[Episode 206663] [Episode 206663]
Sitting behind her desk, the OfficerJenny took a moment to bend over and hit the power button on her CPU. “Give me a moment to boot the computer up; I apologize for the delay,” she said to the group of four that sat before her. “We usually don’t see anybody at this time in the morning. Tamers are usually finally asleep at this time.”
“Well, as you can see we had an emergency...” Nabiki commented as she looked towards her sister. There was a pink-haired woman in nurse’s uniform that was attending to her unconscious sister. She realized the woman HAD to be a pokégirl. She was using GLOWING HANDS at point to heal her!
Also watching as the woman he assumed to be a pokégirl worked on his fiancée, Ranma idly wondered if he could learn that. He thought about it a bit more about it before he decided against it; probably some magic technique anyway. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try something like that. Maybe he could use his ki to emulate it. It was something to look into at the very least while he was here.
Nodding her head, the blue-tressed police pokégirl started to tap the keys of her keyboard as she logged on. “That young lady is very lucky she managed to last long enough to get here...” the OfficerJenny told the group with a very serious tone of voice. “Nurse Candy says she’s in a most horrid state.”
“Mostly a very potent poison with acidic properties...” the NurseJoy called back, wiping along the exposed area of Akane’s body with a medical sponge. “My Multiheal technique took care of the toxins left in her body and I’m using ‘Cure’ on her a few times to stop the decay her body was going through but...” she winced. “You’ll want to take her to the PokéCenter soon! I stabilized her, but she’s still pretty bad.”
At hearing that, Ranma winced. All thoughts of learning new techniques banished from his mind then and there. “How bad is she?” He was very worried.
Sighing, the NurseJoy listed the extent of the damaged. “Skin and nerve damage in the attacked area is too great for anything I can take care of on my own out here,” the pink-haired woman explained. “The pokégirl damaged her abdomninal aorta to get to her strongest flow of blood. The surrounding areas of her descending colon and spleen were effected as well and she’s missing her left kidney completely.”
The color drained from Ranma’s face; the Tendo sisters equally horrified. “Is she going to be okay?” Kasumi spoke up, worried for her little sister.
“She will, with time and proper healing...” the NurseJoy admitted. “She’s lucky she only lost a kidney. She still has her other one...” she took a moment to take a napkin out of the pouch of her apron before wiping her forehead with it. “I’m very sorry I’m not of a higher level to regenerate anything major on my own.”
The OfficerJenny nodded her head to the NurseJoy’s apology. They couldn’t be made with her. The Guard Station was only staffed for immediate help and she’d done her best with what she could do. “It’s all right, Candy. You told us she’s at least stable, right?”
Nodding her head, the Joy replied, “Oh yes! She should be well enough to make it to the PokéCenter with no problems.”
“Well thank the kami for small miracles...” Nabiki grumbled irritably. Her sister had been inflicted with major injures and while these people were sure they could help, the middle Tendo sister wasn’t sure how far to trust this world’s medical science. Shaking her head, Nabiki filed such thoughts away for later. She just wanted to get into town and away from the wilderness and start learning more about this place. “Look, can we get started? There are things we want to know too.”
Nodding her head, the OfficerJenny replied in a military fashion, “Understood, Ma’am!” She knew human women could be snappish and had the authority to get her in trouble. She’d best just roll with the punches and do what she wanted. “Now then, my computer is booted up. I’d like to know what happened.”
Before Ranma or Nabiki could begin, it was the eldest Tendo sister that spoke. “Oh, it was a rather peaceful day at the Dojo to begin with...” Kasumi said with a little sigh. “I was doing the laundry, father and Saotome-san were playing shogi on the veranda, Ranma and Akane were being good fiancés, Nabiki was doing the home's finances... and then everything went black and melty around us. When it came back into focus, we saw this world like some sort of battlefield out of that Dungeons and Dragons game with warriors and wizards. Ranma went to help but hit an invisible wall between us and them and in doing so, caused reality to break apart around us which caused us to end up here.” She then asked, “Does that explain it well enough, Officer...” she looked at the Jenny’s name-badge. “Jolie?”
