[Episode 155333] [Episode 155333]Looking out past the bars of the small window near the top of her cell, the werewolf surmised it was noon now. She could see the sun at its apex and it was just pouring into the space of her cell, illuminating everything, especially her figure. A beast chained to the wall, shackles securely fit around her wrists and ankles. The length of her chains only giving her enough room to move back and forth between the cot which served as her bed and the drain in the floor which was her toilet.
She wasn’t a PokéGirl whom was bothered by the sunlight, oh now, she was one of those that even though of Infernal Origin, she was what the humans nowadays used the slang-nickname of ‘Purgatorial’; in her case a ‘redeemed darkness’, unlike the Fallen Angels who were called such because they had ‘fallen from grace’.
But deep down, even though she liked the sun, the Wolven couldn’t help but still prefer the moon. She was stronger at night, more powerful... Especially during the full moon.
She took a moment to consider the date. She’d been doing her best to keep track in her mind, and... Yes, it had been a four-hundred and eight-four days now... Nearly a year and a third...
Still, it wasn’t like she was lonely. She had her ‘neighbors’. Even though she couldn’t see them she could hear them... Smell them... Almost taste the insanity and blood which permeated the air at times...
And then there was when the Professor whom had been studying her would come down with two or three lab assistants twice a day to feed and study her. They would muzzle and restrain her further as the PokéGirl researcher performed his physical examinations, blood-tests, sometimes bringing down a machine or spell-scroll or something to work her over with...
As she thought about this, the Wolven realized she would’ve preferred to be lonely. The screams and wails of the damned were enough to drive her batty and she was getting pretty damn frustrated with feeling like a pin-cushion from all the needles the professor would stick her with.
Or at least given the chance to get the hell out of this place! But she couldn’t. She looked towards the bars on her cell. They may have only been silver plated, but in the Wolven’s opinion, that made things worse. She wasn’t some young inexperience PokéGirl; she could handle pain like that for a little bit. If it were pure silver, she’d just tear through the malleable metal and be the hell out. No, whatever metal those bars were underneath, they wouldn’t just break in a few seconds, and she would receive more than was healthily acceptable for damage to the soul.
Sighing, the Wolven turned her attention back to the window, looking at the sunlight. She wanted out of here! Her kind wasn’t meant to be cooped up for very long! They were supposed to roam the forests freely in packs! They weren’t meant to be chained and kept as if they were simple PETS like inu-yashas!
And yet, here she was... She’d grown up the majority of her life in the wilds with her pack, eventually becoming the Alpha. Her instincts and skills were honed to a razor-sharp edge and she knew love in her mate, a true werewolf, a remnant of soldiers from the War. She’d mothered two children, and she’d made sure they grew up to be fine examples of their species.
But she’d been caught, a raid by humans hunting her pack and she was one of the few captured and sold to the government. And then it didn’t take long before she was dropped off in this place.
Gritting her teeth a little, the werewolf tapped her claws on the chains. She was getting edgy. She hadn’t been able to roam or hunt in far too long, and knew her skills were going to have been dulled to the point where she’d practically need to start over, and all because of the humans’ interest in her kind, in PokéGirls in general. All she wanted as a little freedom was that too much to ask!?
Her ear twitched as she heard the sound of a door opening from a distance from hers. It must have been the professor again. And from the sheer number of foot-steps, it wasn’t three, but at least a half-dozen others. What the hell? He usually didn’t have that many...
...
...So, it was time again. She should’ve realized it. The Wolven had been around for it last year, when the last graduating class of Tamers for the town was being sent off into the world to do their best and perform a suitable function as a member of the dwindled human race.
But the last time, she’d been pushed aside in favor of younger, more impressionable PokéGirls. A good deal had been interested in her. She could see from how they eyed her intently and could SMELL their interest, hear the rising of their heart-beats...
...And then the Professor had to go tell them just how old she was, telling them that she wasn’t a PokéGirl but a PokéWOMAN and that she had an iron-will and would barely bend for anything. They all moved away so fast it wasn’t funny.
Buncha pussies.
She blinked her eyes as soon as she saw the professor walk up to her cell door. “Here we are, Ash... Young Tamers...” The PokéGirl researcher said with much authority in his voice. “This is the Wolven Jetta. She is a prime example of shape-shifting PokéWoman whom is currently in her Attack mode, for you can see this Wolven is increasesd in size and muscular mass, not to mention that her whole body gets covered in fur, and her hands and feet are clawed. I feel I don’t need to repeat that in this form Wolven are very strong and dangerous, becoming an excellent savage fighter in battle.
The PokéWoman now named ‘Jetta’ rolled her eyes. What did he expect her to do? Sit around in ‘human’ form so he could just do whatever to her whenever he wanted? Fat chance of that happening...
Like other PokéGirls who although had been of Infernal Ancestry, but are now considered ‘Neutrel’, Wolven can become very loyal to a Tamer that they like, often putting themselves in jeopardy if they are protecting a favored Tamer; whom they see as their “Beta”.
Jetta saw the shortest one in the group raise their hand. “Professor, did you just say she was a PokéWoman?”
“Yes I did, Ash,” The Professor said seriously. “And probably old enough to be your mother.”
“HA! Serves the twerp right!” Gary sneered. “I mean, it’s obvious a wimp like him needs someone to baby-sit him on this. You might as well give him someone the right age to fit the part.”
