[Episode 143536] [Episode 143536]Both their tents were up and after training Ranko was already snoozing. Right now it was just him and the perverted Professor.
“You’re sighing a lot my boy...” The Professor said as he ate form his can of Kidney Beans, (now with 40% more kidney). “Is something on your mind?”
Looking at the Professor, Ranma gave a reluctant nod. “Yeah...”
Professor Mahogany Stroaks frowned lightly. “Let me guess...” He said slowly. “You want a sexy Pokégirl to Tame, huh?”
“...Actually, it’s deeper than that, Doc.” Ranma softly bit his lip as if wondering if he should say anything.
Raising an eyebrow, Prof. Stroaks put down the half-eaten can and studied the boy sitting on the other side of the campfire. “Is it anything you care to get off your chest?”
Deciding he may as well, Ranma nodded his head. “Yeah... That morning when I got Ranko... When I woke up... My memory was... Well, I felt like I woke up in a place I never had been...” He rubbed his eyes. “Pokégirls, taming and... Everything was like a big blank for a moment until my Mom started talking... It was like I woke up after living after life and was in this one. Like most of my memories are of a place called Nerima, where I’m a martial artist and most people I know either wanna marry me or kill me...”
Shaking his head, Ranma continued, “I dunno why, Doc, but it’s like my brain mostly remembers the life of Ranma Saotome the martial artist and his doings than Ranma Sextome, the son of the great Tamer Genma and Pokéwoman Nodoka, an aspiring Tamer... I still remember the stuff in this life but... The other stuff is there too..”
Professor Stroaks just stared at Ranma for a few quiet moments. “Ranma... It sounds like you had an out of body experience.”
“Huh?” Ranma asked, confused.
“It’s not that uncommon, but I’ve mostly heard of it with coma victims who’ve been asleep for weeks or months on end who dream an entire lifetime and have trouble distinguishing memories of which life is real. But from someone who had a night’s sleep... That’s a rare case... Very rare,” Prof. Stroaks said as he looked at Ranma in a new light. “Did you spend one night watching old martial arts and kung-fu movies or something?”
“Not that. I recall most of the movies I remember watching here are home videos I made...”Ranma blushed. “But then again, the stuff with Hitomi and Ichi got pretty exotic with some martial arts stuff.”
The good, (perverted) PokéProfessor grinned a little. “Nodoka showed me one of the tapes you left downstairs... Those two are QUITE flexible...”
Ranma couldn’t help but blush. “You should’a seen the big orgy one we did...” He reddened more. “And that’s something, cause in that other life I was... Ya’know, timid with getting some... Never got it... But here... I can bang my Mom till she’s rolling her eyes in exhaustion for cripes sake... I just feel awkward, Doc... like I know this’s my life, but there’s this other life’s memories lingering in my head.”
“That’s probably another reason I was happy to take Ranko,” Ranma added, almost as an afterthought. “Not just cause she has great fighting potential, but with how I feel, I’d probably perform lousy... Heck it’s why I kinda dodged Mom when she was being frisky... I got these memories of putting girls into orgasm comas but... They’re like... Conflicting with the rest.”
Scratching his chin in thought about this, Prof. Stroaks continued to look at the younger man sitting across from him. This did make sense as to why he seemed ‘off’ as of late. “Perhaps on your journey you should take a stop in Muffron City. Setsuna, a powerful Psychic, may be able to help put this at ease...” He said seriously.
On another note Stroaks was relieved this proved Ranma wasn’t turning toward homosexuality... And he knew Nodoka would be happy to know that as well. Once Setsuna took a look into his noggin and deciphered what was wrong and took care of it, he was pretty sure the young pigtailed Tamer would be back to his regular self, ready to fuck Pokégirls senseless!
“...Ya’know, I just may Doc!” Ranma smiled a little. “Thanx for..understanding...”
Sitting back as the fire crackled, Prof. Stroaks smirked a little to himself. “You know, Ranma...” He said slowly. “You aren’t the only one that has trouble discerning himself from time-to-time...”
“Oh?” Ranma looked up, interested.
Prof. Stroaks nodded his head. “Hell, when I was maybe just a year or two older than you when I had my life thrown for quite the loop, you see...”
Ranma sat up straight, looking at the good, (perverted) professor in interest. “What happened?”
“Well...” Stroaks said slowly, “It was maybe a few after I graduated from college, I was working as a teacher’s aide briefly. At the behest of a few of my fellow colleagues, I heeded their suggestions and took some vacation time. So I scheduled a trip to the Orange Islands... How different my life would have been if I had chosen a simple fishing trip, a mountain climbing adventure, or just a PokéGirl expedition to get some new booty to tap...” Pro, Stroaks said forlornly. “What would have occurred if I had gone elsewhere than a quick three hour tour of those very islands so that I could choose where to visit?”
“So you’re saying something happened at the Orange Islands?” Ranma asked curiously.
“No,” Stroaks said. “Things didn’t go as planned and we never made it to the Orange Islands at all... The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed, if not for the stupidity of that dumbass crew then we wouldn’t have gotten lost. We wouldn’t have gotten lost...” He groaned in agitation.
Raising an eyebrow, Ranma wondered what this building up too
“Spending five years on an uncharted desert isle with Gilligan... The Skipper too... The Millionaire, and his wife... The Movie Star... And Marry Anne... Was an unhappy bit in my life, let me tell you,” Stroaks said seriously.
Ranma face-faulted, but upon getting back up to a sitting position, he nodded. “Man, that sucks.”
“Indeed. Hell, at the time I had never even camped out before, and there I was ‘roughing it’!” Prof. Stroaks said, holding his arms up for emphasis. “And trying to put together electrical generators and radios with bits of wood, vines, palm leaves, and coconuts wasn’t fun either... And let me say that there were equal amounts of frustration and amusement from watching the antics of the little social experiment around me. An odd group too, especially that Gilligan...”
