Disclaimer:This story has nudity, masturbation, several mentions
of sexual intercourse. Yup, I think even the word orgasm once, no
twice. If you are below the age of 18 you are not supposed to
read this. Never mind the fact that most of those who write this
type of stuff are between fifteen and sixteen. Sheeesh. If I
catch one of you'z kids mashtabating in my backyard again,
I'll...

Created by Dave!
With the help of Duvae, Dewin
Proudly we... uhm...
Proudly *I* present:
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Tresspassers will be violated
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The wind screamed past the windows outside. Tearing at the
normalness of the evening. A bubble floated up noicelessly in the
large tank beside her. Tara could hear footsteps walk past the
desk she was hiding under.

Please don't let them find me, she thought.

It sounded so easy at first. Sneak in, find whatever the good
professor was up to and sneak back out. She'd write a story about
it and get lots of money. It couldn't be hard right? Linda
Mckenzie had done it, why couldn't she?

She didn't think that there was actually anything bad going on.
It was just that the guy was so darn secretive. It wasn't fair!
She only wanted some idea of what whent on. Power to the press,
that sort of thing. It was a hard world, living in the shadow of
someone famous.

The footsteps stooped.

What she found when she got it was bad. On a scale of one to five
it was dangling up in the teens somewhere. He'd actually
kidnapped purebred women and experimented on them. Tara clutched
the list of names and what he'd turned them into, tightly to her
chest. Silently she cursed her great great great grandaunt for
the thousandth time. If only she hadn't been alive, her own life
might not have been so messed up.

She had to get out of here. As long as she did, she wouldn't have
to join the list. She'd hide somewhere and never tell a soul.

She slowly peeked out from under the desk. Seeing no-one, she ran
for it. She ran past the tubes with half thresholded women
floating in them. Past the empty cells and the desks.

Again there were footsteps. Scared, she stopped. A chill ran down
her spine. Tara pressed herself tightly to the wall and held her
breath.

The footsteps came closer and closer. If she could only hide
forever.

Suddenly there was silence. Not a breath, not a clack of a heal
disturbed the air. You could hear her sweat hit the floor.

Maybe she would get caught, maybe she wouldn't. To frightened to
care anymore, Tara flung herself away from the wall and ran.
Straight into the arms of a waiting Minotaura.

"Aaah, how refreshing." She could hear him up close. "Our little
thief is a woman." His breath was on her neck. "But she is dirty
and sweaty, she needs a bath. Gina, follow me!"

Tara tried to twist her way out of the Minotauras grip, but to no
avail. The grip was just too tight.

Pretty soon, they arrived at an empty tank. A door creaked open
and she was thrown inside. She nearly fell on the plastic bag on
the floor.

"You'll find an air-tight bag on the floor. If you put your
clothes in that, they'll be dry when we're done." The voice
didn't seem cruel, nor lecherous. It actually seemed pleasant.

"LET ME OUT!" Tara beat on the glass.

"In a few moments, liquid will seep in from the floor. I suggest
you follow my advice." Reluctantly, Tara stripped down.

"Why are you doing this?"

The professor humphed. "You are a reporter?" She didn't respond.
"Never mind, it was a rethorical question. I'll make you a deal.
You tell me your name and I'll tell you a tidbit of what I want
to accomplish."

"No! You're obviously up to no good and you'll only wipe my mind
afterwards."

Yellowish liquid slowly began sippering in. "True, I would
have." He smiled. "Though I think I'll let you keep your memory.
I'll even let you go. All you need to do is to tell me your
name." He looked expectantly at her.

"Look, It's for the records." He pleaded gruffly. "I keep a list
of everyone who's ever visited." Tara felt the yellow muck wet
her pubic hairs. She desperately wanted out, but she didn't think
he could be trusted.

It came up to her navel. "Alright! It's Tara. Tara McKenzie."

The professors eyes lit up. "You are a relative of the hated
Linda!" His smile grew a mile wide. She nodded. "Excellent, the
great, great, great grandaughter of Linda McKenzie. The slayer of
the great master. Oh, he would be pleased."

"Grandniece." She sullenly replied. The 'water' now touched the
bottom of her breasts.

"Whatever. Yes, I will tell you." He came up to her and slid his
hands along the glass. "You see, I have a theory. All of the
masters pokewomen were created from directly human stock. Not of
the impure sort that stroll the towns today, but those that have
stayed 'pure'. Those that call themselves purebred."

