[Episode 144712] [Episode 144712]The Tigress mewed sadly and her ears drooped. "I'm sorry, Master..." she muttered pitifully.
Ranma stopped rummaging through the pack to turn to the admonished girl. "Um, I didn't mean it like that," he said. "It's just that I'm runnin' outta clothes for you to wear. Can't you at least not jump into a mess of Pidgies and Titmice again?"
Ranko frowned, but nodded. Ranma chuckled and continued to look for something that would fit the small Tigress.
For the last two hours, Ranko had been continually finding hordes of Pokégirls and starting fights with them, always ending up on the top. It had became harder for her, when Hotaru had tired after thirty minutes and was put back into her Pokéball, but she still continued to leap into combat with full abandon of senses. That was the problem, because she always ended up with shredded clothing and many minor wounds. Because of that, Ranma was quickly running out of things for the Kit to wear and was low on potions to use on the girls after they got into trouble.
Ranma's eyebrow twitched as all he found that could cover her was some lingerie that his mother had snuck into his pack. 'Yeah, right,' he thought as he pulled out one of his own shirts and stuffed the lacy garments into the pack. "Hey, Ranko, I can't find any more clothes for ya," he announced.
Ranko giggled nervously as she mimicked Ranma's usual embarrassed motion. "Um... I guess I could go like I am now..." she stated. Ranma took one look at the remains of her shorts and shirt (now barely covering much of anything) and tossed her the shirt.
"You're gonna hafta wear that like a dress or somethin'," Ranma noted as he turned back around to repack his bag, which helped Ranko preserve any modesty that she should of had if she wasn't universally regarded as a toy and a sex slave. "Maybe ya could use whatever's left of your clothes to-"
A loud baying interrupted his advice, and Ranma jolted to his feet. He glanced at the Tigress, who was now in a rough ready stance, though the sleeves of the shirt she was wearing denied her full use of her hands. She glanced over at her Tamer worriedly.
"Master, what was-" Again, another cry interrupted, only this time it was obviously the voice of a man.
"Damn!" Ranma swore. "Let's go!" he said, hefting the heavy backpack and running to where he heard the cries, Ranko charging after.
A minute or so passed, with Ranma and Ranko pausing every once in a while. Every now and then, a howl would emerge or a incoherent shout would pierce the woods. Strangely enough, the man's voice sounded familiar to Ranma...
Soon, they could hear the struggle more clearly. Ranma blinked as he realized just what he was hearing, but before he could call out a warning to Ranko, she leapt through the final barrier of trees. Ranma's mouth closed, and he slowed down to a walk as he followed Ranko.
When he got through the shield of leaves and branches, the first thing he saw was Ranko who was glowing bright red under her fur and impromptu dress. Ranma could easily understand, for he also saw the two familiar forms.
Ranma grimaced as he realized two things, the first being that he indeed did know the two forms and were currently unaware of the newcomers. "Um, Ranko, let's go over there and wait 'till they finish," he commanded, pointing to the other side of the clearing, where a campsite was halfway erected. Ranko slowly nodded her head, then scurried away.
Glad that Ranko wasn't watching at the moment, Ranma shifted his pants and cursed his bloodgifts. Then, he walked past the pair, who still had not noticed them, and looked at the campsite. The skeleton of a tent was set out, a sleeping bag was unrolled, cans of food were opened and eaten, a campfire was not yet burning, and there was a Tigress who was trying to not stare at the duo in embarrassed curiosity.
Soon, things became quiet, and Ranma turned to see that the two were finished, and laying on the ground in exhaustion. Ranma dropped his own pack, and found a long stick conveniently on the ground next to him. Satisfied, he walked over to one of the figures and readying himself.
Poke. "Hey." Poke. "Hey." Poke. "Hey." Poke. "Hey." Poke. "Hey" Po-
"I got it, I got it..." the man mumbled, trying to grab the offending branch. His face rolled over from where it was buried in the fur of the Pokégirl that he was lying on top of, and Ranma's eyebrow twitched.
"... Ranma?" the tamer asked, blinking several times. Then, he gave him a grin as he rolled over and sat up. "Hey, how're you doing, buddy?"
Ranma's eye twitched as he noticed just how the guy was sitting, and turned his gaze elsewhere. "Not bad, Ryouga. Haven't seen ya in a year," he replied, remembering that, unlike the apparent dream world Ryouga who was a loony psychopath best friend who got lost often, this Ryouga was a more good natured best friend.
"Oh yeah," Ryouga said, not noticing the awkward position he was in, "been going everywhere since I got registered as a Tamer, battling Gyms and that sort of thing." He looked over to the Pokégirl that he was previously taming. "Hey, Checkers, guess who it is?"
Ranma's eye twitched again, having recognized the fur pattern, but not really wanting to believe it. Unfortunately, his memories of a "seeing eye dog" crashed against the memory of Ryouga's first Pokégirl, Checkers the Growlie. Well, Growltit now, judging by the fact that her appearance changed somewhat, and she seemed much stronger.