Officer Jolie just stared at Kasumi for a loooong moment. Upon realizing the woman had bandages around her head, she asked, “You hit your head, didn’t you?”
Nodding her head in response, the eldest of the Tendo sisters explained, “I was taken off-guard by an attacker I didn’t see. I was told it was a Vinebra. She hit me hard enough that I was rendered unconscious for a little while.”
“Uh huh...” the police pokégirl said slowly before she turned to look at Nabiki before sighing. “Can you confer with what she has told me?” Obviously the poor girl was suffering from a concussion.
Although she was annoyed with her eldest sister, (they weren’t SUPPOSED to tell people that) she was thankful that the state her sister was in allowed the OfficerJenny to possibly chalk up her confession to head trauma. “She’s right that we aren’t from around here but I hate to say it, I saw the attack. That green pokégirl hit her very hard from behind with a tree branch. I saw blood splatter...”
“Oh, it was only a little cut,” Kasumi stated calmly, trying to ease any worry she thought her sister felt over the whole event. “I’m feeling a lot better now.”
Nabiki shared a quick glance with Ranma, who nodded. “Right, but didn’t you pass out from getting hit?” He asked calmly, trying to ease this girl into what they were trying to accomplish without arising suspicion from the officer.
“Well, yes, but what does that have to do with anything? I’m still...” her eyes widened as she felt a pressure on her foot. Nabiki was stepping on her foot? Causing her pain? But... but why? She hadn’t done anything wrong! She was always a caring, loving sister! She would do anything for them and her sister hurts her!?
So shell-shocked was she by Nabiki’s little step on her foot, that Kasumi couldn’t find her voice to speak up. However, the middle Tendo had no problem stepping in as it were. “Yes, Officer. My sister may need a bit of healing herself but Akane is our main concern right now.” She took a deep breath. “Anyway you wanted to know what happened? I’ll tell you. We came south from Viridick. We were trying to make our way up north on foot and had been at it for a couple of days when Gary Stroak and his boys attacked us. They saw the chance to try and have human women of their own and couldn’t resist. He then sicced his Shadowcat on Ranma over there,” she thumbed over to the pigtailed martial artist. “He had to run off for a bit to get some proper room to battle. Fortunately, he was able to get Asrial out of her PokéBall in time and she took care of the other pokégirl. It’s why Ranma didn’t want her to go into her ball. He’s rather wary about not having protection.”
Asrial twitched slightly. She wasn’t a pokégirl and she was starting to get slightly annoyed by all this. However, she understood that it really would be easier if they’d just say she was one. It was the only way to explain her looks at the moment. “Yeah my... err... master had that problem...”
“So, how come the Shadowcat is following you now?” Jolie asked Ranma directly. Even if they belonged to thieves and were taken in salvage, pokégirls could still be rather loyal to their previous master. It was sad in some cases...
Although he was unsure of it, he could only reply, “Apparently she and her harem sisters didn’t like their master much. I think he abused ‘em or something.” He sighed. “Look, I’m unsure. All I know is, is once I defeated her and Gary, Alice was more than willing to be my pokégirl. Her and her harem sister Cyan, a Cheetah? Er... Cheetit?” Kami, why did some of these girls have to have such perverted names?
Frowning at that, the OfficerJenny nodded her head. Pokégirls willing to jump ship after their master lost a PokéBattle was usually a sign of either little loyalty or the new master having such charisma that he could command pokégirls with just a wave of his dick. Since Ranma didn’t seem that much like the latter, it was obvious the thief didn’t take good care of his ‘tools’. “I understand...” the OfficerJenny replied with a nod of her head as she continued to type what was being told to her onto the computer while she asked, “And how did Akane get hurt so badly?” Such a serious wound was pretty horrid, not many people could take such damage and survive.
