[Episode 143005] [Episode 143005]His mother had detained him most of the day, being all touchy and feely... Recalling events as she sat in his lap and made him look through the family photo-album...
And when his mom’s Bridge Club came over, his mother made him stay to serve snacks and drinks, and basically be a focal point of conversation for the gossiping PokéWomen. It embarrassed the hell out of him!
After all that BS, his mother turned around and chided him for being unmanly and being late to get to Professor Stroak’s on time to pick up a PokéGirl. Not that Ranma really cared about being a Tamer one way or another, but his mom seemed so dead-set on it... And really, best NOT to piss her off. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew he needed to keep his mom calm, so he’d at least have SOMEONE on his side.
Getting further away from town, Ranma’s view started to gather that of a rather large building in the distance. Definitely not a mansion... But it had one hell of a telescope coming out from the domed roof!
“That’s gotta be the place!” Ranma thought. It just had to be Prof. Mahogany Stroak’s Lab! Kicking it into an even higher gear, Ranma closed the distance of five-hundred yards in about two-seconds flat as he rang the doorbell like a wild person, ringing the doorbell thirty times within the span of a minute...
...And got knocked back flat on his ass as the door opened. Groaning a little, Ranma looked up and saw a rather fur-covered woman. The aqueous fox/squirrel-girl seemed more than a little agitated. Her hair was out of place and there was a definite blush of red to her cheeks.
Three things happened then. The first was that Ranma got the strange feeling in the back of his head from the sight of her. He didn’t know how, but he knew she was a pokégirl... A ‘Vaporita’.
The second was that when Ranma considered it, she had probably just been interrupted while being ‘Tamed’. She had a fresh sheen of sweat on her fur to compliment the blush and mussed hair, and her musk was still fresh and had the distinct aroma of semen mixed in it.
The third and most important thing Ranma realized, was that she was looking very, VERY PISSED OFF!!!
“What do you want?” The PokéGirl asked as she stared down at the human man on his ass. “This had better be important league business, or I am going to-”
“I’matamerhereformypokégirl!” Ranma blurted out as he held up his hands, waving them in a warding gesture.
Suffice to say, it was enough to bring the Vaporita out of her anger and into that of confusion. “...What?”
“Uh, sorry,” Ranma said sincerely, wincing, and expecting to be hit. His memories he had of Akane... The non-perverted ones anyway, gave Ranma an idea of what an angry female was capable of.
Looking down at the shivering teenager, the Vaporita gave off a sigh of annoyance. “Look, just tell me why you’re here, okay? I’m not going to harm you.”
“I’m Ranma Sextome, an aspiring PokéGirl Tamer from town,” Ranma said as he got back to his feet. “I’m here for my starter pokégirl.”
The Vaporita blinked her eyes as she stared at the young, and admirably handsome young man. “You’re here for your stater pokégirl?”
Ranma nodded his head. “Well, yeah. Prof. Stroaks is the sponsor for Phallus Town Tamers, isn’t he?”
“He is, but...” The Vaporita sighed. “Look, come inside. The professor can explain this better than I can.”
“Sure, Ranma said as he saw the Vaporita turn and start walking inside. Following the pokégirl inside and closing the door behind him, Ranma through the professor’s home. As he looked about, Ranma couldn’t help but notice how nicely furnished the place was. There were works of art and furniture that look incredibly gaudy... Meaning it HAD to be worth a lot of cash.
It didn’t take much longer before the Vaporita lead Ranma to a hallway. Opening a set of double-doors, revealing a spacious bedroom with a large bed and an ‘interesting’ set of restraints and playsets, (was that a tire-swing?) the Vaporita said, “Someone’s here to see you master!”
“What?” Stroaks asked as he lay in the bed, blanket over him. “Who the hell’s here at this hour?”
Coming into view, a nervous Ranma feebly waved his hand. “Uh... Hi, Professor.”
“Ranma? You actually made it?” Stroaks said as he got off from the bed, throwing the blanket off of himself...
...And showing off his completely naked and wrinkly form.
“GAAAAAAAAHH!!! MY EYES! GOOD GOD, MY EYES!” Ranma screamed in utter horror as he fell to the ground, clawing at his eyes. “THEY BURN!!!”