Checkers slowly got up, exhausted by the taming, and looked behind her to see Ranma looking somewhat... annoyed? "Oh, hi Ranma!" she said merrily.
Ryouga then continued, still not noticing that he was still "wide open". "By the way, what're doing in Celeboner?"
Oh, right, make that "more good natured best friend who still got lost often". "Ryouga... you're on Route One..." Ranma muttered.
Ryouga and Checkers blinked. "... Near Phallus?" Ranma nodded, and Ryouga jumped up to his feet in joy. "All right! Now we can go home!" he cheered.
Finally, Ranma lost it. "Dammit, Ryouga! Put on some freakin' pants!" he shouted, throwing a nearby pair of jeans in Ryouga's face. Ryouga blushed somewhat as he caught the pants with his face, and proceeded to put on the pants. Checkers, however, remained nude, too amused by the situation (and somewhat grumpy at the disappearance of Little Ryouga).
After he got on his pants, Ryouga smacked his fist in an open palm. "That's right! You turned eighteen a few weeks ago!" Ranma blinked as Ryouga grinned at Ryouga. "Hey, man, what kinda sexy girl didja get?" he asked lecherously.
Ranma blinked, then glared. "Hey man, you ain't gonna do anything,"he warned. Ryouga raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms.
"Hey man, I let you have a turn with Checkers when I got her," here, Ranma and Ranko, still unnoticed by the fanged tamer and his Growltit, blushed slightly, "so it's fair share, right?"
Ranma didn't say anything, then he pointed behind him at Ranko, who gave a squeaky mewl. "There she is, but you betta not..."
Ryouga stared at the petite Tigress, who blushed and fidgeted in her oversized longsleeved shirt. All in all, it was a cute picture of innocence.
Ranma noticed the stare that Ryouga was giving, and clambered to his feet with his fist clenched. Checkers too was rushing to her feet, but because she understood the pigtailed tamer's intention.
Ryouga jerked backwards, and blood sprayed out of his nose. Slowly, like a tree, he fell backwards in an stupor.
Meanwhile, Ranma, Ranko, and Checkers blinked, Ranma's fist raised and Checkers almost ready to pounce. "The hell?" Ranma muttered, surprised that this perverted version of Ryouga had gotten a nosebleed.
* * *
About thirty minutes later, the two tamers and the two Alphas were packing up the campsite, and Ryouga's nose was cleaned up. The two friends were also in an argument.
"Come on... take me to Phallus!" Ryouga begged. Ranma sighed.
"Listen, it's taken me two weeks to get out of Phallus!" Ranma growled. The two furry girls were getting along well, ignoring the arguing Tamers as Checkers told Ranko about life on the road.
"Please? We haven't been here in a year, so we can't find our way back!"
Ranma's eyebrow twitched. "Don't you mean Checkers?" he asked bluntly.
"Whatever! Can't you just lead us back?" Ryouga asked.
"No!"
"C'mon!"
"No!"
"Pleasepleaseplease-"
"Fine!" Ranma shouted, throwing up his hands. "Just as long as we don't get into any more fights; I'm running out of clothes for Ranko and Hotaru to wear."
Ranko's head jerked around. "What? We're going back?" At Ranma's sullen and Ryouga's overjoyed nods, the Kit's face darkened, and her body shook. "Damn it!" she swore, much to the three's surprise. "Are we ever going to get this fuckin'trip started?"
Ranma stared wide-eyed at the young Tigress's display of profanity, then his eyes narrowed. "Ranko!" Ranko jolted straight up, suddenly embarrassed by her display. "Don't use that language! Now... um..." Ranma paused, unsure of how he should discipline her. Finally, he said, "Now go sit in the corner!" and ignored Ryouga's muttered "What corner?"
Ranko froze, staring at her master, and knew that she really messed up if her master was mad. Her eyes teared up, which startled Ranma, and gave her inspiration. Seconds later, she started bawling.
Ranma stared again as his Alpha cried like a fountain and was almost immediately gathered into the arms of Ryouga's Alpha, who began to place soothing words in the small feline's ear. "Um... Ryouga? Your Alpha's spoiling my Alpha."
Ryouga nodded sagely. "Looks like it."
Ranma winced. "And she's glaring at me now."
Again, the sage-like nod. "Of course; she is protective of younger Pokégirls."
Ranma glared at the unhelpful Tamer. "How the hell else am I suppose to discipline her?"
Ryouga hmmed and nodded, once again, sagely. "Don't yell at her. Probably be better to just calmly tell her."
Ranma sighed as Ryouga stated the obvious. "Jeez, thanks. I'll talk to her..."
A few second pass. "... As soon Checkers stops growling at me when I get near."
Ryouga stepped near his Alpha, who was cuddling a secretly pleased Tigress. "Checkers, please let Ranma talk to-"
"GRRRRRR!"
"Yipe!" Ryouga squealed as he leapt behind Ranma and used his body to block the growling Growltit. Ranma's eyebrow twitched as he noticed that many of the sissies here like to use him as a shield.
"... You know what? It might be easier if I sat in the corner." Ranma stated flatly.
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