[Episode 206897] [Episode 206897]
Walking up and down the aisle of the Pewtit grocery store, Kasumi felt so overwhelmed. While this was a place that the Tendo woman felt more at home, it was just... there were definitely little surprises here and there. For one thing, there were a lot of pokégirls around here too. Some of the names of the food though... she could feel herself blushing lightly. That wasn’t something that you just talked about in mixed company... at least at home. Hearing people say some of the kinds of things she was hearing in public made her wonder. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here? After all, Akane-chan might be really sweet, but that girl was such a prude!
As she continued to travel along the aisle, Kasumi came to a stop as she saw a little stand by the back with the dairy, there was an older man dressed in denim coveralls and a straw hate, reminding her of a farmer. Besides him as what looked like a purely anthromorph cow-woman. Rather chubby with a white pelt spotted with black, the eldest Tendo couldn’t help but stare at the pokégirls massive D-Cup breasts.
Seeing the chestnut haired woman with a ponytail and peaceful demeanor come close, the man nodded his head his head to her in greeting. “Howdy there young lady! Can I interest you in a free sample of Fortune Farms Milktit cheese and milk? It’s the best dairy brand of Indigo!”
Smiling, Kasumi nodded her head to that. It was nice to get free samples and she really wanted to have an idea of what the food here was like before purchase. Besides, if it was really good, she’d be sure to buy this man’s products in the future.
Picking a large plate up from the table, the elderly man held the tray of cheese cubes to Kasumi. “Try one,” the farmer offered. “We’ve got Indigo, Amethyst and Cheddar available for your sampling pleasure. They’re all pasteurized so they won’t make your pokégirls lactate should they eat some.”
Picking one of the cheese samples up with a toothpick, Kasumi tried it. She blinked her eyes a few times as she tried to experience the taste and smiled. Swallowing, she told him, “Wow! This is really good!” It was! Better than most that she had tried back in her home world! “You must take real good care of your pokégirls to get such wonderful cheese.”
“Of course!” The older man replied with a grin. “We at Fortune Farms believe in raising our Milktits with love and care to produce the softest, creamiest cheeses, butter and milk,” he said with no small amount of pride. Motioning over to the Milktit with him, he asked, “Would you like to try some milk straight from the tap?”
Realizing where the man was motioning Kasumi blinked her eyes. That had to be an exaggeration. He wouldn’t milk the pokégirl right out here in the open. It just wouldn’t be proper!
A small silence reigned for a moment as the group stood there. The Milktit looked up at Kasumi with a curious expression. "It's okay, Miss. You're not imposing." She cupped her hands underneath her breasts and held them up, offering them to the eldest Tendo to take straight from her.
Kasumi blinked, and blinked, and blinked. Well, this was something new. “If you say so...” she said uncertainly. Gently grabbing ahold of the Milktit’s breasts, she brought her mouth and began sucking on a nipple. She was actually quite embarrassed at doing this but since no one was commenting on it, she felt she could deal with it. Although it initially felt odd to have another woman’s nipple in her mouth, the eldest Tendo stoically tried rather than be rude. As the first splash of lactation hit her tongue, Kasumi’s eyes went wide. Kami-sama! This... this... THIS WAS DELICIOUS!
The Milktit moaned slightly. “Moo... hee hee...” she giggled as she turned to look at the farmer. “Master... she really likes it.” Wow, this woman was really drinking! It made her feel light-headed with how fast the milk was being drained from her breast.
Grinning a rather toothless smile, the older man nodded his head. “I can see that, Tilly.” He then spoke to the suckling woman. “Fortune Farms is the most satisfying of Milktit milk. It’s why we ship all over not only Indigo, but to the Johto and Crescent Leagues as well.” He let out a laugh as he could hear his Milktit mooing happily.
Kasumi kept suckling for a few more minutes before finally pulling back. With the two staring at her with grins, she couldn’t help but blush. “S-sorry,” she apologized. “I don’t know what came over me.” Still, it was good. And she wasn’t feeling too hungry now. She just had to have Ranma, Nabiki and Asrial try this. And Akane too, when she was better...
Still grinning widely, the Farm asked, “I take it by that smile on your face that you’ll be purchasing some delicious Fortune Farms Milktit Milk and Dairy Products?”
