It's been roughly 300 years since the Great War. When the mad scientist Sukebe unleashed his hordes on mankind. Destroying almost every shred of culture and science available to us.

The day of reckoning has past us.
But did we learn from it?

I do not think so. 

Many of us have made new homes to live in, new social rules to go by and though old dividers have been cast aside new ones have been put in place.

Today's world 300 years after the war we are no closer to what God intended for us than the day when Sukebe spread the infection we now know as Pokegirls. 

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'Tis an Angel under Cover production.
	Written by Dewin Duvae.

Disclaimer: I own all the characters mentioned. Nintendo and Gamefreak own Pokemon of wich pokegirls are based on. Kitsune originate in oriental folklore but are in this case are twisted versions of pokemon and this is a completely different universe from the one described in Gregg Sharps Pokegirls & Wild Horses. (Except of course that they're just the same.)

	Pkgrl - Family matters Prologue
	Introducing a family
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The preacher paused to look at his congregation. It was a good turnout, but not as good as he'd hoped. He cleared his throat to give him time to find where he'd left off in the speech.

"There are no longer Jews or Greeks, Blacks, Whites, Americans or Russians. We are all one people. Unified by one cataclysmic event and similarly separated by that same event.

There are the Purebred." He swept his hand vaguely over the front row. "Cursed with the responsibility of balancing mankind."

"Then," he waved at a point further back in the congregation, "there are the normal people. Those who have to see their wives and daughters live in constant fear."

"Finally, there's the pokegirls themselves, shells of their former selves, a mockery of the human form. Animals blessed with just enough intelligence to understand right and wrong and cursed with instincts and urges so strong that they cannot make that choice."

"The Bible tells us that we as humans are to govern over the earth and to take care of the animals. We were supposed to be stewards of our surroundings. But do you know what I see when I look out the window?" He stamped over to the window. "I see grass, I see forest and I see sky. But I do not see any animals." He dragged himself back to the pulpit with slow theatrical steps. "We have failed in this task ladies and gentlemen. We did not take care of the animals. So they were taken from us. All but a handful of smaller insects, birds and fish."

The preacher sighed a guilt ridden heavy sigh. "We have failed in being stewards of our animals and in their place we have received Pokegirls, animals in human form. But in that lies our salvation. Because, as the animals were given to us by God to rule over in the beginning, so pokegirls are given to mankind to rule over today."

"We have been put in charge over them. But as with the slaves of the Old Testament it is our responsibility to lead them right. We must not let them stray from their service and we may not mistreat their trust. Do not spare the rod on a lazy pokegirl and likewise, do not neglect to reward those who have done well. It is right and just."

"Jesus told the slaves to love their masters. Is that possible without slaves in the world? No."

"Now we are all free men are we not?" All the men in the congregation nodded. "But the pokegirls crave captivity. Otherwise they become savages to run amok in the countryside. Now is this not divine intervention? That pokegirls should submit to man as she was made to do?"

"Yes it was. Now I'm asking all of you to submit to their needs. Govern them as their ruler. Because that is what you are. But govern them fairly. To do otherwise is to mistreat your property and as such to mistreat yourself."

He looked around and saw nodding and silent approval from everyone. He nodded himself and stepped down from the pulpit.

"Unfortunately, I have some bad news for everyone. My fiancée Minnie McSheen was lost to us this last week. She passed threshold on last Tuesday night. She was a beloved member of this community and will be missed. Especially by the children in Sunday school. Now let us all bow our heads in prayer for Minnie. For her soul up in heaven and for her body here on earth. That as a pokegirl it doesn't degrade her name in any way."

He lowered his head and waited for everyone in the congregation to follow. "Lord in heaven, take care of Minnie. She was a beautiful carefree spirit and deserved a longer life than what she received. We know that she loved you and that she was loved by you. Please take care of her and make the wounds in the McSheens hearts heal in good time.

Also, we ask Lord that you watch over her body. Don't let it stray from its new master. Make it a credit to her will and resolve to see things through. Make it efficient and eager to serve in any way it's master wishes. Make it show Minnie in a good light and in a way she would have wanted to be remembered."

He raised his head. "The Lord be with you all!" Silently, the congregation left the church. He sighed and turned to leave as well when he heard a gentle cough from somewhere down the back of the pews.

"Yes?"

A young pokegirl stood up. She had red furr all over her body, a slight pointy muzzle and two tails sticking out the back. "Why did you pray for me as if I was dead?"

He grimaced irritatedly but made no move towards the girl. "Have your parents decided wich farm to send you to yet?"

The Kitsune didn't answer, instead opting to stare him straight in the eyes. "I'm not dead am I?" 

He sighed and shook his head. He'd heard of Pokegirls doing this every once in a while. Asking why. Why their friends shunned them. Why their families sent them away. It was a sign of pre-shock. They hadn't understood what had happened yet and the family hadn't been quick enough to send them away for much the same reason.

