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Harry Potter and the Tamer’s Challenge 2

By Big D

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Hermione let out a cute little snore and snuggled deeper into my side, her small
slender body molding itself against mine, trying to draw as much warmth from me
as it could while she slept. Her right arm was draped across my chest and her head
lay nestled against my shoulder, using it as a makeshift pillow. Idly, I stroked her
soft bare back with one hand and she clutched at me even more firmly, one leg
draping itself over mine as she held me to her.

It had been nine whole months since I’d found myself stranded in this odd new
world, but it seemed like I would never get used to the idea that I was really laying
in bed with Hermione Granger, or that only a little while ago I had been shagging
her brains out.

Or rather, ”taming” her.

The whole idea of it was far too insane to be real, so I tried not to focus on the
improbability of it all and kept my mind firmly on the things that I could actually
control. I desperately needed to get some rest, but in spite of my recent exertions,
was too keyed up to fall asleep. In just a few hours, the sun would rise and I would
be getting ready for my Hogtits graduation exercise.

The test was simple enough on the face of it. Enter into the Forbidden Forest and
capture a single Feral pokegirl. Shouldn’t be much of a problem, right? After all,
the bloody place was crawling with the damn things. Never mind that the vast
majority of them were Feralborns powerful enough to give an entire squad of hit
wizards all they could handle, and most of them hated humans with a passion. The
test was just as much about survival as it was success, and it wasn’t unusual at all
for students to simply vanish during it, most likely having met a grisly end inside
the bellies of a pack of deceptively beautiful feminine monsters.

And I was planning to do all of this with only the aid of one narcoleptic pokegirl
without a single offensive maneuver to her name. Which just goes to show why I
wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw.

Of course, I was hardly as helpless as all that. My own magic should be sufficient
to the task of getting us out alive, and would give me a fighting chance against any
but the most powerful girls, or the very few who were naturally resistant to magic.

Besides, Hermione’s lack of firepower certainly wasn’t her fault. Ever since I had
set my timetable for leaving Hogtits, she had become borderline obsessed with
evolving from an extremely limited A-Bra, into her next form, the far more
formidable Ka-D-Bra. Once we managed that, she would lose her heavy sleep
requirements and gain an impressive range of telepathic and telekinetic powers, as
well as a massive boost to her IQ.

Maybe I was just projecting my own thoughts onto her, but I couldn’t help but
think that the increase in bust size she could expect was also a powerful motivating
factor. Breast size tended to be something of a status symbol among pokegirls, and
while I didn’t think that she would ever admit to it, she did tend to walk rather
straight-backed when we were in public, and she had once mentioned, almost
apologetically, that she had actually been more buxom before undergoing
Threshold than she was now.

I sighed. Even after all the time I’d spent here, concepts like Threshold and
pokegirl evolution were things that I was only beginning to understand. Threshold
was when a girl was born and raised human, but possessed enough pokegirl genes
that she herself later transformed into one, usually around her mid-teens. When
that happened, the standard operating procedure was for the girl’s family to send
her off to a licensed Breeder, although it wasn’t unheard of (or, I found to my
shock, even very much frowned upon) for parents to simply sell their daughters off
to the next Tamer who happened to wander by, never to see her again.

Hermione at least hadn’t been sold off like cattle, but she had been sent to Hogtits
only a couple of weeks before I’d arrived. At one time, she had been planning to
go into pokegirl research herself, and had even entertained thoughts of becoming a
Watcher, but all that had changed the morning she woke up to find herself as an A-Bra.

It had been something of a shock for her, given that she had been born to fully
human parents, but not totally unexpected, due to the fact that there were so few
people left in this world who didn’t carry at least a few pokegirl genes in their
blood.

She claimed to have adjusted to her new circumstances, but who knew if that was
true. Having your genetic code rewritten overnight and going from a free member
of society to a piece of property had to leave all kinds of scars, however well
hidden. If I had to judge, I’d say that she was trying to deal with those scars by
burying herself in her new life, hence her impatience to evolve in order to serve me
better. I always felt a pang of guilt when I thought about it that way, of her serving
me, of me owning her, but there really wasn’t much that I could do about it.

Musing over Hermione’s past eventually led me to thoughts of my own. Not of the
time before the stranger had brought me here, but of just after, when I’d first met
this version of Hermione. I could still remember my utter shock at seeing her here,
enough that I’d hardly noticed her leading me out of the pokecenter and showing
me to my room. Shock had been quickly replaced by confusion, particularly when
she sat me down on the bed and tried to explain what a Tamer was...

(Nine Months Earlier)

“So... what exactly is it I have to do?” I asked.

Hermione frowned and stared at me like she wasn’t quite sure what planet I was
from. Which, from a certain perspective, wasn’t all that strange a question. “You
need to tame me,” she said in a quiet, rather confused voice. “I’d prefer if you did
it now, while I’m still awake. I’m not sure if it would take properly if I was
asleep.”

I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck uncomfortably. “Well, see, I get that I’m
supposed to tame you... it’s just... what exactly am I supposed to do?” I asked
again, cringing slightly in embarrassment at having to ask a question that I was
sure any three-year-old in this world should know the answer to. “What I mean to
say is, how do I tame you?”

Her frown slowly morphed into an expression that was somewhere between
horrified and amazed. It was hard to tell exactly what was going on behind those
big brown eyes, but I was pretty certain that it had something to do with me being
the world’s largest walking dipshit.

“Is this some kind of test?” she asked doubtfully.