Looking down at Ranma, the Vaporita blinked her eyes. This Tamer seemed to fall down a lot. Maybe he had the Blood Curse of Clumsy?
Wincing from the high-pitched squeal of Ranma’s shrieking, Professor Mahogany Stroaks covered his ears as he went over to the closet. “Oh, quit it, you whiny bitch,” Prof. Stroaks grumbled as he opened it and looked through for something comfy. Taking out a white terrycloth bathrobe, Stroaks made himself decent. “You can look now,” the professor shouted out louder than Ranma was screaming.
Slowly, Ranma stopped convulsing. He twitched on the floor for a moment more before he stopped screaming bloody murder and opened his eyes slowly. “...I think I’m blind...”
The Vaporita rolled her eyes. Her master was right. This one was a whiny bitch.
“Now, now, Mr. Sextome...” Prof. Mahogany Stroaks said. “What you do with your retinas you do on your own time. Just tell me what you’re doing here. I’m a very busy man, you know.”
“VERY busy,” The Vaporita agreed.
“Okay, okay, SORRY!” Ranma groaned as he tried to once again get to his feet, blinking his eyes to get his impaired vision back on track. “I know it’s kinda late, but I was hoping I could get my starter pokégirl now...”
“Uh, Sextome, my lad,” The Professor began as he looked seriously at the eighteen-year-old. “You DO know that the New Tamers ceremony was YESTERDAY, right?”
“WHAT!?” Ranma gasped, his eyes widening as they allowed him to stare at the professor of pokégirls in shock.
“Yes,” Prof. Stroaks said. “We gave all of them out yesterday to aspiring RESPONSIBLE Tamers who came on time, and took the time to carefully choose the pokégirl suited for them as a possible Alpha PokéGirl. I’ve already handed out the Eva, Peekabu, Squirtitty, CharAmanda, and Boobisaur the League sent me to look after until they were old enough for Tamers to take with them.”
As his mind processed that information, Ranma sunk down to sitting on the floor. While a part of him was happy he was getting out of this, he knew his mother was going to be SO disappointed in him, calling him irresponsible, and unmanly...
Oh God! He remembered now! She and his father made him sign/fingerpaint a contract when he was five! If he didn’t get a pokégirl and head out when he was old enough to become a PokéGirl Tamer, he would have to commit Seppuku!
Or was he confusing memories now, mixing what he thought happened with what also could have happened?
...
......
.........
Crap! He didn’t know, and frankly, he DIDN’T want to know!
Looking up at Stroaks pleadingly, Ranma asked the aged PokéGirl Researcher, “What should I do?”
Looking down at Ranma, Prof. Stroaks let out a sigh. This was why he was the sponsor of these Phallus Town rejects. He was a good, (perverted) professor, always kind-hearted and taking pity on these backwater inbred-rejects that Phallus Town produced.
“Ranma, you should realize I don’t have any pokégirls on hand right now...” Stroaks said as he moved over to his desk. Pulling back the chair, the professor told Ranma as he sat down, “But I do have an idea of where you can get one...”
This news caused Ranma to cheer up brightly. “You do?”
Nodding his head, Stroaks answered, “I do.” He took out a pen and paper and started writing. “Vaporita?”
“Yes, master?” the Vaporita asked as she watched her master writing down what appeared to be a letter.
“Fetch Sextome here a PokéDex and PokéBell with three PokéBalls from the lab. We’re going to get him settled into the role of being a Tamer,” Stroaks said seriously.
Nodding her head, the Vaporita answered, “Right away.” And she was off to get Ranma his supplies.
Ranma blinked his eyes as he sat there, unbelieving of what was going on. “Y-you’re gonna help me?”
“Of course,” Stroaks said. “Really, you should’ve come in yesterday though...” Be said seriously. “You’re just lucky I know someone that owes me a favor is in the position to give you a pokégirl.”
Wincing, Ranma muttered an apology and thanks to Prof. Stroaks.
“No biggie,” Stroaks said as he finished writing a letter. Swiveling his chair to face Ranma, he reached his hand out towards Ranma. “Take this, it’ll explain everything, and that person will help you get yourself a pokégirl.”
Nodding his head, Ranma smiled. Now he’d get a pokégirl and his mother wouldn’t kill him. JOY!
However, he blinked his eyes in surprise as he read the letter. He realized that he had to go see...
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