[Episode 144115] [Episode 144115]Stroaks damn well knew that the world was an unhappy place, for all that people tried to make it out to be (himself included, he noted wryly). He knew that there were thieves, there were murderers, and there were rapists. Still, his blessed, perverted heart cried when he reviewed the facts that he had discovered from the examination of the Panthress kit.
The girl had obviously been through some bad scrapes, as evidenced by the deep cuts and severe bruising that was displayed even through the kit's dark fur; hell, Ranko's "boot to the head" was tame compared to some of the other wounds, which might have been permanent if he did not have the state of the art healing equipment he had. DNA testing showed that the girl's genetic material had been tampered with, but how, he knew not. The girl was still, for the most part, a Panthress. However, the most sickening part, though the good doctor half expected it, was that the girl had been sexually abused, and extremely roughly at that, judging by the bruising in and around her sex and anus, though no foreign fluids could be found. All of the evidence pointed at one conclusion.
THe bastard that had done this knew what he (or she) was doing. For some reason, someone had intended to force her into evolving into a Panthress, a darkness/fighting type Pokégirl, internationally known to be a hate filled beast.
It would have made a lesser man cry.
Fortunately, for all the posturing and whining that Stroaks did, he was not a lesser man. He may appear to be cowardly and overly concerned with the more enjoyable parts of studying Pokégirls, but he could harden his heart and do things that would make some gasp in shock. He was professional throughout the examination, and kept the kit sedated and bound.
His next task was to then report the appearance of the Panthress, then exterminate her, but here his hardened heart failed.
How could he destroy a defenseless kit like her? She was only a child, she had no way to stop what had happened to her.
But yet, there was a reason why dangerous Pokégirls like the Panthress or the Widow were to be exterminated on sight: they were too dangerous to let live.
Outside, the young tamer, barefoot and dressed in jeans and a white shirt, was showing his pokékit his mysteriously acquired martial arts. The Tigress, usually chipper and overly enthusiastic in her training, was sedate and moving lethargicly, not going through the form properly. After several minutes of her continuing to make mistakes, the dark-haired boy stopped, and began questioning her.
Stroaks watched as the two conversed, the tamer having a stern look on his face, and the Tigress fidgeting anxiously. After a while, the boy's face changed to one of empathy, and he knelt down and wrapped the kit in a loose hug, kissing her on the forehead. THe Tigress melted into his embrace, though still somber.
The old professor blinked as an idea came to his head, and thus rushed to a vidphone.
* * *
The visage on the screen was anything but beautiful. In fact, a much more appropriate adjective to use would most likely be something like grotesque or revolting; any word that would aptly explain why someone would defenestrate themselves when the person matching said descriptor enters a room would suffice.
"Well, well... Professor Mahogany Stroaks... what a pleasant surprise!" The browned, wrinkled woman greeted with a smile on her face. Stroaks narrowly avoided grimacing at the usually friendly gesture.
"It's always a pleasure to speak with you, Elder Cologne," he responded, wincing as the elder laughed in response.
"Stroaks, Stroaks... we both know that you never consider it 'pleasing' to see my face..." the ancient Herochan cackled. "What is it you need, boy?"
Stroaks nodded seriously. "Late last night, as I was traveling to Viridick City with a tamer, we encountered the Feral that was terrorizing the routes. Fortunately, the Feral was quickly subdued, and taken to my lab." At Cologne's nod of understanding, Stroaks continued. "The Feral happened to be a Panthress..."
Colonge frowned, which was marginally better than her smile. "Well, that is troubling. I assume that you are about to destroy the Panthress?"
The professor nervously took a deep breath, readying himself for the oncoming argument. "About that... I don't want to."
The look that the Herochan leader gave him could destroy corpses, even through the electronic device. "You had better explain, Professor. We both know that that was no joke."
Stroaks gulped, and babbled, "Yes... yes... well, you see, the fact of the matter, is that... er... according to my..."
Cologne sighed, and let go of her Scary Face technique. "Stop babbling, you old fool, and explain yourself."
The professor, slightly offended by the ancient Herochan calling him "old", yet glad that she was at least giving him a chance, plunged on. "I had examined her carefully, and made several conclusions. One, she's barely fourteen years old."
The poké... ghoul... blinked. "Fourteen? A kit?"
Comforted by the fact that he managed to startle Cologne, he plunged on. "Also, as you will see in the report that I shall send to you, this kit had been abused, physically, sexually, and, of course, emotionally, with evidence that the abuse was intentional."
Cologne frowned sharply. "So the original... 'tamer'..." she said with distaste, "knew what he was doing. Still, even counting the fact that she is a pokékit, why should she live? She is still feral, and I strongly disapprove you taming her to snap her out of it."
Stroaks paused for a moment, then decided to go for it. "I want to give her to a tamer."
Few have had the opportunity to anger the ancient Herochan; fewer have managed to dumbfound her. Stroaks had just became the first person to do both at the same time. "WHAAAAAAAAT?!?" she screeched, beginning a tirade so full of harsh words and imaginative threats that it caused Stroaks to cover his ears.
"IcanexplainIcanexplain!" he quickly stammered. When he saw that the pokéghoul, though livid, was not screaming out for his immediate castration, began. "You see, this give us a valuable opportunity to study the, er, psychology of a younger specimen of a Pokégirl that is widely known to be unstable and violent." Cologne said nothing, which Stroaks hoped was encouragement for him to continue, and plunged forward. "My theory is, even the most dangerous Pokégirls, when given to Tamers as Pokékits, will become less volatile and easier to handle when they mature into PokéGirls."