I snapped my fingers. “That’s exactly what it is. Let me put it like this: taming
equals...” and pointed at her to finish the sentence.

“Sex,” she said simply.

I felt my jaw drop. “Come again?”

“Exactly.”

“Okay... wasn’t expecting that,” I muttered to myself, the double-entendre soaring
well over my throughly befuddled head.

“If you don’t mind me asking... Master, what part of the League are you from?”
Her antennae had stopped waving about and seemed to orient on me.

Had she just called me Master?! Hermione?! “Uh... Surrey?” I said lamely. If
possible, her face grew even more confused, and she mouthed the word to herself,
as if trying it out for the first time, which she very likely was.

I cursed under my breath. Okay, this obviously wasn’t going to work. Time to
change tactics. The stranger had said to do what came naturally, and while I really
didn’t want to tell anyone at all about the fact that I was from another dimension,
what came most naturally for me was to be truthful with Hermione. She had been
my best friend for years now, and I had never purposely hidden anything from her.
(Except for the prophecy, but that was another story.) Admittedly, this wasn’t
exactly the Hermione I knew, what with the micro-miniskirt, the antennae, and the
yellow skin and all (never mind the “Master” bit), but it was as close as I was
going to get, in the here and now.

“Do you know anything about parallel dimensions?” I began.

Luckily, this Hermione wasn’t really all that different from my own. It quickly
became obvious that she was possessed of the same keen intellect and thirst for
knowledge as the one I knew. As I told my story, I could literally see the gears
turning over in her mind as she began to assimilate what I was telling her, and it
didn’t take long before she was stopping me to ask questions, quick concise
questions that told me she was already building up a hypothesis as to exactly what
had happened to me. Oddly enough, she never once questioned if what I was
telling her was true, she just seemed to accept it at face value.

“So you come from a world where there are no pokegirls, just full-blooded humans,
right?” she asked when I was finished. I nodded. “But some of those humans can
use magic?” I nodded again. She paused for a moment, mulling it over. “Have
you ever heard of a man called Sukebe?”

“Sukebe?” I shook my head. “Doesn’t sound familiar,” I told her.

That’s when she told me the story of a man who made Voldemort and his lackeys
look about as dangerous as a litter of newborn kittens. Apparently, this Sukebe
had been brilliant American scientist who, about three hundred years previously,
had unleashed a hellish nightmare on an unsuspecting and unprepared world. Up
until now, I had simply assumed that pokegirls were native to this version of Earth,
but Hermione explained to me that Sukebe had first created them in his laboratory
by a still-unknown method of recombining and enhancing female DNA to
artificially create new and more powerful species.

The original pokegirls had been relatively simple human/animal hybrids,
animorphs, who had served as Sukebe’s lab assistants, and by all accounts as his
sex slaves. When this was finally uncovered, his lab was raided and destroyed by
the American military, and the original pokegirls executed on the spot as
abominations against God and science both. The man himself was believed to have
been killed in the attack, but no body was ever found.

A couple of years later, Sukebe returned from the dead in spectacular fashion.

During his self-imposed exile he had been hard at work planning his revenge on
the human race, and what a revenge it was. He had created four beings of
awesome, god-like power, who quickly came to be known as the first “Legendary”
pokegirls, the building-sized Titans. Dubbed Storm Gail, Mountain Tide, Infernus,
and Typhonna, they quickly went about, not just shattering human civilization, but
quite literally reshaping the face of the planet. The seas rose and mountains fell at
their commands, and within a matter of months, great hunks of existing
landmasses, entire nations, had been gouged off the map, leaving a world almost
unrecognizable from what had existed before.

Added to this were Sukebe’s so-called “Legions of Terror”, thousands upon
thousands of new, smaller, but still very powerful pokegirls who served as his
personal army, attacking and destroying towns cities, then engaging what was left
of the world’s standing armies and thoroughly routing them.

Humanity did attempt to fight back, with mixed results. Typhonna was attacked
using nuclear weapons, but she simply shrugged them off and lashed out with a
renewed fury, even to the point of turning on her sister Legendaries, killing off
Mountain Tide, Storm Gail, and Infernus before turning her terrible attention on
North America, which she all but ripped in half before disappearing herself, to
where no one knows. Sukebe himself was eventually tracked down to one of his
many hidden laboratories and killed in a missile attack, but not before releasing a
bio-engineered pandemic called the Bloody Flu, which was later determined to
cause sterility in almost all human women.

The Chinese government (one of the last of the old nation-states still standing)
tried using biological weapons in return, creating a so-called “Monster Flu”, which
was intended to eradicate all pokegirls, but only managed to affect a few scattered
species. However, the disease soon mutated into the Red Plague, which infected
humans exclusively and boasted a ninety-two percent fatality rate. It burned
through what was left of the human race with astonishing speed, reducing a
worldwide population of billions to a scant few hundred million in less than a
decade.

After losing his original Titans, Sukebe had created a second generation of
Legendary pokegirls, smaller and moderately less powerful, but more numerous,
and far more intelligent. These new Legendaries continued the war after his death,
but were ultimately defeated by two important factors that they could not have
foreseen.

One was the new weapons and tactics that humanity had developed through years
of trial and error, including the great warship Langoud, who’s main particle
cannon proved powerful enough to kill even a Legendary.