That question made the pigtailed martial artist frown in return. He hadn’t liked what happened and hadn’t liked being unable to do anything. “Well, Akane was pretty pissed with me getting pokégirls...” Ranma admitted. “She chased me around into the forest and we fell into the lair of some really big eight-legged spider-like pokégirl.” At the look the OfficerJenny gave him, he told her, “I’m sorry, I can’t remember what she was.”
“An Arachnae?” The NurseJoy offered.
Blinking his eyes a few times, Ranma shouted, “Yeah! That’s it!” His excitement was short-liked as he blinked his eyes again. “Wait...” he slowly spoke. “How’d you know?”
Gently rubbing the side of the unconscious Tendo sister, the Joy explained, “I thought it was such. The damage of the venom that was injected into your fiancée was too caustic to be a regular Spinnertit’s...”
The OfficerJenny tilted her head to Ranma. “So she fell into the clutches of an Arachnae. Did you try to stop the Feral?” She asked curiously. She knew he had to, since she was still alive. But she’d taken a bit of damage. Why would he leave her in its clutches long enough for her to be hurt that badly?
“I TRIED!” Ranma shouted angrily. ‘But I didn’t have nothin’ that could hurt that thing! My pokégirls whined about being at a disadvantage against it and nothing I could do could really hurt it either!” He sighed, lowering his head in defeat. “I wasn’t able to stop it until I thought to have Alice use Teleport to send it somewhere else...”
Nodding her head, the Officer took a moment to think about what she knew of his harem. A Skunkette, a Shadowcat, and a Cheetit... a Normal/Poison-type, Dark/Psychic-type, and Normal/Fighting-type. Nope, the OfficerJenny could agree that he had nothing that would be effective against a strong Bug/Poison-type combination pokégirl like the Arachnae. Still, a thought bothered her. “Where did your new Shadowcat take the pokégirl?”
Shrugging his shoulder, Ranma replied, “I dunno. Beats me.”
“BACK! BACK I SAY! BACK!!” Professor Stroak shouted as he pushed his body against the large Arachnae trying to force its way into the room; a regular arm and two of her spider legs caught between the frame and the door itself, keeping it ajar. Swatting at the pokégirl’s grasping hand with a frying pan, the Pokégirl Researcher shouted, “DAMN IT, MARYANNE! STOP STANDING THERE AND CALL THE POLICE!"
As he continued to struggle with the large spider-like pokégirl, Stroak shouted again. “MARYANNE!” Turning his head to the side and seeing his Titmouse was cocooned within white silk webbing, the aged Pokégirl Researcher could only curse. “Nut-bunnies!”
Staring at Ranma with a disbelieving look, Officer Jolie asked, “So... she’s running around and causing problems somewhere else then?” She didn’t sound too pleased.
“Hey!” Ranma shouted. “I just said Teleport her over the edge and down into the hole.” Ranma shrugged. “I was desperate.”
The OfficerJenny sighed. “I’ll have to keep an ear out for reports of any Feral Arachnae sightings...” she shook her head for a moment in annoyance. Typical Tamer. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at Ranma. “Okay. So you had saved Akane after she’d been injured. You took her back to camp?”
“Yeah,” Ranma admitted. “And we just barely made it in time to save Nabiki. These two plant-like pokégirls were having sex with her and from what I understood, trying to eat her too! Fortunately, a blast of fire from Asrial sent them packing and we were able to save her.” He frowned. “Couldn’t save Gary's goons though. Apparently the things fed on them while I was dealing with trying to rescue Akane from that Arachnae thing.”
The memories of what happened to her returning, Nabiki nodded glumly as her body shivered. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if they hadn’t tried to eat me afterwards.” It felt like so many little syringes were drawing blood from her all at once!
Nodding her head in understanding, the OfficerJenny admitted, “Well, some Plant-types are carnivorous...” she said slowly. She looked the young human woman in the eyes and asked, “Miss Tendo? Could you tell me what happened? I understand they ambushed your sister first but what happened after?”
