Struggling against his sappy bonds, Gary Stroaks roared out in defiance at his current situation. “HEY!” He shouted to the tallest human girl with the bandage around her head. “You leave my hot-plate and food alone! That’s my gear! I paid for it all with the money my dad left me when he got killed in that racing accident!”
“This is all you could afford with that money?” The pigtailed martial artist asked in a somewhat mocking tone. “Your dad must’ve been piss-poor!” Ranma said, drawing a few chuckles from the pokégirls. His dad never had any regular source of income when they were on their training Journey, and he and his Pops had more than this!
“Fuck no!” Gary shouted at the people that were mocking him. “I have an RV about a half-mile back that way,” he motioned to his left with his head, “that I bought with the money. And I’ll have you know it’s a sweet right with-HEY!” He shouted as he saw everyone getting up. “Where do you think you’re all going!?”
“To the RV, where else?” The Cheetit asked innocently enough. Cyan then smirked at the look on Gary’s face before she helped her master by carrying his unconscious and injured Tomboy for him. Besides, it would be best to drive in this area rather than walk. Who knew what kinds of nasty Bug-type or simply predatory pokégirls would come out at night?
“You have your ride stocked at least, right?” Asrial asked, pointing her weapon at the dickweed to get an answer from him.
A trickle of sweat pouring down the side of his face, Gary chuckled nervously. “Uh... yeah... fridge is packed and my RV has the majority of my goods. Like food, clothing, First Aid Kit, and pokégirl goods.” He then smirked, feeling he had one over on these human women and pokégirls. “But you don’t know where the key is do you!?” That would show these crooks!
The Gary’s pointless blustering, Ranma shrugged his shoulders. He had spent time at more than a few places in his life, and he knew a few tricks. “Big deal!” He said dismissively. “We’ll just hot-wire the thing.” Those Americans at that US Naval base really did know how to teach a young boy some rather important things in life.
“Wait!” Gary shouted at the retreating group. “You can’t leave me out here all alone!” He shrieked fearfully. “Feral pokégirls could find me, and then I’d be a late night snack without any of my stuff!”
Staring at Gary angrily, Ranma blinked as he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Looking over to see the eldest Tendo holding onto him, he sighed and nodded his head when Kasumi gave him a little squeeze. “Fine...”
“Oh thank you!” Gary said as the Shadowcat began to finally cut him free of the tree sap. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He dropped to his hands and knees, bowing prostrate before Ranma.
Looking down at the groveling Gary, Ranma could help but smirk as a thought came to him. “Oh, don’t thank me yet...” He chuckled mysteriously, causing Gary to blink.
“Oh, come on! This isn’t cool!” Gary screamed from atop of the RV where he was being chained down. He struggled against his new bonds, but to no avail.
“Don’t worry about it!” The Cheetit said reassuringly. “I’m sure that Master won’t run into too many low-hanging branches.” Cyan chuckled as she and Ranma started to finish tying him down to the top of the armored RV.
Hearing that, Gary struggled more valiantly against his chains. “You can’t do this to me!” He shouted angrily. “I’m rich! I’m famous! I’m the grandson of Professor Stroak! I swear to the Thousand Gods when I get out of this, I’m going to sick so many OfficerJennys on all of you that you pokégirls will get Level Five Taming Cycled, and Pigtail over there will be the girlfriend of some guy named Butch!”
“Oh will you shut the hell up already!?” Asrial yelled as she pulled tighter on the chains before looking the chain she held around the same outer-bar of a ladder attachment to the roof. She then put a padlock on two paired up lengths of said chain to make sure it wouldn’t move from place or loosen one iota.
“No, I will not you stupid biiIIIEEE!” Gary screamed as Ranma ‘accidentally’ tightened the chain around his arm, making a cracking noise as he did such.
“Yeah, yeah...” Ranma mumbled in annoyance as he started to tie the chain up securely. “You heard Asrial. Be quiet already!”
Whimpering at the abuse he was being recipient of, Gary mumbled, “So unfair...”