His face glinted in the moonlight. "Those purebred can be turned.
If I force them through a type of Threshold, I can control it and
I can control them. I will get pure pokewomen. Who's progeny
won't become anything other that their mothers breed."

"What-" She rose up on her toes to stay above the yellow stuff.
"What is the purpose?"

"What is the purpose!" He glared at her angrily then blinked, and
spoke calmly. "There is a tube above you. It's red for
identification, please breathe through that."

He nodded as he saw Tara follow his instructions, popping the
tube in her mouth. "What is the purpose?" Again he got riled up.
"The masters work has been polluted. His pure bloodlines of
pokewomen have been turned into a mockery of what they were. Joys
and Jennys, he never created those. Psidykes actually mating with
males? No, it has all gone wrong. We must start over. Have PURE
pokebreeds."

Tara looked at him with pity, he nearly frothed at the mouth.
Poor guy. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He didn't
deserve what he was going to get. Just as soon as she got out
that is.

"But you. You are of her lineage. You are special." He nodded to
himself. "I will let you go. I promised you that. But first, what
species do you want to be?"

Tara's eyes grew wide with fear and she started to pound on the
glass again, to no success.

"Tut, tut, tut. Those walls will not break, why they even held my
dear Gina over here." He pointed at the Minotaura. "She came to
me you know. Yes, she came with her sister. Wanted a Milktit to
help their poor economy." He snorted. "Her sister was my first
and she became my second. I thought it appropriate to keep them
related."

Tara swallowed, she was caught. The madman had lifted her hopes
for a bit, just to crash them even more soundly. Like a child
picking one wing from a fly, then letting it go. "mppphmph"
Bubbles twirled around her feet. She could feel herself getting
warm in the cold liquid.

"Ah yes, you can't speak? How unfortunate." He didn't sound sad.
"I will have to choose for you." He pressed a button on the
pedestal underneath her. "What do you think, a Milktit, a Vixxen
or a Bunny? I'll let you sleep on it." With that he left. The
Minotaura close on his heels.

Tara wept, why had she decided to go here at all? It just wasn't
fair. She felt her breasts get heavier and sighed. A Milktit
obviously. She could forget about a bra, unless she got milked
every ten minutes her breast would just grow to big.

Inspite of fighting it, a groan escaped her throat. Not only was
her breasts getting heavy, but her slit was starting to burn.
Just my luck, she thought, all Milktits have high libidos.

She looked around nervously, then put her hand over her slit. She
felt ashamed to do it and really didn't want to get caught but-.
Suddenly she jerked as the thought of discovery made a shiver of
pleasure run up her spine.

She brought her other hand to one of her breasts. It hadn't
gotten bigger, just tighter. She fought the urge to move her
hands away.

What was with her, just a moment before she had fought the need
to do this. Couldn't her body decide what it wanted? But no, the
'need' was still there, winding itself into a tight little coil.

This must be why pokewomen are so ready to be tamed after they're
caught, she thought. Well, if I take the edge off maybe I can
resist better later.

With that thought she started rubbing her nipple. Pulses of
pleasure bounced around her nether regions. Nervously, she ran
her longfinger along her slit. The thought of anyone seeing her
was still highly present in her mind, making her more horny by
the minute.

Who cares! She drove it in. oooh! Wow, it was stronger than
before. Just imagine a penis in that hole. A thick, strong member
tearing into it like piston. Again and again. She pushed two
fingers in, copying the motion.

A big looong cock driving into her. Attached to a guy, she could
care less what he looked like at this point but still she
imagined him as pleasant looking guy with a nice smile. Except,
except that the smile had dissapeared. Replaced with a leer. A
friendly one. And it wasn't her hand that was molding and
crushing her breasts. It was his and he slid his tounge along
them, slowly.

He didn't stop thrusting himself into her, claiming her for his
own. Owning her. Engulfing her in his all-encompassing passion.

Driving his meat in again and again. Licking hungrily at her
breasts. Making pleasure override her senses and flee reality.
She bucked as the orgasm hit.

Limply, she fell down on her knees and swallowed a goup of
yellow. Oh no! She pushed with her arms. She had to get back up.
She could barely stand, but she pushed and pushed and managed to
grabb the tube. She pulled hard, making it come down further.

