Pokegirls: What Lies Beneath

Scott looked back and forth between Cinthia and the Duelette, and wished with all his might for a way out to appear and save him. As if on cue, his mom stepped into the room, and spotted him.

"Oh there you are, Scott! You better get ready, you have to meet your sponsor in less than an hour!"

"What, already?! By the way, Alicia wanted me to remind you you have to go in early on Sunday." Thankful for the reason, he squeezed past the others and dashed up to his room. He figured he had just enough time to take a shower and change before he'd have to go and meet his sponsor, whoever they were. So he hurriedly ran into the washroom, washed up, and came out a long moment later, a towel wrapped around his waist. Walking into his room, he rubbed a second towel against his hair, trying to hurriedly dry off before getting dressed. He had already been digging for some clean clothes for a few minutes before he realized he wasn't alone. Looking behind him, he could see the Duelette perched on his bed, her eyes glued to him. Feeling self-conscious, he adjusted his towel a little more modestly, not missing her small pout of disappointment as he did so.

"Sorry, but can you wait down in the living room? I really have to get ready."

"No, I want to stay."

"...fine." Scott knew he didn't have time to argue, so he turned around and tried to get dressed as fast as he could. He could feel her eyes boring a hole into his back, but tried to ignore the sensation. Dropping the towel, he began pulling on his clothes. Only an instant later, although it had felt like several minutes, he was done, straightening his shirt as he turned back to look at the Duelette. There was an odd glazed look to her eyes, and a noticeably rosy blush on her cheeks. He felt embarassed at her reaction, he knew he was nothing to get that worked up over. Clapping his hands in front of her face, he snapped her out of her trance, and started walking towards his door.

"Well I have to get going, and I assume you are going to want to go with me?"

An eager nod, the Duelette leapt to her feet and stalked towards Scott. Something about the way that she walked, it seemed almost... predatorial. He backed up against the door and fumbled for the knob. She was only arm's length away when he finally grasped the knob and twisted, opening his door and nearly falling over himself to get out into the hallway. He didn't know what had come over her, but something about how she was acting didn't seem like her normal self. Like there was a different set of rules she was operating by now. But he didn't know what those rules were, so he'd just have to be careful.

He went downstairs, feeling more than hearing her follow closely behind him. Cinthia was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, anxiously shifting from foot to foot, occasionally sending glances, almost glares, at their mom. If he had to guess, he'd have to say Janelle stopped her from following him up, although she'd apparently let the Duelette do so. As he finished coming down the stairs, he looked around, but didn't see his dad. So instead he turned to look at his mom. He knew that once he walked out that door and met his sponsor, they'd likely be leaving immediately. He might not see his parents again for months, or even years! Or if something really bad happened, ever. He reached out and wrapped her up in a tight hug, surprising her. But she returned the hug, squeezing him tightly in return.

"I'm really going to miss you, Mom."

"We'll miss you too, Scott."

Scott nodded, and looked down at Cinthia, who was blinking really rapidly, looking like she was about to start crying. Without another word, he gave her a hug, too, wrapping his arms around her. She returned the hug fiercly, but held it for only a second, then broke free and ran out the door. Scott sighed, he hoped she wouldn't stay angry at him for leaving like this. A moment later, his dad walked in, hefting something familiar. His old pokepack? Scott was only more confused when his dad approached him and pushed it into his hands.

"Go on, take it. My adventuring days are far behind me, you'll get more use out of it than I will. But bring it back sometime, okay? Those things are expensive!"

Scott followed the subtext of what his dad said easily, knowing what he really meant. Instead of answering, he set the pack down and gave out a third hug, wrapping his arms around his dad as best he could. His dad seemed caught by surprise, but returned the hug after a moment. Finally, Scott let go, and picked up the pack again. Greg told him that everything he would need was already packed inside, along with a few extras he'd tossed in. Scott was tempted to ask, but knowing his parents' love of surprises, there was no point in asking. Instead, he shrugged the pack on, experimentally trying it on. It was a little heavy, but nothing he couldn't handle. Turning to the Duelette, he said that it was getting late, they better get going. She nodded and followed him silently as he went out the door, stopping to wave goodbye one last time before he would leave.

Once they were outside, he surreptitiously looked around, but didn't see Cinthia hiding anywhere. Sighing, he set off, slowing down just slightly so that the Duelette was walking next to him, instead of behind him. He knew he was to meet his sponsor at the pokecenter, but he still had no idea who they were, or what sort of person they might be. If they'd agreed to do this, then it seemed reasonable enough to assume they'd be nice or at least amiable. But there were no guarantees. He glanced at the Duelette for a few seconds, smiled, then turned back to watch where he was going.

