[Episode 102275] [Episode 102275]It felt so good to Jetta. Her master’s hands. The rather sweet-smelling shampoo. The warm water cascading down her body from the showerhead. It had been far too long since the last time she was cleaned like this; she really missed it. Hell, the closest she had gotten to being ‘cleaned’ the past numerous years was when she was either being hosed down, when she jumped into a river or lake, or when she had her Tamer’s cum licked off of her by one of her Harem-sisters.
“Yep, I’m just going to enjoy this,” The Lupina thought happily. She murred cutely as she felt Ranma’s hands playing with her breasts as he worked the shampoo into her fur. It was just divine to Jetta. She couldn’t believe how much her new master just loved to play with her body; it made her feel so young and alive...
...Well, it at least made her feel so alive. Even when she was younger, none of her past Tamers had given her the attention that Ranma did. She was mostly used for PokéBattles and given Tamings only when she needed it. “But Ranma gives it to me on a more regular basis,” Jetta thought with a smile. Hell, because of that fact, she might very well be pregnant.
“And he’s happy. He’s actually happy,” Jetta thought in relief. The last time she had gotten pregnant, her last Tamer, Thabian, just threw her back into her PokéBall, with no intention on letting her out again. Two weeks later, she had been let out, only to find herself being sold to Nodoka and given to her little rat bastard son, Sextome.
Jetta shivered, trying to dispel the unpleasurable memories. She had to put that behind her. Sextome had gotten what he had deserved, and Thabian was just a bastard who had forced her away from her firstborn. And now, her new master wanted to help her find her son AND he was going to let her keep their child too. She would finally truly get to be a mother, and she so looked forward to it.
Feeling the pressure leave her breasts, Jetta whined a little when she felt Ranma take his hands off of her breasts, but she relaxed as soon as they were on her body again, massaging her shoulder muscles and getting more shampoo into her fur there.
With her master really massaging her shoulders, the Lupina closed her eyes. Jetta mentally sighed as she started to really relax again. She was never this bad before, never in her life. She had always been pretty independent, even when being tortured, or rather ‘disciplined’ by past Tamers. She never really needed them except for the few-and-far-between Tamings they gave her to keep her from going Feral. Now she couldn’t help but just need to be around Ranma. HER master. A man who was possibly the single greatest credit to the male gender in her entire world.
Bringing his hands from the Lupina’s shoulders to move along her spine, Ranma was trying to work the shampoo into her fur. The fur was feeling quite softer as he wetted it down and used the shampoo with conditioner, but still the amount of difference that he was finding was surprising the pigtailed Tamer. “Jetta?” Ranma asked.
“Murr?” Jetta replied, turning her head to look over at her Tamer who was giving her such a thorough cleaning.
Ranma blushed and lowered his eyes. He just continued to move his hands up and down her back as thoughts continued to race through his head. “I’m gonna be a father...”
Sighing, Ranma was trying to keep on a happy face for Jetta’s sake, but deep down, he felt like screaming his head off and running for the hills. Jetta might have been pregnant. MIGHT being the keyword, but knowing his luck, she was. Great. Just frikin’ great. While Ranma had no illusions that if his mother, (either his own or THIS world’s analogue) knew about this, she would be ecstatic, he himself wasn’t so excited.
Ranma didn’t know what scared him more. The fact Jetta was pregnant or the fact that this would be HIS kid. At least with Jetta’s first child, the kid had to be, what? Three-years-old at least? Ranma wouldn’t mind trying to teach the kid some. After all, Ranma knew he could be at least a decent role-model for a kid who’s not his.
After all, he’d seen Happosai try to raise kids before a little, and even though he was a perverted old man, Happosai could at least teach kids who weren’t his own to become decent fighters. Natsumi and Kurumi were one of the best spars he ever had. And if Happosai could do it, than god damn it, so could he!
Still, that was different. Ranma would be able to view THAT in almost a third-party sense. He could help raise the kid, but the child was Jetta’s. This time, it would be his. His responsibility to teach, raise, love, and just be a father to this possible child on the way.
And Ranma didn’t know if he could do it. After all, he only had his own father as a frikin’ role-model while growing up, for crying out loud! And while Ranma was sure he could do a hell of a lot better job than his Pops could do, Ranma wasn’t sure if he wanted to do it.
But still. Seeing Jetta start to cry like that, Ranma knew he couldn’t say no to her. Knew he couldn’t run scream, or just ask, ‘are you nuts!?’. He knew these girls had gone through absolute and utter hell in this world, being treated no better than sex-toys. Actually, they WERE being treated like sex-toys. Sex-toys who packed more wallop than some martial artists that Ranma knew, but he still knew that they overall weren’t being treated like they should be. They weren’t being treated like people with thoughts, hopes, and dreams. And if he could give hope to one, even if it meant doing something he fear more than anything, he would.