“Well, when Gary’s goons were knocked out and Akane was chasing Ranma off into the wilderness, the two pokégirls came out of nowhere, the first one knocking out Kasumi and tying myself and Gary up with sap before eating the two, just draining their bodies of everything. “Then they freed me of the sap and fucked me before trying to eat me.”
The OfficerJenny blinked her eyes once, twice. “That’s it...?” She was expecting a little more graphic detail.
Snorting in annoyance, Nabiki rolled her eyes. “Fine. They hit me with something that made it impossible for me to move very, well destroyed my clothing, wrapped my body up in vines and stuffed my cunt with something that felt like smooth leaves and plunged it back and forth! Is that better!?” She snarled in anger.
“...Oh my...” Kasumi gasped out at having heard that. No wonder her little sister was angry enough to cause her pain earlier. The poor dear, to be brutally attacked like that! This world truly was a horrible place. She’d have to console her; maybe she could go to the market and find the ingredients she needed for Nabiki’s favorite recipe...
Behind her, Ranma coughed and looked away, blushing tremendously at how forward Nabiki was. Blinking his eyes, he was surprised as he saw Asrial had to turn to the side as well, her face flushing with red through her fur.
“Better,” the OfficerJenny agreed. “So what Ranma says is true? He came back just in time for his Skunkette to fight off the Plant-type pokégirls?”
“She had a flamethrower.” Nabiki said, her face slightly flushed from the memory. Why was she feeling hot?
Blinking her eyes, the OfficerJenny mulled over that for a moment before she corrected, “You mean she used Flamethrower.” After all Skunkettes could use that technique when they evolved from-
“Wait!” The OfficerJenny shouted. “Tamer Saotome,” she spoke up seriously, staring hard at the pigtailed individual. “If your Skunkette knows the technique Flamethrower, why didn’t you have her use it on the Arachnae?”
Ranma’s jaw gaped a bit. He had no clue how to answer that! Oh shit! They were screwed!
Fortunately for him, Asrial came up with the answer quickly, “The Arachnae stayed close to his fiancée. And because of the angle we were on, I wouldn’t have been able to get a clear shot. Either it or I would have hurt the girl.”
Visibly calming down, Officer Jolie nodded her head in understanding. “All right, that’s good.” If she was worried about the human’s safety, then it was better that she didn’t use the Flamethrower technique. After all, she would have been punished severely for having tried to protect her master’s fiancée. It was better for a pokégirl to err on the side of caution.
Nabiki finally leaned forward. “Excuse me, Officer Jolie?” She asked curiously. “Is there any more you need to know?”
Nodding her head, the OfficerJenny asked, “Anything else happen while on your way here?”
To that, Nabiki shrugged. “Not really. We just got into to the RV and kept on driving. We took all the rat bastards had in salvage. And with two of them dead in a savage pokégirl attack, there wasn’t much hassle over it.”
“All right.” The OfficerJenny nodded and stood up after a few moments of typing. “That should do it. Now, we should get your sister Akane loaded back into your vehicle and transported to the PokéCenter.”
“Before we go...” Nabiki spoke up. “I want to ask you a few things...”
Blinking her eyes, the OfficerJenny asked, “What do you want to know citizen?”
“First off, what can my friend Ranma here do about getting himself a PokéDex?” She looked at the pigtailed man in question who looked curious himself.
“He doesn’t have one!?” The OfficerJenny gasped in surprise. He had a pokégirl and didn’t have a PokéDex!?!? “Explain yourselves! Owning pokégirls without proper licensing is an inter-League offense!”
Ranma stare wide-eyed as he saw the OfficerJenny going for her hand-cuffs. Way to go, Nabiki! Damn it! How could he explain this one!?
“It’s true that Ranma’s not a Tamer,” Nabiki admitted in a cool and calm voice. “However, he got her as a gift when he turned sixteen.” The middle Tendo sister began rubbing her forehead. She was getting tired of covering for everyone.