The second was a fatal flaw that Sukebe himself had built into his pokegirls. He
had originally designed them to be sex-slaves, and sex-slaves they remained,
meaning that their wills could be dominated through sexual contact with a human.
In fact, going without sex, be it with a human or another pokegirl, for any length of
time would cause a pokegirl to descend into a Feral state, in which the girl’s
human intelligence became suppressed and her base instincts took over, in most
cases turning her into little more than a wild animal. Once that happened, the only
way to cure it was to be tamed sexually by a human.

Once this became common knowledge, the war began to turn in the favor of the
surviving homo sapiens. A new kind of soldier arose, the Tamers, who captured
Feral pokegirls and used them against the Legions of Terror, many of whom were
captured and tamed into submission themselves. The war finally ended after the
Langoud was used to kill two of the second generation Legendaries, forcing the
others into hiding.

The world that was left behind after Sukebe’s Revenge was vastly different than
the one that had existed only a decade before. Not only had humanity itself been
pushed to the very brink of extinction, but nearly all of the preexisting animal, bird,
and fish species had been wiped out, replaced by rapidly spreading Feralborn
pokegirl equivalents, against whom they simply couldn’t compete.

The powerful nation-states of the old world were long gone, their leaders and
armies dead, their cities ground into dust, and power had shifted into the hands of
the Tamers, who eventually reordered society into the Leagues, a group of loosely
affiliated territories who’s main function was to control the use of pokegirls and
protect the slowly rebuilding settlements from attack by Feralborns. Much of the
Pre-Sukebe technology had been cast aside or outlawed altogether, many people
holding it in contempt as the perceived cause of the Revenge War, to be replaced
by pokegirl labor or other green alternatives.

Hermione finished her lecture and sat there quietly looking at me, waiting for a
response. I tried to let her story sink in, but the sheer scale of it all was mind-boggling. An entire world, all but annihilated by the hatred of a single man. The
geography and ecology of the planet remade, simply because one man had wanted
to punish those who had wronged him. It was going to take me a long time to
finally wrap my mind around the idea of such a thing.

I had seen evil men and women before. My parents had been killed by one. My
Godfather had been murdered in cold blood by a member of his own family right in
front of my eyes. I had been raised by people who held me in contempt for no
reason other than the magical blood in my veins. I had seen the eyes of those who
would pervert justice and damn the innocent for sake of their own power and glory,
but I was certain that none of them, not even the Dark Lord of Magic himself, was
capable of destruction on a truly global scale.

This man Sukebe had done all of that, and frankly, it scared the hell out of me. For
the first time in my life, I found that I was actually frightened of someone, never
mind that he was already long dead.

I shook my head and tried to refocus on the matter at hand. “I appreciate you
explaining all of that to me, but what does any of it have to do with how I got
here?” I asked Hermione.

She frowned and chewed her bottom lip for a moment, something I had seen her do
a hundred times on my world. It usually meant that she was about to try and
dumb-down a lesson for me so that I could understand it better.

“Because some people believe that Sukebe himself had the ability to travel to other
dimensions,” she told me. “A few of the records recovered from his labs indicate
that his power really came from technology stolen from other worlds, and not
anything that he had actually invented himself.”

She stood up and began pacing the room, now in full-on professor mode.
Normally, it would have been mildly amusing, but that skirt just made it
distracting. Every time she spun around, it would flare out slightly, giving me an
all-too brief glimpse of small white cotton knickers, and making it that much
harder to pay any attention to what she was saying.

“It actually makes a lot more sense than the idea of him creating the thousands of
new sciences that would have been required to pull off his Revenge,” she
continued. “Not to mention how he was able to harness the power of magic, which
by everything I’ve ever read, didn’t even exist on this world before he introduced
it.”

I considered rasing my hand to be called on, but dismissed the idea. “But you told
me that he was already dead, that he had been killed during the war. And even if
he hadn’t been, that was over three hundred years ago. He couldn’t possibly be
alive now, right? Bloody hell, even wizards don’t live that long.”

She bestowed an indulgent smile on me, and I couldn’t help but notice how
straight and perfect her teeth were. “Wizards might not live that long, but certain
pokegirls can. And even some Blood-Gifted human males, like Professor
Fondlemore, can live for centuries. And if Sukebe knew how to make his
Legendaries all but immortal, it stands to reason that he could have done it for
himself.”

“So you think that he might still be alive?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “If he were still alive then we probably would have heard
from him by now. Besides, I didn’t say that Sukebe himself brought you here, but
it is possible that someone else has discovered his secret and is using it for their
own gain, and that same someone is using you as a part of that plan.”

I thought about it for a moment. “So if we can figure out exactly why that person
wanted me here, then we might be closer to understanding who they are, and how I
can get home.”

Hermione flashed me a proud smile. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

“Surprised that I’m keeping up with you?” I grinned back at her. Despite the odd
circumstances, things were beginning to look up. Everything else in this world
might be different, but Hermione was still Hermione, and together we would find
the bad guys and kick their asses, just as we always had before.

Then she said something that shattered the illusion of normalcy.

“Harry...” she trailed off and licked her lips nervously. “I... I still need to be tamed.
And it won’t be very long before I have to go back to sleep.” Her face twisted in
annoyance at that. “I can understand if you need some time to digest... well,
everything, but it’s been nearly a month since I underwent Threshold, and I still
haven’t been tamed by a man yet.” She grimaced again. “I’m not sure how much
longer I can go without feeling the effects.”

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment and my gaze drifted down towards the
floor. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to help her, it wasn’t even that I didn’t find her
absurdly, mind-numbingly attractive. It was just... I mumbled something that
barely even reached my own ears.