They arrived only a few minutes later, making good time. There wasn't anyone standing in front of the 'center, so the two of them walked in. Alicia was on duty, so he walked up to ask about his sponsor. While he did, he glanced around the 'center. There were quite a few people scattered about, several had one or more of their pokegirls out. Once he finally got up to the counter, he waited for the person in front of him to finish what they were doing, then he smiled at Alicia and asked if she happened to know if his sponsor had checked in. She nodded, and pointed to a row of benches against the wall on the left. He thanked her, and turned to see who all was there.

There were only three people sitting there, one of whom was apparently his sponsor. Two were girls, one was wearing clothing that seemed to indicate she could be a Tamer themself. The other was clearly a very young pokegirl, or maybe a pokekit, she was wearing very odd armor that resembled old machinery. As youthful as she looked, the heavy armor seemed very out of place. The third was a young man, only a few years older than Scott himself. Something about him seemed familiar, but Scott couldn't place what it was. He approached them, feeling a little nervous, stopping several feet away. Glancing to his side, he smiled at the Duelette's reassuring grin, and took another step forward.

"Um, hi, My name is Scott Allenford, and I'm tryi-"

"Oh, so you're Scott! We've been wondering when you were going to get here!" With that, the two girls got to their feet and stepped forward, stopping just out of arm's reach, smiling widely at him. They both looked him up and down critically, and then spotted the Duelette and gave her much the same treatment. By now, Scott was beginning to wonder what was going on.

"Um, is something wrong?"

"No, not at all, not at all. Our Master's been talking about you for a while now, we were hoping to get a chance to meet you!"

"Oh, you two are pokegirls?" Scott glanced over at the Duelette, he thought she'd said something but she was studiously turned away, staring at something on the blank wall nearby. Shrugging, he turned back to the 'girls. The third person sitting at the bench got to their feet, and staggered a little, it seemed one of their legs had fallen asleep. The way they stumbled brought it all back to Scott, he remembered him now! He was the guy he'd seen in here just the day before, before he dueled the Duelette! It was less than 24 hours since then, but it felt like weeks!

The young man stepped forward and stuck out his hand, which Scott quickly shook. Nodding at his two 'girls, the young man introduced the three of them.

"Well, Scott, my name is Brian Winters, and these two lovely ladies are-"

"I'm Tomoyo!" As the 'girl said this, she motioned with a camera in her hand, busy fiilming even as she introduced herself. Nonetheless, she stuck out her free hand and shook Scott's hand, then moved over to the Duelette and gave her a big hug, shocking her into inaction.

"And I'm Katya, pleased to make your acquaintance." This was the armored girl, demurely introducing herself.

"Yes, well, Tomoyo is a Cameragirl and Katya is a Mecha Musume."

"Well I'm very pleased to meet all three of you, and this-" Scott stopped talking in mid-sentence, then excused himself and walked off a bit, Duelette in tow. Once they were out of earshot, he turned to her.

"Why didn't you ever tell me your name?!"

"You never asked."

"Sheesh... Well alright then, what is your name?"

"I don't have one. I belong to you now, and you haven't given me one yet."

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Scott stared closely at the Duelette's face, and was rewarded by the tiniest of smirks.

"Maybe."

"Honestly. Well alright then, is there any sort of name you would like?"

"No, anything is fine."

"I should just call you 'Anything' then, but I'm not that cruel. Okay, how about Karin?"

"That's fine with me."

"Okay. Is there anything else you aren't telling me?"

"Yes."

Scott rubbed the bridge of his nose for a moment, trying to push back the wave of frustration. "Well at least you're honest. Let's head back to the others, okay?"

They did so, walking back to the other three much more casually than when they had left. Brian asked what was wrong, and Scott made up the excuse that he'd forgotten to ask about something. Which was technically true.

"Well. As I was saying, this is Karin, my Duelette." Karin nodded her head in recognition.

Brian nodded, satisfied that everyone had been introduced. With that completed, he set about explaining just what the plan was. As a sponsor for Scott, he'd travel alongside him, to give him advice and knowledge based on his experience, until he felt Scott was capable of handling being a Tamer on his own. A simple enough idea, it had proven useful ever since it was first tried out, and the number of Tamer deaths had dropped by a noticeable number. He also explained a little more about himself, how he was a Researcher and also a bit of a ruins explorer, Reclaiming old objects of value. He was interested in seeing if items from before Sukebe could have an effect on pokegirls, especially on 'girls who had proven susceptible to modern versions of those same items. He'd come across a disc containing files of ancient artwork, and his Ar-Tits, Hiyori, had soon grown very 'excited'. He was interested in seeing if such an effect could be duplicated, and possibly through other objects as well.

