed her lips against mine, her hand trailing down the side of my neck to my chest. Lightly, she pushed me onto my back and straddled my stomach, bending down to give me another soothing kiss that I clumsily tried to return. I felt her hands slip under my shirt and glide across my stomach for a moment before she seized the hem and pulled it up and off of me, exposing me from the waist up. Long bushy hair fanned out along my chest and abdomen as she began to kiss and nibble at the bare skin there, scooting her hips back until her mouth was just above my belt buckle. The warm, torturous friction of her pelvis sliding down past my aching hard-on was almost enough to finish me off right then and there, but I just barely held myself in check.
Hermione sat back on my hips and loosened the knot that held the bottom edge of her blouse closed, then slipped the garment off her shoulders. Her breasts were tiny, unremarkable lumps on her chest, but she still presented an alluring and altogether womanly picture, and I was in no mood to complain. I slid my hands up the soft, tender skin of her thighs, under her brief skirt, then blinked as I realized that the air trapped inside had gone warm and damp with her arousal.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time," she murmured, blushing again. "And since I'm a telepath, I can feel you up here." She indicated her head. "It's kind of like a feedback loop, making me randy as a Tigress in heat."
Something clicked. "That's why you never questioned what I was telling you," I said. "You could sense that I was telling the truth."
She nodded, but seemed far more interested in pulling at the loop of my belt than explaining. "Besides, what kind of idiot would make up a story like that?" she mused, having moved on to my zipper. Striping me of my denims, she tossed them off into a corner and knelt down between my spread legs.
A ragged moan made its way out of my throat as I felt small, soft hands wrap around my shaft, and I clutched at the bedsheets to keep from cumming right then. My eyes were closed, but I could feel Hermione working one palm around my glans, gathering up the slick pre-cum there and spreading it all the way down my prick, lubing it up for her massaging hands.
"You're bigger than I thought you'd be," she said, her voice breathier and more husky than it had been a few minutes before. She was able to fit both hands together on my cock and slowly worked them up and down, pausing once or twice just as I felt myself approaching the point of no return again. It occurred to me that she could probably sense my rising passion, and knew exactly when to back off.
"I've read about it," she continued quietly, as much to herself as to me, "About how to please a Tamer, but the books can't explain what it actually feels like."
I ventured a glance down at her. There was real passion in her eyes, but something about the set of her jaw and the way her hands slowly, methodically worked their way around my erection told me that she was also taking the opportunity to learn as much as she could about what she was doing, just as she would with anything else new. Right now, I couldn't care less if she wanted to dissect me and pickle my brain, so long as she finished what she was doing first.
She must have sensed some of what I was thinking. "They do say that it's best for you to finish quickly the first time, and then complete the taming after you've recovered." she said absently, staring at my manhood like it was a puzzle she was determined to solve.
Sliding over so that she straddled my right leg, she griped me with both hands around the base and lowered her head down to my member. I was treated to the spellbinding sight of her small pink tongue poking out to lap at the little slit on the head of my penis, then roll its way around the purplish knob, leaving a shiny trail of saliva in its wake. I reached out to run my fingers through her great mane of brown hair as she kissed her way down the underside of my pole and she made a sound of approval deep in her throat. Her hips began to move of their own accord, dragging her hot, slick sex along the top of my leg and she made another happy little noise when she hit the bump of my knee. It was by far the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.
I reassessed that statement a moment later as I watched her soft pink lips stretch around my manhood, then lost the mental capacity to do anything more difficult than clench and unclench my fingers around great fistfuls of thick brown hair as she began bob her head, slowly building speed as the seconds ticked by. The feel of her warm, moist mouth moving up and down along my shaft was the most impossibly perfect sensation I had ever felt, and only the sheer novelty of it kept me distracted long enough to hold back for more than a couple of seconds. Even so, once she brought her tongue into play, swabbing around the sensitive underside of my penis and the sweet spot where the head and the shaft came together, I was lost. Dimly, I heard myself cry out as my whole body seemed to spasm and shake in time with the torrent of ecstacy that swept through me, leaving me shuttering and gasping for breath.
