[Episode 143361] [Episode 143361]Blinking his eyes, Ranma stared at the professor like he was nuts. “And what are you doing giving people Pokékits!?” He asked. And, how the heck did he know about what Pokékits were? He mentally grabbed the sides of his head. Stupid screwed up memories.
“Well, Ranma, the thing is she’s fourteen-years-old, so she’s ‘legally’ a PokéGirl by law...” Prof. Stroaks told him. “But physically and mentally, she’s still only PokéKit.” He sighed. “But because of her age, the League says I have to send her off to a Tamer.”
Ranma groaned and rubbed his forehead. Why did crap like this always happen to him? “You don’t have a choice, huh?”
“No, I don’t,” Prof. Stroaks said. “But you do. Look, you’re a healthy young man, and I’m pretty sure you can't wait to start Taming PokéGirls. How about you take one of the others? The Vixxen, I’m pretty sure will love to be your cumslut.”
Ranma grimaced, those Swiss-cheesed memories were still fucked up. “Well...” He started as a revelation came to him. “How about I see the Tigress?” He asked. If he had to be a Tamer, he might as well see all prospects available.
“I don’t see why not,” Stroaks said as he walked over to the table where five PokéBalls were placed on a molded-tray as to hold them in spherical spots so they wouldn’t move. He took out the one in the middle of the row and held it up. Pointing it towards an open area, the older man called out, “Ranko! I Screw You!”
And there was a beam of red light that shot out, light which molded and took the form of a young Tigress...
With ample bosom...
Luscious red and black-striped fur...
A long and cute swaying tail above her curved ass...
Piercing blue eyes...
A cute pair of cat ears atop her mop of red hair done in a...
A...
...
...Pigtail?
Holy crap, it was his curse!
After staring for a moment, Ranma took a little notice of something unusual. The girl was VERY short. Even shorter than his cursed form was.
“Meet, Ranko,” Prof. Stroaks said, ignoring the shell-shocked Ranma. “She’s a fourteen-year-old Tigress for Cerulesbian City. She is a special case, you see. She was parthenogeneticly born, or ‘self-cloned’ from her mother, who was a Tigress PokéGirl at the time.”
Okay, so she was cloned from a Pokégirl, or was it a Pokéwoman? His frazzled mind couldn’t think straight at that moment. “Okay...” He said slowly, looking at the small Pokegirl, ‘Pokékit!’ his mind screamed to him.
The small Tigress Pokékit looked up at Ranma with expressive and... Fearful(?) sapphire eyes. “Are... You going to be my Master?” She asked, sounding very hesitant. Could one blame her though? She was still a Pokékit, even if the law said she was a Pokégirl. Her body didn’t require Taming yet, and she was going to be forced into such a situation!
Ranma winced at the tone of voice. He knew that nearly anyone else would force the girl to go through a (extremely) fearful and more-than-likely unpleasant taming. Well, there wasn’t much he could do...
...Except take the girl and be her master, if only to protect her from the other Tamers out there.
“What can I say?” Stroaks asked, taking Ranma’s scrutinizing attention of the Tigress as consideration of an Alpha... Which, he actually was, just not in the way Stroaks was thinking. “She IS a looker. Give her a month or two, and HOPEFULLY this little Domestic Tigress will hit puberty, and you can screw her all you want.”
Ranko couldn’t help but wince at the thought of becoming someone’s fuck-toy.
Ranma looked at the good, (well, perverted) professor and nodded. “Sure,” He said. Though, he definitely wasn’t going to force the girl to do what she didn’t want to do.
Prof. Stroaks nodded his head. “Excellent. And don’t feel bad about her being too immature for Taming. In the meantime, she’ll still be good for PokéBattles.” He looked at the young Tigress appraisingly, “Why, she’s a natural at fighting. Even though she’s only A Level 1 PokéKit, but you’d swear she was a Level 10 already! Imagine how strong she’ll be as she grows in levels!” He declared excitedly.
Now, even though she was nervous, Ranko couldn’t help but smile. It was true, she was a VERY strong Pokékit. The memories she had of her ‘mother’ from when she was old enough to remember, told her she could one day become as powerful as she was.
Ranma nodded, internally grateful that the girl was, in fact, very strong. “Cool,” He said, looking at Ranko and smiling. No, he wouldn’t force the girl into something that would haunt her. It wasn’t like he was in any hurry to get laid after all.
Prof. Stroaks nodded his head. “Very well, if she is your choice...” He took Ranko’s PokéBall over to a console with him, where another small table was. He took a PokéDex off of the table and put it in a slot in the computer console, and then placed the PokéBall atop the console in a groove made for them. He then started typing on the Keyboard, typing up Ranma’s information. With a loud, ‘Ding’, the PokéDex was ejected. Taking the PokéBall out of it's groove, and the PokéDex out of its slot, the PokéGirl Researcher walked towards the pigtailed man. “Ranma of Phallus Town, you are now a Level 1, PokéGirl Tamer!” He said with a booming voice that proclaimed this title to be a huge honor; hands held out offering Ranma the two items.