“Kami-sama, I must be stupid...” Ranma mentally groaned as he continued to wash Jetta’s spine, his hands being VERY careful as to not touch a certain ‘sexual stimulation spot’ he had made the mistake of playing with the first time since he got to this world. True, he wouldn’t mind playing with it now, but he had to save his strength. He still had that new pokégirl to tame and bond, and he didn’t want to use up all his strength spoiling Jetta... Although that wouldn’t have been too bad if it DID happen.
Smiling, Jetta was enjoying the ministrations he master did as he worked the shampoo into her fur. Still, the silence was getting to her. She KNEW he had just tried to ask something, but he just... Sputtered out and went silent. Was something bothering him? Was it because of her? “Ranma?” Jetta asked cautiously, since she COULD use his name and knew he preferred that to the title of ‘Master’.
Blinking his eyes, Ranma intelligently asked, “Huh?”
“Ranma,” Jetta spoke up again. “We’re you trying to ask me something?”
After a moment, Ranma blinked. “What makes you say that?”
“You had called my name to get my attention before,” Jetta said. She murred a little as she felt Ranma press his hand harder against her back, yet not hurting her. “Is there something you wanted to ask me?”
Ranma sighed. Damn. How the hell do you tell someone if everything you might have done for them was because you just pitied them so damn much?
Sadly, Ranma couldn’t think of anything to convey his feelings in this case. He just wanted his pokégirl to feel good; wanted her to be happy. And he knew his own thoughts on the subject just might depress the hell out of the poor Lupina.
Frowning a little, Jetta could tell something was seriously bothering her master. She could feel it over the bond. “Master? What’s wrong?”
Sighing, Ranma knew he had to tell her something, anything to get her off his back. “Well, Jetta...” Ranma started slowly, trying to think of anything. He then smirked as a thought hit him. She was rather enjoying this shower. “When was the last time you had a shower, hmm?” He managed to smile a bit more as he teased, “Someone was smelling rather stinky until I got her in her.” Yep! Light-insults! A classic tenant of the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. God bless martial arts! They always saved his ass...
...Unless he was being blackmailed by Nabiki...
...Or forced to deal with insane kendoists and gymnasts who refused to understand his curse...
...Or dealing with stupid pompous, overweight, panda-bastard fathers who got their sons in trouble with numerous fiancées.
...
Okay, so there were A LOT of things martial arts couldn’t help him with! But darn it, it was helping him here! Or at least he thought so.
Blushing a little, Jetta shook her head lightly. “Actually, Ranma, I’m not sure.”
“Eh?” Ranma asked, not expecting that answer.
Sighing a little Jetta turned her head to look at Ranma. “I can’t remember the last time I was actually in a shower,” She admitted with a blush. “Been years since I actually had a Tamer use soap or shampoo or any cleaning products on me.”
Ranma’s eye twitched a little. “You’re kidding me, right?”
Jetta shook her head. “No, Ranma,” She said seriously. “Tamer’s usually don’t think about their pokégirls’ hygiene as much as they should. They tend look make sure they have stuff for themselves, but pokégirls are an after-thought.”
Ranma blinked. “Are you putting me on?”
“No, Ranma,” Jetta said seriously. “Something in the PokéBalls deodorizes us while we’re in them so we don’t’ smell, but we never really get ‘cleaned’,” She shrugged her shoulders. “And since we don’t stink, Tamers don’t care if we’re really clean or not.”
His eye twitching considerably, Ranma frowned. True, while on the road he didn’t get to bathe or brush his teeth as regularly as he would have liked, but to hear that these girls didn’t get a chance to get cleaned up just because their Tamers didn’t think to was just wrong to him. “Yeesh, the more I hear about this world, the more I gotta say one thing.”
“Oh?” Jetta asked as she raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
Frowning, Ranma said, “The people here are so goddamn stupid!”
Blinking her eyes a little bit at Ranma’s statement, a smile soon appeared on the Lupina’s face. Soon, Jetta had to raise her hand in an effort to keep from laughing, (and failing miserably at it).
Staring at the Lupina who was giggling at this, Ranma could only ask, “What’s so funny?”
“You are, Ranma,” Jetta admitted with a smile. “You know how refreshing it is to hear someone tell it like it is?” She asked.
“Uh, not really,” Ranma said. He looked at Jetta. “What, you mean people here really are that goddamn stupid!?”