Hermione's eyes widened when she felt me explode inside her mouth, but she quickly focused on the task of milking every drop out of me. One of her hands pumped up and down on the bottom of my shaft and I could see her cheeks caving in as she fought to swallow it all. It was a heroic effort, as I'd been walking around with a hard-on for most of the last couple of hours and had quite a wad built up, but she managed it nicely.
My head thudded back against the pillow as the waves of pleasure began to ebb away, and I luxuriated in the feeling of Hermione's soft, eager tongue attending to the task of cleaning me off, while at the same time she continued to hump her hot little quim across my kneecap. Something about that seemed sexy beyond belief, and the quiet little moans of pleasure she was making only enhanced that feeling.
Lovingly, I stroked her hair. She seemed to enjoy that, moaning again and clamping her thighs around my leg. She licked her way up to the top of my shaft again, then suckled on the head for a few more seconds, making sure she hadn't missed any. Her task finished, she crawled up to lay on my chest, our sweat-slick torsos sliding against each other. She tucked her head under my chin and made a sound of contentment. I wrapped my arms around and held her to me. It was the closest I had ever felt to anyone in my life, and that was almost as good as the act itself had been.
"Thank you," I said to her softly, kissing the top of her head. "That was amazing."
I could feel her smile against my chest. "Anytime," she whispered.
It suddenly occurred to me that that was a very real offer. Hermione... this Hermione, was in every possible sense of the word, a sex slave. And my personal sex slave at that, subservient to my every whim and desire. Maybe that prospect should have thrilled me, but the reality of it scared me a little. I had never been responsible for anyone other than myself before, and the idea of actually owning another person, much less my best friend, was about the most daunting thing I could ever imagine.
After a few moments of careful reflection, I decided that the only thing to do was to treat her as well as I possibly could and hope for the best. After all, just because I could abuse my power didn't mean that I had to. And that went for any other pokegirls that I might obtain here as well. If fate had decided that it was my lot in life to become a Tamer, then so be it. But it wasn't going to change who I was.
Hermione lifted her head from my chest and stared at me intently. She had an pleased look on her face and her lips had turned up in a wide, happy smile. That telepathy was going to take a little getting used to. She leaned in to kiss me again, little pecks that flitted all over my face.
I laughed and rolled her over so that I was on top, then began to do the same to her, first kissing all over her face, then working my way down to her neck and collarbone. Her hands stroked my back and shoulders as I made my way to her chest, licking around her small areola, then taking the entire thing in my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. She gasped and held my head to her breast, encouraging me to continue.
My right hand caressed her other breast for a moment, then slowly made its way down across the flat plain of her belly to the waistband of her skirt, slipping inside and cupping her mound. She squealed and lifted her hips off the mattress, grinding herself into the palm of my hand. Her knickers were completely soaked and she was giving off heat like a furnace. I rubbed my fingers down the throbbing cleft of her vagina on the outside of her panties and she bucked again, howling like I had stabbed her. I began to realize that she had been telling me the truth before when she said that it was almost impossible for me to do anything that she wouldn't like.
Moving the strip of fabric to one side, I gently pushed two fingers inside of her, teasing her clit with my thumb, which set her off all over again. She whined and clutched at me as I eased my fingers in and out of her tight, steaming hot core. Rising up, I pulled off her skirt and knickers, then knelt between her wide open legs and teased her opening with the tip of my penis.
Hermione lay spread out before me, completely nude, golden skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat and her hair mussed in the most adorable manner possible. I took a second to admire the view before placing myself at her entrance and pushing my hips forward. For a embarrassed moment, I wondered if I was pushing at the wrong place, as it didn't seem like I was making very much progress, but that had more to do with Hermione's crushing tightness than my aim.
