[Episode 206666] [Episode 206666]
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...”
With Ranma taking Akane to the PokéCenter, Kasumi scouring the town for current information and gossip, (and groceries) as she got the lay of the land and Nabiki hitting the local library for more historical information on the history of this world, the Salusian took the time to take the RV taken in for maintenance. Not that she thought she needed it, but it was an excuse to find out about and learn the tech specs of it. It took time to find the local garage of Pewtit City, but with the assistance of a helpful OfficerJenny, the Salusian drove around and found ‘Greasy Pete’s Garage’.
So, sitting back in a folding chair the owner of the establishment had provided her, Asrial had her arms crossed over her chest as she listened to the wrench monkey prattle on about the RV they ‘won’ from Gary in a ‘PokéBattle’ as salvage. She wanted to know everything she could about it and the possible upgrades she could make to it so she could get to finding Jeremy and Ichikoo that much faster with a mighty weapon. She was sure that the RV could make a staging platform for battle.
“Whoa boy!” The somewhat overweight mechanic cheered on as he closed the armored flap over the engine. “I say! Your master sure has good taste, Skunkette! A Class A Motor-home comprised of a commercial truck chassis with semi-truck parts in the drive train; furnished with beds, a table, food preparation and storage area/refrigerator and bathroom with stand-in shower stall. Three independent drive sources running from a power plant that works on Methane: primarily that of black water with option for electric charging. Can operate with the front or rear wheel trinary out of commission. Side and top hatches on the main unit with rear and top on the rear section. Full running lights and brake lights for urban street use. An external video camera mounted on the forward pylon located just behind the front top hatch that also houses a remote antenna. All pylons are hardened and armored with three-inch plating. Heck, I can see that this model is designed to operate in water and will remain sealed when fully submerged. It could even float while the bottom buoyancy hatches are half-full of water...” he shook his head in bewilderment at all the extras and features RV was totting. “This is the ultimate way for a Tamer to travel. How the hell did your master afford it!?”
“Got it from a thief,” Asrial answered. Although she wasn’t sure if Gary was a thief by trade, considering that the OfficerJenny said that the hardest interrogator in the world was in town... it was probably best to let as many people as possible, (those that they met anyway) know he was a thief. Stick to your guns and be confident and you were less likely to attract attention.
“Shit...” Pete whistled. “Must’ve been one of them Team Rocket bastards to afford all’a this! Stuff borders on military grade, I tell you what!” He managed to grin at Asrial. “Since he had you bring it down here, I take it he wants to sell it? It might take time, but I could get the money. I know someone that would pay to take this off’a yer hands.”
The Salusian shook her head. “No, no... You see, my master just wanted to know everything about it and make sure it’s running fine, that’s all.” She then added as an afterthought, “Well, that and he wants to see if maybe there’s a way to upgrade it any more if possible.” And if upgrade could mean possible weaponry. The thing was like a mini-tank as was. If they could make pokégirls turn tail and run, the better!
Pete considered that for a moment. “Hey! Ralphie!” He called out into the garage.
“What?” Came a voice from near the back.
“I want you check the computer and see if there’s any upgrades available for a Class A Landmaster Recreational Vehicle!” After a moment he added, “And don’t waste time with the interior applications; the thing is stocked with those.”
Coming towards them was a lanky teenaged individual with scraggly brown hair and grease-smeared denim overall. “A’ight!” He said as he was wiping his hands with an oil-splotched rag. Just dropping it onto the concrete floor as he walked, he opened a door and walked into the office. Minutes went by before he called out, “Do they have the three inch plating?”
“Yeah, they do!” Pete called back.
“A’right!” The mechanic in the office responded. “Do they have the tri-star wheel arrangement rather than dual-wheel mounts?” Ralph asked curiously. “It’ll allow them to crawl over boulders and rocky terrain!”
“Yeah, they got that done too!” Pete called out. “I should’a mentioned they got major interior and exterior frame-work upgrades. I need to know about little shit attachments that’ll still useful, you know?”