Slowly, Ranma nodded his head, taking the PokéDex and the ball from the good, (perverted) professor. “Uhh, sure,” He said, looking at Ranko. “So... Shall we go?” He asked. Left unsaid was that they should get out of the town before the others showed up. He didn’t want people ridi, er, ride, um, making fun of Ranko.
“You can’t go yet,” Prof. Mahogany Stroaks said. “You need to Bond her!”
“What!?” Ranma gasped out. “But I thought she was too young for Taming!?”
“She is,” The Professor of PokéGirls said. “But you have to imprint yourself as the master to the Pokékit. So you need to... ‘Cuddle’ with her.”
The ground shook on impact as Ranma face-faulted at hearing that.
Looking down at Ranma with blinking eyes, Ranko couldn’t help but blush. What a silly Tamer.
After a moment, Ranma got up off the ground, rubbing his forehead. Shee, he was becoming too perverted. Stupid slice-n-diced memories.
“Yes, yes,” Prof. Stroaks said. “I know it’s embarrassing for a Tamer to be nice and hug and be all lovey-dovey, but it’s the ONLY WAY to Bond a Pokékit...” He smirked. “Bet you wish you took the Vixxen now, huh?”
Ranma rubbed his forehead some more. “"No, I honestly thought you meant to tame her.”
Prof. Stroaks smirked. “Boy, you must REALLY have Taming on the brain. It’s not too late, you can still switch her for another.”
Her ears flattening back, Ranko whimpered. It would make sense if he did. What would anyone want with a Tigress they couldn’t fuck?
Ranma then surprised everyone when he stood up, walked over to Ranko, and gave the little Pokékit a hug. “That answer yer question?” He asked.
Prof. Stroaks blinked his eyes.
Ranko blinked her eyes.
Prof. Stroaks blinked his eyes again.
Ranko blinked her eyes again.
There was much blinking going on.
“Holy shit, he’s GAY!” The previously silent Vaporita shrieked out. When the other three stared at her, the Vaporita answered, “Why else would he not mind forgoing Taming, the single-best damn thing about being a PokéGirl Tamer?”
Ranma groaned at hearing that. “No, I’m not gay,” He said, his eye twitching.
Ranko was smiling broadly, pleased at the prospect of a Tamer NEVER bugging her for sex. “We are gay and it’s o-kay! ‘Cause gay means happy and happy means gay! It’s so fun for everyone it’s oka~ay to be gay!” She couldn’t help but sing happily.
Stroaks took one large step AWAY from Ranma.
Ranma sweat-dropped. “If by happy, then yes, if you mean homosexual, then no,” He said, shaking his head. “Hold on a second.” He whispered to Ranko. “Professor, I need to talk to you for a sec.”
“Er, okay...” Stroaks said slowly, perspiring a little in nervousness. Oh God, the boy was coming onto him! He should’ve had his pants on earlier!
Walking over to the professor, Ranma leaned up to the man's ear...
The man tensed. This was it!
“Hey, I got over-worked last night by several dammed sexy Pokégirls and Pokéwomen, I’m still a little worn out man,” Ranma whispered, mentally thanking that he had actually found those videos.
At those words, Stroaks relaxed a little. “Ah, I see...” He looked at Ranma. “But you still need to Bond that Tigress of yours.”
Ranma nodded. “Sure,” He said, walking back over to Ranko and hugging her to him. He then glared lightly at the Vaporita.
The Vaporita winced.
Blinking her eyes for a moment, Ranko relaxed as her Tamer hugged her.
“I suggest you take her to a Taming Room and cuddle her there,” Stroaks said seriously. “It’ll give me time to prepare your gear.”
Ranma nodded. “Sure...” He said, before actually lifting Ranko up and walking out of the room, heading towards the back. Never mind that he didn’t know exactly where he was going, he’d find the room, sooner or later. It wasn't like he’d end up in Turkey or someplace weird like Ryoga would.
It didn’t take long to find the area, what with the sign above the set of double-doors with the bold lettering of ‘TAMING ROOMS’.
Staring up at the huge sign, Ranma blinked, still holding Ranko in his arms. “Most people must be idiots,” He muttered, the pot calling the kettle black.
Ranko didn’t comment. She couldn’t help but curl up in his arms, pressing her head against his shoulder.