“Life’s unfair...” Nabiki snapped at the bastard as she walked out of the RV’s side door wearing pair of jeans and a black t-shirt; her feet had socks but no shoes. Although both pieces were a little big, (probably having belonged to Gary’s deceased goons) she had a belt around her waist to keep the pants from falling down. “I was raped by a pair of vegetables, but you don’t see me freaking out about it!” The middle Tendo sister all but growled at the whiny bastard that tried to PokéBall her and her sisters earlier.
Letting go of the chain, Ranma sighed as he heard Nabiki verbally tearing Gary a new one. While he agreed that the little creep deserved treatment, what Nabiki said got to him as well. He still felt guilty about not getting to her in time to stop what had happened. “Nabiki...” he spoke to the Tendo girl. “I’m sorry ‘bout not getting there in time to help. We were kind of a distance away.”
Oddly enough, Nabiki just shrugged off Ranma’s apology. “Whatever Saotome. It wasn’t your fault and I can handle myself.” She then smirked at the pigtailed teenager. “Besides, it wasn’t too bad. Odd, yes... but not too bad...” at least until they tried digesting her. Then it had plain sucked.
Ranma blinked his eyes in shock, looking at the middle Tendo sister whom had a contemplative look on her face. “Don’t tell me you enjoyed that...” he mumbled in pure surprise.
“Not the nicest I’ve had but I’ll say this much...” she shrugged her shoulders a bit before she turned to face Ranma. She smirked as she caught him blushing. “It was the best sex I had in awhile. Now if only they’d been out to pleasure me rather than themselves...”
His arms dropping to his sides, Ranma just stared at Nabiki in complete shock, his whole body twitching lightly. There was no way she said that, no way that he heard her say that! “You gotta be kidding me...” he mumbled in shock of the woman.
Giving him a serious look, Nabiki asked in a curt tone, “Since when do I kid, Saotome?” She then frowned at the look on his face as she explained to him. “The only thing about this world that truly scares me so far is that I’ve looked through three wallets, and they all have cards rather than paper money...”
Staring as his fiancée’s sister pulled out a card to show him, Ranma asked, “What’s wrong with that?” Even thought he was talking to her, he was still mentally trying to comprehend that Nabiki hadn’t actually minded getting fucked like that. He’d thought Nabiki was all bluff in that aspect but apparently she knew something!
“Because I’ll need to learn how to use this if we want to keep going and living...” Nabiki said seriously. She looked towards the Shadowcat and Cheetit. “Do either of you know how to use these cards?”
Nodding her head, Alice quickly responded, “I do, Mistress Nabiki! My former master used to have me handle his finances for him, since he tended to spend his money quickly.” She pointed to the card that the Tendo girl was holding. “That is a Credit Card. It’s used to make electronic money transactions at places. Each card is hooked up to an account where people store their Standard League Credits; SLC for short. It’s electronically handled and standardized by banks as to make commerce between Leagues less complicated and keep the economies moving. Most Tamers tend to swipe Credit Cards they receive into their PokéDexes and use that as their all-purpose Credit Account. My former master was always lazy about getting that done.”
At all the talk about commerce in this work, Asrial shook her head; money-making and business reminded her too much of her home-world of Salusia. Finishing with the chains, she got down from off the RV. “Look,” she spoke up suddenly to get everyone’s attention. “Can discuss all this later? We need to get going before it gets dark and the Feral nocturnal pokégirls come out and make mince-meat of our ticket out of here?” She thumbed back at the recreational vehicle. Past that, the group could see the sun was lowering into the horizon past the treetops.
“Hey! Don’t treat it like a piece of junk! My RV is better than that!” Gary shouted, his pride coming to the fore. “It’s built with three-inch tempered steel plating! It can handle a barrage of stings from a BuzzBreast swarm for up to ten minutes! Even the glass of the windshield and windows are bullet-proof as to last at least three minutes! We have all the time in the world!” He’d put a lot of work and money into his ride, and he wasn’t going to let anyone talk crud about it!
Ranma simply shrugged his shoulders. To him, that was fine. Besides, he was tougher than most people, so he had nothing to worry about. At least, that’s what he told himself. “That’s fine, but what about you?” He asked with a grin.