Tara pushed the thing into her mouth. Finally she could breath.
Pleasently surprised, she felt the thing with her tounge to
confirm it's shape. She took a big breath and looked at it from
the outside.

It did look like a penis, she hadn't been mistaken. Curious, she
put it back in her mouth. She looked up at where it was attached
and noted that, yes it was at the end of a hose. After a bit of
tugging, she found she could lie at the bottom of the cylinder
and still have it in her mouth and just as able to breath.

She smiled. Maybe it was possible to sleep in this thing. Well,
just as soon as she took the edge of that burning sensation in
her bush. Smilingly, she brought her hands down to her slit
again. This time, she thought, I'll imagine a long one.

Tara masturbated the rest of the night. In fact when the
professor returned, she was still going strong. She had in no way
managed to remove any 'edge'.

"Why hello. Imagine Gina," he turned to the Minotaura. "The
great, great, great grand-daughter of Linda McKenzie stuck here
mindles--" Gina tapped his shoulder. "Yes? Oh! Niece, whatever."
He tapped the cylinder, looking appreciatively at Tara.

Tara looked up, half-dazed. Morning already? But I haven't even
started. She thought frustrated.

"Hello pet." The proffessor leered.

For a moment, the briefest of moments, she imagined him naked and
ramming his cock into her. Then she caught ahold of the fact that
he had a straight view of her hands at work. She eeped and sat up
straight. Not that it was a great improvement, she was still
naked and she was still horny.

"I understand. You have this itch you need to sratch no?"

Tara blushed and crossed her legs, trying to hide her abused sex.

"It would be cruel to keep you in there, so I'll just open the
door." He pressed a button on the pedestal and the backhalf of
the cylinder swung open, letting the yellow liquid flow out rush
out into the waiting grates on the floor.

Tara bounced out and ran straight at him. "Gina." The Minotaura
grabbed her by her ears. Oh, she thought distractedly, Bunny.

"You are much to strong for me my dear. You have to go in a
harness first. Gina!" Gina nodded and dragged her away from the
professor.

Tara found herself slammed into a harness. A wheel-type
construct. Metal braces fastened over her feet and arms so she
couldn't move. "Please!" She asked the Minotaura. "Fuck me."

She was pleading to deaf ears. The Minotaura didn't even pretend
to listen. She took out a huge buttplug and forced it inside
Tara. A sixteen inch dildo soon followed, strapped to the harness
Tara was in. After turning both of them on, the Minotaura left.

Tara quickly got frustrated. She had thought that this would have
been just what she needed. Two toys to help her 'get the edge
off'. But they weren't helping, the were making matters worse.
Their eternal vibrating kept her at a level just short of orgasm,
but never reaching it. No matter how she twisted or turned or
cried out for help. The frustration was building inside her, and
quickly drove her past any sense of 'self' that she had ever had.

To Tara, an eternity ran by. To the world, merely a couple of
days.

At some point, the professor was in front of her. Making
observations. "Pupils dilated. Good. Voice pattern is..." He held
her head up and listened to her faint voice. "Stuck on Pokebreeds
name. Good." He slid a hand across her slit eliciting a moan from
her. "Wet. My dear, I think you're ready."

He dropped his trousers, pulled out the long dildo and shoved his
own member inside her. "BUUUUUUNNNNNNNNYYYYYYY!"
The Bunnys body arched with streams of electric pleasure. Then she
went limp.

"Ah, she is ready." He unclasped her from the harness, letting
her fall to the floor, and pulled up his trousers. "I think room
13 will be good. I hope you aren't heavy." Just as he was about
to reach down, her eyes opened and she lunged for him.

Both tumbled over on the ground and she tore his clothes off.
"What are you- GINA!" The bunny kissed him fiercely and drove his
rod into her over and over and over and...

However much the professor tried to move out of the way, she
would not let up. His face was turning blue as he had trouble
getting air. That is, until his shocked brain remembered that he
had a nose and could breath through that.

After a getting a some air into his lounges, he began to think
more clearly. All in all, he thought to himself. It wasn't all
that bad. After the bunny cummed a few times she'd be weaker. At
least for a little while. All he would need to watch out for was
to treat his penisburn that he was sure to get.

*splurt*

She desperately searched with her groin. Something had been
there. Something that helped her pain. It wasn't there anymore,
she almost cried from the loss. It needed to be replaced soon!