There was only the sound of clacking keyboard keys for a few moments. “They got a satellite dish?” Ralphie asked. “It says here one can help with getting television signals and even internet access!”
Looking up at the roof of the RV, Pete blinked his eyes as realization hit. “No, they ain’t got that!” He shouted back to his employee. He then turned to the direction of the assumed Skunkette. “What d’ya think'a that? A nice satellite dish for your master’s use. Maybe get some news stations and porn channels while out in the wild!”
Although she ignored the crack about the porn channels, Asrial nodded her head. Any extra information that she could get while away from the cities would be helpful. “Yes, I’m sure that... err... Master will love it.” Damn! It was difficult to remember everything that those two pokégirls had told her briefly and even harder to remember to call Ranma her ‘master’. She hated it but it was easier for people to deal with a ‘pokégirl’ that was doing errands for her master than a visitor from another world.
Finally, after a moment of internal contemplation, the Salusian asked, “Is there anything available for protection or vehicle defense?”
At that request, Pete turned back towards the direction of the office. “Ralph?”
“Yeah!” The mechanic called back to his boss. “They have high-grade Pokégirl Repellent Dispensers!” Ralph was silent for a moment before he once again called back from the office. “They’re nozzle devices that attach to the roof and they double the effect of regular pokégirl repellant dispenser cans. The five-hundred feet radius dispenser shoots up to an effectiveness of one-thousand feet!”
Grinning ear-to ear, the Salusian shouted, “Perfect!” Now they wouldn’t have to deal with things like those perverse plants and bug bitches as they traveled through the wilds.
Wringing his hands, the owner of the garage could practically taste the standard League credits that were going to be heading his way. “All right,” Pete said with a nod of his head. “Shall we put in an order for both upgrades?”
Nodding her head, the Salusian princess said, “Please. I’m sure that my...” Asrial winced. “Master will be able to pay.” At least those credit cards had a lot of cash on them. Surely they’d have enough to pay for all this.
“All righty!” Pete said with a smug smile. “And how will he be paying for it?”
Smiling wide, Asrial asked, “Do you accept credit cards?” If not, she was pretty sure she could just go and get some physical cash from the PokéCenter or a bank.
The mechanic grinned widely with that question. “That we do,” he replied with a nod of his head. “Now, can we get one for a down payment?” Pete asked as he held out his hand to Asrial for her to hand him said card.
As she reached to her side, the Salusian stopped in mid motion as a realization hit. Blinking her eyes once, twice, Asrial cursed under her breath. Oh crap! Nabiki and Kasumi were holding all their on-hand cash at the moment! Ranma still had the PokéDex with Gary’s account. Shit! What to do, what to do!? “Oh wait...” she said slowly as she eyed Pete warily. “I’ll just go back and get the money from my master. One moment, please?”
Curious as to the way the assumed Skunkette before him was acting, Pete stared Asrial over for a moment. “Why would he send a pokégirl out to make purchases in his name if he didn’t give her any credits to... purchase...” he trailed off slowly. A grin split across his face as he started to look the skunk-like woman before him with an appraising eye. “Hey! Ralph!” He called out to his employee. “Get yer ass out here!”
Coming out from the office, the younger and taller individual answered his employer’s call. “Yeah, boss?” Ralph blinked his eyes as he realized Pete had a shit-eating grin on his face. “What happened? Something good?”
“Ralphie my boy...” Pete began slowly. “A Tamer with a superior vehicle has need of our humble garage for a tune-up and upgrades. He has sent his Skunkette alone to do it for him, yet he didn’t give her any money to pay us with... so what could he have sent for a down payment?” His smile became a rather toothy grin.
Understanding immediately hit Ralph. “Ooooooh!” The other mechanic began to smirk as well. “Yeah, that is something... isn't it?”
At the way the two men were acting, Asrial blinked her eyes in confusion. “What are you two talking about?”
