Mentally frowning, Jetta didn’t like how the man stopped in his tracks as soon as he had caught sight of them. She continued to beg and whimper beside Ranma as he sat on the ground rubbing his ass. “Oh yeah, very well-mannered,” she mentally grumbled. Still, that WAS normal for a Tamer to act like that, so perhaps it was for the best.
Shaking his head, Ranma got back onto his feet. It really irked him how Jetta would lower herself so much whenever she was afraid someone was looking at them. Damn it! He knew her to be far stronger than this, and it really didn’t set well with him that she would act like some sort of slave.
Looking over to the new guy, Ranma couldn’t help but notice that the guy was outright glaring at him. “Uh, is something wrong?” Ranma asked, sounding slightly confused.
“Is something wrong?” The man repeated, clenching his fists. “Is something WRONG!?” He shouted in anger. “I’d say something is wrong, RANMA SEXTOME!!!”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, thrice, Ranma could only answer. “Uh... Okay.”
Growling, the lanky man pointed an accusatory finger. “I am Séance Leer, Pokégirl Tamer from Vain, CHALLENGE YOU, RANMA SEXTOME!!!”
Blinking his eyes, Ranma asked, “Challenge me?”
“Yes!” Séance answered. “I challenge you to a PokéBattle!”
Ranma winced. Great. He knew almost squat about pokégirls in general, let alone PokéBattles! “Are you sure we can’t just-”
However, Ranma’s attempt at reasoning was so stopped as Jetta spoke up. “Wait a little? Master promised to tame us today,” Jetta said in the squeakiest, cutest voice she could manage. “And I SO need Master’s cock!”
“Now wait a minute!, I-” Ranma tried until Jetta stuck her tongue in his mouth and pushed him out of the line of vision.
Séance sweat-dropped for a moment. Gina chuckled nervously as she scratched the back of her head. “We’ll be with you momentarily.”
Séance sweat-dropped more.
(------)
Once out of sight of the other Tamer, Jetta quietly snapped at her Tamer. “Ranma, didn’t I tell you that you can’t just walk away from a battle?” She asked. “It’s required a Tamer accept ANY challenge or else automatically forfeit.”
“I know that!” Ranma said. “I have the money, can’t I just pay him off?”
“No!” Jetta stated. She rubbed her body against her Tamer’s, just in case Séance came into the forested area to try and talk to them. “Sextome would accept every challenge with gusto, and beat them down hard and fast.”
Ranma frowned. “But I told you, I know SQUAT! How the hell am I supposed ta’ do a battle when I don’t know how to do one!?”
Sighing, Jetta continued to fondle her Tamer as she lay against him. She moved her mouth to his ear to whisper, even though it would look like she was kissing it. “First off, you bring out the PokéBall you want and say the command words to active it, the pokégirl’s name and ‘I screw you’. Then you basically give us directions when appropriate.”
Ranma nodded his head. “That’s all?”
“No,” Jetta admitted. “You have to keep in mind the pokégirl’s attacks, what a pokégirl’s strengths and weaknesses are, and over all abilities. And that goes for yours and the opponent’s.”
Staring flatly at Jetta, Ranma said, “And I don’t know squat.”
Jetta sighed. Damn it. Did Ranma have to make this so difficult. “Look, I can’t openly help you with this when you battle him, but I can give you a tip. Séance said he was from Vain. Vain is known as the ‘Magical City’. And by seeing that he had a Sorceress out by his side, he must obviously specialize in Magic-type pokégirls.”
“So, what does that mean?” Ranma asked.
“It means you’ll be at a disadvantage,” Jetta answered honestly. “Excluding Genn, you only have Fighting-type pokégirls. Fighting-types naturally have weakness against Magic-types.”
Ranma nodded his head. He wasn’t sure of this, but he know Jetta sounded serious. “What do you suggest? Use Genn?”
Jetta shook her head. “No. Genn is a Magic-type as well. She be on even-ground, yes, but she’ll also lose energy faster than your opponent’s pokégirls, since she has little aural energy to begin with.” Jetta sighed and shook her head. “You’d best stick with Sheila and switch to either me or Britanny after she gets beaten. She may be a Fighting-type, but her primary element is Ice. She’ll last a lot longer and hurt them easier.”
