Ranma considered her pleading stare and said, “Hey, what is your name, anyways?” After all, she’d needed to be pulled aside and wanted to tell him all this crap, so how about knowing her name?
“My name?” The PokéGirl asked. “My name is Shrike,” She said quickly... Trying to press him for an answer before the guards decided they’d had enough time and ended their little chat. “So, what do you say?”
Ranma thought about that name before saying, “Shrike... An interesting name for an interesting... Cheetit?” He asked, looking over her. She didn’t look like any normal Cheetit, what with her pink fur and purple spots... But her pattern was that of the bootylicious and rather rare feline breed of PokéGirl.
Shrike grinned, moving into a provocative pose as she watched him watch her. Legs widening slightly, she flicked her tail behind her, drawing attention to her crotch. Her arms moved up her torso and then behind her head as she arched her back. Her position silently screamed sex. “If you think my name’s interesting, wait until you see what I can do...” She purred, literally.
Ranma blinked his eyes. Okay, now THAT was enticing. PokéGirls were supposed to be SEXY! And this Cheetit was practically oozing it enough that Ranma couldn’t care less if she were a convict...
But still... He would need to know something else. “How good are you at Battling?”
At that question, her expression changed. Before her smirk was lascivious, an expression of desire and a promise of pleasure. Now... She grinned like a predator who’d just found something edible with a broken leg. “Well...” She was still purring, “Why don’t you ask the police who brought me to ‘justice’? The ones who are still alive, anyway.”
Ranma grinned. “How did they catch you?” It would be harder to get a PokéGirl around if she had a rather bad record.
The Cheetit sighed, losing her dangerous look. “They had more numbers... And we were taken inside our base, so I didn’t have as much room as I would have liked.” She shrugged.
Ranma nodded. “So, Shrike... I have one more question...”
“Hmm?” The pink Cheetit raised an eyebrow.
“Well...” Ranma looked at the Cheetit, feeling embarrassed. “Well, one more series is more like it. You are being truthful, right? If so, you said that base was on One Island. Do we need to go back there and get anything? And finally...” He gulped. “How long until you need a T-taming?” The Pigtailed Tamer asked with a blush.
Shrke grinned that sexy smile again. The kid had just revealed his entire hand... He was definitely inexperienced, probably a new Tamer. Once she gave him the best orgasms of his life, he’d be putty in her paws... Too bad, she’d been hoping for someone who’d do her properly... But still, anything was better than being chained down for the guards here; the impersonal bastards didn’t use any foreplay! “Of course I’m being honest. Trust me.” She had to bite back a laugh, knowing how that must sound. She sobered up as she continued. “But yeah, we do need to go back there... That’s where the stuff is... The portable, prototype Snatcher and the antidote. We absolutely have to get that... And as for a Taming...” She licked her lips, gazing very obviously at his crotch, one paw coming up to start rubbing her chest through the prison uniform, “...How about right now? Hmmm...”
Ranma blushed brighter at the proposal. “Nuh-no thank you...” He managed to get out, even if his voice cracked. Raising his hand, he coughed into it, clearing his throat. “Well, after some careful consideration, I think you would make a good Starting PokéGirl, Shrike... So, if you want, I will take you home.”
The Cheetit smiled widely, mentally cheering Yes! “Sure! The sooner I’m out of here, the better!”
To Shrike’s response, Ranma nodded his head. Getting up from the table, Ranma walked over to the door and rapped on it with the back of his hand. “Guard? Guard, are you there?”
A small slot at about head-height opened. “What is it?”
“I’ll be taking this Cheetit as my PokéGirl,” Ranma said to him seriously. Behind his back, Shrike was making rude gestures at the guards; flipping him the bird.
The Guard sneered. “Are you sure you want this one. There’s a chair in the gas chamber with her name on it...”
“No, she’s fine...” Ranma said.
“Are you really sure?” The Guard insisted. “This one might be too much for a beginner such as yourself.”
“I’m sure,” Ranma repeated. “Now, let us out, please?”
Shrike smirked at the guard. “Yeah. Just because I was too much for you dickless wonders doesn’t mean that this big, strapping stud won’t be able to Tame me properly.”
Although Ranma blushed at the implication, the Guard just sneered. “I’ll get the Warden...” And he slammed the small plate shut.
Blinking his eyes, Ranma turned back to the Cheetit. “You obviously hated this place, huh?”