I wasn't exactly endowed like a porn star, but I had been in enough communal showers after Quidditch games to know that I was better off than most boys my age. That, combined with the fact that she was both a virgin and rather small in general was making for somewhat rough sledding. A little more effort saw my head pop inside, which made the rest of the struggle both much easier and far more pleasurable.
Nothing could have quite prepared me for the sensation of sheathing myself inside that wet, broiling hot, viselike tunnel. It was far, far more intense than simply being held in her mouth, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. Hermione's inner muscles rippled up and down my length with an almost unnatural strength and the girl herself seemed nearly insensible, shaking and thrusting herself against me in her pleasure.
I settled into a gentle, steady rhythm, easing myself down on top of her and kissing her again. She moaned against my lips every time I bottomed out in her and her legs wrapped around my lower back, urging me even deeper. Her arms slid around my neck and her moans gradually shifted into throaty yells that sent shivers down my spine.
She screamed and I felt her clamp down on me a split second before I was overcome by my own orgasm. I rolled us over again and we rode out our climaxes together, with Hermione on top so I wouldn't crush her. She collapsed on my chest, the two of us still joined, and let out a little whimper of satisfaction.
After a moment, her breathing evened out and the whimpers shifted into light snores. For some reason, I found that vaguely insulting, but chalked it up to her pokegirl nature.
For almost an hour I lay there, just trying to soak it all in. Not the dramatic change my life had undergone in just a few short hours, but the feeling of holding a beautiful girl in my arms. I couldn't help but smile a little. It seemed that for once there was going to be a little good fortune to go along with my usual phenomenally bad luck. I hugged Hermione a little closer and placed a soft kiss on her temple before settling in for a nap myself.
"You know," I whispered to my sleeping pokegirl, "All things considered, I think I'm going to enjoy this."
AN: //I don't like this chapter at all. At best, I consider it a necessary evil. I apologize for inflicting it on you, the reader, and give you my word that I'll try to do better next time.
POKEDEX ENTRIES
Courtesy of A-Kun's "Pokegirl World Project"
www.angelfire.com/mn3/pokegirls/main.html
STORM GAIL, the Legendary Wind Titan PokéGirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Flying/Magic
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique) (Deceased)
Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating
Role: Oceanic Chaos
Libido: assumed None
Strong Vs: Bug, Fighting, Ground, Plant
Weak Vs: Electric, Ice, Rock
Fighting Style: Storm Gail did not use any attacks which could be classified and named, she simply summoned various weather phenomenon to do her bidding.
Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x100 human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, absolute control of the weather
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None
When the Revenge War began, there were four immensely powerful Legenadary PokéGirls that made an appearance. One was Typhonna. Another was Storm Gail.
Storm Gail was the most human of the four 'first generation' Legendaries. A statuesque, eight-foot tall woman with dark brown skin, long, bright white hair, DD-Cup breasts, and glowing white eyes, she struck an imposing figure. She wore no clothes save for a celestial robe, which made her seem even more goddess-like in appearance. Her role was disrupting sea travel, and is responsible for devostating the Navy of China and Japan. Storm Gail was never seen on land, always flying in the air over the sea. She had a powerful, frightening ability: Absolute mastery over the weather. With a mere thought she could control winds, rain, and lightning, summoning massive hurricanes, her arrogant laughter echoing even over her thunder. She enjoyed her work greatly. But her arrogance was her downfall, many say, as she was the first of the four 'first generation' Legendary PokéGirls to disappear.
One day, Typhonna was seen wandering into a massive hurricane that had popped up a few miles out of the southern cost of what is now the Orange Islands. A massive beam of light was seen shooting out at an angle from the top of the hurricane, which quickly disappeared. Typhonna appeared unhurt by the hurricane, and moved on after looking around curiously. Researchers assume that Storm Gail was completely obliterated by a Hyper Beam from Typhonna. Scylla appeared shortly afterwards, performing Storm Gail's role in more efficient fashion. Two years later, Typhonna disappeared.