“What does that have to do with it?” The OfficerJenny asked curiously. “Even as a simple Pet Owner, he should have one.”
Thinking only for a split-second, the Tendo girl had her answer. “His got destroyed by that Arachnae,” Nabiki replied. “Caustic venom tends to melt things...”
Visibly calming down, the OfficerJenny put her handcuffs away. That did make a lot of sense. “Right, right. Well, don’t worry. We can get that taken care of at the PokéCenter.” Although through all this, the police pokégirl felt something was right... these people seemed to not know anything that they should have known.
As the OfficerJenny was thinking, the middle Tendo sister asked, “What can you tell us about Pewtit?”
“On a personal level?” At the woman’s nod, Officer Jolie explained, “Odd that you don’t know. It’s one of the most famous cities of the Indigo League thanks to the Pewtit Museum. There’s just so much to see and do in this thriving community that features modern housing and a public park/garden. Although pokégirls are treated better in Pewtit than most other places, the city is considered to follow a borderline Anti-Pokégirl Rights stance due to the prevalent view the citizenry have of pokégirls being sex-toys rather than people.” She sighed as that bothered her. Shaking her head, she continued to explain, “Still, it is a fairly crime-free area and pokégirls can go about doing what they need to for their masters; even a number go without supervision without worry of being stolen. It’s that safe.”
That statement at the end caught the Salusian princess’ attention. “So if Ran-master,” she corrected herself. “So if Master needed me to go do something, I wouldn’t need him with me?” That was good. Maybe she could figure out how they had gotten there... or at least get information on that ‘Team Rocket’ that existed, if not try to prepare to take them on!
“Correct,” the OfficerJenny replied. “As long as you don’t cause any problems while you’re by yourself. Remember, your master will be held responsible for your actions. Any trouble you cause or actions you take will reflect on him.”
Asrial nodded before a yawn escaped past her lips. She was starting to get tired from the day. Looking around, she could see that the rest of her group was looking pretty tired as well. “Can we get some place to rest?”
Nodding her head, the policewoman replied, “But of course. We’ll have you drive into town and you can park your RV in the parking-lot by the PokéCenter. It may be late, but there should be at lease a couple of NurseJoys working the graveyard shift. They’ll get you some rooms and help your injured friend.”
Hearing that, Ranma nodded his head. “Thanks.” He could really use a nap right now.
“No problem,” Officer Jolie replied. Still, something wasn’t right about this group. She’d need to look into this more carefully.
Strapped onto a table and laying on her back, the granddaughter of the head of the Ichinohei clan tried to figure out where it all went wrong. She had come to Quagmire due to an arrangement with Anna Feeple in order to get her son Jeremy to marry her so that she could take over the clan, but she was soon caught up in the general Quagmire craziness. And that craziness lead her to ending up in some strange world where women with super powers beat the crap out of her and took her and Jeremy prisoner, while the Salusian Princess RAN!
“Yes,” Ichikoo thought despite the heavy feeling of drowsiness that seemed to cloud her mind. “I am in the first level of hell.”
She couldn’t even struggle very well. Her muscles didn’t seem to want to react, at all. Admittedly, considering that she wasn’t in pain, this wouldn’t be so bad... if only she wasn’t completely naked! The table was cold, the light above her was very bright and she didn't even want to know what those tubes hanging nearby were for.
“Can’t believe she’s pure human...” came a distorted male voice to her left. “It’s such a waste.”
“We have our orders,” came a reply of another male voice from her other side. “We’re to convert human women into pokégirls. It’s just blind stupid luck this one happened to be a pure human. You know we can’t just let her go, now that she’s seen us.”
There was silence. “We can’t have her ratting out the truth of Team Rocket to the police,” the other Team Rocket member agreed. “Still, you think this set up will work?”