Her eyebrows bunched together. “I’m sorry, Harry, I couldn’t hear you. What did
you say?”

I couldn’t quite make myself look up at her. “I said that I’ve never... you know...
done that before.”

I felt the bed move next to me as she sat down. My hands were in my lap, and she
reached over to give them a warm squeeze. “Then we’re both in the same boat,
aren’t we?” she said softly.

I didn’t respond. “Harry, look at me,” she said.

I glanced up and saw her giving me a tender, understanding look. She really was
beautiful, more so than I had ever realized before. Or maybe I just hadn’t let
myself see it. Real friends had been so few and far between for me, even after
coming to Hogwarts, that I had never wanted to take the chance of wrecking one of
the few good things in my life, whatever my hormones were barking at me. She
reached out and touched my face, tracing her fingers across my forehead and down
my chin.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” she said. A warm little smile crossed her
features and she flushed slightly herself. “It’s pretty much impossible for a
pokegirl to not enjoy herself during a taming, and I’ve read that the same thing is
true for most Tamers.”

Never breaking eye contact, she leaned in close and gently pressed her lips against
mine, her hand trailing down the side of my neck to my chest. Lightly, she pushed
me onto my back and straddled my stomach, bending down to give me another
soothing kiss that I clumsily tried to return. I felt her hands slip under my shirt and
glide across my stomach for a moment before she seized the hem and pulled it up
and off of me, exposing me from the waist up. Long bushy hair fanned out along
my chest and abdomen as she began to kiss and nibble at the bare skin there,
scooting her hips back until her mouth was just above my belt buckle. The warm,
torturous friction of her pelvis sliding down past my aching hard-on was almost
enough to finish me off right then and there, but I just barely held myself in check.

Hermione sat back on my hips and loosened the knot that held the bottom edge of
her blouse closed, then slipped the garment off her shoulders. Her breasts were
tiny, unremarkable lumps on her chest, but she still presented an alluring and
altogether womanly picture, and I was in no mood to complain. I slid my hands up
the soft, tender skin of her thighs, under her brief skirt, then blinked as I realized
that the air trapped inside had gone warm and damp with her arousal.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” she murmured, blushing again. “And
since I’m a telepath, I can feel you up here.” She indicated her head. “It’s kind of
like a feedback loop, making me randy as a Tigress in heat.”

Something clicked. “That’s why you never questioned what I was telling you,” I
said. “You could sense that I was telling the truth.”

She nodded, but seemed far more interested in pulling at the loop of my belt than
explaining. “Besides, what kind of idiot would make up a story like that?” she
mused, having moved on to my zipper. Striping me of my denims, she tossed them
off into a corner and knelt down between my spread legs.

A ragged moan made its way out of my throat as I felt small, soft hands wrap
around my shaft, and I clutched at the bedsheets to keep from cumming right then.
My eyes were closed, but I could feel Hermione working one palm around my
glans, gathering up the slick pre-cum there and spreading it all the way down my
prick, lubing it up for her massaging hands.

“You’re bigger than I thought you’d be,” she said, her voice breathier and more
husky than it had been a few minutes before. She was able to fit both hands
together on my cock and slowly worked them up and down, pausing once or twice
just as I felt myself approaching the point of no return again. It occurred to me that
she could probably sense my rising passion, and knew exactly when to back off.

“I’ve read about it,” she continued quietly, as much to herself as to me, “About
how to please a Tamer, but the books can’t explain what it actually feels like.”

I ventured a glance down at her. There was real passion in her eyes, but something
about the set of her jaw and the way her hands slowly, methodically worked their
way around my erection told me that she was also taking the opportunity to learn as
much as she could about what she was doing, just as she would with anything else
new. Right now, I couldn’t care less if she wanted to dissect me and pickle my
brain, so long as she finished what she was doing first.

She must have sensed some of what I was thinking. “They do say that it’s best for
you to finish quickly the first time, and then complete the taming after you’ve
recovered.” she said absently, staring at my manhood like it was a puzzle she was
determined to solve.

Sliding over so that she straddled my right leg, she griped me with both hands
around the base and lowered her head down to my member. I was treated to the
spellbinding sight of her small pink tongue poking out to lap at the little slit on the
head of my penis, then roll its way around the purplish knob, leaving a shiny trail
of saliva in its wake. I reached out to run my fingers through her great mane of
brown hair as she kissed her way down the underside of my pole and she made a
sound of approval deep in her throat. Her hips began to move of their own accord,
dragging her hot, slick sex along the top of my leg and she made another happy
little noise when she hit the bump of my knee. It was by far the sexiest thing I had
ever seen in my life.

I reassessed that statement a moment later as I watched her soft pink lips stretch
around my manhood, then lost the mental capacity to do anything more difficult
than clench and unclench my fingers around great fistfuls of thick brown hair as
she began bob her head, slowly building speed as the seconds ticked by. The feel
of her warm, moist mouth moving up and down along my shaft was the most
impossibly perfect sensation I had ever felt, and only the sheer novelty of it kept me
distracted long enough to hold back for more than a couple of seconds. Even so,
once she brought her tongue into play, swabbing around the sensitive underside of
my penis and the sweet spot where the head and the shaft came together, I was lost.
Dimly, I heard myself cry out as my whole body seemed to spasm and shake in time
with the torrent of ecstacy that swept through me, leaving me shuttering and
gasping for breath.