Update as of 240 AS: Researchers discovered in one of Sukebe's abandoned labs evidence that confirms the fate of Storm Gail and Mountaintide. The recordings, taken by satellites that Sukebe commandeered, show clearly that Storm Gail was indeed destroyed by Typhonna after Storm Gail took offense to Typhonna simply walking through her hurricane as if it weren't there. She struck Typhonna in the nose with a massive lightning bolt, which caused an angered Typhonna to respond with a Hyper Beam, completely obliterating her. In addition, evidence that Sukebe planned to make a fourth Titan, a monstrous Ice-element creature named Frigida, to act as a counterpart to Infernus, was discovered. Notes on the project indicate that after Typhonna destroyed the other three 'Titans' as he called them, he scrapped the project in favor of the more human-sized Legendaries which still exist today. Notes on how he intended to make Frigida were destroyed, although data on the final fate of Storm Gail and Mountaintide were added to the publicly accessible information in the Pokedex.
LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes, making them above and beyond other pokegirls:
Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Storm Gail's shape and even copy her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or Legendary Salient Qualities (see below). They can have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type though. Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe's Revenge, all the Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.
No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type's normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level, if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or disadvantage against. For example, Storm Gail has No Weakness (Level 200). If she were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Flying/Magic, at or below level 200, she wouldn't be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered strong against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary's No Weakness level treat things normally.
LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special qualities others don't have. Due to the fact that she lived for only a couple months, only one Legendary Salient Quality could be tentatively identified:
Goddess Of Weather: Storm Gail could, with a thought, command any and all weather patterns around her, manipulating and intensifying them to her will.
MOUNTAINTIDE, the Legendary Rock Titan PokéGirl
Type: Humanoid (rock)
Element: Rock (Hesitant classification)
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique) (Deceased)
Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating
Role: Destruction
Libido: assumed None
Strong Vs: Bug, Electric, Fire, Flying, Ice, Poison, Rock
Weak Vs: Fighting, Ground, Plant, Steel, Water
Fighting Style: Mountaintide used no attacks that could be classified in the PokéGirl Attack lexicon, only basic brawling as well as throwing of rocks and anything she could pick up.
Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x700 human), Enhanced Strength (x300 human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, several hundred feet tall
Limitations: EXTREMELY low intelligence
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None
When the Revenge War began, there were four immensely powerful Legenadary PokéGirls that made an appearance. One was Typhonna. Another was Mountaintide.
Mountaintide was the second-most inhuman of the four 'first generation' Legendaries. Her body was massive, looking like it was carved from stone, and only vaguely resembled a female human shape. She had no feet, the stone pillars that made her legs being simply wider at the bottom, her breasts bore no nipples, and she had two heads. Like Infernus, she was extremely low in intelligence, although this did not stop her from doing great amounts of damage in the old Russian Empire. Later on, for reasons unknown, she wandered down through what eventually became the Mountain and Cruiserweight continents and swam to Antarctica, which is now known as the Scarlet Continent. Typhonna was also spotted heading for that area. Shortly after, only Typhonna returned from the Scarlet Continent and resumed her rampage. Soon after, Titania appeared, performing Mountaintide's work in much more efficient fashion. Typhonna vanished two years later.
Theories abound about why Mountaintide fled to the Scarlet Continent. It's assumed that after the deaths of Infernus and Storm Gail, she got the idea that Typhonna might come after her next and went there out of fear, or to get an advantage over Typhonna. Many dismiss this latter theory, as Mountaintide showed no evidence of being that smart. It's assumed that Typhonna destroyed Mountaintide there, and that is why she never appeared again.
Update as of 240 AS: Researchers discovered in one of Sukebe's abandoned labs evidence that confirms the fate of Storm Gail and Mountaintide. The recordings, taken by satellites that Sukebe commandeered, show clearly that Mountaintide was indeed destroyed by Typhonna. Mountaintide was seen wandering aimlessly through Antarctica when Typhonna showed up. Mountaintide roared in anger and threw a glacier at Typhonna, which angered Typhonna and caused her to charge Mountaintide. The two battled, wrestling around, but Typhonna was quickly victorious, knocking Mountaintide away and reducing her to tiny bits rubble with a point blank Hyper Beam.