“Positive,” came the voice to Ichikoo’s right. “See those IV’s? We’re pumping various pokégirl DNA strands into her. Once she’s got enough, she’s going to get filled with that cohesive solution to make sure one or more of the DNA matrixes take root. Then she’s to be Love Balled, and that will be that. Still...” his voice turned devious. “Doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate her excellent female form right now...” so saying his hand went down to Ichikoo’s chest, groping her left breast roughly. His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, rolling it between his digits.
At that, the kunoichi of the Ichinohei clan winced. Didn’t the jerk at least know how to be kind to a girl? That groping hand led to another on her other breast while two other handss ran around her inner thighs and touched places that no man had a right to touch, save her husband of course.
“Heh... she’s sensitive.” The second voice muttered. Ichikoo tried to look at him, but her vision was swimming due to whatever it was that was used to put her under.
“You know, I always liked Edo girls...” the man continued, his hands parting her pussy lips. “Think the boss will let me keep this one?”
“Fat chance,” the other man replied. “There’s got to be at least five men that have already put in word to wanting her...”
“Too bad,” his partner replied. “Edo girls are always so tight compared to the pokésluts in any of the other Leagues.” He continued on while Ichikoo’s eyes widened before rolling back into her head as she felt his fingers push roughly into her cunt. “Heh heh... I gotta say, this cunt’s squeezing the hell out of my finger...” He sounded surprised and smug. “Very tight...”
“Well, like you said before, she’s obviously an Edo Leaguer. What do you expect?” He chuckled a little before becoming more serious. “I wonder what she was doing with that loser anyway?”
“The one in lock-up?” The second man asked as his hand continued to feel his index and middle fingers around inside of the Asian’s vagina. “Last I knew they were beating the shit out of him for information. But since he turned out to be pure like this one... who knows, he may get a job offer.”
“Him?” The first man scoffed, his hands giving Ichikoo’s right breast a rough squeeze. “He’s a pussy, and not the fuckable kind! He doesn’t have what it takes to be a member of Team Rocket!”
Ichikoo’s eyes widened at hearing that. They were going to make Jeremy join them? No! No way! There was no way she could allow that! She had to break free of this somehow and save herself and her betrothed before it was too late!
“That we can agree on... but you know the boss’ rules. Humanity over pokégirls. Once the boss gets word this man is pure human, he’ll give him an offer to join. And if the dipstick knows what’s good for him, he’ll take it.” His hand continued to probe Ichikoo’s depths and he seemed to grin in the darkness. “Man alive, I said it before and I’ll say it again. Her pussy is tight!”
“Too bad that Skunkette got away...” the first one mentioned. “She would’ve been a prime catch if we actually sent someone after her...”
“A Skunkette?” The second man scoffed. “They’re simply Common pokégirls. Hell, their pre-evolved form of Mephitits is joked to be ‘Very Common’!”
“Yeah, but you saw the finery that one was wearing. Can you imagine what tools or gear she had in that utility belt?” He whistled. “Might’ve been carrying all her Tamer’s gear since we didn’t find anything on him. We missed out on some goods to fence.”
“True..." the second Team Rocket member conceded. He slowly withdrew his hand from the female ninja’s cunt and licked his fingers. “That’s it. Even if I don’t get her, I have to Tame her at least once!”
That made Ichikoo’s eyes widened. Oh hell no! He didn’t mean...
“Hey, you know we’re not supposed to!” The first one shouted. “We could get in serious trouble if we screw up her transformation!”
The Team Rocket flunkie looked over to his current partner. “I’ll pay you one-hundred and fifty-thousand SLC if you keep your gods-damned mouth shut and let me fuck this cunt,” he said seriously.
If possible, the kunoichi’s eyes would’ve popped out of their sockets at what the thug proclaimed. “Kami! That IS what he meant!” She thought in horror.
The first one was silent for a moment. Finally, he spoke. “Three-hundred thousand and it’s a deal,” he said.
“You bastard,” the Team Rocket member cursed out his partner. “But fine! It’s a deal!”