At the innocent act the pokégirl before him was portraying, Pete grinned wider. “Obviously your master has sent you to service us to receive our service. Now be a good pokécunt and get on your knees and ‘service’ us!” He said seriously as he slowly began to unzip the fly of his jeans.
Eyes going wide with fear, Asrial screamed. “What!? Oh hell no!” Asrial yelled as she jumped back and away from the assholes. She reached for her gun only to realize, belatedly, that she had left it on the RV. Shaking her head, the Salusian of royal descent raised her fists. She was still more than enough to handle a pair of idiotic perverts. “Touch me and die!” She threatened.
Stepping back, the teenager stared at Asrial in surprise. “Wow...” Ralph whispered in shock. “She’s a tough gal. Her Tamer must either love pain or has a special bond with her.” Still, it wasn’t like they couldn’t handle a pokéslut like her.
“I can see the attraction,” Pete admitted as he reached for one of the two PokéBalls on his belt. “Personally, I like them a little feisty.” Holding the PokéBall in firmly his hand, he pulled it free tossed it with a shout of, “Blowtorch! I Screw You!”
With that, the PokéBall opened, releasing a blur of red light. The light suddenly condensed into a red haze that took form as it solidified and colored in before showing off a very red and nude reptilian pokégirl with long blonde hair and a flame blazing at the end of her tail. “Blowtorch! Use Ember that Skunkette!” He shouted his command.
“Char! CharAmanda, Char!” The pokégirl seemed to agree with her master as she took a deep breath before spitting out a small ball of flame at Asrial.
Her eyes going wide, the Salusian princess shrieked at the ball of fire that came towards her. “Hey!” Asrial shouted as she ducked to the floor while using both her hands to pat her head. “You nearly set my hair on fire, you bitch!” She screamed before jumping the pokégirl, causing her to fall down onto her back and hard! Hey, if she was this close then maybe this hothead wouldn’t...
“OH CRAP!” Asrial shrieked as she had to jump back off from the pokégirl as the Fire-type threw some more embers at her at point-blank range. “Damn it all!” The blonde Salusian cursed as she rolled away from the pokégirl. She was patting at her now singed clothing. Thank God for the durable material of her uniform.
Seeing his CharAmanda get the upper-hand, Pete smirked widely. “That’s a good job, Blowtorch!” He then looked over to his right at his fellow mechanic. “HEY! Ralphie boy! Gimme a hand, will ya?”
Having been so entranced by the PokéBattle before him, it too the teenager a moment to respond. “Oh, right!” He then took the one PokéBall he had on his belt off and tossed it with a command of, “Viceclamp! I Screw You!”
The PokéBall opened suddenly, giving a similar display as the one the CharAmanda had appeared in. However, where Asrial faced a reptilian hottie around her own size, there was now an 8’ tall woman of metal standing there. She raised her arms and menacingly roared, “IROOOON MAAAAIIIIDEEEEEN!”
Her jaw dropping, Asrial shook her head in disbelief. Okay, one opponent she might be able to handle. These pokégirls seemed pretty dammed tough and had powers. But two!? “Hey! Two on one’s not exactly fair, is it!?” Not that it would matter if she had any of her freaking weapons on her.
“You’re the one that won’t do as your master intended of you!” Pete shouted angrily. How dare this pokégirl talk back to her betters? He’d show her! “Now Blowtorch! Use Ember again on that bitch!”
“Viceclamp!” The lanky grease monkey shouted to his Iron Maiden. “Use Throw!”
Eyes wide from the sight of the oncoming attack, Asrial shrieked as she had to side step the fireball that blazed into the concrete floor where she’d been standing. She then fell forward onto the floor in order to duck as a large car axle was thrown at her like a javelin, the metal vehicle part stabbing into the concrete. Holy crap! They were going to kill her! She may have been strong, but so were these pokégirls!