His eyes widening as realization struck him, Gary fearfully shouted, “GET TO DRIVING! GET TO DRIVING!!” He squealed like a stuck pig as he tried to flail about, even as his arms and legs were being held down by heavy-duty chain.
Shaking his head at the antics of the jerk whose goods were currently making life somewhat easier here for them, Ranma slowly looked over to the Salusian. “Hey, Asrial? Can you drive?”
Blinking her eyes at that question, the Salusian of royal descent asked, “You can’t?”
“Last time I tried, I crashed a military jeep into the Tokyo Tower.” Seeing Nabiki and Asrial both look at him as if he were crazy, Ranma simply shrugged. Hey, it wasn’t his fault! Those crazy American Navy officers put that ‘NOS’ stuff into the jeep in the first place!
Shaking her head at that statement, Asrial sighed in exasperation. “Looks like I’m driving, but...” she looked around at the group. “To where? We don’t know the landscape or which way to civilization. And I still need to find my friends. They were taken captive by those guys in black outfits with red-colored ‘R’ insignias.”
“Red R’s?” Gary asked curiously. He blinked his eyes once, twice, and then laughed as he realized what the Skunkette-like girl was talking about. “Oh man, are they screwed! Even worse than when that chick with the rack was when she was getting it from that Vinebra and Weepingbutt at the same time!”
Glaring lightly at the idiot on the roof, Nabiki managed to suppress her anger quickly enough to ask, “And why is that?”
“Because those guys she’s talking about were obviously members of Team Rocket!” Gary told her in a tone of voice that head an air of being matter-of-fact. “They’re the local criminal syndicate in the Indigo League; those guys are a group of organized infamous pokégirl thieves. Your buddies were probably drafted, robbed and killed, or Love ‘Balled, depending on their gender and usefulness.”
“Love ‘Balled?” Ranma, Nabiki and Asrial asked in unison. What the heck was that?
“It’s an illegal PokéBall,” Gary explained. “Although normally designed to work on males specifically, it does work on human women as well. Basically, it catches people despite them being human, and changes them into pokégirls depending on their genetic ancestry and/or the programming of the PokéBall.” He smirked at the faux-Skunkette. “Which means... if your friends are male, they may now be someone’s brand new pokébitches and getting to know their new masters better as we speak.”
Her eyes going wide, the Salusian screamed, “WHAT!?” Asrial growled angrily, her eye twitching in anger and annoyance. “They better not!” She shrieked. Oh, she would so kill every single one of those assholes if what Gary said was true!
Seeing as the Salusian was going into a rage, Ranma gently grabbed her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Hey, we’ll find them, all right?” He told Asrial. “First thing though...” he looked around at the gathered women, before his view settled on the horizon, the sky turning a deep red as the sun was setting. “We gotta get outta here!”
“That’s certainly true!” Gary agreed with the jerk that took his pokégirls. “Of course, if you let me go now, I can tell you everything I know about this world.” He seemed to take on an air of smugness. “I am, after all, the grandson of the esteemed Professor Stroak, and grandpa taught me everything he knows! It’s destined that someone like me, with the looks, money, and fame become the next great Harem Master. You should be grateful that our paths crossed!”
There was silence for a moment before Alice spoke up. “I could be a better guide for you, you know...” she told the group of people she liked and her new master. There was no way she was going to let her old master get anything over on this group!
At his pokégirl’s proclamation, Ranma nodded his head at the Shadowcat. “All right, Alice... show us how to get outta here then.”
A sweat-drop appeared on the side of her head. “I meant I would guide you as to getting you all adjusted to this world, not a physical, ‘give manual directions’ guide...” she lowered her head in shame, fidgeting where she stood. “Sorry, Master.”
Frowning lightly, Ranma asked, “So we have to listen to that ass up there?”
At the pigtailed martial artist’s ignorance, Nabiki rolled her eyes in annoyance. “The idiot didn't mean it like that either, Saotome...” she told him seriously. Shaking her head, she then turned her attention to Asrial. “I believe you said you’d drive?” She then pointed at the Shadowcat. “While she may not be able to show us the exact way out, I believe she can at least give us some direction to go. She must have some clue as to where we are.” She looked over to Alice. “Right?”