Although whatever drugs kept her in a state of twilight robbed her of her strength, Ichikoo could understand what was going on. She tried to move as she heard clothes rustling, but to no avail. She just wasn’t capable of doing anything but lie there and be pumped with whatever those IV’s were flowing into her at the moment.
It was then the second man got onto his knees on the table. Ichikoo eyes, already with fear, got a solid view of his dick. While an average five inches in length, it was erect and the girth almost two inches! He felt this way because of her and was more than willing to use her to help him take care of his problem. “NO!!” She mentally shouted.
“You do realize that even with all the drugs and pokégirl DNA being pumped into her, that she needs to be Love Balled after this to be completely changed into a pokégirl, right? She probably won’t have a cunt as nice as a pokéslut’s.” The first one said as he watched the second man thrust hard into the captive woman’s vagina.
“I know,” the man grunted as he ground his cock around inside her. “Holy fuck! This girl was a cherry!” He crowed in victory. “I'm fucking a virgin girl here!” He laughed as he started to plunge his hips back and forth, causing her breasts to bounce and make obscene sloshing sounds from the blood and other fluids.
“Ahhh...” Ichikoo managed to moan out, squirming in discomfort. The prick wasn’t taking it easy on her as he deflowered her. How could he steal what was so precious to a girl? The son of a bitch!
The shadowed Team Rocket member shook his head. “Lucky fuck.” He muttered enviously. “Such a rarity in this day and age.”
Nodding his head, the man fucking Ichikoo grinned. “I know. And look, she likes it!” He said seriously. “You hear her moaning? I’m giving her the best orgasm of her pathetic human existence before we turn her into a cum-dumpster pokégirl.”
The Team Rocket member laughed for a moment. “That’ll be especially true if she become a Bunnygirl...” the one standing by continued to chuckle. “So what Level Conditioning Cycle are we putting her through in the Taming Machine her after she’s Love Balled?”
Hearing that, Ichikoo could feel a shiver go up along her spine. It was bad enough she was being fucked against her will, but they were going to do something else to her? She do didn’t like the term ‘Conditioning Cycle’...
“Level Three, I believe,” his partner grunted as he took another firm thrust into Ichikoo’s moistening pussy. "Get her in line, but doesn't erase anything. She'll be confused for a couple of days, but she'll be shown her place in the meantime.”
The first one chuckled as he looked at the squirming, moaning and thrashing girl. “Put her in line but let her remember just who and what she was before, eh?” He chuckled and grabbed Ichikoo’s breasts harshly with either hand. “Gods above, her tits are pretty impressive... hopefully she’s not turned into a Tomboy. It would be a shame to lose these beauties.”
Head reared back, Ichikoo tried to cry out. They were defiling her! They were taking her like a whore and were taunting her with what her fate was to be. They couldn’t do this to her! She was human! She wasn’t some sex toy to be fucked on command!
Getting the girl to cry out louder as he plunged into her, the first Team Rocket member replied, “Why do you think there’s a bit of Kitten and Catgirl DNA being put into her. I’m hoping for a Cat-type.”
The man’s chest rumbled as he laughed heartily. “Ha ha ha! Excellent... that’ll definitely make her a cum-slut.” He smirked as he squeezed with his hands hard enough to leave a bruise on Ichikoo’s mammaries.
“Yeah, but at least she’ll still be smart enough to follow instructions,” the member fucking the bound kunoichi grunted as he continued to plunge back and forth. “Bunnygirls can’t do anything outside of letting themselves be fucked. The horny, cum-loving sluts.”
As her raping continued, Ichikoo moaned louder, barely able to shake her head back and forth in denial. This couldn’t be her fate! It just couldn’t!
“Hey look!” The man fucking her spoke up suddenly. “Little bitch is crying!”
Leaning over to get a good look, the other Team Rocket member asked, “So?” He pinched her nipples and twisted them harshly. “Just about done there?” He asked as he looked up at his partner. “Looks like she’s cum at least three times by now.”