“HEY!” Pete shouted at the sudden destruction in his garage. “Careful with that Iron Maiden, will ya’? That is coming outta yer paycheck!”
The teenaged mechanic gawked at his boss’ threat. “Aww, man!” Ralph huffed, before glaring at Asrial. It was her fall that happened, ducking like that rather than taking the blow! “Make me look bad in front of the boss will you? Viceclamp! Use Mach Punch!”
“Irooooon...” the Steel-type pokégirl slowly growled as she pulled her fist back, a whirl of wind starting to wisp around it. She then lunged forward with a roar of, “MAIDEN!!”
Her attention on the CharAmanda, Asrial jumped to the side as another ball of fire rushed at her, only to cry out in pain as she was hit in her side with a fist hard enough to crack a rib or three. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” She screamed as she went flying.
Seeing the Skunkette crash into more of his goods, sending boxes falling over and used car parts clattering about if not breaking, Pete snarled at the loss of inventory. “Damn it!” He shouted as he suddenly whirled on his employee. “Your Iron Maiden is causing too much damage!”
Wincing as his boss screamed right in his face, the mechanic tried to explain. “But she stopped the Skunkette, didn’t she?” Ralph asked. He winced once more as his boss glared at him, “Okay, okay...” he sighed in defeat as he took hold of his Iron Maiden’s PokéBall. “Viceclamp! Return!” He shouted as he held the red and white sphere up. A red beam shot straight from the PokéBall’s lense and hit the Iron Maiden, causing her to glow red before she break down into a red beam of digital information that was then sucked back into the PokéBall.
Shaking his head, the overweight individual muttered, “Fucktard. Watch how a pro handles this.” Taking the other PokéBall off his belt, Pete shouted the activation command, “Sparkplug! I Screw You!” As had happened before, this PokéBall opened to release a show of red light. A light of information that soon took the form of a yellow-furred, purple-haired mouse-girl whom had a thunder bolt-shaped tail behind her.
“Sparkplug!” The owner of the garage shouted to get her attention. “Use Thunder Wave on that Skunkette!”
Nodding her head, this pokégirl surprised Asrial as instead of calling her breed name, she answered, “Right boss!” She then turned back to face her target, her red cheeks starting to spark.
Knowing she was in trouble, Asrial shook her head to try and clear it of the pain as she got to her knees, her left hand clutching her side. God damm! That was a hell of a strike! “AAAUUUUUUUGH!” She screamed as she was suddenly shocked with several thousand volts of electricity.
The Electric-type pokégirl watched with wide eyes as her opponent finally fell, body unresponsive. Perhaps she’d put a little too much into that Thunder Wave? Softly, the Peekabu trotted over to the assumed Skunkette and toed her shoulder. “Hey,” she asked softly. “Are you all right?”
Asrial twitched, her body still sore and hurting. Her broken ribs felt like they shattered and her body jerked and twitched as lightning danced across her furry skin. She was in no position to answer at the moment.
With the state of her opponent as her response, the Electric Mouse pokégirl carefully picked up Asrial in her arms. “She’s paralyzed boss...” she told her master. “What do you want me to do with her?”
“Put her face down on over the arm-rest of the couch in the office,” he said seriously. “It’s time I took my piece of ass...” he grinned. “Quite literally...” but first he had to deal with reprimanding his idiot employee. You damage pokégirls, not equipment!
The pokégirl nodded her head as she carried her downed opponent. Bringing her over to the office, she looked down at Asrial. “Too bad for you,” she told the unresponsive girl she assumed was a Skunkette as she carried her over to the couch and put her face down over the arm-rest. “You should know Master just loves tapping ass.” She giggled as she pulled down Asrial’s pants and underwear. “Such a nice ass too.” She cooed, happily squeezing and then slapping Asrial’s firm butt wit her hand. She giggled as she watched it jiggle slightly. “So toned, yet plush!” She cooed happily, before alternating kisses and licks all over Asrial’s posterior, the Peekabu’s hands squeezing and caressing her black-furred buns.