“Well...” the Shadowcat hummed and gnawed on her bottom lip as she thought about what she knew about their location. “That depends where you want to go really and deal with. While it’s true that I’m not exactly knowledgeable about the layout of Buggy Woods, I know if we go North, we’ll reach Pewtit City, and if we go South, we’ll head to Viridick City...” she frowned slightly. “Trust me when I say we should head to Pewtit. It may be somewhat restrictive in pokégirl freedom, but Viridick is one of the most Anti-Pokégirl cities in the entirety of the Indigo League, and they check everyone that goes through their city at armed security check-points...”
That made Gary speak up. “Hey!” He shouted at his Shadowcat. “There isn’t anything wrong with Viridick! That place knows how to put pokégirls in their place, that they’re things that should be seen and not heard, and do everything their masters tell them to; for if they don’t, they’ll deserve the beatings and punishments they earned!” He huffed in annoyance. “And besides, Viridick knows how to treat people; we are superior to pokégirls, being real humans!”
Ranma, Nabiki and Asrial all looked at each other for a moment before they all replied in unison, “Pewtit.”
It was then that the eldest Tendo stuck her head out of the side-door to the RV. “Oh, I do hope they at least treat human women decently in Pewtit City...” Kasumi spoke up. “I’d like to know if I can safely use some of these SLC things to get us some groceries. I just checked the refrigerator and cupboards in the kitchenette and all he has here are bottles upon bottles of beer, some processed cheese slices, a bottle of mustard, a bag of moldy bread, some instant ramen cups, and some bags of this stuff called ‘PokéChow’.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the grandson of Professor Stroak asked, “I have mustard?”
“Looking into the sky, Alice winced slightly. “Um, Master?” She spoke up to get his attention. “The sun is literally going down, and then it’ll be dark... the woods are going to be far more dangerous very soon!”
At that warning, Ranma saw that yes, night was upon them. Nodding his head at the warning of his Shadowcat, he called out to the group, “All right! Everyone, into the RV! We’ve got to keep moving while we can. I understand because of ‘elements’ that Alice and Cyan are going to have trouble with ‘Bugs’, so we need to avoid them.” He clapped his hands together. “C’mon, people, into the RV! We’re moving out!”
Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Nabiki raised an eyebrow. “Since when did you grow enough of a spine to make commands?” Not that she disagreed with his thought process in this instance, however...
Turning to Nabiki, Ranma shouted, “Well, if I don’t order people around, they just sit down and do nothing!” He still wasn’t completely over the fact that the two girls didn’t that said he owned them did anything to help Akane until he said so, even if he was beginning to understand why. Didn’t mean he was happy about it though; what the heck was with this world, that people had to give commands to get anything done anyway? Did they really have to make pokégirls so dependant on humans for guidance? Knowing no answers would come his way anytime soon Ranma sighed as he walked over to the front cabin of the RV and got in.
Watching as Ranma got into the passenger’s seat up front, Nabiki frowned tat that. “Hey!” She shouted to Ranma as he was about to close the door. “Who said you get shotgun?” Hey, she knew enough about cars to know that, so why wouldn’t she? Besides, she wanted to get a good look at the forest around them as they traveled. The more knowledge she had about the terrain, the better!
“Because I got here first,” he said while sticking his tongue out at her. He then closed the door behind them. However, left unsaid was he wanted the front seat for similar reasons and more. While he wanted to get a good look at the surroundings, he also didn’t want to be in the back with Akane. Even if it wasn’t really his fault, he’d failed to truly protect her; he couldn’t bear to be around her so soon.
Realizing it was time to go, Asrial took off her cape since it would be uncomfortable to sit back against while she drove; and her tail was going to get crimped enough as it was. However, the Salusian princess shook her head at the antics between the two humans going back and forth. “I’m so glad that this conversation is being conducted on a mature, adult level...” Asrial grumbled to herself, before sweat-dropping as Nabiki flipped Ranma the finger, the pigtailed male managing to simply smile.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” the eldest of the Tendo siblings told the skunk-like girl. “They’re just having fun.” Kasumi smiled as she watched Nabiki and Ranma go at it a bit more before Nabiki threw her hands up into the air, giving up. “Usually they’re nowhere near this nice to each other. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to Akane. Poor dear is literally missing a huge chunk in her body. Good thing the body only needs at least one kidney... I think she’s missing one.”