With that, they left the pokecenter, stopping at the pokemart to stock up on some supplies. After that was done, they made their way to the edge of the city. Once they left the city limits, Scott turned and looked back. Silent, just watching, looking at the city that had been his home all of his life. A moment later, he turned away from it, and rejoined the group. As they walked, he did his best 'new tourist' impression, his head moving back and forth so much the others thought he might get whiplash. He'd spent his whole life in the city, seeing this much undeveloped land was a surreal treat. They kept to the road, sonic markers along it's edges to keep ferals away. He couldn't see any ferals, but that didn't mean that they couldn't see him.

As they walked, occasionally they'd talk a little, but for the most part they were all silent. Especially Karin, who only offered up one or two word answers when she absolutely had to. Her eyes were wide, and she was continuously looking around her in all directions. She seemed far too skittish to be a feral-borne, so likely she was a domesticate or a thresholder. She even seemed a little more nervous than Scott, so he slowed down a little and reached out to grasp her hand with his own, to give it a reassuring squeeze. She squeezed back slightly, sending him a small smile in return. He tried to ignore the soft giggles of the other 'girls, as well as Brian's admonishment to stop teasing them.

Scott marvelled at the size of an enormous tree off the side of the road, he guessed the trunk was eight feet wide at it's base and it stretched high into the air, it's shadow making an equally large shape on the ground. As they got further and further away from the city, he noticed there were fewer and fewer sonic markers, and he could swear he could see vague flashes of motion out of the corners of hie eyes. But every time he turned to take a closer look, there was nothing, not even a rustling branch to show that there had been anything there at all. He glanced back at Brian and his 'girls, none of them seemed the slightest bit worried. He tried to stay calm, thinking that if they didn 't see a problem, then things must be alright.

They'd been walking for quite some time, the city had long since disappeared behind them after they'd descended a series of rolling hills. Scott realized he'd forgotten to wear his watch, he had no idea just how long they'd been walking. The sun was already beginning to set, the shadows were lengthening out into grasping arms and the light was beginning to gain a dusky orange hue. What he did know was he was getting tired. His legs were getting heavier and heavier, like they were slowly being layered in concrete, and his mouth was drying out faster than he could make spit. But none of the others looked put out, not even Karin, so he tried to hold back from asking for a rest stop. He didn't want to be the first one to give in to the rigors of travel, despite the fact that he was undoubtedly the weakest one of the group.

But eventually, he didn't have a choice. He was just opening his mouth to ask for a minute to rest, when Brian beat him to it, announcing they'd stop for dinner at the next clearing. Scott looked at him, and saw a knowing look on the other's face. Scott's face burned from embarassment, but he tried to ignore it, instead focusing on looking for a clearing. It took some time, it felt like at least a half hour, but they finally found a clearing, and began setting up camp. Brian and Scott had seperate tents, for which both were rather grateful. Brian's was very large, obviously one of the newest ones, easily big enough for a half dozen inhabitants. Scott's was noticeably older, but none the worse for wear. It was definitely big enough for him and Karin, four could sleep in it comfortably. While Scott and Katya set up their tents, Brian and Tomoyo began preparing the meal.

Soon the smell of delicious food began filling the air, and Scott realised belatedly that that might possibly attract ferals. But with the sonic markers and their 'girls, hopefully there wouldn't be a problem. He was probably being more afraid than he should, since this was his first time away from home. Looking up, he saw that Brian had released his entire Harem, the large group of ladies took a moment to take in their surroundings, before springing into motion. Even so, in that brief moment, Scott got a good look at them. He'd already seen Tomoyo and Katya, of course.

One of the 'girls straightened up quickly, looking around herself with a practiced ease. She was wearing a black outfit, it looked like some sort of special-ops uniform, the material straining slightly against her generous chest. She would have looked like a pureline girl if it weren't for her fluffy ears, which identified her as a Bunnygirl of some kind. Her eyes had an odd electronic look to them, too. She had shoulder-length purple hair, which matched the slight glow from her eyes. In the few seconds that passed from the first time he looked, she went from bare-handed to holding a pair of handguns, one in each hand. She held them casually, but it was obvious she knew how to use them very well.

The next 'girl he noticed was wearing an exotic dress, if he remembered right it was popular in Edo. Sleeveless, it was a rich red, with an intricate pink ivy design crawling up from the slit along one thigh to her chest. Her hair was done up in a thick ponytaurtail, with a pair of large hair trinkets above and behind her ears. Her hair was a dark brown that looked almost black, and her eyes were jade-green. She was moving over to an empty spot on one of the campsite's benches, trunks of trees set sideways, halfway into the dirt and worn smooth from long use. She saw Scott's look and smiled, waving a hand at him in a friendly manner.

