"... a great many things."
"Huh?" many eyes blinked in confusion.
"It is a difficult wish to fill," the genie gave a frank statement. "As I have said, your present Master has none of those skills that would be required to preserve you from being forfeit to other masters as he lost you. Even if he did, the present cultural environment is not one well suited to long term relationships, much less a chance at forever. Thus, several answers are called for to complete her wish. First, Ranma Saotome, you have absorbed the potential for power out of Ranma Sextome, whom you have slain. Now, you must have his tactics, skills, and knowledge of his sort of battle also."
The genie raised a palm, out of which shone a beam of blue light that struck Ranma in the forehead. His already distressed expression became decidedly ill afterwards.
"Yes, he was a bastard, and most of his methods cruel, but they brought him victory after victory." The genie folded his arms and bowed somewhat. "If they displease you, you must learn to modify them, or create replacements to them. But you cannot be allowed to remain both ignorant and unskilled if you are to have any chance at all to preserve a harem, which was implicit in my mistress' first wish. However, it is not enough."
The first time the genie had raised his right hand, now he raised his left, striking Ranma in the forehead with another burst of energy, this time an angry red. As before, it was absorbed and Ranma's face, already showing distinct distress, became worse.
The genie nodded. "Your next one-hundred battles, as they occurred, you now recall. The skills you have acquired that Sextome once owned shall allow you to see where you erred in them. However, this is also not enough."
Muscles on the powerful floating torso flexed, arms wider than many of the girl's thighs were stretched, but the face of the genie remained impassive. "Ranma Saotome has forgotten all discipline that he once possessed. No more does he train, no more does he seek to better himself or improve his skills at battle. No, he has been consumed by the pleasures of the flesh, becoming nothing more than lips that speak fair words and a penis for humping with. In this state, he can do nothing to defend you. His eyes and mind and hands are occupied with nothing more than pleasure, his own and yours. In such a state he is useless no matter what skills or knowledge that he may possess. Sadly, he sees this state as his duty, and it is for this that most of you have come to love him."
The genie's rocklike face remained impassive, yet he unfolded one of his mighty arms to reveal a simple gold necklace with a large red oval jewel medallion resting on his palm. "In order to fill his 'duty', yet find time to resume training and other pursuits, I offer this: the 'Fuck One, Fuck All' talisman. Once Ranma wears it about his neck he can infuse this stone with chi to create subservient copies, stones that are slaves to this master. In the hands of anyone outside your harem those copies will turn to dust and depart. However, around the necks of your lovers, when you Tame one, all shall feel it as if they were your partner - unless for some reason they choose not to. Thus, should you place guards around an encampment, they will not be distracted from protecting you from danger while you tame the rest."
Seeing Ranma remain unmoving, frozen in horror, brain still largely frozen on the thought of losing all of his girls, the genie secured that necklace about the boy's throat and continued. "Your master now has skills enough and time enough to learn how to defend you." The blue man then pricked Ranma's neck with a long golden needle, placed a flower on his tongue and dashed golden sparkles in his eyes.
"I have also placed the power of ageless life within his veins. So long as he is not slain, he will live forever, and he can share this power with girls whom he hills with his seed. Once each year should be sufficient."
Floating back a safe distance, the genie scowled and shook his head. "However, I am unable to grant discipline he has lost, or wisdom he has never had. You shall have to work on him on your own to encourage his growth in those. But still more must be done if you are to have a true chance to remain by his side forever."
"I like the thought of being Tamed every day," Gina supplied. "But what can we do to stay by his side if he's going to be losing Pokebattles?"
"You must return to a principle your Master has forgotten: avoidance. Right now he tarries in the middle of a town, spending money that he cannot replace and exposing you all to the dangers of anyone who should elect to challenge him, while he has no ability to protect you. In this, he is foolish and thoughtless, acting on an assumption that was true in the previous world - namely, that any threats that came along he could defeat personally. He has never once thought of the consequences of getting into a fight and losing one of you, nor that if a challenge should happen, that his own combat skills are of no use in protecting you. If you want a honeymoon, where you do nothing but screw each other, do it somewhere where you aren't subject to challenges out of nowhere at any second of every day. And for that purpose, assuming that he will never learn better and that he shall always be ruled by his loins, I give this gift."
The disgruntled genie pulled out of the smoke at his own base a turtle about two feet wide and with a tiny, miniature city built onto the back of its shell. In an eyeblink, the whole group was in the woods at the edge of town. The shiny turtle was now twenty feet wide and on the ground, the detail of the city on its back that much clearer.
"On another world, in another age, this was a Dragon Turtle. It has since died, and its body was reworked into the artifact you see before you now." The genie gestured and the party was suddenly surrounded by buildings. Looking up, they could see the sky and gigantic trees beyond a dome of clear crystal.
It took a moment for most to connect what they were seeing with what they'd beheld before and connect to the fact that they were now inside of the miniaturized city.
Their blue-skinned guide was still speaking. "The dense molecular structure of the turtle makes it strong, virtually invulnerable, yet there remain many high-level attacks on this world that can damage or even destroy it. Your new home can walk, fly or swim, can guide itself or wander aimlessly as you choose. But it is not fast, barely better than walking yourself. It can alter its own size from two to two hundred feet wide, gaining in strength as it increases in size. But you would be wise to have it remain as small as possible as often as possible to escape notice. Regardless of how big the outside form appears, the city inside will always remain the same scale to those who are within it. You can enter or leave at any time, either by teleport, by focusing energy though your copies of the Fuck One, Fuck All talisman, or by the entrance which lies in the turtle's head. Simply walk within its jaws when it is sufficiently large and you will come to the gates of this city."
The genie waved an arm again.
One moment they were on an anonymous street surrounded by typical oriental walled blocks, the next they were at the gates of a giant, jeweled Arabian palace, staring up the steps to wide arches and gilded domes. "I presume you will choose to live in the palace. That was what the turtle was designed for, and all of its controls are located therein."
They were next in a giant, grassy field filled with stalls and tents. "The one who created this wandering home protected it in every way that she knew how, but grew bored by the passing of centuries dwelling in it all alone with her loyal servants. So she created this space to hold a traveling circus and carnival. It lies just within the turtle's mouth, and is separated from the city proper by a second set of gates. By recruiting performers and wandering from city to city offering the riches of entertainment she filled some of the emptiness of her dying days. You could do the same."
The genie once again folded its arms, done with gesturing for now. "There are shops, farms and everything you need to dwell herein. The shops and storehouses are empty now, but you could fill them. There are buildings you could use for an arena, a place to convert into a Pokecenter if you should feel you wanted one, a gym and training areas. You could, if you desired, buy a load of tools and head out into the wilderness together, never to be seen again, escaping from civilization entirely, avoiding all who would tear you from him. Or you could give up Pokebattles to become a shopkeeper or run a circus. All these, this gift allows you to do. In this, I have given you the ability where you *could* stay with Ranma forever, avoiding all battles if you so choose. With this gift, and the others I have granted, the first wish of Gina is Fulfilled. She has the ability to stay with Ranma forever... in theory."
The genie raised a stonelike face. "However, Gina only asked for the possibility, not the certainty, of staying with her beloved Ranma. All he has to do is turn away from the life of a Tamer and he could keep you with him, dwelling together in this place. But the choice is his alone. Despite those skills I have given him, if he remains a Tamer he will probably lose eventually, as the more he wins the greater the challengers he will have to fight, the power of their servants and deviousness of their plots increasing endlessly. But the skills that I have given him, plus the knowledge of fights he did not win, grant him opportunity to defend you long enough to come to that conclusion himself."
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