Her eyes wide in shock, Asrial just stared back at Kasumi in shock; her mind barely comprehending all that the older woman was telling her. She was certain about one thing though. This was going to be a loooong trip.
Eyes watching the clock on the dashboard for a moment, Ranma leaned into the chair’s backing as he tried to relax. It was already past three in the morning, but he wasn’t tired; his mind was too active with all that was going on, and this trip was taking far too much time for his liking. There was only so much room in the forest they could drive the RV through and they already had to backtrack twice when they hit dead-ends comprised of thick growth of trees. “I hope we can find this Pewtit City soon...”
With the bumpy road they went over and crowded path they drove through, Asrial growled slightly as the RV hit another branch... although she did smirk as she heard that asshole on the top cry out in pain. “I would, but I can’t find any dammed roads out here.” Not that she thought there would be. Besides her responsibility to keep the group she was with moving and safe, she was worried, horribly worried, about her friends that she arrived in this world with. The thought of them being turned into pokégirls or worse really frightened her. Hell, the thought of Jeremy getting laid by anyone other than her not only really, really freaked her out, but it made her jealous at the same time.
His eyes widening, Ranma bounced about in his seat, hitting against the door as Asrial took a very tight swerve. He could hear Gary’s cry of pain from up top and frowned. “You did that one on purpose that time.” He didn’t sound angered at all, though. His seat-belt had kept him from getting hurt.
The Salusian snorted at Ranma’s comment. As far as she was concerned, the asshole atop deserved it. From what she understood, he probably wasn’t any better than those Team Rocket guys or those so-called Tamers that she ran across that pelted her with those PokéBall things.
The ground they traveled over proved to be rather bumpy as they continued to drive along, but that was to be expected. “There simply isn’t anything man-made at all to this forest, is there?” Ranma asked curiously. Not that he minded normally, as he was a big fan of nature... however, in this world, where there were Feral pokégirls that could rip you apart and eat you alive, he would’ve appreciated any sign of civilization.
“Probably because of all those large female bugs that are flying around...” Asrial muttered. Just to prove her point, a BuzzBreast pokégirl flew in front of the RV, only to smash against the windshield.
“Holy shit!” Asrial swore as she steered the RV left and right to try and get the smashed thing off of the window. She blinked as it was suddenly pulled away from her vision and thrown into the woods. She turned her head to the side and saw that the passenger’s door was open. “Thanks.” She said as Ranma sat back down in his seat, closing his door shut.
Pulling his seatbelt back over himself, the pigtailed martial artist looked over to the Salusian. “Just be careful driving,” Ranma told her. “I know it’s dark and they thrive in it, but keep in mind those things are going to be attracted to the headlights.” He then slowly smirked. “And on a lighter note, I got a quick look at Gary. He’s still alive, but man is he a poor sight. I think it’s safe to say he’ll probably think next time before he attacks human women...” although a though in the back of his mind made Ranma feel such probably wasn’t the case, he could always hope. Hope was what kept him in his situation back in Nerima.
Asrial chuckled at the thought of the state Gary was in when the RV jumped a ledge, only to blink as they landed out of the collection of trees and onto a black asphalt road. “Hey! All right!” The Salusian shouted in excitement. Finally, some sign of humanity!
Leaning forward in his seat, Ranma blinked his eyes at the sight that lay before them. While it was a short road they were on, it led straight to a large building. The material that made up the concrete structure looked thick, and there were metal fences and thick strong walls jutting out from either side of the gray-brick building, to separate the forest from the other side. “All right, Asrial!” The pigtailed man shouted, getting excited. “This must be it!”
The blonde Salusian smirked and stepped on the gas. The sooner they got out of this hellish forest, the better!