The third 'girl his eyes landed on was a little on the short side. She was wearing normal enough clothing, but on top of it was a paint-spattered artist's smock, with a beret perched jauntily on her head, atop her hair, which was a shocking swirl of mint-green and strawberry-pink, straight and cut short, barely reaching the bottom of her neck. Her eyes were a bright violet, almost matching the other girl's electronic ones in hue. She looked around, holding her hands in front of her face, with her thumbs and forefingers creating an imaginary box that she was looking through. Finally landing on Scott and Karin, she smiled, adjusted her position, then sat down right where she was, pulling out a sketchbook from nowhere. She immediately began sketching them, causing Karin to snuggle up against his side, and him to squirm, feeling kind of uncomfortable to be put on the spot.

The fourth 'girl looked quite a bit further from human than the others. Her skin was a dark grey, the color of a shadow at midnight, and her hair was even darker, an ebony hue that made it look almost liquid. She was short, enough that at first Scott thought she must be a pokekit, except for the fact that she had been in a pokeball. He had heard about that, about normal pokegirls who looked younger than they really were, but he didn't realize it was so noticeable. She looked no older than Cinthia, a little younger, in fact. She wore a longsleeved baggy white shirt, and equally baggy khaki pants, both covered in dozens of pockets and pouches. As well, she wore a belt reminiscent of a Tamer's belt, with even more pouches hanging off of it. As soon as she had materialized, she turned to Brian, and grabbed the pokeball he offered her, holding it to her nonexistent chest as if it was something she couldn't go without.

With that, Scott had seen Brian's entire Harem, at least that's what he thought. Until they started talking. The special-ops 'girl was the first to speak, saluting as she did, as if Brian was her commanding officer. Which, he technically was, sort of.

"When are Mora and Rachel scheduled to return?"

"Not for another two days, and they'll be meeting us at the site, so we'll have to get there before that."

"Affirmative."

Brian gave the pot one last stir, handing the job over to Tomoyo for a second while he walked closer to Scott, who was doing his best to stay still, thanks to the intense look of concentration from the 'girl who was sketching him. He strained his eyes to meet Brian's gaze, blushing a little as he felt Karin's hand shift against him slightly. Brian looked at the sketch, then looked up at Scott and Karin, then back at the sketch, before nodding, and sitting down next to the 'girl.

"Well, I'm sure my 'girls will introduce themselves to you before too much longer, and my other two will be rejoining us in a few days."

"Other two? I thought Harems could only have six?" Scott was puzzled, even though he'd barely studied, even he knew that rule. It was one of the staples of the system, no matter where you went, what League you were in, it was always six is the maximum.

"For Tamers, yes, but I'm not a Tamer. I'm a Researcher, remember? I'm allowed eight. Four that pertain to my studies, and four for defense and other needs."

"Ah, I see. Must come in handy." Scott breathed out in relief and stretched, it looked like the 'girl was finally done with her sketch. Karin sighed gently in disappointment, she'd been enjoying the snuggle time. Getting to his feet, Scott walked around a little. Then a thought came to him, and he turned back to Brian. "Just what site where you talking about before?"

"Oh, you heard that? Yes, well I was in the middle of preparing to do some excavating and exploration of a possible site of some ruins near here, and decided to come get you before getting started there. It might be a worthwhile experience for a young Tamer like you to take part in. Oh, look at that, dinner's ready! Come on, let's eat! Tomoyo and I may not be as good as Mora, but I think you'll like it."

Judging by the way that Scott and Karin's eyes lit up at the mention of eating, he was right. The nine of them gathered in a circle around the cooking fire as Tomoyo spooned out bowlfuls of what was in the pot. Looking at it, Scott licked his lips. It looked like a hearty soup, and it smelled absolutely delicious. Thanking Tomoyo, he dug right in. As they all ate, Scott felt several eyes on him and Karin, and eventually looked up from his bowl to see two of Brian's girls, and Brian himself, all watching him with an expectant expression.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all. We were just... we were just wondering when you were going to ask what's in it." This was spoken by the gray 'girl, in a quiet voice, like she didn't use it very often.