At Ranma’s confused look, Jetta decided to help out. “A Shaguar has the techniques of Snow Storm, Ice Wall, Ice Punch, Agility, Blizzard Beam, and Ice KAPOWIE. Ice Wall is a Defensive technique, Agility raises her reflexes, and the rest are attacks.”
After the Lupina said that, Ranma was STILL staring at her. “You don’t understand what I’m saying?” Jetta asked outright.
“Er... Yes,” Ranma tentatively admitted.
Letting out a sigh, all Jetta could say was, “We’re screwed.”
(------)
With his arms folded over his chest, Séance was tapping his foot impatiently. “How long will it take for your master to get done, little slut? I’m tired of waiting!”
“Just another moment or so more,” Gina said as she hoped to lessen the growing anger she could feel stewing in the Tamer. Granted, it hadn’t helped he became pissed off as soon as he saw Ranma. They did not need this sort of trouble.
Séance snarled. “If I have to wait another moment, I’m going to...” He trailed off as he saw Ranma and his pokégirl step out from the forest. “About damn time!”
Holding a hand up defensively, Ranma hoped to placate the raven-haired Tamer. “Sorry ‘bout that. Was kept a little busy,” he gave Jetta a slight glare, even though he wasn’t mad.
Still, Jetta was thankful for that. This was like how that cock-sucking bastard Sextome would act towards his pokégirls that he considered inferior. The Lupina got onto her knees and whimpered like a puppy that had been kicked. “Oh, Master! Please forgive me! Don’t punish me tonight! Please!”
Ranma sighed. He hated seeing Jetta do this. But he knew she needed to act like this, even though he didn’t agree with it. “We’ll see,” Ranma said in an annoyed tone. He wasn’t annoyed at Jetta, just the situation, although the other Tamer might not think this so. “So whadd’ya want?”
Once again, Séance pointed an accusing finger at Ranma. “You defeated me once before for my pokégirl and defeated me,” Séance glared at him. “I will get her back!” Without missing a beat, Séance said, “Three-on-three battle! Choose first, Sextome!”
Ranma blinked his eyes. “Damn, I so do not need this,” Ranma thought annoyed. He looked back and forth between Gina and Jetta, then shrugged. He pulled a PokéBall off of his belt and prayed it was the right one. “Sheila! I SCREW YOU!”
It was then that Ranma threw the ball. It opened up in a flash of red light, and there stood the petite, uber-cute Shaguar. Sheila looked about confused for a moment, and soon realized that she was in the middle of a battle.
Staring at the pokégirl his opponent pulled out, Séance didn’t know whether to laugh or get angry. It was so hilarious that Sextome thought he could beat him with such a small pokégirl, but at the same time, very insulting. “TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!”
“I am!” Ranma said. He huffed. This was getting annoying.
Glaring at Ranma, Séance called out. “Selena! Go! Aura Bolt!”
The Sorceress that had been at Séance’s side then lunged forward, her hand glowing with power.
Ranma tensed up as he saw the energy blast go off. “Sheila! Ice Wall!”
Pushing her hands forward, a wall off ice raised up form the ground in front of Sheila. The Aura Bolt hit the Ice Shield and was cancelled out.
Séance frowned. “Selena, Aura Bolt! Again!”
“Sheila!” Ranma called out. “Blizzard Beam!”
Both pokégirls held out their hands, gathering energies. Selena had a growth of light, while a swirl of frost got around hers. Both pokégirls released their attacks. However, having higher stats than the Sorceress’s, the Shaguar’s Blizzard beam traveled through the Aura Bolt and hit the tall blonde head-on. Even though the blast was weakened, the artic-powered bolt was enough to throw the Sorceress off her feet.
As the Sorceress was trying to get back onto her feet, Ranma was at the ready. “Sheila! Snow Storm!”
Jetta watched in awe as the Sorceress was already becoming overcome with ice and frost. For someone who never had to deal with a PokéBattle in all his life, he took to it like a Falcongentle to the sky. “Perhaps all those martial arts he spoke about helps him?” she questioned mentally.
Séance frowned as he saw his Sorceress frozen on the spot. “You want to play hardball eh?” Séance frowned. He took out a PokéBall and aimed it at the Sorceress. “Selena, RETURN!” And with that, a beam shot out and hit the frozen Sorceress. The blonde woman was reduced to red light and went back inside the ball.
