[Episode 178580] [Episode 178580]Walking with a heavy step, Gar let out a sigh of relief. Finally, after a week of being out in the wilds of the Indigo League, he’d made it to the town where he was supposed to have ended up.
Never again would he take directions from someone with a yellow bandanna!
“Greenpeace...” Gar said lowly, his hand feeling along the welcome sign outside of the town gates. The town was bustling with the usual comers and goers, a very, very welcome respite from the wilds.
Sighing in relief, Gar looked over to his Alpha PokéWoman, Ayane. As a Mistress, she was a powerful Poison and Magic-type by definition, but he’d trained her himself and with T2 Machines to be as effective a fighter as an AmazonKapoeraa. “Should we head to the PokéCenter first, or does a bite to eat sound good?”
“I think food sounds much better. A full stomach before going in for a Healing Cycle makes being cooped up in a PokéBall for the treatment a lot easier to handle,” Ayane replied.
The Edo League PokéGirls Tamer nodded his head at that. “I have to agree with you there, Ayane... maybe I’ll let Luan and Carla out too.” The redhead then started to make his way into town, his eyes looking around for a good place to get a meal. He noticed there seemed to be something of a bazaar going on at the moment near the town square...
“Hey, Master? What about that place?” The Mistress PokéWoman pointed to a black building with the sign, ‘Hot Stuff Café’ above.
Looking towards where Ayane was pointing, Garfield blinked his eyes. What was it with his PokéWoman and anything colored black? “Hot Stuff Café, huh?” He thought about it before nodding his head. “Sounds good to me.” He smiled as he placed his free hand on his Alpha PokéWoman’s ass. “Shall we, Ayane?”
Ayane gave the man a grin that sent most people around them screaming in terror, (but not her master). “Let’s go!”
Gar grinned as he made his way into the threshold of the doorway to the building. One of the letters of the sign above them for the building flickering before it burned out completely.
Walking in with Gar, Ayane smiled as she brazenly returned the ass-squeeze gesture to her master.
Raising an eyebrow, Gar smirked a little. “It is time for your Taming, isn’t it...” he said knowingly as he used his other hand to open the door and lead Ayane inside. The entrance area was darkened, but they could hear the thump of music from further in.
“Maaaybe... I just like showing off you’re mine.” She winked at her Master as they went in ahead.
And it was then that a blonde PokéGirl in a black leather mini-skirt with an impressive set of breasts with pierced nipples came up to the two as they got closer to the actual sitting area. “Hello! Welcome to the Hot Stuff Café and Show! Booth for two?”
Gar nodded his head, his eyes on the waitressing PokéGirl’s massive mammaries. “Yes, please.”
Ayane eyed the PokéGirl appreciatively, while idly wondering if she should consider a piercing job herself.
Seeing the two watch her made Eliza smile. “This way please. And if I may say, you two are in luck.”
The redheaded Tamer with freckles blinked his eyes at that. “We are?”
“Yes. We have a special ‘guest’ on the main stage,” Eliza said. “We have a PokéGirl that won a great PokéBattle yesterday at the PokéCenter Arena on stage. She wanted to try her... ‘hand’ at stripping.”
“Oooh... wonder if her Tamer is okay with sharing...” Ayane said with a devious smirk.
To his Mistress’ mutterings, Gar raised an eyebrow. “I hope you mean having her share a night with us...” because he wasn’t about to let his PokéGirl spend time Taming another man unless he was getting something out of the deal.
“Oh, but of course,” the Alpha PokéWoman assured her master with a dark grin. Turning back to the blonde waitress, she asked, “So where is this winning PokéGirl, and what type is she?”
Eliza lead the two inside to the main stage area. “That’s her right there on the main stage. She’s a Shaguar.”
“A Shaguar, huh?” Gar asked curiously. “You know, Shaguars are prevalent in my family. They have been... for...” his trailed off as he stared at the petite PokéGirl dancing up on the stage.
Ayane looked up and her eyes widened as, she too, recognized the dancing Cat-type PokéGirl. “Holy shit.”
Meanwhile, sitting at a table right up near the stage, Ranma was smiling widely as he clapped his hands. “You’re doing great, Sheila!” He cheered on his little Shaguar as she erotically moved her body to the music.
“Muh-Master!” Ayane hissed to Gar. “Isn’t that your sister!?”