"Ah. Well actually, I wasn't going to. I remember a story my dad told me, of his days as a Tamer. He'd joined a group of other Tamers, they were going to make a trek way out into the wilderness to look for a rumored really rare 'girl in the area. Well, after they stopped for dinner on the fifth day, they had a rare treat. Steaks! Great big juicy ones, not that tough, stringy KATTLE meat. He made the mistake of asking what it came from, and one of the other Tamers 'just happened' to remark on his missing Doe. He was lying of course, but ever since then, my dad never ate a steak again. So when he told me to never ask what's in my food, I listened."

A round of chuckles met his answer, although one or two of the 'girls looked disappointed that they couldn't pull the same trick on Scott. While they all finished eating, the girls introduced themselves one by one. The special-ops 'girl was named Motoko, and she was a Gun-Bunny. The 'girl in the Edo dress was a Diva, and she was named Misha. The artist was, appropriately enough, an Ar-Tits named Hiyori, the one Brian had mentioned earlier. And the gray 'girl was a breed Scott hadn't ever heard of before, a Mimica, and her name was Lily. Or Pandora, she added in an undertone. The others chuckled, but Scott didn't get the joke. Brian added that Mora and Rachel were a Milktit and a Shadowcat, respectively. Scott nodded, and had Karin introduce herself. She looked disappointed when her answer was no after asking if any of them played Duel Monsters. But then she smiled again as some of them said they wouldn't mind learning when they had some free time.

With the newest round of introductions and the meal done, Brian suggested everyone go to bed, so they could get an early start in the morning. Instantly, several of his 'girls clamored to know who's turn it was, but he shook his head, saying tonight was just for sleep, he was still tired from the trek into the city. Then he turned to Scott and flashed a big grin. "But don't let that stop you!" Several of his 'girls chuckled at that, and Karin's eyes lit up hopefully. Scott stammered out something in gibberish, his cheeks red. He got to his feet, and walked stiffly towards the tent, embarassed. Karin was quick to get up and follow him, until she nearly tackled him through the tent's flaps, to the whoops of the delighted bystanders.

"Okay, okay, enough. He's new at this. If you all don't lighten up on the teasing, he'll think all pokegirls are lecherous tricksters."

"And?"

"Point taken. Just keep this in mind, we're going to be sticking with him for a while, so treat him like you want to be treated." With that, they quickly drew lots for standing guard, and all save one marched into the bigger tent. Despite what he'd said, Brian was pretty sure he'd end up Taming at least one of them, and he felt sure they knew it as well. Meanwhile, Motoko was outside, taking her guard duty very seriously. Sitting in front of the fire, her eyes scanned around her, and every few minutes she'd get up, do a quick patrol, then return to her seat. In different time intervals, of course, to remain unpredictable for any enemies watching.

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Scott and Karin sat inside of their tent, looking at each other. Scott's face was still rather pink, but he was trying to calm down. Karin, for her part, was patient enough to wait for him to calm down before starting anything, content to just watch him. She shifted a little, she was eager for a Taming, he'd had her for two days now and yet he'd done nothing! Wasn't she attractive to him? She calmed herself down, though. She had the feeling if she got worked up, it'd only make Scott more nervous. Instead, she gave him a slow smile, hoping he'd calm down soon or she'd have to jump him.

Scott closed his eyes for a moment, trying not to think of what was about to happen. Sure, he'd thought about it before, what boy his age hadn't? But he couldn't help but feel nervous, it's not like he'd ever done it before. Knowing that Karin's sanity was resting squarely in his crotch was a lot of pressure, but he had to do it. Swallowing, he moistened his lips, and opened his eyes again. Only to see Karin beginning to slip out of her clothes! His blush returned in full effect, but through sheer force of will, he managed to keep a handle on himself. Nervously, he began to slip out of his clothes, too.

When Karin saw him beginning to strip, she was torn between two goals. The one, get naked so he could Tame her. The second, watch him get naked. She tried to do both, keeping an eye on him while she disrobed. In the end, that meant he was done long before she was. But eventually they were both naked, and in the same position as before. They sat facing each other, just looking at each other's bodies for a long moment. Finally, Karin had had enough and moved forward. She managed to only move forward slowly, instead of the full-body flying tackle she had first thought of, but just barely. She knew that Scott was really nervous, so it'd be her job to get him revved up enough for lust to overtake his nervousness. She gently but insistently pushed him down onto his back, before crawling on top of him, straddling his waist. She squirmed, feeling his bare flesh against her pussy sent a shiver through her, she wondered if he could feel her wetness, and know it was because of him?