Hermione’s eyes widened when she felt me explode inside her mouth, but she
quickly focused on the task of milking every drop out of me. One of her hands
pumped up and down on the bottom of my shaft and I could see her cheeks caving
in as she fought to swallow it all. It was a heroic effort, as I’d been walking around
with a hard-on for most of the last couple of hours and had quite a wad built up,
but she managed it nicely.

My head thudded back against the pillow as the waves of pleasure began to ebb
away, and I luxuriated in the feeling of Hermione’s soft, eager tongue attending to
the task of cleaning me off, while at the same time she continued to hump her hot
little quim across my kneecap. Something about that seemed sexy beyond belief,
and the quiet little moans of pleasure she was making only enhanced that feeling.

Lovingly, I stroked her hair. She seemed to enjoy that, moaning again and
clamping her thighs around my leg. She licked her way up to the top of my shaft
again, then suckled on the head for a few more seconds, making sure she hadn’t
missed any. Her task finished, she crawled up to lay on my chest, our sweat-slick
torsos sliding against each other. She tucked her head under my chin and made a
sound of contentment. I wrapped my arms around and held her to me. It was the
closest I had ever felt to anyone in my life, and that was almost as good as the act
itself had been.

“Thank you,” I said to her softly, kissing the top of her head. “That was amazing.”

I could feel her smile against my chest. “Anytime,” she whispered.

It suddenly occurred to me that that was a very real offer. Hermione... this
Hermione, was in every possible sense of the word, a sex slave. And my personal
sex slave at that, subservient to my every whim and desire. Maybe that prospect
should have thrilled me, but the reality of it scared me a little. I had never been
responsible for anyone other than myself before, and the idea of actually owning
another person, much less my best friend, was about the most daunting thing I
could ever imagine.

After a few moments of careful reflection, I decided that the only thing to do was to
treat her as well as I possibly could and hope for the best. After all, just because I
could abuse my power didn’t mean that I had to. And that went for any other
pokegirls that I might obtain here as well. If fate had decided that it was my lot in
life to become a Tamer, then so be it. But it wasn’t going to change who I was.

Hermione lifted her head from my chest and stared at me intently. She had an
pleased look on her face and her lips had turned up in a wide, happy smile. That
telepathy was going to take a little getting used to. She leaned in to kiss me again,
little pecks that flitted all over my face.

I laughed and rolled her over so that I was on top, then began to do the same to her,
first kissing all over her face, then working my way down to her neck and
collarbone. Her hands stroked my back and shoulders as I made my way to her
chest, licking around her small areola, then taking the entire thing in my mouth
and teasing it with my tongue. She gasped and held my head to her breast,
encouraging me to continue.

My right hand caressed her other breast for a moment, then slowly made its way
down across the flat plain of her belly to the waistband of her skirt, slipping inside
and cupping her mound. She squealed and lifted her hips off the mattress,
grinding herself into the palm of my hand. Her knickers were completely soaked
and she was giving off heat like a furnace. I rubbed my fingers down the throbbing
cleft of her vagina on the outside of her panties and she bucked again, howling like
I had stabbed her. I began to realize that she had been telling me the truth before
when she said that it was almost impossible for me to do anything that she
wouldn’t like.

Moving the strip of fabric to one side, I gently pushed two fingers inside of her,
teasing her clit with my thumb, which set her off all over again. She whined and
clutched at me as I eased my fingers in and out of her tight, steaming hot core.
Rising up, I pulled off her skirt and knickers, then knelt between her wide open
legs and teased her opening with the tip of my penis.

Hermione lay spread out before me, completely nude, golden skin shimmering with
a light sheen of sweat and her hair mussed in the most adorable manner possible. I
took a second to admire the view before placing myself at her entrance and pushing
my hips forward. For a embarrassed moment, I wondered if I was pushing at the
wrong place, as it didn’t seem like I was making very much progress, but that had
more to do with Hermione’s crushing tightness than my aim.

I wasn’t exactly endowed like a porn star, but I had been in enough communal
showers after Quidditch games to know that I was better off than most boys my
age. That, combined with the fact that she was both a virgin and rather small in
general was making for somewhat rough sledding. A little more effort saw my
head pop inside, which made the rest of the struggle both much easier and far more
pleasurable.

Nothing could have quite prepared me for the sensation of sheathing myself inside
that wet, broiling hot, viselike tunnel. It was far, far more intense than simply
being held in her mouth, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. Hermione’s
inner muscles rippled up and down my length with an almost unnatural strength
and the girl herself seemed nearly insensible, shaking and thrusting herself against
me in her pleasure.

I settled into a gentle, steady rhythm, easing myself down on top of her and kissing
her again. She moaned against my lips every time I bottomed out in her and her
legs wrapped around my lower back, urging me even deeper. Her arms slid around
my neck and her moans gradually shifted into throaty yells that sent shivers down
my spine.

She screamed and I felt her clamp down on me a split second before I was
overcome by my own orgasm. I rolled us over again and we rode out our climaxes
together, with Hermione on top so I wouldn’t crush her. She collapsed on my
chest, the two of us still joined, and let out a little whimper of satisfaction.

After a moment, her breathing evened out and the whimpers shifted into light
snores. For some reason, I found that vaguely insulting, but chalked it up to her
pokegirl nature.

For almost an hour I lay there, just trying to soak it all in. Not the dramatic change
my life had undergone in just a few short hours, but the feeling of holding a
beautiful girl in my arms. I couldn’t help but smile a little. It seemed that for once
there was going to be a little good fortune to go along with my usual phenomenally
bad luck. I hugged Hermione a little closer and placed a soft kiss on her temple
before settling in for a nap myself.

