Larx Dragoniod was a woman of many talents. At fifteen, she already had an encyclopedic knowledge of every living thing and the weapons used to kill them. She could coordinate gang operations like a conductor with a bloody symphony, spot a weak guard stance from across the street, and predict a punch before it left the fist.
She could break a soul like a legendary NTR MC with superb art, though her methods were less emotional and more… visceral. Her will was so potent it might as well have been a weapon in itself—steel bent before it.
Larx was trained in street fighting, chemical warfare, infiltration, wrestling, and three distinct unarmed combat styles. She could mix poisons while blindfolded, drive anything with wheels or wings (legality be damned), and make a mean shrimp stir-fry. Snark was her second language.
She'd once had a man who swore (not that he had a choice) he'd be her slave for life. That was a short life. May the black bastard rest—pieces or not.
"P-please... We're sorry!" Gasped the man slumped before her. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, but right now he was closer to his knees—mostly because he couldn't feel his legs anymore.
Mainly because the little monster before him broke them.
"Oi, dickhead," Larx snapped, brushing blood off her brass knuckles. "I was remembering my ex. You just had to ruin the moment. Now stop starin' at my tits and pay me my money."
Larx didn't dress to impress. She dressed to intimidate, to insult, to walk into a room and make people wonder if they were about to get stabbed or flirted with—or both. Her cropped leather jacket looked like it had survived a warzone, one sleeve torn clean off and the other covered in crude patches: a cracked skull, a middle finger, and a red kanji symbol that probably meant "die" or "lunch." No one dared to ask. Underneath, she wore a black tank top stretched tight across her ribs, stained with something that might've been blood or barbecue sauce. Across the chest, in faded, jagged letters, it said: Don't Pet Me. She had dog tags that didn't belong to her and a choker fashioned out of barbed wire and a safety pin. Her hair was a jagged mess—part red, part black, cut like someone took scissors to it mid-fight. She'd left one side of her head shaved for practical reasons. Mostly so no one could grab it in a grapple.
Her hands were wrapped in worn leather fingerless gloves, the knuckles reinforced with steel inserts. The brass knuckles she wore were her signature: custom-forged, sharp-edged, stained dark with history. She called them "Love" and "Hate" but never told anyone which was which. Her fingers were always twitching, always ready to punch or poison someone. A thin bandage wrapped around her left forearm, not because she was injured, but because the last guy bled on her and she hadn't gotten around to changing it yet.
She wore black cargo pants with more pockets than any person needed, stuffed with knives, wires, poison vials, and a switchblade she used more for cleaning her nails than actual combat. Chains clinked from her belt loops—half fashion, half function. The belt itself was stitched with patches of vulgar graffiti and clipped with a holster that carried something sharp and questionably legal. Her boots were monsters—steel-toed, caked in mud, probably kicked someone's jaw off last week. Every step she took sounded like a warning.
Larx didn't need armor. Her whole look said one thing: I'm not scared of you, and you should be terrified of me.
She brought her knee up with sudden fury.
Crack.
The man let out a strangled sound, then silence. Larx grinned, exhaling with delight. "Ah, that's the sound. Like stepping on bubble wrap, but meatier."
She leaned in, shook him by the collar. "Now, where's the money, you ball-less coward?"
The man didn't answer. He couldn't. He'd passed out the moment she shattered his jewels. Not that Larx cared.
She just shrugged. "Figures."
---Pokemon: Master of Dragons---
In the grim and gorgeous hellscape of Black Dragon City, tucked in Kanto's lawless edge, Larx was finally ready to earn her first Pokémon.
After she paid the damn fees, of course.
It wasn't every day you died giving birth to your boy toy (may that sexy bastard rest in rice) and got reincarnated into a video game world. Not just any world—Pokémon. Childhood favorite. Ultimate nostalgia trip. Absolutely unhinged.
Sure, the place wasn't like the anime—thank fuck for that. It was closer to the manga: gritty, lethal, and not a goddamn friendship lesson in sight. If she'd woken up in the anime world, she would've yeeted herself into the nearest volcano.