Eyes wide with shock, Asrial gasped out as she tried to speak, unbelieving what was being done to her. “Please... don’t...” she managed to wheeze out as her lungs started to get deeper intakes of breath. “I... I’m not...” she bit her lower lip before trying to explain, “I’m not here to be... Tamed...”
“Sure you’re not,” Sparkplug said in a disbelieving tone. “Listen, I know some pokégirls have trouble accepting this but it is how we are. Our owners can use us as pimp tokens whenever need be. Master often whores me out to Ralph whenever business is slow and he doesn’t have the credits to pay him.” She continued to softly rub Asrial’s ass. “And it seems your master intends to whore you out too...”
“N-no...” she groaned out. Her eyes widened as she felt Sparkplug put a finger into her backdoor. “Ahhhhh!” She cried out softly. He gnawed on her lower lip, groaning softly as the pokégirl moved her finger around back there.
The Peekabu smiled widely at the reactions she was eliciting from her other woman. “Heh heh! Wow... you’re getting wet from this, huh? You must like taking it up the ass... so like a Skunkette.”
“No... you don’t understand...” Asrial tried to explain, but to no avail. She squealed lightly as the Peekabu continued to feel around back there.
“It’s all right,” the Peekabu said soothingly. “I've seen the PokéDex entry written up on Skunkettes. Your kind loves anal action and spankings. Skunkettes are known for having such ‘ba-donka-donk’ booty and yours is no exception.” She gave Asrial a playful swat to her ass with her right hand.
At that explanation, Asrial hissed in exasperation. Her eyes then closed, the Salusian groaned while the mouse-looking pokégirl put a second finger into her ass. “No... noooo...” she whimpered out. She was so ashamed! She could feel fluids started dribbling out of from her labial folds, soaking along her inner-thighs, coating the fur there in her sticky juices. She couldn’t believe the pokégirl was turning her on like this!
“It’s okay...” the Electric-type pokégirl whispered. “You’ll be fine, I promise...” she smiled. Her owner was taking his sweet time getting undressed. Maybe she’d have enough time to have some fun? Smiling at her decision, the Peekabu took a little initiative as she turned Asrial over onto her back and started to unzip the Skunkette’s jacket. “Such a lovely shape...” she cooed about the woman’s hourglass figure before she proceeded to take off the rest of the assumed Skunkette’s clothing.
Panting for breath Asrial looked at the Peekabu with fear in her eyes. “Please... don’t...” she whimpered as she was stripped naked, the pokégirl starting to lick and kiss her full breasts. She squirmed slightly at the sensations that jolted through her nipples.
“I love your breasts...” the Peekabu whispered softly. “They’re so full and firm... you must be a D-Cup...” she whispered with a hint of jealousy. She then slowly trailed her hand up from Asrial’s breast, to her neck and onto her face before she stroked her fingers gently through Asrial’s long locks of blonde hair. “You’re just so soft and pretty. Your master takes wonderful care of you. I’m so jealous.”
Panting for breath, the Salusian of imperial birth couldn’t believe what was happing. She was hurting and she was pleasured but despite these strong sensations, she knew what awaited her. “Please...” she whimpered. “Don’t let him...”
Frowning sadly at the look of fear on the other woman’s face, Sparkplug wrapped her arms around the assumed Skunkette and held her close. “Shh... shhh...” the Peekabu whispered before kissing Asrial softly on the lips. She broke the kiss softly and looked into the blonde’s eyes. “It’s obvious your master cares a lot for you and you don’t want to betray him, but it’s okay... shhh...” she whispered softly as she kissed Asrial again, before bringing her left arm between them, running her hand down to the Salusian’s sex and rubbing her directly, sending soft electrical pulses to enhance the pleasure that the woman she thought was a Skunkette was feeling.