“You know,” I whispered to my sleeping pokegirl, “All things considered, I think
I’m going to enjoy this.”

AN: I don’t like this chapter at all. At best, I consider it a necessary evil. I
apologize for inflicting it on you, the reader, and give you my word that I’ll try to
do better next time.

POKEDEX ENTRIES

Courtesy of A-Kun’s “Pokegirl World Project”

www.angelfire.com/mn3/pokegirls/main.html

STORM GAIL, the Legendary Wind Titan PokéGirl

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Flying/Magic

Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique) (Deceased)

Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating

Role: Oceanic Chaos

Libido: assumed None

Strong Vs: Bug, Fighting, Ground, Plant

Weak Vs: Electric, Ice, Rock

Fighting Style: Storm Gail did not use any attacks which could be classified and
named, she simply summoned various weather phenomenon to do her bidding.

Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x100 human), Legendary Qualities,
Legendary Salient Qualities, absolute control of the weather

Evolves: None

Evolves From: None

When the Revenge War began, there were four immensely powerful Legenadary
PokéGirls that made an appearance. One was Typhonna. Another was Storm Gail.

Storm Gail was the most human of the four 'first generation' Legendaries. A
statuesque, eight-foot tall woman with dark brown skin, long, bright white hair,
DD-Cup breasts, and glowing white eyes, she struck an imposing figure. She wore
no clothes save for a celestial robe, which made her seem even more goddess-like
in appearance. Her role was disrupting sea travel, and is responsible for devostating
the Navy of China and Japan. Storm Gail was never seen on land, always flying in
the air over the sea. She had a powerful, frightening ability: Absolute mastery over
the weather. With a mere thought she could control winds, rain, and lightning,
summoning massive hurricanes, her arrogant laughter echoing even over her
thunder. She enjoyed her work greatly. But her arrogance was her downfall, many
say, as she was the first of the four 'first generation' Legendary PokéGirls to
disappear.

One day, Typhonna was seen wandering into a massive hurricane that had popped
up a few miles out of the southern cost of what is now the Orange Islands. A
massive beam of light was seen shooting out at an angle from the top of the
hurricane, which quickly disappeared. Typhonna appeared unhurt by the hurricane,
and moved on after looking around curiously. Researchers assume that Storm Gail
was completely obliterated by a Hyper Beam from Typhonna. Scylla appeared
shortly afterwards, performing Storm Gail's role in more efficient fashion. Two
years later, Typhonna disappeared.

Update as of 240 AS: Researchers discovered in one of Sukebe's abandoned labs
evidence that confirms the fate of Storm Gail and Mountaintide. The recordings,
taken by satellites that Sukebe commandeered, show clearly that Storm Gail was
indeed destroyed by Typhonna after Storm Gail took offense to Typhonna simply
walking through her hurricane as if it weren't there. She struck Typhonna in the
nose with a massive lightning bolt, which caused an angered Typhonna to respond
with a Hyper Beam, completely obliterating her. In addition, evidence that Sukebe
planned to make a fourth Titan, a monstrous Ice-element creature named Frigida, to
act as a counterpart to Infernus, was discovered. Notes on the project indicate that
after Typhonna destroyed the other three 'Titans' as he called them, he scrapped the
project in favor of the more human-sized Legendaries which still exist today. Notes
on how he intended to make Frigida were destroyed, although data on the final fate
of Storm Gail and Mountaintide were added to the publicly accessible information
in the Pokedex.

LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes,
making them above and beyond other pokegirls:

Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them
always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces
sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Storm Gail's shape and even
copy her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or
Legendary Salient Qualities (see below). They can have their base stock altered to
be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type though. Deathlessness: Despite
having been around since Sukebe’s Revenge, all the Legendary pokegirls are still
around and going strong. This superior version of longevity makes them immune to
death from natural causes. They will never die unless they are killed. However,
poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a normal chance to kill them,
barring their special immunities and strengths.

No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type’s
normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level,
if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she
instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or
disadvantage against. For example, Storm Gail has No Weakness (Level 200). If
she were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Flying/Magic, at or below
level 200, she wouldn’t be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered
strong against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary’s No Weakness level
treat things normally.

LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special
qualities others don’t have. Due to the fact that she lived for only a couple months,
only one Legendary Salient Quality could be tentatively identified:

Goddess Of Weather: Storm Gail could, with a thought, command any and all
weather patterns around her, manipulating and intensifying them to her will.

MOUNTAINTIDE, the Legendary Rock Titan PokéGirl

Type: Humanoid (rock)

Element: Rock (Hesitant classification)

Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique) (Deceased)

Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating

Role: Destruction

Libido: assumed None

Strong Vs: Bug, Electric, Fire, Flying, Ice, Poison, Rock

Weak Vs: Fighting, Ground, Plant, Steel, Water

Fighting Style: Mountaintide used no attacks that could be classified in the
PokéGirl Attack lexicon, only basic brawling as well as throwing of rocks and
anything she could pick up.

Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x700 human), Enhanced Strength (x300
human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, several hundred feet
tall

Limitations: EXTREMELY low intelligence

Evolves: None

Evolves From: None

When the Revenge War began, there were four immensely powerful Legenadary
PokéGirls that made an appearance. One was Typhonna. Another was
Mountaintide.