Friendship power was such BS. A Fairy Tail™ cooked up to not even the hottest woman could save that manga and Pokemon anime did the friend thing on 11. Larx had only barely tolerated it—Liko had been the last straw with her soft-spoken, emotionally nuanced crap.
Cute, though. So she passed. Barely.
The white, black, and blue really works on her pale skin.
At first, Larx thought she was losing her mind. Then her parents died, and the matron of the orphanage stole everything they left behind. Reality hit hard.
Because she was technically a minor, Larx got dumped into the state orphanage system. Thanks to "Junior Law," she couldn't access her inheritance until she turned sixteen. The director of that hellhole could spend every last credit "for her sake," and no one would bat an eye.
And spend it she did.
Not that Larx cared anymore. The money was gone. But she had plans. Big ones.
In her past life, she was obsessed with forensic accounting. Watching The Accountant one too many times had that effect.
Money laundering was easier than people thought—especially when you controlled both the books and the bodies.
Between side gigs, scamming petty gangs, and strong-arming low-level syndicates, Larx had cleared over 100,000 PokéDollars a year. By the time she turned sixteen, every mustached bastard at the orphanage would be left holding the bag—and all the blame.
Poetic justice.
Too bad it was all going towards the Pokémon League, which owns the University.
Back in the 1500s, no one knew how or why it happened—but Pokémon appeared on Earth. Reality bent, landmasses shifted, and entire continents warped into Regions. Chaos followed. Cities fell. Populations crumbled. But eventually… balance. Sort of.
Now, if you wanted to be a Trainer, you had two options:
Option A: Get a signature from a respected official—like a Gym Leader or Pokémon Professor.
Option B: Survive the academic meat grinder known as Trainer Schools.
Trainer School was required from kindergarten to college. Tuition? 100,000 PokéDollars annually, minimum. Loans were available—from the Pokémon League—but the interest rates made American student debt look generous.
Kanto had a population of thirteen billion. Eighty percent of them were drowning in League debt.
Larx? She couldn't give less of a damn.
Today, she graduated early from high school. In your face, past-life Mom—turns out video games did teach her something. She was officially enrolled in Pokémon University, majoring in battling. Because of course.
A PhD in dog fights on crack? Sign her up.
The moment she stepped into the Black Dragon City branch of the university, her system finally booted up.
[Connecting…]
[Welcome, Hostess. Your "friend" from another world has granted you access to the Badass Dragon Lord System. His words—not mine. Also his words: "Dragons, bitch!"]
[This system will be at your service. The Pokémon owned by Larx Dragoniod, their attributes, and their badass values will be presented as data.]
[Note: The Hostess may only catch Dragon or dragon-like Pokémon. Pokémon such as Onix clearly count. The system will die on this hill.]
[Badass Points can be exchanged for: Food, battle gear, evolution items, training equipment, Mega Stones, and other accessories (badges required for some features).]
[Mall: Unlocked.]
[Loading Character Profile…]
Name:Larx Dragoniod
Bloodline:Ryujin (Pendragon Variant)
Age:15 (Mental Age: 31)
Passives:
Dragon Energy Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Dragon-type attacks. Reduces damage and status effect likelihood by 3%. Grants minor instinctual warning when targeted by a draconic ability.
Fire Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Fire-type attacks. Reduces burn chance and fire-based damage by 3%. Allows comfort in high-heat environments.
Water Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Water-type attacks. Reduces damage from aquatic moves by 3%. Improves mobility in wet conditions.
Grass Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Grass-type attacks. Reduces vine/seed entanglement effectiveness and chlorophyll-based toxins by 3%. Natural affinity for forested terrain.
Electric Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Electric-type attacks. Reduces shock damage by 3%. Grants partial resistance to paralysis.
Ice Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Ice-type attacks. Reduces freeze chance and cold damage by 3%. Improves cold endurance.
Fighting Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Fighting-type attacks. Reduces blunt damage from physical techniques by 3%. Heightened instinct for close combat.
Flying Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Flying-type attacks. Reduces damage from aerial assaults by 3%. Enhanced visual tracking of fast-moving airborne targets.