Meanwhile, in the back, Ranma’s pair of pokégirls turned to face each other after having had their attention on the two in the main cabin. Cyan looked at Alice seriously and whispered, “Say... Master’s pretty relaxed right now...”
To that, Alice nodded. “Yeah...” however, she seemed to deflate. “But he seems a little upset at us...”
“Hey,” the Cheetit spoke up to her harem sister. “I wasn’t going to become bug food to save a Tomboy that tried to hurt Master.” She looked over to her shoulder to the back, where the bunk beds were. Kasumi hadn’t left that Tomboy’s side. Her skin had become rather pale.
“Yeah, I know that,” the Shadowcat said rolled her eyes. “Do you think I wanted to be some Arachnae’s meal as well? She’s just lucky master decided to take control and give me orders like a proper Tamer is supposed to do.”
“Of course you didn’t,” Cyan shook her head. “And you’re right... it’s just proper etiquette and the smart thing to do. Pokégirls don’t react until the master says so. Otherwise we’re only allowed to protect our Master.”
“Don’t we know it,” Alice agreed. “But he’s from another world. He doesn’t know how things normally work here. Doing our own thing in the midst of combat or in front of other people could get us punished by the authorities if we aren’t defending Master from Ferals or criminals.”
The Cheetit winced at that thought and nodded her head in agreement with the Shadowcat. The last thing she wanted was to be put through a Level Five Taming Cycle. She shuddered, at the thought of what those could do to a pokégirl. Those things basically wiped your personality clean; you lost yourself completely, leaving your body behind for the humans to mold the new personality to their preference.
“Uh, ladies...” Cassandra spoke up to get the attention of her two harem sisters.
Both cat-types turned to look at their harem sister. “What?" Both feline pokégirls asked in unison. It was creepy how even the pitches of their voices were in sync.
Pointing behind them, the High Elf asked, “You do realize Master is watching you both and listened, right?”
Both pokégirls suddenly turned around and saw Ranma looking over his shoulder at the two from up front. They then dropped to their hands and knees as they bowed before him. “We’re sorry for voicing our displeasure, Master!” Alice spoke up quickly, fearfully.
“We promise we won’t do it again!” The Cheetit followed. “It was just talk amongst ourselves, really! We promise not to do such in your presence again, just don’t punish us!” She’d had many masters over her life that gave her worse for having done far less.
“Uh... all right...” Ranma replied, unsure of himself before he shrugged it off and looked over at Asrial, who shook her head. “Why would I get mad about that?” He asked no-one in particular. “I mean, sure, when it was happening I wasn’t happy that you weren’t helping Akane, but at least I understand... a little anyway.” He smiled slightly. “So, don’t worry about it.”
Both feline pokégirls mewled in relief as they continued to bow in Ranma's direction. “Thank you, Master!” The Shadowcat spoke up. “I promise to do everything you say and serve you loyally!”
Cyan nodded her head rapidly. “We’ll do everything! Protect you, fight for you, spread out legs for you, whore ourselves out to make money for you...”
“Whaaat!?” Came the cry from the Salusian as she slammed her feel on the breaks, the RV suddenly stopping halfway along the road. Both Asrial and Ranma turned to look at the two pokégirls in shock. “Where the hell had that come from!?” Asrial demanded to know.
“Well, yes...” Cyan spoke up nervously. “It’s your right to. Our former master, when he wanted some quick cash, or lost a battle, would whore us out to make a quick credit. There are a lot of young men and women with extra cash and no pokégirls of their own that would love to tame rare pokégirls like a Shadowcat or a Cheetit.” After a moment, she seemed to add as an afterthought, “Not a High Elf though...”
“HEY!” Cassandra shouted. “It’s not my fault Elves are practically a ten credits a dozen and High Elves aren’t much different from that pre-evolved form!” She huffed and pouted, looking rather cute.
In reaction to the sylvan pokégirl’s response to being told she wasn’t the most sexually desirable prostitute, Ranma face-faulted. He slipped from the seatbelt and fell over out of his seat hard enough that he created a dent in the floor panel from it. “Ow...” he muttered under his breath. Taking a moment to sit back up into his seat, Ranma told them, “No... I don’t think I’ll be whoring any of you out. That sounds like something my Pops would do to you.” Really, he knew better than to do THAT to them!