Ranma frowned as he placed his hands on his side. Damn it. This guy was just getting madder. He especially didn’t like it when that Séance guy smiled a tad evilly.
“I was saving this one for last,” Séance spoke in even tones. He then smiled darkly. “But you’ve had this coming.”
Pulling another PokéBall off his belt, Séance tossed it forward. “Madrid! I SCREW YOU!”
Ranma stared at the pokégirl that came out of that PokéBall. She was unlike anything he’d ever seen! Six feet in height, hors that went back and reached all the way down to behind her legs, only to curve forward. The top half of her face was hidden under a mane of horns while she had a set of eyes on her abdomen. All Ranma could say was, “The hell?”
Séance smirked. “She’s a recent acquisition of mine. A Daimon.”
Jetta mentally cursed. Damn it! Ranma didn’t have anything to take on a Daimon. The best he could hope for was to just give it the best offensive.
Ranma frowned. “Sheila! Snow Storm!”
Sheila held her arms out to the sides once more. Indeed, a hail of snow-fall greeted the Daimon... But she seemed vastly unaffected.
”Madrid! Fury Swipes!” Séance commanded.
“Sheila! Ice Wall!” Ranma shouted.
The Shaguar managed to raise an Ice Wall in time to meet the first attack of the Daimon. Too bad, the Daimon broke through, and she connected the second, third and forth hits.
Ranma stared as Sheila was sent flying, the little jagwere tumbling. “Sheila!” He shouted out. He felt a little better when he saw Sheila get back onto her feet.
Séance smirked at seeing the little Shaguar on the ropes. “Madrid! Burst!”
Holding her hands forward, a glowing red energy began to pool between Madrid’s hands. She smirked a little evilly.
Ranma frowned. “Sheila! Ice Wall! Again!”
Looking forward, Sheila brought up an Ice Wall, although she didn’t feel that it was going to be any help.
She was right.
The explosion that followed shattered through the wall of Ice and sent the smaller shaguar flying once more.
Smiling, Séance was feeling very haughty now. “Finish her off, Madrid.”
Madrid’s hands began to glow again, as she prepared to finish the smaller pokégirl off with another blast of Burst.
“SHEILA!” Ranma yelled. “ICE KAPOWIE!”
There was a glint in Sheila’s eyes for a moment at hearing that. And then she lunged forward. “KA-POWIE!!!”
*KA-POW*!
Séance stared in shock as the small pokégirl hit his Daimon with a punch that packed quite a wallop. It was enough to not only disrupt the flow of energy for the Burst attack, but it was enough to send the Daimon falling backwards.
His jaw agape, Ranma stared at Sheila with some newfound respect. Who knew such a little package could pack such a force? He frowned as he realized Sheila was on her knees breathing heavily. Poor little thing was tired. Holding up her PokéBall, Ranma shouted, “Sheila! Return!”
Watching Sextome withdraw his Shaguar, Séance smiled. Yes. He was already weakening against the might of his Daimon!
Pulling out another PokéBall, Ranma shouted, “Britanny! I SCREW YOU!”
When the haze of red was gone from her eyes, Britanny had been expecting a Taming. Instead she was staring at a Daimon. “Aw, hell...”
Madrid smirked. “You said it,” and then punched Britanny in the face.
Ranma winced at the sight as his Cheetit was sent stumbling back. “Britanny!”
Groaning, Britanny rubbed her jaw. That had hurt. Great. She was in battle against a Daimon. And she had taken a hit in front of a Tamer she was trying to impress.
Frowning, Ranma called out, “Scratch!”
Britanny took a swipe at the Daimon, only to miss.
”Madird! Leer!” Séance called out.
The eyes on Madrid’s abdomen glew for a moment, and Britanny could feel the magic on her. She frowned. She could feel her own personal defense lower with that.
Ranma frowned as he knew something must have happened. “Brit! Slash again!”
“Madrid! Fury Swipes!” Séance commanded.
Madrid’s fist met Brit’s and stopped the attack. And again, she continued with a third, fourth, fifth, and even sixth hit!
Stumbling, but remaining on her feet, Britanny growled. She was hurting. With the lowered defense, those hits were REALLY hurting.
Ranma frowned. His second girl was hurting and he only was allowed one more to use to fight. And if he lost... “This jerk is more than likely gonna demand one of my pokégirls.”