Poison Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Poison-type attacks. Reduces toxin effect buildup by 3%. Slower status accumulation from chemical sources.
Ground Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Ground-type attacks. Reduces shockwave and seismic impact by 3%. Improved balance and fall recovery.
Rock Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Rock-type attacks. Reduces damage from heavy projectile strikes by 3%. Lowers flinch chance from boulder/stone hits.
Bug Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Bug-type attacks. Reduces damage from swarming or piercing moves by 3%. Increases awareness of rapid small threats.
Ghost Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Ghost-type attacks. Reduces spiritual damage and fear effects by 3%. Weakens illusions slightly.
Steel Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Steel-type attacks. Reduces cutting and blunt force from metal-based moves by 3%. Improves handling of weaponry and metal.
Psychic Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Psychic-type attacks. Reduces mind control, confusion, and suggestion effects by 3%. Mental defenses slightly hardened.
Dark Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Dark-type attacks. Reduces underhanded or fear-based tactics by 3%. Grants improved resistance to ambush or betrayal tactics.
Fairy Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Fairy-type attacks. Reduces mystical status effects and emotional manipulation by 3%. Diminishes charm/attraction-based effects.
Normal Resistance (Novice) – Slight resistance to Normal-type attacks. Reduces generic physical damage by 3%. Helps shrug off basic status afflictions like flinch or minor debuffs.
Perks:
Pokémon Trainer (Beginner) – Grants increased Pokémon bonding rate, allows user to understand Pokémon intent more easily, improves training efficiency by 5%.
Dragon Trainer (Beginner) – Enhances experience gain, discipline compatibility, and loyalty growth when training Dragon-type or dragon-like Pokémon. +5% boost to all dragon-centric training metrics.
Ryujin Clan Member – Boosts effectiveness with Pokémon previously wielded by Ryujin clan trainers. Enhances trust rate and unlocks minor unique genetic compatibility effects. +10% effectiveness.
Clan of the Dragon – Innate affinity for dragons. Stronger battle instincts when commanding dragons. Easier evolution triggers and latent power unlocking. +10% boost to dragon/dragon-like Pokémon.
"Well, bitchin'," Larx muttered.
She didn't care that her system was fifteen years late. Or that her boy toy was off in another world about to get his pelvis broken when—not if—she found him. Or even that she was now obligated to train only dragons.
Because this meant one thing: she could go apeshit, and no one could stop her.
Laughing with bloodthirsty cheer, she stomped toward classroom 501-A. Her reputation was being born with every cackling step.
They'd call her Mad Harley before long.
After finding her seat, Larx whipped out her phone and started researching two things: 1) what counted as "dragon-like" and 2) every goddamn course the university offered.
--Pokemon: Master of Dragons--
Pokémon University of Japan had two departments: Trainer Circuit and Breeder Program. You didn't declare a major until after the placement test.
Week one: Every recruit received a selection of randomized Pokémon eggs.Week two to six: You trained them.Week seven: Your performance determined your major.
Breeders only had to pass the B.A.R.—Breeder Aptitude Registry. A glorified science minor. Larx couldn't care less.
She was surprised, though, that no one hid their strength. Here, performance meant prestige—and the university rewarded the strongest.
Good.
Larx didn't give a flying Meowth about traditional values. She wasn't some Chinese try-hard, Korean edge-lord, or bipolar Japanese honor freak.
She wanted fame. Billboards. Posters sticky with admiration from either gender. She wanted envy, power, and a trail of broken rivals.
And dragons. Lots of dragons.
End of Chapter Note: Larx's Busted-Ass Dragon List (WIP)
Because the System said "Dragon or Dragon-like Pokémon only," and didn't give a strict definition, guess who's about to lawyer the hell outta that clause? That's right. Me. Larx Dragoniod. Dragon lawyer. Dragon connoisseur. Dragon fucker (figuratively, calm your kink).
I'm making a list. If the System don't like it, it can bite me with a Salamence.
Kanto Region:
Dratini/Dragonair/Dragonite – Duh. The OG dragons. If I don't get one I'm burning a lake.