Mountaintide was the second-most inhuman of the four 'first generation'
Legendaries. Her body was massive, looking like it was carved from stone, and
only vaguely resembled a female human shape. She had no feet, the stone pillars
that made her legs being simply wider at the bottom, her breasts bore no nipples,
and she had two heads. Like Infernus, she was extremely low in intelligence,
although this did not stop her from doing great amounts of damage in the old
Russian Empire. Later on, for reasons unknown, she wandered down through what
eventually became the Mountain and Cruiserweight continents and swam to
Antarctica, which is now known as the Scarlet Continent. Typhonna was also
spotted heading for that area. Shortly after, only Typhonna returned from the
Scarlet Continent and resumed her rampage. Soon after, Titania appeared,
performing Mountaintide's work in much more efficient fashion. Typhonna
vanished two years later.

Theories abound about why Mountaintide fled to the Scarlet Continent. It's
assumed that after the deaths of Infernus and Storm Gail, she got the idea that
Typhonna might come after her next and went there out of fear, or to get an
advantage over Typhonna. Many dismiss this latter theory, as Mountaintide
showed no evidence of being that smart. It's assumed that Typhonna destroyed
Mountaintide there, and that is why she never appeared again.

Update as of 240 AS: Researchers discovered in one of Sukebe's abandoned labs
evidence that confirms the fate of Storm Gail and Mountaintide. The recordings,
taken by satellites that Sukebe commandeered, show clearly that Mountaintide was
indeed destroyed by Typhonna. Mountaintide was seen wandering aimlessly
through Antarctica when Typhonna showed up. Mountaintide roared in anger and
threw a glacier at Typhonna, which angered Typhonna and caused her to charge
Mountaintide. The two battled, wrestling around, but Typhonna was quickly
victorious, knocking Mountaintide away and reducing her to tiny bits rubble with a
point blank Hyper Beam.

In addition, evidence that Sukebe planned to make a fourth Titan, a monstrous
Ice-element creature named Frigida, to act as a counterpart to Infernus, was
discovered. Notes on the project indicate that after Typhonna destroyed the other
three 'Titans' as he called them, he scrapped the project in favor of the more
human-sized Legendaries which still exist today. Notes on how he intended to
make Frigida were destroyed, although data on the final fate of Storm Gail and
Mountaintide were added to the publicly accessible information in the Pokedex.

LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes,
making them above and beyond other pokegirls:

Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them
always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces
sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Mountaintide's shape and even
copy her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or
Legendary Salient Qualities (see below). (Or her sheer height, for that matter...)
They can have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl
type though.

Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe’s Revenge, all the
Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of
longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die
unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a
normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.

No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type’s
normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level,
if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she
instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or
disadvantage against. For example, Mountaintide has No Weakness (Level 200). If
she were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Rock, at or below level
200, she wouldn’t be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered strong
against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary’s No Weakness level treat
things normally.

LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special
qualities others don’t have. However, due to the fact that Mountaintide lived only a
couple months, no Salient Qualities were identified for Mountaintide, although it
is assumed she had them.

INFERNUS, the Legendary Fire Titan PokéGirl

Type: Humanoid (lava)

Element: Fire

Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique) (Deceased)

Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating

Role: Destruction

Libido: assumed None

Strong Vs: Bug, Fire, Ice, Plant, Steel

Weak Vs: Ground, Rock, Water

Fighting Style: Infernus didn't really have any identifiable attacks. She would
wander around, roaring and punching the ground, spewing lava and fire.

Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x500 human), Enhanced Strength (x200
human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, several hundred feet
tall

Limitations: EXTREMELY low intelligence

Evolves: None

Evolves From: None

When the Revenge War began, there were four immensely powerful Legenadary
PokéGirls. One was Typhonna. Another was Infernus.

Infernus was a gigantic monstrosity of a PokéGirl that appeared shortly after
Typhonna. She was human in shape, but was several hundred feet tall, with long
hair, but her whole body was made entirely of lava. She was a massive, hulking
PokéGirl, and very low in intelligence. She did nothing more than wander around
and destroy,

She first appeared in Greenland and Iceland, destroying both nations in spectacular
fashion, and headed for the Arctic Circle, most likely with intention of melting the
ice cap. However, because of her size she had to travel through water, something
which caused her great pain, most likely due to her nature as a being of lava. Her
movements through water caused great amounts of steam to erupt, as the water
evaporated on contact with her skin. Infernus was last seen headed towards the
polar ice cap when Typhonna entered the fog What exactly happened is unknown,
but Infernus was never seen again after that, and Typhonna exited the mist
seemingly without incident. The Volcano Mistress, Kary, appeared shortly
afterwards, filling Infernus' role in more efficient fashion. Two years later
Typhonna disappeared.

Update as of 140 AS: A vast, mountainous island has been discovered near the
arctic circle, one that looks like it was formed after a vast volcanic eruption.
Studies of this island by psychic and magic-type PokéGirls have discovered traces
of a vast, primitive soul that has long since departed, leading some to believe that
the island is the remains of Infernus after an unsuccesful battle with Typhonna.
Because of the powerful soul that once resided in the island, ghost PokéGirls were
drawn to it and gather there in abundance. Thrillseeking Tamers, mages wanting
an ideal place to study necromancy, and those who simply want a Ghost PokéGirl
travel to this haunted island, named Inferno Island due to the fact that in the very
center of this island is a large pillar of flame which cannot be put out. Legends
state that the pillar first appeared when ghosts started gathering there, the last trace
of Infernus' mighty soul awakening to observe them. Some say that if you stare into
the flame, you can see souls in torment...

LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes,
making them above and beyond other pokegirls:

Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them
always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces
sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Infernus' shape and even copy
her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or Legendary
Salient Qualities (see below). (Or her sheer height, for that matter...) They can
have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type
though.

Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe’s Revenge, all the
Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of
longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die
unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a
normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.

No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type’s
normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level,
if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she
instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or
disadvantage against. For example, Infernus has No Weakness (Level 200). If she
were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Fire, at or below level 200,
she wouldn’t be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered strong
against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary’s No Weakness level treat
things normally.

LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special
qualities others don’t have. However, due to the fact that Infernus lived only a
couple months, no Salient Qualities were identified for Infernus, although it is
assumed she had them.

TYPHONNA, the Legendary Pokegirl Engine Of Destruction

Type: Biomechanical Inhuman (Reptilian)

Element: Dragon/Steel (Hesitant classification)

Frequency: Extremely Rare (Unique)

Diet: unknown, has never been seen eating

Role: Destruction

Libido: assumed None (Current theories state that she isn't a true pokegirl, that
she's simply called one because she debuted around the same time, and besides,
who'd be capable of actually Taming her?!?)

Strong Vs: seemingly everything

Weak Vs: seemingly nothing

Attacks: Hyper Beam, Tsunami, Fire Blast, Thunder, Earthquake, Fissure, Ebony
Void

Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x1000 human), Enhanced Strength (x400
human), Legendary Qualities, Legendary Salient Qualities, several hundred feet
tall

Limitations: Seems to weaken when out of water for long periods of time

Evolves: None

Evolves From: None

An immense, building-sized, lizardlike and not even remotely human monstrosity
first unleashed in the Pre-Sukebe year 1992 in Northern Africa, she immediately
made a splash by destroying everything she encountered, quite literally shattering
the landscape. She wandered around the globe, wrecking everything she
encountered, including some Pokegirl encampments, which led some to believe
today that Sukebe had lost control of her early on.

In 1994, the ancient Empires tried using nuclear weapons on Typhonna, which
succeeded in doing nothing more than getting her attention, causing her to hunt
down and destroy her attackers. This in turn drew attention away from the other
Legendaries, who did a great deal of damage, but in their own way each time and
in a more subtle fashion.

For the next few years, Typhonna wandered the globe, destroying everything she
came across and quite literally re-shaping the surface of the earth using her Ebony
Void attack, which creates a 'micro black hole' and is infamous for tearing great
gouges in what is now known as the Dark Continent, the titanic beast occasionally
seen either fighting with or fighting against her fellow 'first-generation'
Legendaries, Infernus, Storm Gail, and Mountaintide, all of whom have since
vanished, assumed to be killed by Typhonna, who's unimaginable power has never
been equalled by any Legendary created since that day.

In 1999, Typhonna vanished quite abruptly, disappearing without a trace. There
was no sign of where she went, although theories and rumors abound, the most
common one being that she had gone back into the sea to hibernate, having been
weakened by the constant attacks on her. Although rumors have arisen that a group
of criminals, either a Team Rocket-style group or a human supremacist group, has
managed to contain and possibly control her. Heaven help us if this rumor turns out
to be true.

LEGENDARY QUALITIES: All Legendary pokegirls have these special attributes,
making them above and beyond other pokegirls:

Truly Unique: All Legendary pokegirls cannot be copied. Attempts to clone them
always fail, and morphing other beings into copies of them always produces
sub-standard versions. Titto, for example, can take Typhonna's shape and even copy
her powers to some degree, but not any of her Legendary Qualities or Legendary
Salient Qualities (see below). (Or her sheer height, for that matter...) They can
have their base stock altered to be used in the formation of a new pokegirl type
though. (This last comes into question due to uncertainty about Typhonna's status
as a Pokegirl...)

Deathlessness: Despite having been around since Sukebe’s Revenge, all the
Legendary pokegirls are still around and going strong. This superior version of
longevity makes them immune to death from natural causes. They will never die
unless they are killed. However, poison, disease, or any unnatural cause still has a
normal chance to kill them, barring their special immunities and strengths.

No Weakness (Level X): All of the Legendary pokegirls can ignore their type’s
normal weaknesses, to a point. When facing a pokegirl at or below a certain level,
if that pokegirl is a type the Legendary would normally be weak against, she
instead treats it as though it were of a type she had no specific advantage or
disadvantage against. For example, Typhonna has No Weakness (Level 200). If she
were to face anything that was considered Strong vs Dragon/Steel, at or below
level 200, she wouldn’t be considered weak against it, nor would it be considered
strong against her. Pokegirls at a level above the Legendary’s No Weakness level
treat things normally.

LEGENDARY SALIENT QUALITIES: Some Legendary pokegirls have special
qualities others don’t have. Here is Typhonna's lexicon of special attributes:

No Weaknesses (Ultimate): Typhonna was considered to be the most powerful
living being alive. She had no apparent weaknesses at all, and the strongest
weapons of the time, nuclear missiles, did nothing more than get her attention.

Ocean Disruption: Typhonna seemed to prefer being in water, the deeper the better.
This caused problems, as her very prescence in the water created disturbances,
including waterspouts, whirlpools, and tidal waves, the worst of which being her
Tsunami attack. When Typhonna went up on land, coastal towns were usually
devastated simply by her heading towards them.

Ebony Void: Typhonna's ultimate attack. She uses all the power in her body to
manipulate gravitational energies, creating a micro black-hole in midair,
annihilating everything around it.
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