A window lured invinvitingly twenty feet up. She jumped to it in
one bound, then she was out. "GINA! AFTER THAT BUNNY!"

The bunny jumped around madly, there was lots of green stuff
around her. Female things too. They were no good, no yummy thing
to help. She needed to get to a MALE something. She knew that
deep within her.

She ran until it was dark and cool, then until it was hot again.
For a long time she ran. Then suddenly, she felt it. There was a
dick nearby. A strong smelling one.

With a vice-like gripp, she grabbed the dirt under her, tearing
up a long trench. The 'thing' might flee from her if she went at
it too quickly, like the last on dissappeared. It wouldn't be
good if that happened. Nervously she took small bounds into the
bush beside a clearing with a tent. From the tent one could hear
loud noises.

Satisfied that she could creep up on the tent as long as those
noised covered her, she moved in. Slowly, painfully slow for her
deep pain, she jumped closer. One step, then two, then she ran
until she was just beside the opening.

She gulped to herself, it was now or never, at the moment that
the noises stopped she could jump inside. She didn't know how she
knew, she just knew.

The noise got higher and higher in intervals, then it stopped and
someone breathed out. In a flash she ripped up an oppening in the
tent and jumped inside. A dick and some redhaired pokewoman were
tangled up around each other. She mewled, SHE needed that dick.

By chance, she tripped over a pokeball as she walked closer. It
rolled around and activated. Hitting the red-haired one and
making her dissappear. Nothing else was needed. The dick was
HERS!

"BUNNNNYYYYY!"

She pounced.

He was just like she'd imagined him... one of those times.
Gentle, but not too much so. Nice, but not meek. Cuddly, but
still interested in pure fucking. The best of all, his cock would
not go down. It took her an hour to get down to a level where she
actually could think about what she was doing.

Where am I? Tara thought as she bounced on top of him. What am I
doing? Was the next thought. She worked out both fairly quickly
when she saw his face. Oh Gods! She thought, he must have
mistaken me for one of his own. Not, she continued in her head,
that I'd really leave him. If he can keep up with me for as long
as I think he has, he's worth keeping.

It took her another hour before she could force herself to
stop. When she scooted off of him, she felt a stirring in her
stomach. A flu? The tingling grew quickly, spreading over her
entire body. She saw the tent light up from the inside as she
went through a new transformation. "Huh?" The guy blinked as the
glow left her. When she before had been a shady yellow she was now
pitch black, her ears and most of her body. Except for the upper
part of her breasts up to the tip of her ears, her hands and her
feet, those parts were chalk-white.

Tara blushed and tugged at the cuffs that had appeared on her
wrists from nowhere. I want to thank you, she had thought out a
speech while riding him. It seemed a good thing to do as she
seemed capable of doing it while she was doing him. I want to
thank you and I'd like to be yours, please? Then, she'd add
almost as an afterthought, I'll have to quit my job.

She hesitated when he picked up a pokeball. "Play." She blinked.
That was me? "BUNNY! Playhh-buuuh-huh-nnnyy!" She sobbed.
She had gone all the way, she couldn't even thank him for his help.
Being mute would have been better than this.

Suddenly a Bunny appeared in her arms, slightly smaller than she
had been, but much the same color. "Bunny?" She asked glad that
she could say that word at least. The girl grinned and hugged
her. "Yummy!"

"Bunny, Play?" Tara grinned to herself. She'd grow out of this,
not speaking words soon, until then she'd get the outmost usage
out of those three little words. As she whent down on the little
Bunny, the guy looked on puzzled.

"Huh? I guess my harems up to four now. I wonder how that
happened?" He shrugged and tried unsuccesfully to join the two.
When he realized how useless it was, he went for one of his other
pokegirls to tame them.

After they were all finished and Tara lay with her tamer and the
other girls in a huddle, she cursed her great great great
grandaunt again. If Linda McKenzie hadn't lived, she wouldn't
have been turned into a pokewoman. She would have spent her years
as she wanted, without a guy looking over her shoulder. Without
sex, without... Tara stopped.

She hugged each pokegirl again and crept further into the huddle.
With one thought running pleasently through her mind.

Thank the Gods for Sukebe!