Charizard (w/ Mega X) – Turns into a kickass dragons that comes with a broken ability nuff said.
Charizard Y(w/ Mega Y) - Not technically a dragon, but it walks the walk, breathes like a war crime, and has more edge than my ex's long dragon.
Gyarados – Serpentine, terrifying, and its pre-evo is a fish that knew pain. Dragon-like energy? Check.
Aerodactyl – It's a fanged, screeching sky demon. Close enough.
Ekans/Arbok – Giant cobra = serpent = mythological dragon cousin. Suck it, nerds.
Pidgey line – Planning to make it a cyclone-throwing feathered wyvern. Bird dragon mod incoming. Only reason becuase it learns twister. And its badass.
Goldeen/Seaking – There's this obscure Japanese myth where fish become dragons, so… yeah. I'm riding that loophole like a Pokémon fans on the travel girls coping real hard on ten years old.
Lapras – Ancient water transport beast with psychic vibes. Call it a benevolent sea dragon and we're good.
Rhyhorn – Might not look it, but it knows more elemental moves than a circus magician. Slap a horn on it and call it a land wyrm.
Nidoran♂ / Nidoran♀ Lines: Their evolutionary potential and adaptability suggest dragon-like qualities.
Johto Region:
Kingdra – Actual dragon type. Sea-horse from hell. Spits water like a pressure washer and looks smug doing it. Certified.
Lugia – Not technically a dragon type, but come on. Massive flying beast, lives underwater, psychic death screams? That's a dragon pretending to be a bird to dodge taxes.
Tyranitar – Pseudo-legendary. Not labeled a dragon, but fights like one and causes earthquakes just by vibing. Dragon in denial. I'll fix that.
Ampharos (Mega) – Mega Ampharos gets a dragon type slapped on it and suddenly turns into a majestic electric dragon-lama hybrid. Dragon confirmed. Don't ask about the hair.
Dunsparce – Look, this thing's based on the tsuchinoko—a mythical cryptid snake thing. It's like a failed dragon fetus that gave up halfway. But it's trying. Sorta. It counts in spirit.
Yanma/Yanmega – Giant bugs with sonic booms and predator eyes. Dragonflies, people. Dragon-flies. I don't make the rules—I just exploit the names.
Totodile line: Gators are dragons.
Hoenn Region:
Salamence line (Bagon/Shelgon/Salamence) – Literal dragon type. Starts as a rock-headed lizard that wants to fly so hard it grows wings through sheer rage. Big mood.
Altaria (w/ Mega) – Fluffy cotton dragon with the voice of an angel and the temper of a diva. Mega Altaria becomes Dragon/Fairy, aka the middle finger to every Garchomp out there.
Flygon line (Trapinch/Vibrava/Flygon) – Flygon is a desert dragonfly with earthquake powers and dragon typing. Also known as "why Game Freak hates giving cool mons Megas."
Rayquaza – Sky God Lizard Supreme. Eats meteors for breakfast, yells at space dragons, and doesn't even need a Mega Stone to go Omega. Peak dragon. Would ride into war on it naked. Liko prooved there are multiple of these bad bitches so I'm catching it.
Latias/Latios – Psychic Jet Dragons that come with built-in GPS and sibling issues. Cute, fast, deadly. Like if your Tesla could kill you.
Milotic – Elegant sea serpent born from literal ugly rage. Not technically a dragon, but let me ask you: if you saw this thing gliding over the ocean, glowing, killing, and not blinking, wouldn't you scream "dragon"? Thought so.
Sceptile (Mega) – With Mega evolution, it gets Dragon typing and a freakin' tail that fires like a missile. It's a lizard with a sniper complex.
Tropius – Flying grass sauropod. Tastes like bananas, flies like a dream. If I duct tape dragon wings on it and teach it Flamethrower, it's mine. It werid I know.
Seviper – Evil murder snake with a personal vendetta. Venomous, flashy, and ancient-looking. Dragon-by-association through sheer edge factor.
Clamperl line (Huntail/Gorebyss) – Mutant sea freaks. You ever look at Huntail and not think eldritch sea dragon? Didn't think so.