Ash/Ranma frowned to himself as all the others had started laughing, and yes, even the professor too, he noted. It seemed like his luck this would happen. He’d honestly thought about what was available and she’d SEEMED the best choice. Perhaps he should’ve seen them first before making a choice...
At the sounds of laughter and the uneasy look on the boy’s face, Jetta snorted and turned her head away from the door and back towards the window. Well, at least this event was a little different than the last. Instead of them just walking away in disgust of having an older PokéWoman as their starter, they were only laughing at her... Well, more like laughing at the boy who would have chosen her, but it was the same thing.
Finally calming himself down a little, Professor Oaks managed to chastise the others. “No, now you guys! Stop picking on Ash,” He said, sounding very hypocritical, considering he’d been laughing along with them. “She’s a rather good choice... And if Ash wants to take another it’s his right. I did give him first pickings, which means he could leave her with any one of you...”
That was enough to shut up the laughter of the masses and was more than enough to tell Jetta if she was going to be taken, it meant that it wouldn’t be by choice.
“Actually, Prof?” Ash/Ranma spoke up slowly.
“Hmm?” The professor raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Ash?”
“Actually...” The former pigtailed martial artist-turned-runt of the litter Tamer spoke up hesitantly. “I still want to go with Jetta.”
THAT was enough to cause a bit of silence, the group of his peers and the professor staring at Ash... As well as a certain PokéWoman from inside the cell...
...And then the silence was broken as Gary spoke up with the taunt of, “HA! I knew you were a baby! Mama’s Boy, Mama’s Boy, Little Baby Mama’s B-!”
*CLANG!*!
“ASH!” Professor Oaks yelled at the sight of his nephew being slammed head-first into one of the bars. Holy shit, who knew the little guy could have such a mean streak in him? The professor almost wished that the kid had shown this much energy and confidence back in training.
Taking his face off from against the now slightly-bloody bar, Gary turned to the little punk with a snarl on his face. He lifted his hand to his nose and could see the blood. “YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!” He shouted as he took off his jacket as to not get any of the twerp’s blood on it and then proceeded to jump the younger guy like a Wildcat.
“ASH! GARY!! BOYS!!!” The Professor screamed as Gary proceeded to punch Ash in the face again and again after he’d tackled the boy to the floor hard. “STOP IT RIGHT NOW!”
Of course, neither was stopping. As much as Ash tried to punch, grab, or do something to defend or attack, the Ranma part of his mind was finding that this body really did NOT have the strength required for such as Gary was easily pushing aside his grabs for his fist, and if he did hit back, Gary didn’t seem to notice at all...
...But Ash sure was feeling as Gary’s fist slammed into his face time and again, thereby slamming the back of his head against the stone floor.
That sight was enough to snap the now growling Wolven into action. The one person who actually wanted her was getting the shit beaten out of him by some little prick? Not on her watch! Standing up, she was already moving away from her spot on the cot, trudging forward and causing the chains to break at the weakest links. Yeah, she could’ve done this at any time really, but then there’d be the silver bars to deal with... And she had an idea...
And fortunately for her, the only one to really notice was Mamoru, whom being the prissy and rather upstanding guy he was, had turned away from the action of the fighting and saw a rather angry Wolven breaking free. “Uh, Professor...” He said rather nervously as the wolf-like PokéGirl had a look of murder in her eyes.
“NOT A GOOD TIME, MAMORU!” Professor Oaks shouted, his focus still on the two boys as he pulled on his nephew’s shoulder. “GOD DAMN IT YOU TWO, STOP TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER!”
“But, Professor...” Mamoru tried again, his eyes widening as the werewolf stuck her hand through the space between of two of the bars and pulled the jacket closer. His eyes went wider than dinner-plates when she brought it up to the lock and started pulling hard on it, breaking the door open slowly. “PROFESSOR!!!”
“NOT NOW, DAMN IT!” Oaks shouted as he was having little luck with pulling his nephew off from the smaller guy he was wailing on. “IF YOU WANT TO BE HELP, HELP ME BREAK THIS UP!”
The pupils of Mamoru’s eyes shrunk as the Wolven opened the door into her cell. “Whatever you say...” He said nervously as he stood to the side and out of the way.
“Fine then help me pull Gary off anddDAAAAAHH!” Oaks squealed as he was tossed away and into Megane and Ataru, pushing them down onto the floor with him as they became recipient of a harsh landing.
Bringing his hand back to take another hard punch to Ash’s face, Gary didn’t know what hit him as his fist was pulled back further and he was suddenly pulled off from the smaller and now bloodier boy and slammed HARD against the wall; oxygen cut off as he felt another hand close tightly around his windpipe...
...And that’s when he found himself staring into the eyes of a rather pissed-off Wolven...
His head swimming in pain, Ash/Ranma was brought back to semi-awareness when he hear the sound of something breaking, followed by a shrill scream. He tried to look but his vision was rather bleary.
Still, he notices as someone gently lifted him up, and held him in their arms. He blinked his eyes a few times to see that, yes, he WAS looking at the face of the Wolven whom he had chosen.
He may have been in pain, but even he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as the Wolven licked his face, and in effect, sampled his blood. “Hey, c’mon, stop... It tickles, okay...”
Getting up from the ground and looking all around at the mess, Professor Oaks looked over at Mamoru. “This is all your fault. You could’ve tried to warn us!”
Mamoru’s eye twitched with that accusation.
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