Eyes widening to almost comical proportions before they relaxed Asrial couldn’t help but moan at the Peekabu’s expert touch. Dear God! This couldn’t be happening! She wasn’t attracted to women! Yet, with how this Mousey girl was treating her...
“It’s okay...” the Peekabu whispered once more. “I’m sure your master has something very nice planned for you once you’ve done your job. He may have a nice Taming session set up for you or even a special gift...” she smiled lovingly at Asrial. “I just wish mine would-”
“What do you think yer doin’!?” Pete bellowed loudly as he walked into the office, standing there naked as could be. His skin covered with quite a bit of body-hair, thankfully giving Asrial less to see of him. “I didn’t give you permission to start a Taming session without me!” He yelled at his Peekabu.
Lowering her head, the Peekabu ears flattened back in shame and fear. She took a moment to gently lay Asrial down before she turned back to her owner. “I’m sorry Master!” She whimpered in apology. “You were taking so long and she... she’s just so beautiful, I couldn’t-”
The Peekabu never finished. She was cut off as her master struck her across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor. “Stupid bitch! Know your place! You’re just one of my tools here! When I’m not using you, you just lay there! Got it!?”
Her eyes going wide, anger burned in Asrial’s pupils as she managed to yell... which was actually something more akin to her normal tone of voice due to the paralysis. “Hey! You can’t treat her like that!”
Turning to the woman he assumed was a Skunkette, Pete frowned. “Who the fuck’re you to tell me what I can and can’t do, pokécunt?” He huffed as he stormed over to the paralyzed victim.
Before she could tell this asshole anything, she was rolled over. Her face was pushed into the couch roughly before his hands firmly grabbed the sides of her butt, squeezing and lifting her up. “Now then, you stupid slut... I’m going to tap some ass here!” He chuckled for a few moments, before positioning his cock against her anus and thrusting in as hard as he could. “FUCK! SO TIIIGHT!” He roared out, gritting his teeth. It was almost as if this pokégirl had NEVER gotten Tamed up the ass before.
Her eyes opening wide before they clenched shut, Asrial screamed as this man raped her, plowing past her rosebud with one thrust. She could tell he’d spent the time oiling himself up; his dick felt so slimy in her ass. It was so humiliating! She was a Salusian of Imperial birth, and here was some low-class slob taking her like some back-street prostitute! The humiliation made her cry in despair.
Getting up onto her knees, Sparkplug slowly crawled over to Asrial. Looking up at her master and seeing his eyes closed as he reveled in the sensations he got from anal-fucking the Skunkette, the Peekabu took action. Raising a hand up to rub Asrial’s cheek, she whispered in a comforting tone. “It’ll be okay... it’ll be okay... just relax and take it. It will be over soon...”
Tears trailing down her cheeks, the Salusian couldn’t stop her crying. “Don’t... arrrgh! Want... AHHH!” She screamed again and again as she was forcefully taken up the ass. “Oh God! It hurts! It huuurts...” she groaned in pain as her whole body trembled. The worst part was even though it was hurting, she could actually feel her body getting turned on by the treatment. “Noooo!” She cried out in despair as her body betrayed her. How could she get turned on by being anal-raped!?
Grunting in pleasure and to try and take in more air to his lungs, Pete continued to piston his hips back and forth. “Yes! So good! Skunkette ass is the best ass!” His right hand gave her posterior a firm slap, the smacking sound echoing in his office. “I’m gonna tap this for days if I can! Hell, maybe I’ll offer to let him make you part of the final payment and knock off some money on his order!” He laughed heartily...
...Before a whiskey bottle was broken over his head the alcohol pouring down his face and chest. However, before he could slump over Asrial, he was pulled back, his cock pulling out from the Salusian’s ass with an audible ‘plop’ as he fell onto his back, his member standing at attention.
“Kami...” the pigtailed martial artist gasped in shock as he dropped the neck of the bottle he’d still been holding. “Asrial! Are you okay!?” He asked fearfully as he slowly rolled the Salusian Princess onto her back.