At hearing that proclamation, both pokégirls practically glomped onto Ranma, crowding him up front as they both sat on his lap. “Thank you, Master!” Alice shouted happily, nuzzling her cheek against his.
“We promise we’ll be your best pokégirls... or, pokégirl and pokéwoman,” the Cheetit said as she nuzzled the other side of Ranma’s neck. Her hand slipped under her master’s shirt along with the Shadowcat’s as they began to caress his chest.
“Hey!” Asrial shouted, twitching as she watched the two horn-balls practically molesting Ranma. “Can’t you see you’re scaring the guy!?”
“...We are?” Alice asked as she looked at Ranma. She frowned lightly as she saw him shivering. “Why are you afraid, Master? We would never hurt you.”
“We positively love to serve you,” the Cheetit added while giving Ranma’s cheek a loving lick.
Shivering, Ranma was fighting to keep calm. Okay, so they weren’t completely cats... but damn it! Between the purring and the fur, the tails and other things, they just reminded him of cats so much! “Just... just back off a little, okay?” He pleaded. Really, it wasn’t so bad unless they were really close to him.
At the response she was getting from Ranma, Alice frowned slightly. “But, Master...” she whimpered lightly. “What are we going to do when it comes time to Tame us if you don’t want to be close? We have to have sex to stay sane.”
“Say what!?” Ranma shouted in shock, eyes wide.
“Wait, wait!” Asrial shouted. “How does SEX help you stay sane!? You have got to be making that up!” She took her foot of the break and continued driving again, wanting to just put all this behind her.
It was then a third voice spoke up. “Actually...” Nabiki started to speak up. “I read something about that in the PokéDex I took from Gary. And with how those two pokégirls went at me earlier, I think it’s safe to say that Alice and Cyan aren’t lying.” She tilted her head to the side as she continued to relax in the booth seat of the small table in the kitchen area. “However, while I’m not sure HOW it works, it’s obvious they’re not lying to us...”
“Oh yes, you’re quite right Mistress Tendo,” Cassandra spoke up. “You see, it all started from the beginning, when the man history knows as Sukebe created our kind over three-hundred years ago. He purposely programmed us to need to have sex, or to be ‘Tamed’ as it’s referred to in this day and age,” the High Elf said seriously. “We all have libidos that we must abide by, and if a pokégirl doesn’t have enough sex to satisfy that need, she loses what makes her... well, ‘human’. She will slowly fall into a Feral state and become a wild animal; the only thing bringing her out of it would be to be Tamed once again.”
With her harem sister’s explanation, the Shadowcat continued. “So you see, Master...” Alice said softly. “While we may be good for the next few days, if we don’t get sex soon... well... we’re going to lose ourselves and become animals and a danger to those around us... including you.” She bit her lower lip at having had to admit that, but he needed to know the dangers involved.
Rubbing his eyes with his right hand, Ranma slumped back in his chair. “This is too fucked up…” he muttered. While he normally didn’t use such language, he felt the situation called for it. “That sounds like something Happosai would do!”
After having heard the explanation, Asrial sighed. She so did not want to think about what was going to be involved with staying in this world at the moment. “Enough already,” the Salusian spoke up to get everyone’s attention. “We’re here!” She stopped the RV outside of the guard building and beeped her horn to try and get the attention of whoever was on duty. Suddenly the spotlights on the building’s roof turned on. Within a couple of minutes, the main door opened as a woman in police uniform came walking up to the car, holding a flashlight in her right hand. What really stood out about her was that she her hair was an unusual color: blue.
“That’s an OfficerJenny,” Cyan spoke up, letting her Master and, (hopefully) Mistress know just who and what was coming up to meet them. She shifted on her Master’s lap so he could be more comfortable and more easily turn to talk to the police pokégirl.
“She’s a Normal/Fighting-type mix pokégirl; the breed is a universal civil servant in all Leagues, and follows the local laws to a ‘t’,” Alice explained to Ranma. “Just be calm and treat her with respect,” the Shadowcat whispered her advice to her Master just as the police pokégirl came up to the driver’s side and made a motion for Asrial to roll down her window.