Looking about, Ranma thought of something about this, anything that could help him. There had to be something here that could help turn the tides.
And then it hit him. Britanny was taller than the Daimon. And her ass aligned with...
“BRITANNY! TAIL SLAP, NOW!” Ranma yelled.
And Britanny did just that, moving at high-speeds as her tail slapped across the Daimon’s stomach, hitting her in the eyes.
His jaw dropping, Séance could only watch as his Daimon stumbled back, blinded by the Cheetit’s attack.
“Britanny!” Ranma called out. “Rocket Lunge and Tackle!”
Britanny smiled. “Pay Back!” She ran at high speeds and lunged at the Daimon, talking her to the ground, breaking some of the landscape. Britanny grabbed Madrid from behind and then began spinning the Daimon around again and again and again at high speeds, going faster, and faster, and...
...Letting go.
Ranma couldn’t help but wince as he watched the Daimon go flying through numerous trees at high-speeds, coming to a stop a good distance away.
Jetta blinked her eyes. Damn, she would have NEVER thought of such a strategy. “And if that was the best one he had, we’re in the clear!” Jetta thought seriously. She was already starting to feel better.
Snarling, Séance took out his PokéBall and aimed it at his downed Daimon. “Madrid! Return!”
With the Magic/Dark pokégirl back in her ball, Séance placed it back onto his belt. He then pulled out his third, and final PokéBall. “GRAVE! I SCREW YOU!”
Ranma watched intently as the red light from the ball took form of a small cat-girl, very similar in looks to Britanny, and the body-frame of Sheila. “What the...”
“G-Splice, Cheetit and Witch” Séance simply stated. “MYSTIC BOLT!”
The small G-Splice thrust her hands forward suddenly, the magical energy hit Britanny head on, knocking the Cheetit off of her feet.
Britanny roared in pain as she hit the side of a tree and fell onto her ass. Britanny started up at the little smirking G-Splice. “No way,” Britanny grumbled, “No way am I getting my butt handed to me by a little titty-kitty.”
“Britanny!” Ranma shouted. “Slash!”
“Grave! Shield!” Séance shouted back.
Britanny got back to her feet and wound up a strike to hit. Only to have her claws hit a wall of invisible force, causing one of them to break. “Fuck!”
“Grave! Slash!” Séance shouted.
Britanny winced as the little G-splice slashed forward, starring her claws into Brit’s shoulder. The Cheetit roared in pain and pushed the small cat-girl off of her.
Seeing red, Britanny went to use Slash again, but as before, she met the wall of invisible force. “Damn it!” Britanny cursed.
“Britanny!” Gina shouted out. The Amazonchan wanted to go an aide her little sister, but she knew she couldn’t. If she did, it would count for automatic forfeit, and then any of them would be up for grabs with this bastard.
Smirking at seeing he had his opponent on the proverbial ropes once more, Séance taunted, “Sorry! But her version of Shield lasts more than a single round. In fact it’ll last as long as my G-Splice wants it to!”
Britanny growled. This sucked.
Ranma frowned. Damn it. How the hell to take care of this one!? That thing was probably set up to take a lot of punishment, so…
The pigtailed martial artist-turned-Pokégirl Tamer’s eyes widened as the obvious hit him. “Britanny! Speed Punch, and don’t stop!!!”
Growling, Britanny did as her master commanded. She wound up a punch and threw it forward. But again, it was blocked. She looked back at her master, wondering what to do.
Ranma looked at Brit’s opponent. She was starting to sweat. “I said, keep it up!” Ranma shouted. “Trust me!”
Narrowing her eyes in determination, Britanny nodded her head. Turning back to her opponent, the Cheetit unleashed the full power of her Speed Punch, hitting again and again at the invisible wall in speeds that were on par, if not faster than Ranma’s Amaguriken.
His arms folded over his chest once more, Séance couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. “Again, you see that your pokégirl is no match for mine. Nothing will break through her shield so just give up now.”
Gritting her teeth, Britanny was slowing her punches. Her hands were beginning to hurt. “Masterrr...” She whimpered.
Ranma cringed. He wanted to let Britanny stop, but he didn’t want the pain she was already feeling to be in vain. The little cat pokégirl was breathing heavily now. “Keep it up Brit,” he cheered on. “Don’t slow down! You’re almost there!”