Walking in past the set of double-doors, Ranma found a short hallway with three doors on either side. He took the first one on the right. It was a decent sized room with some equipment he recognized from mom's place... And one suspiciously-stained and smelly mattress. He grimaced. “No one ever cleans up.” He muttered, before walking over to a chair in the corner of the room. Well, the wood was actually clean, if a little dusty. Sitting down on it, Ranma looked at Ranko and smiled. “How you feeling?”
“Um... Honestly, a little confused...” The Tigress answered, looking up into her Master’s eyes. “You aren’t gonna Tame me yet, are you?”
Ranma shook his head. “No,” He said softly, holding her to him. “Not until you’re ready.”
Closing her eyes, Ranko visibly relaxed; purring complacently as she continued to rest her head on his right shoulder. “What made you choose me?”
Ranma shrugged, slightly tense from hearing her purr, but he found that it wasn’t as bad as he thought it was. “Not sure really. Thought it might be nice to have a Tigress... Well, I also didn’t want someone to force you to go through a taming.”
Ranko couldn’t help but smile more. “Thank you... Ranma was it?” She asked cutely.
Ranma nodded. “Yeah.”
Ranko smiled. “Ranma and Ranko... Interesting set of names huh?”
Ranma sweat-dropped slightly as he chuckled nervously. “Heh, yeah... Amazing... Uh... Coincidence, huh?”
Smiling, Ranko nodded her head. “Your arms feel nice and strong...” She let out a peaceful sigh.
“Thanks,” Ranma said, softly. "You were worried, huh?”
Ranko nodded her head into the crook of Ranma’s neck. “I knew I was of age... But I don’t need it. I’m still a Pokékit.” She sighed. “I was afraid of being Tamed.”
Ranma nodded at hearing that. Hell, if he had to be in her place, he’d be scared to hell too. And for all he knew, if this was his curse... It COULD have been him, too.
Cuddling closer, Ranko pressed herself against Ranma. “I promise I’ll do my best in PokéBattles, Master...” She said seriously.
Ranma grimaced. The thought of a little girl going out and fighting like that really bothered him. “Well... Let’s make sure you get training first, okay?”
Ranko nodded her head. “Sure. We’ll train Master. I’ll work hard and bust my butt for you to become stronger. I’ll fight bigger, badder, meaner Pokégirls every day!”
Ranma blinked and laughed slightly. Her attitude completely reminded him of his own. “Okay. And when you get really strong, we’ll take all everyone down.”
Sitting up on Ranma’s lap, Ranko purred happily. “I’ll be the best Pokékit you could ever want! I’ll take on all enemy Tamers and kick Pokébutt!”
Ranma grinned. “Good.” He hugged her tightly. “I’ll make sure you get really strong, okay?”
Ranko smiled. “I’ll be the strongest for you... And...” The Tigress Pokékit blushed. “If you want me to, I’ll wear less clothing.” She may not have been ready for Taming, but she KNEW she had a body most would kill for. And the t-shirt and shorts she wore now hid most of her figure.
Ranma shook his head. “Nah, it’s okay.” He said. “You’re still nervous.”
Ranko relaxed a bit more, but felt a little... Guilty. He was going to take on the responsibility of caring for her, and he wasn’t going to be getting any sex out of it. “Thank you...” She said seriously, quietly. She hugged onto him tighter.
Ranma blinked, something was up with her attitude. “Something wrong?”
“Well...” Ranko blushed. “You’re a PokéGirl Tamer. You’re supposed to get lots and lots of steamy, raunchy sex... And I can’t give you any...” She said slowly, sounding almost ashamed of herself.
Ranma rolled his eyes. “Oh, is that all?” He asked, smirking. “So what? At least I get to help you learn and grow.”
“That’s just it,” Ranko said. “I can tell you’re going to take such a responsibility upon yourself... And you deserve something in return.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Ranma said, smiling. "I'm not upset.”
Ranko sighed. “I hope so. Because you need something in return.” It really bugged the young Tigress Pokékit though. He was being such a sweet guy and he wouldn’t be getting anything in return. She HAD to be the best for PokéBattles. She had to be useful to him in SOME way!
Ranma smiled to her. “Hey, you think I’m upset with you?” He asked her seriously.
Ranko nodded her head. “What use am I outside of PokéBattles? So I gotta get strong and get strong fast!”
To that, Ranma shook his head. “Ranko, don’t worry about it,” He said seriously. “Just do your best and that’s all I ask.”
The Tigress Pokékit nodded her head. “I promise, Master!” She hugged him even tighter.
Ranma smiled and hugged back. “Good girl.”
The Pokékit started purring at the praise.
“So... Now what?” Ranma asked her.
The Tigress blushed and asked, “Cuddle? Mew?”
“Sure,” Ranma said, holding her more.
“Mew!” The pigtailed Tigress mewled happily as she continued to press herself against her new owner.
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