He had hoped he would never have to deal with it. But, he thought to himself, the Lord humbles us all. It would just be a lot easier if it weren't her.

"Minnie." He looked back at her. If only she wasn't so beautiful. "You are not what you were. Your soul is in heaven, or hell. But in her case I think we can safely say heaven. This body," which seemed somehow more erotic with the way that tail played on her furry skin. "Your current one is what was left behind. It holds all of Minnies memories and some personality traits. But it isn't," he stopped himself and furrowed his brows in concentration and frustration. "You," he said taking her by her shoulders, "are not Minnie."

A sob escaped her throat. "No, please." Her face twisted together in grief and denial. "Please help." She stepped closer and hugged him while starting to cry. "I want to stay with you. I want be your wife. I still want to teach the children."

The preacher went rigid. He took firm hold of one of her arms and pushed it away. With his free hand he grabbed her hair and pulled it back, forcing her to look up into his ice-cold eyes. With a voice that made ice seem warm he said: "Get away from me! I do not tolerate beings such as you on my person."

"No Simon, please." Her fur was wet with tears. A salty odor of the sea reached his nose. "I'll be yours." Images of a never to be wedding ran through his mind. "You can do what you want with me just don't send me away." She leaned in to kiss him.

Before she knew it, she was sent reeling to the floor. Simon rubbed his hand roughly. "Do not dare tempt me girl. I can make your life severely miserable if that is what you really want."

She gave him one more confused and hurt look, then slowly got up and limped out of the sanctuary.

He followed her to the door and waited until she was all the way down the road. "Such a pity." He thought out loud. "Wherever they send her I'll have to give them a message to go along with her. I will recommend that they mind wipe her. It would be the humane thing to do."

With a heavy sigh, he closed the doors and turned back into the church. The cross was in straight view before him. "Why me Lord?" He fell down on his knees and cried. "Why her?" He wiped some of the tears out of his eyes but they continued coming just the same. "When there are a million other people in the world, why did you have to choose us?"

Simon put his hands together and bowed his head. "My God, my Lord and savior. Please help me deal with my pain. Take care of Minnie up there in heaven. Help me not feel so lonely. Help me see what to do. In your name, your will be done Lord. As always."

Sniffing one last time he stood up. He was about to head back to his office in the back when he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Oy! Anybody in there?" A loud voice yelled out.

"Still, still, I am on my way." Simon made his way to the door and opened it, letting a rather bedraggled man in.

"Thanks preacher. It was getting lonely out there." He unslung his backpack and sat down on the closest pew. "Say, do you have any food lying around? If you don't mind me asking, I only have pokechow left and that is not fit for human consumption."

Simon thoughtfully. "Yes, I believe we have some muffins left after the breakfast for everyone. If you'll help me with the dishes, we can take a look and see what's left."

The man shrugged noncommitantly. "Fair enough. I'm Rick, where's the kitchen?" Simon led him through a small door and pointed at the sink. "Okay then." Rick folded up his sleeves and started stacking the dishes while Simon took out some towels and some soap.

"Just by the way," Rick stopped what he was doing to look at Simon, "just before I came in here. I saw a Kitsune running past. I think she came from in here." He paused in order to hand a wet plate to the preacher. "Any idea of why?"

Simon sighed, took the plate and began drying it. "She's crying because she heard our prayer for one of our congregation who left us. It was very hard on everyone."

"I see." Both men remained silent for awhile. Then, haltingly, Simon started to speak.

"She was my fiancée and I loved her very much." He smiled dreamily. "You should have seen her with the kids. It was adorable. Chaotic but somehow, through it all, she had complete control."  A tear slowly traveled down his cheek as he went on. "Then there were her cakes. Out of this world. I would gladly walk through hell to see her again," he sighed again, "as she was at least."

Rick nodded and looked like he was going to ask something but then stopped himself.

"It's okay." Simon looked back at him gratefully. "It's just nice to talk I guess. I haven't really been able to talk to anyone much after her." He put the towel and the cutlery he'd been drying down. "It was threshold. It took three weeks. The first of those she had a constant headache and was slightly more amorous than normal. I was afraid she was dying of some decease when she feel into a coma for the last week. It was probably as painful for her family and I as it was for her."

Now Rick put the cutlery away as well. 

Simon opened the pantry and gave him some Red-E-Meals and some muffins. "By the way. Do you have an empty ball?"

Wordlessly Rick put one in his hands.

"I think I know what he wants me to do now. Thank you. You've been a blessing. Please excuse my hurry, but I'm afraid I am quite behind." With that, the Simon hurried out the door.

Rick smiled as he stuffed the Red-E-Meals into his backpack. "Young love. Isn't it wonderful? Makes me feel like settling down again." He grimaced badly. "You know, I don't think I take to that very well. I just made life miserable for myself and those around me." 

Wistfully, he took a muffin out of his pack and munched on it. "I wonder what he'll say whe finds he's already caught her. Oh well, at least she'll be happy."