“I noticed...” he chuckled. “She’s so lucid, I don’t think she’s noticed.” He slapped the side of her ass. “Give me a couple more minutes. I’m almost there!” He kept thrusting harder and harder, making Ichikoo’s breasts bounce even as his partner held tightly on her nipples.
Stopping in mid-squeeze, the man frowned. His partner was really a lucky bastard. “Better finish up then.” He smirked while squeezing her breasts again, squeezing and rolling Ichikoo’s rounded mammaries in his hands. “Damn, she’s got such soft tits!” Damn, he couldn’t believe just how lucky they were to get a young virgin human female like this! Still, they had a job to do. “We gotta put the last solution into her before she can be Love Balled, after all.”
“Hold on, I'm almost-” the Team Rocket member didn’t get to finish his sentence as he finished. Slamming his hips into the hot Asian’s he came. His seed flowed deep into her womb with no resistance as he orgasmed.
Rearing her head back, Ichikoo tried to scream in horror at what was being done to her. Yet at best, all she could do was gasp out, the tears still trickling at the corners of her eyes. This was HELL!
Seeing the look on her face, the Team Rocket member let go f her breasts. “Wow... looks like the bitch is seriously enjoying your cum...”
“Fuuuuck...” the Rocket thug on the table gasped. “Feels like my dick’s about to be squeezed off!” He moaned happily as he continued to grind his cock around inside of her love-channel. Finally, when she stopped spasming around him, he pulled his dick out with an audible ‘plop’, splattering a bit of their mixed cum and blood on he hips. “Damn, this was one of the best lays of my life. I so love Team Rocket!”
The other member chuckled and looked down at Ichikoo’s crying face. “Aww... little bitch is crying hard... too bad!” He taunted as he stepped away from her. Turning around, he walked over to a large control panel. “Hurry up. Let’s stuff her with those tubes and get that solution flowing so we can Love Ball her.”
“Right.” Between the two of them, it didn’t take long for the tubes above Ichikoo to lower down. The man that just fucked her got off the table and went to work. He then stuffed one of the tubes into her mouth before wrapping a restraining device around her face so that she couldn’t spit it out.
With the sudden violation of her body, Ichikoo would have screamed loudly when one of the men stuffed a smaller tube up her ass, but the tube in her mouth prevented that. She winced as a third tube was inserted into her cunt, causing her to thrash and cry out in discomfort and displeasure.
With the woman set, the Team Rocket member told his partner, “Flip the switch.”
And just like that, the kunoichi of Ichinohei Clan felt as some sort of warm liquid started flowing into her body at faster than she thought possible. She coughed around the tube in her mouth, causing some to splatter out her nose. Her hips, she tried to squirm, but as before, her body seemed dead to the world as she was violated in an unexpected and whole new way. She took it back! She was in a deeper pit of hell than she thought! She could feel intense pain as her belly starting to swell from her insides being stuffed with the fluid. “HRRRTS!” She finally managed to scream around the tube, trying to get them to stop.
“Almost there...” the one at the controls mumbled, a moment before the liquid stopped being pushed into her body. “There, it’s done.” He turned over his shoulder to look at his partner. “Love Ball this slut.”
“Right,” his partner complied as he grabbed the illegal PokéBall off from a nearby table and tapped Ichikoo on her stomach with it, only for the girl to suddenly disperse in a blur of red light and be sucked inside.
Now able to ‘move’, Ichikoo could feel herself screaming as she tried to come to comprehend a falling sensation as traveled through an expanse of all-encompassing darkness... all over because it was like there were a million pieces of her that were slowly coming together in this place! And in ways that shouldn’t be forming.
Outside the Love Ball, the two smirked at each other. “Job well done,” the Team Rocket member said as he pulled his pants up.
“Right,” his partner agreed as he placed the illegally modified PokéBall down on the now empty surgical table. “Now then... about my three-hundred thousand SLC...”
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