Whimpering, Britanny continued again and again. Her knuckles were starting to bleed from the immovable force that was the G-Splice’s shield, leading a pattern of blood on it. The sight broke Ranma’s heart, but he knew it would work. “Come on, Brit.”
Smirking, Séance condescendingly taunted, “You are a slave-driver, aren’t you? There’s no way that-”
*CRACK*!
Séance’s eyes widened. There was a web-pattern in mid-air between the shocked G-Splice and surprised Cheetit.
Ranma smiled. “Finish it, Brit! You can win!”
Smiling, Britanny almost felt a second wind. Her hands hurt like hell, but this wasn’t hopeless! “Time to make the donuts!” She shouted and began to punch faster and as hard as she could.
Grave stared in shock as more and more cracking appeared before her. She knew it was over. She was using a lot of energy to maintain that shield, and she was running out.
Finally, it was over. The shield shattered, and Brit’s fist went straight to the smaller cat-girl’s face. The G-Splice went flying back in a spray of blood from her mouth and landed in a heap on the ground. She didn’t get up.
Britanny fell to her knee, grasping her hand. Oh man, did that hurt! She was surprised when Ranma was already by her side, hugging her. “You did good, Britchan.”
Blinking, Britanny couldn’t help but smile. She started purring as she nuzzled him. She was suddenly feeling a lot better.
Growling, Séance glared hatefully at Ranma. “You sonuvabitch!” He hissed out angrily as he tossed a PokéBall before his opponent. “Fine! Keep the little bitch! But mark my words, I will get you for this, Sextome!”
And so, Séance walked past Ranma and his pokégirls in a huff, grumbling all the way. Looking back, Ranma saw that he left the G-Splice behind.
Sighing, Jetta walked over to the PokéBall and lifted it up. “Grave, return.” She said simply as she summoned the small pokégirl back to her ball. While Jetta was proud that her master had won his first PokéBattle, she knew they did not need to deal with another pokégirl in the mix. “Things are gonna get interesting...”
DAIMON, the Schemin’ Demon Pokegirl
Type: Near Human
Element: Magic/Dark
Frequency: Uncommon to Rare
Diet: fear
Role: Legions of Terror strategist and planning
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Normal, Psychic
Weak Vs: “Purifying” magic (like a Megami uses)
Attacks: Glare, Leer, Scratch, Fury Swipes, Burst (variations apply)
Enhancements: Enhanced Reflexes, Strength x3, Speed x3, Endurance x3
Evolves: Droido (Moon Stone), Demoness (orgasm), Succubus (mechanism uncertain)
Evolves From: Youma (stress, orgasm, or battle)
Daimons are the most preferred evolution of the basic Youma. Most Daimons have by now abandoned most of the bestial looks of their previous form, instead looking like very exotic women, often exotic enough that it’s pretty obvious they aren’t human. It is highly rare for a Threshold girl to become a Daimon.
Daimons were the planners of the old Legions of Terror back during Sukebe’s revenge, and this is a role that they have never truly lost. In order to help make sure that no rogue psychic-type would ever be able to steal their plans, Sukebe made sure that this evolution was part Dark-type to make them resistant to psionics.
Daimons are excellent planners. When in a Harem, they will often advise their Tamer about what to expect when headed into a certain situation, as well as the appropriate countermeasures to take. They are famous for coming up with daring, unorthodox ideas when in a tight spot. One thing about their plans though is that they always think in battle terms. Every plan is a “win or lose” scenario. It doesn’t matter if the situation is an upcoming gym battle or how to get a reservation at a classy restaurant, for a Daimon it all involves tactics about how to outwit “the enemy” to “accomplish the mission.” What’s more, their plans are always oriented around a sudden offense. This may be due to the fact that, alone of all other Youma-types, Daimons simply absorb ambient emotions of fear, such as the fear “the enemy” feels when they are suddenly ambushed. After a victory over “the enemy,” Daimons are usually quite giddy, and greatly enjoy a celebratory Taming.
Feral Daimons tend to run a little wild, unable to form the needlessly complex plans they love. Once Tamed, they are usually quite embarrassed about their behavior when they were feral, not because of the higher libido they had then, but because of how unthoughtout their actions were.
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