The pink-furred Cat-type PokéGirl snorted, “Oh nothing gets past you...” She looked around the place bitterly. “Prison is hell, especially if you’re a Cheetit. I can’t run, I can’t jog... I can’t even move outside my coffin-sized cell without the fucking chains on!” She plucked at the chain on her arm hatefully. “Taming consisted of being tied down so heavily it practically cut off my circulation while the guards just got between my legs, thrust a few times, and got off. That’s it... No touching, no rubbing... I almost never got to orgasm myself. That bitch warden actually told the guards to keep it short and quick with us... She says it’s some bullshit about conserving their energy, but I know it’s just because they like how unsatisfying it is for us.” She snarled, then lightened up as she turned to him, “But I’m sure you’ll do much better... Won’t you...” The pink Cheetit blinked her eyes as she realized something. “Um... What is your name?”
Ranma frowned deeply. That didn't sound right. Not right at all... Walking over to the sitting Cheetit, Ranma wrapped his arms around the feline-like PokéGirl and gave her a hug. “I’m sorry for you, Shrike. And my name is Ranma Sextome. But please, just Ranma...”
Okay, that she didn’t expect... She’d been thinking he’d just pat her ass and make a cocky remark or something... A genuine display of sympathy was completely out of left field. “Uh... Yeah... Thanks, um, Ranma...” She gingerly patted him on the back a few times... What the hell was wrong with this guy!?
Looking his new PokéGirl right in the eye, Ranma told her, “Shrike, I may not become the best Tamer, but I promise I’ll do my best so that you don’t regret this...” And also, deep down, he hoped he wasn’t being played for a sucker.
She paused for a moment... Then gave him a genuine smile. “Thanks... I already don’t regret this,” She was, of course, referring to him giving her a new lease on life. After a moment, she added as an afterthought, “And after the crappy Tamings I got here, you had damn well better become the best Tamer!”
Ranma just sweat-dropped...
(-----)
The Heavy-set reinforced-steel doors of the Prison slammed shut behind Ranma and Shrike, the latter no longer in any chains, but still in her orange jumpsuit. “Welcome to the outside, Shrike... How does it feel?”
Shrike looked around for a moment... Then took in a large lungful of air, her breasts rising, then falling as she let it out. She smiled broadly as she... Suddenly took off running, her form almost blurring with the sudden burst of incredible speed as she took off.
Ranma winced. Crap. Why was he not surprised?
“HA!” Laughed a guard from one of the lookout towers. “So much for your new PokéGirl, ya bitg ol’ Snorlass Turd!”
At that comment, Ranma winced again.
Almost a full minute later, she was suddenly back, slowing down just enough that she didn’t break any of his bones as she threw herself at him. They rolled in the dirt for a moment, coming to rest with Shrike on top of him, rubbing her body against his and kissing him passionately, her tongue forcing its way past his lips. “Mmm...” She broke the kiss, looking him in the eyes. “It feels so great to be able to run again! Fuck going to your place, let’s do it here!” She was already reaching down to rub his crotch.
Ranma yelped out, his head swimming with slight pain from the landing, and the swirl of emotions and sensations from his PokéGirl all over him. “Uh, w-wait!” Ranma gasped. “They’re watching!” He managed to point up to the Guard Towers.
“I know! Don’t you want to show them how a real man Tames his PokéGirls?” Shrike was rubbing her chest against his, quite hot from the heady sensation of freedom.
His eyes wide, Ranma wasn’t sure if he wanted his first time to be in front of a bunch of guards... So in his panic, he took ahold of the PokéBall on his belt. “Shuh-Shrike. C-calm down, please?” He asked rather nervously. “We’ll go to the Town first and use a PokéCenter, we don’t have to wait to get back to Phallus, okay?”
The pink-furred PokéGirl pouted, but noticed his hand on his PokéBall... She didn’t want to be confined again. “Humph... Fine...” She got off of him, before grinning again. “How about I race you there?”
Ranma smiled lightly. “Only if when you beat me, you promise to get a room.”
Grinning, Shrike leaned forward lightly, licking his ear as she whispered huskily. “Just get there as soon as you can... It’s not nice to keep a horny PokéGirl waiting.” With another lingering caress between his legs, she got up. Turning around, she bent over in a classic runners’ position, incidentally showing off her ass, before she raced towards the nearest PokéCenter.
Ranma smiled and got up from his laying position after getting the PokéBall back on his belt. Without another lost moment, he started running off back towards Viridick, in hopes of getting to the PokéCenter soon enough as to not make his new Cheetit wait too long.
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