She bent over, leaning over his chest to bring their faces together. She could see his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed nervously, and moved her lips to his neck, gently kissing the small bump. Sliding down, she licked at his collarbone, and continued working her way down to his chest, his stomach, his crotch. She stared at his cock for a long time, it was only half-erect. Reaching out, she ran a hand along it's length, making Scott jump in her hand. She resumed stroking him a moment later, then moved her mouth down to lick the tip. After tasting it, she popped it in her mouth, running her tongue along the base of it as she bobbed her head up and down. She could hear him moaning as she sucked at him, her hands moving lower to caress his balls. She kept this up until she felt his cock fully harden, and then released it with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to her lips. Looking up at his face, she grinned when she could see the desire in his eyes.

She was about to crawl over him when he sprang into motion, sitting up and grabbing her shoulders. She blinked, not fighting back when he swung her down to where he'd just been laying. He looked down at her, and wrapped his hands around her breasts, kneading the flesh somewhat forcefully, making her squeak in surprise. His other hand wandered down her side, caressing her naked hip, his fingers lightly brushing against her skin. He continued to grope her breasts even while he brought his face closer to hers, pressing his lips against hers as he kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth hungrily. She moaned happily, her own tongue rising up to join his in exploring each other's mouths. She continued to squeak, almost like a Titmouse, as he massaged her breasts, letting out an especially loud one when he pinched one of her nipples. She could feel him smile, and moaned when he broke the kiss. Only to gasp when he began to suck at her nipple, pulling it into his mouth while he continued to pinch the other one.

She rubbed her thighs together, the warmth inside of her was growing into a burning heat, she wanted more. She moved one of her legs up behind him, trying to pull him closer to her, closer to her pussy, which needed his attention badly. She moaned sadly, but then made a happy noise when she felt something against her crotch. She could feel it was only his hand, but that was enough, she just needed something to touch her there! She thrust her hips up, pressing against his hand, while he began to stroke at her wet folds, pressing a thumb softly against the hooded nub above her opening. She moaned loudly at that, it had felt too good. He grinned, her nipple still in his mouth, and continued to rub at her. She soon began moaning regularly, pleading for him to do it. Inside of her, a quiet voice marvelled at how much he changed now that he was doing it, but she was enjoying herself too much to listen to the voice now.

She cried out when he released her, but only until she saw him beginning to line himself up with her. She spread her legs wide open, displaying herself, presenting herself for him to ravage. They were both sweating despite the crisp quality to the early evening air, they were both getting very heated up. Scott had finally gotten himself lined up, and began pushing himself into her wet, hot tightness. She moaned loudly, she'd used dildos before, but this was the first cock she'd ever experienced. It was so hot! She cried out, a guttural cry of passion and pleasure, as he began to burrow deeper within her. She pressed against him, striving for him to go deeper, to enter as far as he could, to plumb her depths, to plunder her, to make her his in every way! She was panting, rocking her body against him even before he began to thrust. When he did, it started slow. Not hesitant, not anymore, but slower than she wanted nonetheless. He did speed up after the first few moments, though, until finally he was thrusting into her with abandon, making her cry out each time he hilted.

They began rocking together in earnest, they were both getting closer to climax. Karin was rocking against him as fast as she could, groping her breasts, tugging on her nipples, she was half-crazed with the need for release. Scott was only a little more reserved. He was thrusting into her frantically, but he needed his hands to stay in the position he was in, there wasn't much else he could do to her. Finally, with a loud cry, Karin came, her inner muscles clamping down on Scott's cock like a vise, shudders running through her body as waves of pleasure pulled her under.

The pressure on his cock was too much. With a cry almost like a growl, Scott came, shooting his seed inside of Karin, it's heat waking her up from the momentary lapse of consciousness. She woke up just in time for him to collapse on top of her, his head landing between her beasts. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, basking in the luxurious sense of heat and fullness he'd given her. They stayed like that for a long time, until Scott seemed to gain enough energy to move. First, he pulled out of her, to her disappointment. He was about to roll over next to her, but she kept him in place, his head still nestled between her breasts.

"So you... you want me to stay... stay here?"

"Lette. Duel? Duelette? Ette!"

"Huh? Oh yeah, Taming Shock... Don't... worry, it'll go away soon... g'night..." With that, Scott fell promptly asleep, still on top of the pokegirl he'd just claimed. She stayed awake only a few minutes longer than he did, content and safe, his comforting weight atop her, his breath ticklish against her bare, sweaty skin.

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Motoko felt bad about abandoning her post, if even only long enough to get everyone out of Brian's tent. They complained at first, but when she quietly pointed out that Scott had left the tent flap open, they quickly forgave her. How they had all watched the entire thing without getting caught, nobody knew. But now there was another problem. Since they had watched Scott and Karin go at it, they were ready for some fun of their own. All six of them turned to Brian, who'd taken over guard duty while they amused themselves, who realised he had a lot of problems to take care of. Six of them. As he was dragged into his tent, he tried pointing out that somebody had to stand guard. But even Motoko and Katya didn't listen, there was only one thing on their minds right now.