Cologne continued to stare at the professor, causing him to fidget, before asking, "Do you have anyone in mind?"
Stroaks blinked, before accepting it as good news. "The tamer I was with when she was apprehended."
Cologne frowned. "How experienced is he?" Stroaks groaned mentally; she would not like his response.
"He has been a tamer for less than a week."
The Herochan shook her head firmly. "Out of the question, Stroaks. There is no way he would be able to handle her. He's more likely to cause even more of a mess with her."
"Cologne, please!" he begged. "Ranma Sextome is more than capable to raise the kit!"
Cologne's brow arched. "'Sextome'? As in 'Genma Sextome'?" At the professor's nod, she shook her head. "Even worse! Genma was a stupid fool who relied on luck and his physical ability to get out of trouble! The apple does not fall far from the tree, Stroaks."
"Listen, I know Ranma's better than Genma! He's already trained his girl to level seven!" Cologne "hmmed" at that. "And he's treated his alpha with more care than you could imagine from Genma's ilk!
"... And he knows Kung-Fu." he added in desperation.
"... Kung-Fu?" Cologne asked with mild amusement. Stroaks shrugged.
"Well, I think it is. Besides, with the kit that he's already training, he'll do fine with the Panthress." The pokéghoul's eyes widened.
"'The kit that he's already training'... you mean that he got her child...?" After a few moments, Cologne cackled. "Oh, this should be amusing. However, even if I agree to your insane plan, what makes you think I would do it?"
Stroaks smiled sickly. "Remember that summer, thirty years ago...?" Cologne glared.
"Oh please! You agreed to do it!"
"You know what we agreed on, Elder!" the professor whined. "I'm calling it now!"
Cologne sighed. "Fine, but don't count the Four or the Shadow League to agree... Though maybe I could enlist her help..." she muttered to herself, before turning off the signal. On his side of the screen, Stroaks sighed in relief.
* * *
Ranma blinked as the Vaporita showed him inside. "Woah, you're not covered this time," he muttered, ignoring the aqueous Pokégirl giving him the finger before showing him to where the Professor was waiting.
The professor was fiddling around with a computer when the tamer came in. "Yo, Professor! What didja want?" Ranma asked.
"Ah, thank you for coming," he responded, clasping his hands. Stroaks blinked as he looked around Ranma. "Hm, where's Ranko?"
Ranma frowned and rubbed the base of his pigtail. "Well, Ranko's still feelin' down about the Panthress thing, so I decided to leave her home for a bit. Besides, Mom wanted to spend time with her." Ranma then blinked. "Although, I get the feelin' that was a bad move..."
* * *
"... And you see, Ranko, the best way to get maximum penetration is to be in this position," the red-headed pokéwoman indicated with her hands, "while moving backwards while he is thrusting. This way, your master can get more pleasure."
The Tigress could only blush deeply as she stared at the video that her Tamer's mother was showing. She was suddenly glad that she was still a kit, because she had the feeling that she wouldn't survive that monster!
It probably wouldn't be so bad if the video wasn't a recording of her master having sex. Even stranger was the fact that Ranma was having sex with his own mother in the video! It was made worse by the fact that Nodoka was giving a "director's commentary" throughout the performance.
"Ah, now you see us in the 'missionary position'. This allows Ranma to take control, as you can see by his excellent hip motion," Nodoka commented, before getting a starry eyed look. "My manly son, learning so much after his father died! How noble, my little sex samurai!"
Ranko's blush could easily illuminate half of Phallus Town at that point.
* * *
Ranma shivered a bit, then turned towards the professor. "Anyways, what's up?"
Stroaks was silent for a few moments. He walked about the room a bit, then turned to Ranma. "The usual procedure concerning dangerous Pokégirls is immediate destruction," he stated bluntly.
Ranma blinked, before snarling, "But Professor! She's just a kit!"
"It's sad, we know, but it's better than letting those crazy girls kill people," the Vaporita countered, not entirely comfortable with killing the Professor's mysterious guest.
"We may not have to." Ranma and the Vaporita blinked in shock, and whipped their heads to the professor, who had possibly the most serious look on his face than they had ever seen him possess. "I talked to the League, and they authorized me to perform an experiment.
"Basically, we're going to see if a younger Panthress can become suitable for normal life through 'Tender Loving Care'," he explained. "And I want you to try to... cuddle her."
Ranma was silent, then asked, "D'ya think it'll work?"
Stroaks snorted. "Hell no." He chuckled, and look straight at Ranma's annoyed gaze. "But might as well try."
Ranma's glare continued for a while, then he looked down and sighed. "Eh, maybe if it works, then Ranko won't be so sad," he muttered.
Stroaks and the Vaporeon blinked. "You're going to do it?" the Pokégirl asked incredulously. "She might tear you apart!"
The proud tamer narrowed his eyes. "Hey, Ranma Sextome can do anything!" Though the thought of being eviscerated by a kit was both sobering and embarrassing to him, Ranma was either braver than people would grant him, or was just being direly affected by his bloodcurse.
The professor threw up his hands. "Well, you've surprised me too many times this past week; let's see if you pull another miracle out your ass." He turned towards a heavily reinforced door. "That's where she is; she's restrained, and will be sedated for another twenty minutes. I would suggest untieing her, so that she's not too scared when she wakes up."
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