Gar nodded his head dumbly as he looked towards the stage at his sister. The petite PokéGirl was as naked as could be, showing off her goodies as patrons hoot and hollered while tossing random slc notes up onto the stage by her feet.
“Thank you, thank you!! Oh, you’re all such a wonderful crowd!” Sheila cooed in delight, just pleased that everyone thought she was the sexiest thing ever and showed their appreciation for her PokéBeauty. She then noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned towards it with a smile. “Hi! Want a dance? It’s okay, if my Master doesn’t mi-GARFIELD!?” She exclaimed as she stopped her dance abruptly upon recognizing her older brother.
Ranma blinked his eyes at Sheila’s exclamation and turned back to look towards where Sheila was staring. There, was a tall and muscular redhead guy with a rather tall and sexy, (albeit intimidating) woman standing next to him. The man had his eyes locked with his petite PokéGirl.
Slowly, Gar made his way closer to the stage, completely in shock of what he was witnessing. He had come to this city in search of his sister, but he hadn’t expected to find her like... THIS!
“Sh-Sheila?” Gar asked as he was practically right up to the stage.
“Uh....yes?” The Shaguar responded with a nervous chuckle. Her nudity, which she normally didn’t mind, was now starting to embarrass her. And this was with someone she used to bath with as a kid!
Ranma looked back and forth between the interaction of the two, completely confused. Did they know each other?
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Gar finally recovered enough to shout, “Sheila! What the hell are you doing up on a stage as an exotic dancer!?”
“Um... just trying it out?” Sheila responded, chuckling nervously as her brother just stared at her with a bewildered expression.
Seeing this man more or less harass his Sheila, the pigtailed Tamer got up from his seat. “Hey!” He shouted towards Gar, getting his attention. “She wanted to go up on stage!” Walking over to the guy, Ranma was ready to defend his PokéGirl. “Who are you to make judgment about what my sweet little Shaguar does?”
“Because she’s MY sister!” Gar growled back, his ire growing as he recognized Sextome. Some of the light-bulbs in the fixtures overhead sparked and blew out.
Staring at the pigtailed Tamer, Ayane’s eyes narrowed as she also recognized him from posters. “So... he’s the asshole.”
“Huh?” Sheila blinked her eyes at what the older PokéWoman called her master. “Hey! Master’s not an asshole! He’s been really good to me!”
At hearing THAT, Gar blinked his eyes in surprise and turned back to his sister. “Good to you?”
“Well, yeah! He’s not the jerk who captured me! He’s a different guy!” Sheila exclaimed, huffing in annoyance.
Ranma went white as a sheet at what his Shaguar said. “Uh, Sheila? Maybe we should just...”
“If Ranma Sextome didn’t capture you, who did?” Ayane raised an eyebrow while she kept the other eye on Ranma while popping her fist into an open palm.
“BUT I SAW HIM TAKE YOU!” Gar shouted as he pointed an accusatory finger right at the pigtailed Tamer.
Sheila’s mouth opened... and then closed as she realized that not only would nobody would believe this Ranma was from another world, nut that she WASN’T supposed to go around telling people that! Because if they believed he wasn’t Sextome... it could lead to some serious trouble!
“...ah... um... it’s complicated...” Sheila grumbled miserably. “Maybe if we go outside, I can explain?”
“Outside nothing! He’s going down...” Ayane promised as she turned towards Gar. “Master, permission to lay unholy smack down upon the douchebag?”
His mind made up, Gar nodded his head. “Permission granted.”
Hearing that and seeing the scary-looking PokéWoman crack her knuckled menacingly, Ranma raised his hands defensively. “N-now wait a minute, people! Can’t we just talk this over?”
“Talk WHAT over!?” Gar growled, a few more light-bulbs overhead bursting. “You TOOK my sister from my family! You PokéBalled her and RAN!”
“Brother! Ayane! Don’t!” Sheila protested, but it was too late. Ayane grabbed her sweet master Ranma by his right wrist and threw him over her shoulder and through a nearby window placed towards the ceiling.
“We’ll compensate for the damages!” Ayane shouted before jumping up and out after Ranma.
Gar nodded his head and just dropped a decent-sized lump of gold down on the now vacant table. “For the damages and then some.” He looked towards his sister and told her to, “Stay right here! I’ll be back for you once I’m done with Sextome!” And then he prepared to take off through the same window Ayane and Ranma had gone through.