Sinnoh Region:
Rampardos – Not a dragon but it headbutts like one. It's a prehistoric skull-tank with the subtlety of a brick. I say yes. Fight me. Pretty sure the orginal one is a dragon type.
Garchomp line (Gible/Gabite/Garchomp) – The land shark dragon that defines violence. Looks like a jet, moves like a missile, hits like childhood trauma. Instant S-tier. Also makes Cynthia unbearable, but I'll suffer through that for the drip.
Sliggoo (Hissu Dex) – Technically the OG line and the second Dragon/Steel type.
Sadly the Creation Trio are a no go.
Unova Region:
Haxorus line (Axew/Fraxure/Haxorus) – Pure Dragon-type axe-face raptors. Built for violence, looks like it skipped leg day and focused only on kill-you-day. If this isn't peak battle beast material, I don't know what is.
Druddigon – Sinister gargoyle dragon who looks like it lives in your nightmares and screams in doorways for fun. Zero grace. All bite. Ugly as hell. I want ten.
Hydreigon line (Deino/Zweilous/Hydreigon) – Triple-headed chaos engine of doom. Dark/Dragon. Eats everything. Probably feral. Exactly my kind of problem. Hydreigon is what happens when a dragon learns nihilism. Big yes.
Archeops – Technically not a dragon. Technically I don't give a damn. It's a prehistoric flying beast with claws, fangs, and a murder dive. That's ancient dragon cousin energy if I've ever seen it.
Scolipede – Giant centipede war machine. Bug/Poison but has the raw, terrifying presence of a mythical beast summoned to eat gods. That's dragon enough.
Drapion – Officially Poison/Dark. Unofficially? That thing's a fanged murder-scorpion tank with dragon-tier aggression. Moves like a predator, tanks like a dragon, and it looks like something that crawled out of a cursed desert to choke a Charizard just for fun. It even resists Fairy, which is more than most dragons can say. Ugly? Sure. Intimidating? Absolutely. Honorary dragon, certified by pain. Approved.
Kolas Region:
Kolas Goodra Line – A literal goopy mess that somehow oozes charm and Dragon energy. Slime dragon. Slaps like a wrecking ball dipped in hugs and acid. Auto-pass.
Noivern – Bat dragon with sonic death cannons for ears. Moves like a fighter jet, screams like a dubstep remix, and is goth as hell. Approved with flying blacklight colors.
Dragalge – Dragon/Poison seadragon. Literal seaweed-looking thing with a slow death stare. Sneaky toxic royalty. Big yes.
Tyrantrum Line – T-Rex. Actual fossil dragon. Bites with the force of a truck full of regrets. It's a Dragon-type. Do not question me. I will bite you.
Aurorus Line – Sauropod with aurora borealis lasers. Not Dragon-type (not even the orginal maybe), but looks majestic enough to star in a dragon documentary. Ice dragon in a glam rock phase. That counts.
Turtonator – Fire/Dragon-type with a shell that literally explodes. Looks like a turtle had a bad acid trip and came back as a bomb. It's slow, angry, and nuclear. Dragon? Hell yeah.
Kommo-o Line – Dragon/Fighting with scales that clang like a war drum. This thing's a walking anime climax. Has the drip, the fists, and a battle theme that sounds like Godzilla's ringtone.
Guzzlord – Ultra Beast, Dragon/Dark, and shaped like hunger incarnate. Screams like a malfunctioning garbage disposal. Not here to be pretty, just here to eat your dreams.
Alolan Exeggutor – Dragon/Grass. Long neck. Big dick energy. Dumb as hell, but also blessed. Looks like a joke and still slaps you into next week. The system says dragon. I say yes.
Drampa – Dragon/Normal. Grandma dragon who goes berserk if you mess with her friends. Literally a rage grandpa. Sweet until you piss it off, then you get roasted like a marshmallow on a grudge. Well mostly likely use it the least.
Salazzle– Not a dragon, but hear me out—poison/fire lizard queen with pheromone attacks and attitude. If dragons were slutty and toxic, this would be one. Filing under "dragon-in-vibes." Plus they can fuck dragons as well.