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Name: Allenford, Scott

Age: 15

Status: Active

Rank: 14

Licenses:
Tamer: Y
Master Tamer: N
Researcher: N
Watcher: N
Breeder: N

Harem:
Name: Species: Level:
Karin Duelette 8

Badges:
None


Name: Winters, Brian

Age: 23

Status: Active

Rank: 63

Licenses:
Tamer: Y
Master Tamer: N
Researcher: Y
Watcher: Y
Breeder: N

Harem:
Name: Species: Level:
Katya (Alpha) Mecha Musume 43
Lily Mimica 31
Misha Diva 32
Hiyori Ar-Tits 35
Motoko (Beta) Gun-Bunny 39
Tomoyo Cameragirl 34
Rachel Shadowcat 40
Mora Milktit 38

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MECHA MUSUME, the Old-fashioned Pokégirl

Type: Not Very Near Human
Element: Steel (or Steel/Flying, Steel/Water)
Frequency: Not Very Uncommon
Diet: Human-style foods, emphasis on home-cooking and old-fashioned recipes
Role: Historians, curators, archaeologists, and their assistants
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Dragon, Flying, Ghost, Normal, Plant, Poison, Psychic, Steel
Weak Vs: Electric, Fire
Attacks: Agility, Harden, Headbutt, Metal Claw, Punch, Tackle, Gust*, Quick Attack*, Depth Charge**, Slick Touch**
Enhancements: Enhanced Durability x8, Enhanced Stamina x4, Natural Armor, Flight*, Improved Lung Capacity**
Evolves: None
Evolves From: None

(A single asterisk is for Steel/Flying Mecha Musume, two is for Steel/Water types.)

Unlike most Pokégirls, who live in the present, and occasionally have an eye for the future, this Pokégirl dwells in the past. It loves nothing more than finding a hitherto undiscovered ruins and spending the entire day exploring. Perhaps because of the delicacy required in such work, this Pokégirl breed is rather soft-spoken, shy and unassuming, normally quiet unless it has something that needs to be said. As well, very loud or exuberant happenings unnerve them, as it is so far outside of what they are used to.

The Mecha Musume is a varied Pokégirl. To date, there haven't been any sightings of two that look similar to each other, except by the broadest of margins. Some possess a Water sub-type, while others possess a Flying sub-type, or none at all. The main feature in common, and one that is harder to truly identify than one would think, is that a portion of their body seems to be a replication of an ancient vehicle of some kind or other. Generally only their arms and legs, although some also have body armor or the occasional helmet.

Mecha Musume are widely different in their exact proportions. Eye color, hair color, skin tone, height, bust size, everything can change widely from one to the next. A large portion of them seem to be younger, near the age of being Pokékits, although this is hypothesized to be related to their elemental affinity. They seem to age slowly, retaining a youthful form for several years after becoming a Pokégirl.

Virtually all of the vehicle types seen in Mecha Musume no longer exist, save in stories passed on through families that managed to keep a connection to before the war. Other, slightly more recent vehicles which disappeared during the war are present as well, even though the last intact vehicle of said type was destroyed over one hundred years ago in some cases. Nonetheless, any researcher who actually knows of these various ancient vehicles will instantly be able to recognize their unique design in a Mecha Musume.

Despite their connections to various war machines, Mecha Musume aren't very skilled at combat. They can hold their own, due to their Steel type, but their mindset makes for very cautious battlers. This introverted nature includes Tamings, as well. Sometimes referred to as old-fashioned, Mecha Musume generally can’t bring themselves to actively seek out and ask for Tamings, save for when enough of their mind has gone away from the setting in of becoming Feral. They will never turn down Tamings, however. They just can't bring themselves to initiate it. This does change when they first discover a new ruin. When that happens, they grow very excitable, and aroused. (A secret fantasy of many Mecha Musume is to use some ancient device or relic as a dildo, although most will never dare admit or act upon it.)

One small skill that most Mecha Musume possess that make them so valued as archaelogical assitants is a form of radar. They seem to know just where to go to find ruins, although this does extend to recent wrecks of vehicles and machines. This radar, while uncontrollable, seems to have near-unlimited range, although the farther away the ruin, the harder it is to get even a rudimentary sense of direction. Most of the time, unless the Mecha Musume has had experience sensing this radar, she will simply lock on to the closest ruin, even if it was already discovered, even by her. Quite a few Tamers keep a Mecha Musume on hand when they need to unearth a certain relic, or to perhaps hunt for something valuable to sell.