“Garfield Silvearse, you ASS!!” Sheila screamed as she started to grab her clothes and the slc she’d been tossed from atop the stage.
Meanwhile, outside, Ranma did a flip mid-air amongst shards off glass. Somehow, he managed to land on his feet. He jumped back just as the Mistress PokéWoman landed where he had been, her foot breaking into the concrete.
“Damn it!” Ranma shouted as he ducked under another kick. “Can’t we talk this over!?”
“After you’re a bloody pulp!” She spat out angrily as she rushed toward him, performing a swipe-axel kick... she was trained well.
As he evaded attack after attack, Ranma was breathing heavily and frowned mentally. When the hell did he breathe heavily after a few dodges. Sure, his muscles were still toned and had ingrained reflexes... but when the hell did a few dodges and quick reflexes make him breathe heavily!?
Wait... he’d mostly spent time training the girls... NOT HIMSELF! And now a PokéWoman of seemingly high caliber was trying to kick his ass... ALSO NOT GOOD!
“Crap!” Ranma cried out as he did a back-flip, avoiding a duet of kicks from not only the PokéWoman, BUT Sheila’s brother as well. Flipping some distance away, Ranma got into a ready position, breathing heavily. “Could we PLEASE talk this out!?”
“NO!” Both Gar and Ayane said in perfect unison as they surrounded him.
Ranma grit his teeth, his hands raising in fists. Damn it. It looked like he was going to have his first real fight since he got here, and he was really unprepared.
“So Master how do you say we go about this?” Ayane asked as she prepared herself t hurt this pathetic waste of space. “Do I just twist his arms and knee his balls into paste, or do I just rip’em off?”
Gar considered it a moment. “I think we should...”
And then a female cry spoke out, breaking his concentration. “DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY MASTER!!!”
Gar visibly winced. Turning to look over his shoulder, he called back, “I thought I told you to stay inside?”
“Like hell I will!” Sheila screamed as she stomped over to Gar. She then reached up to pull on both his ears like she used too when they were kids. “He’s not the dirtbag that kidnapped me! Yes, he looks like him and has the same name, but if you’ll let me TELL you, it’ll make sense!! Do you think I’d DEFEND him if he were treating me like shit?”
Ranma blinked his eyes at that. Damn, Sheila was getting fiery... something he thought impossible for an Ice-type.
Gar blinked his eyes once, twice. “Sheila...” he said softly. “Mind letting go of my ears?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Sheila screamed directly into his left ear.
Ranma winced. Looking over to Ayane, he could only mutter, “Man, she’s brutal.”
The Mistress PokéGirl was too shocked at the event before her to even respond.
“OWOWOWWW!!” Gar screamed. “Fuck Sheila, that hurt!”
“Now will you listen!?” Sheila’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she threatened, “Or do I need to give you my crotch pincher?”
“NO!” Gar shouted. That would have felt too weird for his sister to be doing that.
Getting closer to Sheila, Ranma tried to intervene. “Uh... Sheila? If you’re gonna explain stuff... can we go someplace more... er, you know? Private?”
Letting go of her brother’s ears, Sheila went over and stood by Ranma’s side, holding onto his arm possessively. “Of course, Master... if my brother will stop being an ass and let us talk!”
Gar blinked his eyes in shock as he just stared. His sister was being so defensive and... clingy... and to the asshole he knew just took her, no less! “...I think I may need to hear the whole story now...” he turned to look over his shoulder. “Ayane?”
“I doubt we’d be able to kick his ass without hurting her now...” Ayane said, pointed out how the petite PokéGirl was acting as a fleshy shield. “Besides, she isn’t acting like those brainwashed bimbos from that one slime-ball we trounced... maybe we should listen?”
Gar nodded his head. It was true. Sheila didn’t act like she’d been sent through a Level Five Taming Cycle. She clearly remembered him, and that mental-altering process would destroy ALL memory. “Okay, Sextome... I’m listening...”
“Er... mind coming back to the PokéCenter with Sheila and me?” Ranma asked slowly. “It’ll give us some privacy.”
Nodding his head, Gar answered, “All right...”
Ayane moved to her Master’s side, but kept a close eye on Sextome.
Sheila merely sighed in relief as the fight had been stopped from escalating.
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