Naganadel- One of the coolest designs of all time, and definitely my favorite Poison type, Naganadel has the problem of being a worse Eternatus but this is real life so it wins.
Galar Region:
Duraludon / Gigantamax Duraludon / Archaludon– Steel/Dragon that looks like a pissed-off skyscraper. Literally becomes a building when it G-maxes. Dragon? More like metropolitan kaiju. Approved.
Dragapult Line – Ghost/Dragon. Launches baby ghosts like missiles. Fast, sleek, and dead inside—just like me. 10/10 would deploy in a turf war.
Appletun / Flapple / Applin – These fruity freaks evolve from the same apple worm. Dragon/Grass and Dragon/Grass (again), depending on whether you want your dragon to be a sniper or a tank. Sweet but deadly. Like poisoned pie.
Dracovish / Arctovish / Dracozolt / Arctozolt – Fossil freaks. Frankenstein's dragons. The result of "fuck it, slap the wrong halves together and pray." They're horrifying. They're broken in competitive. They count. And I love them.
Paldea Region:
Miraidon – Future-tech dragon bike. Literal Dragon/Electric type. Rides smoother than any bastard I dated. Looks like a neon eel had a lovechild with a racecar. System certified. Also doubles as a transportation system. Win-win.
Koraidon – The primal version of Miraidon. Dragon/Fighting. Runs on legs like a real beast instead of wheels like a nerd. Ancient and jacked. This thing screams feral dignity. Approved with blood.
Baxcalibur Line (Frigibax → Arctibax → Baxcalibur) – Dragon/Ice. A kaiju that turns its back into a sword and launches itself like a missile. Literal warcrime waiting to happen. Instantly on my "must own or destroy" list.
Cyclizar – The "commoner" version of Miraidon/Koraidon. Still Dragon/Normal, still a lizard bike, but just less cool. I mean, it's fast and practical, but let's be real—I'm only using it until the real rides arrive.
Roaring Moon – Paradox Salamence. Dragon/Dark. Mega Salamence but edgier and from the past. It's like a prehistoric emo phase with wings. Yes.
Iron Jugulis – Paradox Hydreigon. Not a Dragon-type anymore, which pisses me off, but it still screams "I am here to delete your bloodline." I'll take it on principle and slap the system until it agrees.
Tatsugiri – Dragon/Water sushi. No seriously, it's a sushi dragon. This region made sushi a Dragon-type. It literally commands a giant fish (Dondozo) to fight for it. I don't even know anymore but yes, it counts.
Dondozo (stretch pick) – Not a dragon, but when paired with Tatsugiri, it becomes a Kaiju-grade tag team. I'm adding it under "emotional support dragon summon."
Hydrapple - This walking, snickering fruit monster is the evolved form of Applin via Sinnoh-cursed DLC evolution nonsense. Name sounds like it should be a cough syrup, but it's a Dragon. Shoots sticky apple globs at you, rots your insides, and somehow smells like a haunted cider barn.
Raging Bolt – Ancient Raikou, but long-necked like a damn sauropod with a thunder fetish. Trots around looking majestic as hell while zapping everything nearby.Verdict: That's a thunder dinosaur. That's a dragon. That's mine now.
Walking Wake – Paradox Suicune. Looks like someone resurrected a legendary beast and cranked the dino dial to "Jurassic Park But Wetter." It's got a frill, it stomps, and it shoots boiling hydro death from its mouth like it's got trauma to exhale.
Verdict: Actual dragon type. Actually terrifying. Actually mine. I will name him "Bathhouse Annihilator."
Gouging Fire – If Walking Wake is a pissed-off prehistoric Suicune and Roaring Moon is Salamence's edgelord dad, then Gouging Fire is the lovechild of Entei and a murder volcano. It's Entei if he ditched the nobility, bulked up on hate and magma, and decided to cosplay as a Dragon-type just for the spite of it. Spoiler: he actually IS one.
Verdict: Fire/Dragon + looks like it bathes in lava and breathes napalm? Yeah, it makes the cut so hard it leaves claw marks. Larx approves. Violently.