In addition, evidence that Sukebe planned to make a fourth Titan, a monstrous Ice-element creature named Frigida, to act as a counterpart to Infernus, was discovered. Notes on the project indicate that after Typhonna destroyed the other three 'Titans' as he called them, he scrapped the project in favor of the more human-sized Legendaries which still exist today. Notes on how he intended to make Frigida were destroyed, although data on the final fate of Storm Gail and Mountaintide were added to the publicly accessible information in the Pokedex.
LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes, making them above and beyond other pokegirls:
Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Mountaintide's shape and even copy her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or Legendary Salient Qualities (see below). (Or her sheer height, for that matter...) They can have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type though.
Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe's Revenge, all the Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.
No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type's normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level, if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or disadvantage against. For example, Mountaintide has No Weakness (Level 200). If she were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Rock, at or below level 200, she wouldn't be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered strong against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary's No Weakness level treat things normally.
LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special qualities others don't have. However, due to the fact that Mountaintide lived only a couple months, no Salient Qualities were identified for Mountaintide, although it is assumed she had them.
INFERNUS, the Legendary Fire Titan PokéGirl
Type: Humanoid (lava)
Element: Fire
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique) (Deceased)
Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating
Role: Destruction
Libido: assumed None
Strong Vs: Bug, Fire, Ice, Plant, Steel
Weak Vs: Ground, Rock, Water
Fighting Style: Infernus didn't really have any identifiable attacks. She would wander around, roaring and punching the ground, spewing lava and fire.
Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x500 human), Enhanced Strength (x200 human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, several hundred feet tall
Limitations: EXTREMELY low intelligence
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None
When the Revenge War began, there were four immensely powerful Legenadary PokéGirls. One was Typhonna. Another was Infernus.
Infernus was a gigantic monstrosity of a PokéGirl that appeared shortly after Typhonna. She was human in shape, but was several hundred feet tall, with long hair, but her whole body was made entirely of lava. She was a massive, hulking PokéGirl, and very low in intelligence. She did nothing more than wander around and destroy,
She first appeared in Greenland and Iceland, destroying both nations in spectacular fashion, and headed for the Arctic Circle, most likely with intention of melting the ice cap. However, because of her size she had to travel through water, something which caused her great pain, most likely due to her nature as a being of lava. Her movements through water caused great amounts of steam to erupt, as the water evaporated on contact with her skin. Infernus was last seen headed towards the polar ice cap when Typhonna entered the fog What exactly happened is unknown, but Infernus was never seen again after that, and Typhonna exited the mist seemingly without incident. The Volcano Mistress, Kary, appeared shortly afterwards, filling Infernus' role in more efficient fashion. Two years later Typhonna disappeared.
Update as of 140 AS: A vast, mountainous island has been discovered near the arctic circle, one that looks like it was formed after a vast volcanic eruption. Studies of this island by psychic and magic-type PokéGirls have discovered traces of a vast, primitive soul that has long since departed, leading some to believe that the island is the remains of Infernus after an unsuccesful battle with Typhonna. Because of the powerful soul that once resided in the island, ghost PokéGirls were drawn to it and gather there in abundance. Thrillseeking Tamers, mages wanting an ideal place to study necromancy, and those who simply want a Ghost PokéGirl travel to this haunted island, named Inferno Island due to the fact that in the very center of this island is a large pillar of flame which cannot be put out. Legends state that the pillar first appeared when ghosts started gathering there, the last trace of Infernus' mighty soul awakening to observe them. Some say that if you stare into the flame, you can see souls in torment...
LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes, making them above and beyond other pokegirls:
Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Infernus' shape and even copy her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or Legendary Salient Qualities (see below). (Or her sheer height, for that matter...) They can have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type though.
Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe's Revenge, all the Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.
No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type's normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level, if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or disadvantage against. For example, Infernus has No Weakness (Level 200). If she were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Fire, at or below level 200, she wouldn't be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered strong against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary's No Weakness level treat things normally.
LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special qualities others don't have. However, due to the fact that Infernus lived only a couple months, no Salient Qualities were identified for Infernus, although it is assumed she had them.
TYPHONNA, the Legendary Pokegirl Engine Of Destruction
Type: Biomechanical Inhuman (Reptilian)
Element: Dragon/Steel (Hesitant classification)
Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique)
Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating
Role: Destruction
Libido: assumed None (Current theories state that she isn't a true pokegirl, that she's simply called one because she debuted around the same time, and besides, who'd be capable of actually Taming her?!?)
Strong Vs: seemingly everything
Weak Vs: seemingly nothing
Attacks: Hyper Beam, Tsunami, Fire Blast, Thunder, Earthquake, Fissure, Ebony Void
Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x1000 human), Enhanced Strength (x400 human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, several hundred feet tall
Limitations: Seems to weaken when out of water for long periods of time
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None
An immense, building-sized, lizardlike and not even remotely human monstrosity first unleashed in the Pre-Sukebe year 1992 in Northern Africa, she immediately made a splash by destroying everything she encountered, quite literally shattering the landscape. She wandered around the globe, wrecking everything she encountered, including some Pokegirl encampments, which led some to believe today that Sukebe had lost control of her early on.
In 1994, the ancient Empires tried using nuclear weapons on Typhonna, which succeeded in doing nothing more than getting her attention, causing her to hunt down and destroy her attackers. This in turn drew attention away from the other Legendaries, who did a great deal of damage, but in their own way each time and in a more subtle fashion.
For the next few years, Typhonna wandered the globe, destroying everything she came across and quite literally re-shaping the surface of the earth using her Ebony Void attack, which creates a 'micro black hole' and is infamous for tearing great gouges in what is now known as the Dark Continent, the titanic beast occasionally seen either fighting with or fighting against her fellow 'first-generation' Legendaries, Infernus, Storm Gail, and Mountaintide, all of whom have since vanished, assumed to be killed by Typhonna, who's unimaginable power has never been equalled by any Legendary created since that day.
In 1999, Typhonna vanished quite abruptly, disappearing without a trace. There was no sign of where she went, although theories and rumors abound, the most common one being that she had gone back into the sea to hibernate, having been weakened by the constant attacks on her. Although rumors have arisen that a group of criminals, either a Team Rocket-style group or a human supremacist group, has managed to contain and possibly control her. Heaven help us if this rumor turns out to be true.
LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes, making them above and beyond other pokegirls:
Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Typhonna's shape and even copy her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or Legendary Salient Qualities (see below). (Or her sheer height, for that matter...) They can have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type though. (This last comes into question due to uncertainty about Typhonna's status as a Pokegirl...)
Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe's Revenge, all the Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.
No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type's normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level, if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or disadvantage against. For example, Typhonna has No Weakness (Level 200). If she were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Dragon/Steel, at or below level 200, she wouldn't be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered strong against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary's No Weakness level treat things normally.
LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special qualities others don't have. Here is Typhonna's lexicon of special attributes:
No Weaknesses (Ultimate): Typhonna was considered to be the most powerful living being alive. She had no apparent weaknesses at all, and the strongest weapons of the time, nuclear missiles, did nothing more than get her attention.
Ocean Disruption: Typhonna seemed to prefer being in water, the deeper the better. This caused problems, as her very prescence in the water created disturbances, including waterspouts, whirlpools, and tidal waves, the worst of which being her Tsunami attack. When Typhonna went up on land, coastal towns were usually devastated simply by her heading towards them.
Ebony Void: Typhonna's ultimate attack. She uses all the power in her body to manipulate gravitational energies, creating a micro black-hole in midair, annihilating everything around it.
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