When the window had been rolled down, the OfficerJenny spoke to the group up front with a firm, no-nonsense tone of voice. “Excuse me citizens, but why is there someone chained up to the top of your RV?” The faint male cry of, ‘I can’t feel my legs!’ could be heard in the background.
Thinking quickly, Asrial replied, “He’s a criminal. He and his cronies tried to Love Ball the three human women we have in the back; worse, one of them is injured as well. We need to get her some major medical attention.” Okay, maybe she was stretching it a little, but from what she understood of what Ranma told her, he may not of tried to Love Ball the girls, but he’d certainly tried to PokéBall them!
A frown crossing the OfficerJenny’s face, she nodded her head and looked past Asrial and right at Ranma. “Is what your Skunkette saying true?” Human women were a dwindling rarity in this day and age. And if someone was trying to illegally turn them into pokégirls, there’d be some serious hell to pay!
At the demand of the police pokégirl, Ranma blinked his eyes, surprised that the OfficerJenny was insinuating that Asrial was his pokégirl. But admittedly, with what he knew of this world, he realized it was best not to make waves yet. “It’s true, Officer. The human girls are sisters, and the youngest really needs medical attention. We patched her up, but she lost a lot of blood and... bits...” he shuddered at the thought of the gaping wound that was in her side. He hoped to the kami they had some good medical practices in this town.
After Ranma stopped talking, Nabiki leaned over into the front and blurted out, “This RV was the criminal’s, by the way... but we’ve taken it as collateral for beating him and his lackeys in a Pokégirl Battle. That is legal to do, isn’t it Officer?”
Blinking her eyes at that statement, the OfficerJenny had to take a moment to think on it before she nodded her head. “Yes, that is legal... are you one of the humans that he tried to illegally Love Ball? And you said, ‘lackeys’. I only saw one perpetrator on the roof of your vehicle. Where are the rest?”
Nodding her head, Nabiki was quite for only a moment before she quickly answered, “Yes, Officer. He and his cohorts, who were killed by a pair of Feral pokégirls, tried to capture myself, my older sister Kasumi, and younger sister Akane. Akane was injured by an aggressive Feral spider-like pokégirl.”
Nodding her head, the OfficerJenny had heard enough. “All right. You can put your vehicle into park and follow me to the station. We can have the NurseJoy offer immediate healing to stabilize your sister before we get her into town for proper treatment.” She looked at the group crowding up at the front of the RV. “We’re also going to need to get some statements from everyone.” She then frowned slightly as she told them, “I'm sorry, but you’re going to have to put your pokégirls back into their balls for this. Human word is stronger than a pokégirl’s when it comes to making a complaint against another human.”
Hearing that command from the police officer caused Ranma to chuckl nervously. “Uh... officer? Asrial doesn’t go into a PokéBall.” Left unsaid was she didn’t have one to begin with, nor was going to try and stick her into one either.
Looking at the pigtailed man for a moment, the OfficerJenny looked between him and the woman she assumed was a Skunkette. “Oh, that’s all right. Alphas are allowed to stay out for the protection of their owners, but the rest have to go into their PokéBalls.” She gave him a reassuring smile as she explained, “It’s just to make sure that we have enough room for everyone.”
“Oh, all right.” Ranma smiled nervously at Asrial. “You heard her, Alpha,” he spoke to her, trying to keep the nervousness from his voice. “Help me rustle up the girls’ PokéBalls so we can get everything under way.”
Although her eye twitched slightly from being treated like a pokégirl, Asrial did consider how she looked... and thought of all the trouble that followed looking like one of the local female creatures. Sighing, she decided as sucky as it was, it might be safer for her to be ‘owned’ by someone while she was stuck here. At least he wasn’t a depraved, perverted asshole like a lot of the men around here, which meant he was less likely to pressure her into sex. Hell, from what she understood, he was nervous about having to Tame the pokégirls he now owned!
Shaking her head, the Salusian put the car into its parking gear. They had to comply if they wanted to get into Pewtit City...
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