Eyes blurry with tears, the Salusian looked at him as her whole body continued to shiver. “I... hurt, okay?” She groaned, her side was still killing her and she couldn’t move much at all! “Can...” she had to swallow, her voice feeling dry. “Can you get... my clothes, please? I need the doctor.”
At that request, Ranma nodded his head, “Sure I’ll...” he blinked his eyes as he saw a petite mouse-like girl standing there holding Asrial’s clothing, the outfit nicely folded and the boots on top. “Uh... thanks?” He said, unsure of what was going on.
The pokégirl nodded her head. “You are welcome young master. But it is only my place to follow the will of the superior person. You beat my master so I can only abide to your word until he wakes up.”
“Uh...” the pigtailed martial artist blinked his eyes a few more times. This world really played by some odd rules but at least it was working in his favor at the moment. “Okay...” he said slowly before he asked, “What happened?”
“Your pokégirl lost a PokéBattle and Master intended to Tame her. She’s paralyzed and may be injured internally. Sadly, I admit that I’m the one who paralyzed her...” the Peekabu answered honestly, a sad tone to her voice. “You’ll need to PokéBall her and get her sent through a healing machine.”
“Uh...” Ranma blinked his eyes, barely comprehending what he was being told, albeit now realizing he couldn’t let Asrial go anywhere alone. “Can I do anything else?”
At that question, the Peekabu blinked her eyes. “Oh? You’d actually spend the credits to have a NurseJoy personally attend to your pokégirl?” She smiled before leaned over and told Asrial, “See? I told you that you have a good master.” She winked at the woman she assumed was a pokégirl like her.
Ranma chuckled nervously at how the pokégirl was acting. “Yeah, I can do that...” he said slowly. “Can you get her please?” He asked while dressing Asrial. He left the bra off since he didn’t know how to put the thing on correctly. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind.
“Oww...” Asrial moaned pitifully. At the look Ranma gave her, she explained, “Wedgie.” She winced as he had pulled her panties up a bit too hard.
At Asrial’s soft cry, Ranma chuckled nervously. “Oh... sorry...” he apologized softly when he realized the Peekabu was still staring at him. “Listen, if it’s okay with you, I’m going to get Asrial some help now, all right?” He asked nervously. And he had reason to be nervous. He was holding and trying to dress a naked girl, there was a naked girl in front of him and nothing was considered wrong with that. This was just too strange!
The Peekabu was actually in shock. What kind of Tamer actually did things like this for their pokégirl? Damn it! If only she could join him... maybe she wouldn’t need to worry about being forced into situations she didn’t like. Really, her current master made her do things with tools that shouldn’t be legal! Not to mention all the labor she had to do in helping to repair broken vehicles.
Once he had Asrial dressed in all but her cape, bra and boots, he picked her up carefully in his arms. “Look, I appreciate your help but we gotta get going now. We have to get back to the PokéCenter. We’re supposed to be meeting the rest and Asrial needs help. So if you don’t mind...”
“Wait...” Asrial spoke up. Getting Ranma’s attention she started to ask, “Can we...” she took a deep breath. Dear God, she couldn’t believe she was going to ask this, but this pokégirl was kind to her, even if she was a bit grabby. “Can we take her with us?”
Ranma went wide-eyed at Asrial's request. “Excuse me?” He gasped out in a tiny voice.
The Electric-type pokégirl blinked her eyes for a moment. Her eyes then widened as her mind processed the request. “Please!?” She pleaded as she threw herself at Ranma’s feet. She got on her hands and knees, bowing in submission. “If you do, I’ll do anything for you, anything!” Really she would! All he had to do was say yes and sign some papers. Though, maybe not... if he didn’t mean to whore out his skunkette... her master did take the Skunkette by force... hmm...
The Peekabu known as Sparkplug smiled widely as a thought occurred to her. Looking up at the man that would be her master, she asked, “How long will it take you to find an OfficerJenny?”
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