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BUNNYGIRL, the ditzy pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: none
Frequency: common
Diet: vegetarian
Role: typically used in industries where high intelligence or
strength is not required such as food preparation.
Libido: High (Extreme)
Strong Vs: none
Weak Vs: Dog types, Bird types
Attacks: Tackle, Kick, Leap
Enhancements: Speed, Enhanced Hearing, Retarded Aging, Luck
Factor
Evolves: Beach Bunny (water stone), PlayBunny (evolves during
orgasm - rare), MoonBunny (moonstone), March Hare (rare, mechanism
unknown), Ingenue (evolves during stress)
Bunnygirls are fun loving, friendly, pokegirls with a scant
attention span and respond well to friendly affectionate Masters.
They are popular with college students, high school boys, and
certain groups. On finding a Master who actually responds well to
affection, their libido tends to get a bit higher with a
corresponding drop in attention span.
The Bunnygirl is one of the more common types of pokegirl
in the general market. Due to their lack of fighting potential,
they are generally not found among a Tamer's harem. The typical
Bunnygirl is the sole pokegirl of an owner who needs someone who
can be trained to basic proficiency in a single set of skills -
often Cooking or Domestic. There are even fan groups and
enthusiasts such as exist for Kittens, Titmice, and Mermaids.

PLAYBUNNY, the overly affectionate pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: none
Frequency: rare
Diet: vegetarian
Role: typically kept by harem masters for reasons unknown. (To
public)
Libido: Extreme
Strong Vs: Bunnies and Mouse types
Weak Vs: Dog types, Bird types
Attacks: Tackle, Kick, Leap, Lust, Enhance, Minimize
Enhancements: Speed, Enhanced Hearing, Retarded Aging, Luck
Factor
Evolves: Ingenue (mechanism unkown, rare)
Evolves from: Bunny (evolves during orgasm)
Bunnygirls are fun loving, friendly, pokegirls with a scant
attention span and respond well to friendly affectionate Masters.
Playbunnys are fun loving, affectionate and have an amazingly
high attention span. As long as the focus is physical and
hopefully, naked bodies. Considered dangerous because of their
great lasciviousness. Their greatest advancements over the Bunny
are the two attacks Enhance and Minimize, wich enhances or
decreasess any specific trait of a person briefly. In matches,
their opponent will get exhausted faster and their fellow
pokewomen endure longer.
The Playbunny can most often be found with a harem master.
As they quite often are one of the few reasons that the harem
master is able to survive. These don't have as many enthusiasts
because they are so very rare. But with keeping them, comes
prestige and often other pokegirls.

Minotaura, the strong cow pokegirl
Type: Animorph
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Very Uncommon (Crimson League)
Diet: Vegetarian
Role: Construction
Libido: Low to Average
Strong Vs: Normal, Rock, Non-elemental
Weak Vs: Elemental Attacks, Wind
Attacks: Headbutt, Ki Blast, Stomp, Seismic Toss
Enhancements: Strength X 4, Endurance X 3
Evolves: None
The Minotaura look very much like a Milktit. The
differences being that the Minotaura does not have a required
milking cycle and are usually six feet tall. The Minotaura,
however, also have tremendous strength. It's said that two
Minotaura could have created the Pyramids of the pre-Sukebe
world. As such, no tamer is safe taming a Minotaura without
proper restraints or two Amachamps holding the Minotaura down.
The Minotaura has a pair of horns which normally appeared
like two tiny cones on it's head, but when the Minotaurs choses,
they can extend and shape their horns up to two feet in length,
though many Minotaura complain of headaches if they extend their
horns beyond a foot in length.

MILKTIT, the cowgirl
TYPE: Animorph, Semihuman

ELEMENT: Normal
FREQUENCY: Uncommon (Johto) to Rare
DIET: Herbivore, can digest almost any plant material
ROLE: milk producer
LIBIDO: High
STRONG VS: None
WEAK VS: Fire
ATTACKS: Rollout, Warm Milk, Busting Out, Cream, Butter Up
ENHANCEMENTS: High elastin levels, skin recovers quickly, slight
animalistic features. Breasts can produce up to 45 gallons per
day of milk, internal glands can alter the milk to a soporific, a
sedative, a hormonally affecting drug, or a hypnotic.
This pokegirl produces extremely nutritious milk that can
triple the healing rate of injured pokegirls. Her diet is
strictly vegetarian, but she can digest almost any vegetable
matter. Milktit's breasts swell over the course of the day with
milk, requiring frequent milking in order to not be immobilized
by the size of her breasts.