Depth Charge (ATK 30 (60 underwater)) - This attack takes the form of a ball of energy which promptly descends to a desired distance, and then detonates. It can also be thrown, but it's rather unstable when this is done. Once the desired distance is met, it detonates, sending out a shockwave. Doubly effective when used underwater.


CAMERAGIRL, the Movie Maker Pokégirl

Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal/Magic
Frequency: Rare (Uncommon in WAPL-controlled areas)
Diet: Human-style, has a weakness for sweets
Role: Used during the Revenge War to film battles and spy on enemy troop movements. Now used in places such as the WAPL and the Slot League to film battles for TV. Also used for boosting morale.
Libido: Low
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Invis, Flash, Tackle, Wrestle, Teleport, Pummel, Phase, Staccato Punch (while in Fast-Forward & Repeat only), Hammer
Must be learned from a Tick-Tock: Rewind, Slow Motion, Repeat, Fast Forward, Freeze Frame
Enhancements: Have light magical ability to manifest any type of camera, be it a flash camera or a movie camera. Can broadcast from anywhere to any appropriate signal-receiver. Long range vision when using a camera.
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Shudder Bug
Camera Girls are among the more offbeat types of Pokégirls. They aren’t exactly good in physical contests, and in Sex Battles there are many better choices. However for Tamers who like to either show off or make their Pokégirls feel good by letting them show off, Camera Girls are perfect.

Camera Girls are Very Near Human Pokégirls who’s only real inhuman feature are their hands, which look like they are gloves made of white metal. Their hands are the focus of their powers, allowing them to summon their cameras. They can manifest any type of camera they need for the situation, but it has to be a brand that they have encountered before and held in their hands. Other than that, they are fairly close to the Ingenue in terms of appearance.

Camera Girls, surprisingly, were actually very useful to Sukebe’s side during the Revenge War. They could use their abilities to turn invisible and phase through walls to get into choice positions for recording conversations and information from human encampments and then Teleporting back to their commanders to report it. They do not like combat, and try to avoid it, but will not hesitate to use what limited abilities to their advantage if they have to.

In more recent times, Camera Girls are used to film Pokégirl matches for television, the highest concentration of them being in WAPL-controlled areas. Their ability to broadcast their camera signals to any device capable of picking them up makes them very useful. In addition, should fights take to the air, Camera Girls can give themselves unlimited long range vision to follow the action. Wandering Tamers tend to use Camera Girls to show off and boost either their own morale or the morale of their Pokégirls. They also let Camera Girls film Taming sessions, as they have highly voyeuristic tendencies. Watching an especially passionate Taming session can get a Camera Girl so aroused they can barely hold onto their cameras. And considering that Camera Girls are uncomfortable without some kind of camera within a 3 foot radius of themselves, that’s saying something. They aren’t good Alpha Pokégirls, but are always willing to offer advice and be helpful, if that’s what their Tamer wants.

More recently, it was discovered that if a Camera Girl is in the same harem as a Tick Tock, they can learn five time-related attacks. One is Rewind, which reverses time back for up to a minute and allows Camera Girls to avoid attacks that would have hit them otherwise. Another is Slow Motion, which briefly slows the flow of time around her in a wide radius, allowing the Camera Girl to get a better view of an attack that’s coming at her. One is Fast Forward, which briefly speeds up time around the Camera Girl, allowing for much faster movement. Another is Repeat, which allows the Camera Girl to repeat the last few seconds of what they had just done. In one legendary encounter, a Camera Girl defending her Tamer from a Team Rocket attack defeated an Iron Maiden by using Repeat while in Fast Forward to pound much more powerful Pokégirl over and over until she collapsed. This technique was named the Staccato Punch. Their final time-related attack is the Freeze Frame. By focusing Time magic through their camera, they can temporarily freeze someone for a moment in time.

Camera Girls that learn these time tricks from Tick Tocks develop a greater confidence in battle, and tend to use the battle cry “HENSHIN A GOGO, BABY!” whenever their Harem sisters enter a fight. To this day, no one has any clue what it means.

Another unusual personality quirk that Camera Girls have is that they have a great fondness for Cardcaptors and their evolved forms, as well as MysticKats and MysticAngels. As with their battle cry, this is unexplained so far.

Camera Girls are a relatively rare Threshold, however it is more commonplace in WAPL-controlled areas.

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Chapter End Notes: Well, that's a bit better, managed to make a longer chapter and finally a lemon scene. I'm hoping I can have the next chapter out next week, and again, reviews are loved!