“I see...” Ranma mused.
When he was sure Ranma had sufficient time to digest that into, the Professor continued, “There were many things that occurred on the island that I’m not proud of and refuse to revisit. When we finally left, I had two pokégirls. Yes, the two girls who had been with us had been through Threshold. I could have stopped them. I could have kept them separated and thereby they wouldn’t have been further triggering each other. Instead I actually encouraged it...” Prof. Stroaks said ashamedly.
“Oh...” Ranma said, visibly wincing. “Well... Considering the situation... I guess I’d be wanting to get laid too,” Ranma reasoned to help the Doc feel a bit better.
“No, it wasn’t only because of that...” Left unsaid was that wanting to get laid DID make it easier for him to do such to Maryanne and Ginger. “It was a different world, then...” Stroaks said slowly. “Because of a Tigress known as Mao Shin Mao... Or just ‘Mao’... The Pokégirl Rights Movement was derailed... No, worse than that,” Stroaks shook his head. “Pokégirls were being killed if they showed any signs of independence and had no set Tamer. Humans may lack the powers of pokégirls but when our very survival is being threatened and with the pictures of what was left of the townsfolk who had resisted fresh in the minds of the populace...” Stroaks sighed. “Basically, I felt it better to keep them under control. MY control.”
Sighing, The Professor leaned back a little. I’ve not always been a good man, Ranma,” Prof. Stroaks said seriously. “I guess you could say that deep-down, I’m just an old coward. I purposely helped two girls threshold into PokéGirls just to have my own form of protection for when I would return to civilization...”
“I don’t see it that way, Doc... If you didn’t take ’em under your wing who knows what might’a happened to ’em?” Ranma reasoned. “Sure, ya may feel rotten for forcing the threshold but... Well, from what I know from history class... Life can be cruel and suck ass.”
“That’s all well and good, but I forced their Threshold. They could have been HUMANS and I made them turn!” He held up his hands, staring at them as if they were damnable things. He lowered them down and sighed. “You got that right though...” He chuckled. “Life CAN suck. And that’s why I want to help you...” He said seriously. “Those days on the island... They do feel like another life to me now, like it wasn’t me at all...”
Ranma reached over and pat the old man on the shoulder. “Well, Doc... Whatever you feel bout yerself, I ain’t gonna damn ya for it... Besides I’m grateful yer not thinking I’m nuts after telling ya why I’ve been chickening out of it.”
“Thanks...” Stroaks said quietly. “And it’s no big deal about helping you, I’m just telling you why I understand. I’ve tried to distance myself from how I used to be... It feels like a whole different life from me now...”
“Well Doc, at least ya feel guilty for forcing those girls... That proves yer an alright guy. A real fucktard would’a felt no remorse.”
The professor smirked at that. “Funny you should mention... The millionaire, Thurston Howell, apparently had felt some guilt after all, and as he had been the one to convince me to let Maryanne and Ginger be triggered and go through Threshold... He left me a small fortune of riches when both he and his wife passed on...” He smirked as Ranma stared at him. “How do you think I managed to have such a nice home and continue to experiment and research?”
Blinking his eyes a few times, Ranma managed to shake off the surprise. “Heh, well ain’t that something? Say, Doc, I wonder... If it ain’t too personal... When’s the first time you got laid?”
Stroaks smirked. “On the island, about three months before we were finally rescued,” The aged PokéGirl Researcher admitted. “Meaning you got laid younger then I was when I did.”
“I’m still trying to remember if it was Ami or Mom I ended up losing my cherry to... Probably Ami, cause we did all the ‘explorative’ crap as kids.”
Stroaks smirked. “Ah, the ‘innocence’ of youth.”
“I was hardly innocent...” Ranma blushed at the naughty memories.
Stroaks chuckled. “Played PokéDoctor, did you?”
“Lord, now that I recall it, I can’t believe I was teaching Akane the ‘bend over’ move... And I helped Ichi corrupt her sister... Oh boy...”
The PokéGirl Researcher laughed heartily. “Boy, you sure were a healthy kid!”
“You dunno the half of it...” Ranma groaned. “It was like I was born with pervert genes and they just got nurtured.” With his Mother, that was a given.
“Ranma, the only thing perverted in this day and age is incest and...” Stroaks blinked his eyes and laughed. “Never mind!”
Ranma face-palmed. “Yeeeeaaaaah, my point being. And u’know frankly. now that I’ve gotten back more of my memories, I ain’t so... Weirded out by it... Heck, I feel guilty for making excuses when Mom put the moves on me this week.”
The older man nodded his head. “Well, it’s not really recommended for one to Tame family members...” He smirked. “But with YOUR mom, I wouldn’t blame you!”
Ranma blushed. “She taught me a lot... I have to admit, besides ‘working out’ with my friends... She helped me improve my technique.”
The good, (perverted) Stroaks grinned. “Hope you don’t mind me taking ‘lessons’ from her while you’re off on your journey.”
Ranma had a mildly sour look. “...Well alright... She’ll get lonely while I’m gone and she needs attention... Don’t disappoint me, Doc.” He smiled to show he didn’t mind. Oh, and Doc... Li’l advice... The spot right before the ball-joint where her neck is... Lick or apply pressure there and she will melt.”
Grinning widely, Stroaks honestly said, “Thank you.” Hey, it was difficult to find the precise ’pleasure points’ on the nearly-human PokéGirls and PokéWomen. The only ones with a really ‘set’ location were the Fighting-types of Amazon descent.
“No prob,” Ranma reclined against the tree he was sitting against.
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