...
......
Okay, saying he was calm would be like saying Akane was a disciple of Gandhi.
But the point is, Ranma had been doing very well for himself, considering he was sent to a world where there were women known as ‘pokégirls’ that were basically considered no better than super-powered sex-slaves, meeting an alternate universe analogue that was complete and utterly an evil asshole, and had gotten so much sex one had to wonder how he had ever been afraid of the opposite sex.
So there was now really little that could frazzle Ranma’s nerves.
However, Gina had just inadvertently discovered a way.
“I’ve got a WHAT!?” Ranma shouted in shock.
Wincing, Gina knew she had to stand her ground. Ranma wasn’t mad at her, but still, hearing him yell reminded her a lot of that asshole Sextome. “It seems you’ve got another pokégirl, Master.”
“Gina,” Sheila spoke up, “Please tell us you’re kidding.”
The G-Splice nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, Master’s got enough on his plate.”
“Yeah,” Ranma agreed. “Besides, when the hell did I get an eighth pokégirl? I mean, I remember starting off with you, Sheila here, Jetta, Brit, Bri, and Genn. And I certainly remember winning Grave here from Séance,” Ranma sighed. “But I certainly DON’T remember getting one after Grave!”
“I understand that, Master,” Gina said. “But think about it... What did I tell you your eighth pokégirl was?”
“A Ninjanezumi,” Ranma answered. “What about it?”
Sighing, Gina shook her head at how Ranma wasn’t picking up on it. “Master. Think about it. A Ninjanezumi. When did we last seem some mouse-type pokégirls?”
Blinking his eyes a few times to try and remember, Ranma said, “Well, yesterday, when we were fighting all those... Mouse... Girls...” Ranma trailed off. He then groaned and face-palmed. “Aw crap. But... But I didn’t PokéBall any of those pokégirls! HONEST!”
“Honestly, Master?” Sheila asked hopefully. “Grave and I are good enough, aren’t we?” The little Shaguar was sounding more than a little fearful. She had felt so good, knowing that her master had actually liked her and wanted to spend time with her. The thought that he would want more pokégirls when he already had such a full harem made her afraid.
Thee mini-Cheetit was in agreement with her favorite Harem-sister. “Mew! Master, we are good enough for you, aren’t we?”
Ranma nodded his head rapidly, feeling the weight of guilt starting to come upon him. He loved this girls. He really did. And NOW he had to take care of another one? And worse, the ones he had were feeling inferior!? Not good for his conscience, not good! “It’s all a mistake! I swear it is! I don’t know how I got one!”
Tapping her chin as she looked over her Tamer’s PokéDex, Gina ‘hmm’ed a little bit. “Hey, Master, may I ask a question?”
“Sure,” Ranma said.
“Didn’t that little Ninjanezumi with the blonde hair tear open your backpack during the fight?” Gina asked.
Nodding his head, Ranma answered, “Yeah.”
“And didn’t that include your PokéBalls?” Gina asked.
“Yeah,” Ranma said with a node of his head.
“And doesn’t that mean you might have gotten a certain Ninjanezumi if that PokéBall went flying, and she wasn’t strong enough to fight off the effects?” Gina practically spelled it out for him.
“Yeah, but I don’t see...” Ranma started, only to have his eyes widen in shock and understanding. Falling to his knees, Ranma grabbed the side of his head. “NOOOOOOOOO!!! I DON’T WANT TO BE STUCK WITH THE FOUL-MOUTHED ONE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Gina winced. “Yeesh. At least I didn’t tell him he couldn’t get any more pokégirls unless he was willing to put one of us in storage.”
Ranma’s screaming stop considerably as he went and stared at his rather-smart Amazonchan. “Excuse me?”
Grave shivered. “If Master gets more pokégirls, he’d have to send one of us to storage?” She turned to look at her beloved Tamer. “Master, you won’t put me into storage, would you?”
“Yeah, Master!” Sheila spoke up. “I wouldn’t get put into storage either, would I?”
Ranma blinked and looked back and forth between the two pokégirls. “Hold it, hold it! What’s all this about putting a pokégirl into ‘storage’?”
“Master,” Gina spoke up. “Remember when I was telling you about the limits a Tamer can have for pokégirls?”
(------)
A man in a navy-blue mage-suit walked along the beaten path that went through the BlueBalls Forest. He paid little attention to the destruction that was all about him. He only had one goal in mind. He had to make it to the city of Greenpeace, so he could have a rematch with the one Tamer who constantly made a full of him.
“Ranma Sextome,” the Tamer with the long black hair growled.
Yes, it was him. The Magic-type pokégirl specialist from the magical flying city of Vain. The Tamer known as Séance Leer...
...And oddly enough, he was now tougher, buffer, and beefier than usual. One had to thank the work of the Dark Elf pokégirl Karia for that.
Séance allowed himself a smirk as he walked the path towards Greenpeace. He was physically stronger now, AND he had two new pokégirls. Ones that could easily help him put Sextome’s harem in his place.
“And then I will get her back...” Séance chuckled. “Genn will be mine again!”
And so, Séance continued to make his way towards Greenepeace...
...Ignorant of the Tamer/Pokégirl Thief hanging above him.
“A little help here...” Lendo groaned.
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