Turning around to face her Tamer, Jetta took a moment to revel in the feel of the warm water hitting her back, “Well, Ranma, technology had made keeping and raising pokégirls like myself rather easy,” Jetta said. “So I guess it’s not surprising that almost anyone with an eighth of a brain can become a Tamer.”
Blushing a bit as Ranma stared at the Lupina’s breasts, his mind was kept off of thoughts of Taming by the fact that Jetta had just told him. “basically, because it’s so easy to become a Tamer, and because a lot of the work was taken out of it by technology, a lot of people just don’t know how to properly raise their pokégirls?”
“I guess you could say that,” Jetta admitted. “Truth be told you should hear about some of the original Tamers. Like Icarod Mathers.”
“Who?” Ranma asked.
Jetta rolled her eyes. She couldn’t really blame Ranma. After all, he wasn’t from this world, and so probably never heard of Icarod. “Icarod Mathers was a Canadian Soldier, who, in essence, became the very first Pokégirl Tamer. He saved a Growlie from an old foot-trap and she followed him. He tamed her, she stayed loyal. They then traveled around helping people that they could,” Jetta shook her head. “It was a time before PokéBalls, PokéDex, PokéCenters, PokéGirl Leagues, and that god-awful PokéChow. Icarod did everything with his Growlie Pam. They slept together, ate together, fought together, and basically lived life together 24/7.” Jetta smiled. “In a way, he knew what it meant to treat and raise pokégirls; to be a Tamer.”
Ranma chuckled a little bit. “Wow. Another history lesson,” He smirked. “And all this without Gina’s textbooks and being naked in a shower with a gorgeous Lupina.”
Blushing a little bit, Jetta smiled. “Get information whenever you can,” She said seriously. “You know it’s hard to ask us questions when others are around.”
“True enough,” Ranma agreed. Sighing, he walked towards Jetta, not minding the wet fur as he hugged the Lupina tightly to him.
Blushing a little, Jetta asked, “Ranma? Is something wrong?”
Ranma sighed, pressing his head into Jetta’s breasts. “Nothin’.” He said. Although deep down that had made him think. So at one point there was possibly good Tamers. Now, it seemed the majority of them were jackasses. Although Ranma could admit that that Stryyp guy was pretty decent. “Jetta?”
“Yes, Ranma?” Jetta asked.
“Can I just hold ya’?” He asked seriously. “I feel like just holding you.”
Smiling, Jetta murred as she wrapped her arms around her master. “Of course you can, Ranma.”
Sighing in relief, Ranma nuzzled his head into Jetta’s breasts. “Thanks,” He mumbled. He needed to relax. He had been doing the best he could for these girls, but he had to admit deep down that it was getting to him. He was getting tired from Taming and all these PokéBattles, and finally that bit of news Jetta might be pregnant was the final straw. This world was wearing him down. “Hey, Jetta?”
“Yes, Ranma?” Jetta responded.
“Is it unheard of for Tamers to go into periods of hibernation?” Ranma asked dead-serious.
Jetta chuckled. “Sorry, Ranma. Just doesn’t happen. Especially if a Tamer has Vixxens.”
“Damn,” Ranma grumbled. He then blinked his eyes at that last bit the Lupina said. “Vixxen? What’s a Vixxen?”
Looking down at Ranma, Jetta let him rest against her as she told him, “Vixxens are one of the most common types of Fire-type pokégirls you can find,” She smirked. “Those vulpine-girls are also the horniest pokégirls you’ll find. They have incredibly high libidos,” Her smile widened, “Probably more than Tits’s, if you can believe that!”
Ranma chuckled a little. “Sorry about before,” He apologized. “Britanny was so good.”
“It’s all right,” Jetta said assuringly as she rubbed his back in turn. “Besides, you’ve been doing good at spoiling one other pokégirl.”
“I have?” Ranma asked as he looked up. “Who?”
Smiling, Jetta leaned her head forward a little to look into Ranma’s eyes. “Me.” She then kissed him on the lips.
Ranma sighed into the kiss. However, it was assuring to know that she genuinely appreciated everything that he did for her and the rest of the girls. Breaking the kiss, Ranma nuzzled her chest a bit more. “Jetta?”
“Yes, Ranma?” She asked, still attentive of her master.
“Love you,” Ranma admitted. It just made him feel better when he said that, admitting he cared for someone.
Her smile widening Jetta held onto her master tighter. “Love you too.” Yep. Jetta knew now that Ranma was the one for her. She didn’t care anymore if it was considered inappropriate for a Tamer to have an older pokéwoman as his Alpha. She didn’t care if others would think it weird if he kissed and groped her in public. She didn’t care that he was half her age. She cared for her master deeply, that’s all there was to it.
“That’s not very nice, Tanya…”
“Eat me, Megami.”
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