“Why yes!” The eldest Tendo sister said with a wide smile. She had the money. The credit cards that she had were good. That OfficerJenny was so nice to make sure that they had been transferred over to her name anyway. Well, to Nabiki’s name really but her sister was kind enough to transfer a sizable amount to one of the cards for her usage. She should have had enough to do some good grocery shopping. Kasumi smiled in thanks as the man handed her a gallon jug of Milktit milk. “Thank you so much sir.”
“No problem!” The man said. “I’m more than happy to help someone that truly appreciates Milktit Milk.” As he said that while his Milktit winked at the eldest Tendo sister. “You know, Fortune Farms also deals with KATTLE. You can get yourself some good meat. I believe the store is having a sale on top loin.”
Thinking about it for a moment, Kasumi tapped her chin. “Well,” she started to speak. “Maybe later... I still need to pick up a few other things first.” Smiling at the man, she promised, “If I have money left over I will surely pick some up.”
Nodding his head, the Farmer told her, “Take care then, missy!” He gave the eldest Tendo sister a swat on her ass as she passed by him. “Enjoy your shopping!”
Eyes widening for a moment, Kasumi jumped in surprise. She then slowly turned back to the man with a grin as she shook her finger at him. “Naughty farmer.” She giggled as he laughed. It was so nice to meet such a nice man. “And thank you.”
“Anytime!” The Farmer replied as he watched her walk off. Man, she was a looker! Human women were just so incredible!
Taking a left and walking along the back of the store, Kasumi admitted to herself she could appreciate this place to an extent. She was always afraid that she’d grow up to be some old maid before they ended up here. Now... well, she could still do her usual things with a newer, sexier slant! Yes, sexier! She appreciated being made to feel beautiful and attractive, if not outright desirable. Now, where could she find some more food that they needed and would probably be palatable before they could take off?
Her mental query was answered as she came to the end of the meat department. While she had passed meat and meat substitutes, there was another sample booth set up at the very end that caused her to blink her eyes. Again, there was man albeit, one closer to her in age. With dark hair and goatee, he waved at Kasumi as his pokégirl stood by him. This one caught Kasumi’s eyes as it reminded her of a kangaroo, yet she was very big, husky yet muscular, her stout tail waving back and forth behind her. Unlike a real kangaroo, she was also hairless and her dark brown skin looked very tough to the touch.
It was then that the grocery store employee wearing a green smock spoke up. “Hello there Miss,” the man greeted pleasantly as she came close. “Would you like to try a sample of that miracle food, KhangAssCunt egg?”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the eldest Tendo sister tried to comprehend what she’d been told. Okay, now that was just really, really bad. “Hmm?” Kasumi was really wondering if everything in this world was just a parody of that PokéMon game that she played when she was younger. She needed something to do when no one was at the house and that cute hand-held game really was nice.
Nodding his head, the man replied, “Why yes, Miss! KhangAssCunt eggs! KhangAssCunts are called the ‘Delectable Dish Pokégirl’ for good reason! Every week, a KhangAssCunt will shed some of her excess bulk into her pouch, naturally filling it with a large, doughy ‘egg’ of cast-off fat.” He held it up for her to get a better view. “As you can see, the egg is about the size of a wreckball and is soft to the touch.” He held out one of the three eggs he had on the plate. “Go on, touch it.”
Blinking her eyes as she stared at it for a moment, Kasumi did so and found that yes, it was soft. Maybe just one might be enough to fill Ranma up but she had to wonder. He could eat just so much! Why, how much he could eat put of those anime characters that she watched from time to time to shame. He was certainly as had as that Lina Inverse character.
Seeing he had the woman’s interest, the man continued. “KhangAssCunt eggs are quite delicious. While they have a high lipid count, they are a protein source that not only had a number of minerals but is also packed with a tremendous amount of Omega-3 acid, matching the amount you’ll find in CALF.” Left unsaid was that the Common Aquatic Life-Form was also a lot nastier to have to deal with.
Kasumi blinked her eyes at that tidbit of information and nodded. She had to admit, for something that came from a pokégirls excess body-fat, it sounded rather good. “So, this is really healthy then?”
“Of course!” The man replied. “KhangAssCunts are one of those pokégirl breeds that produce some of healthiest meats! It’s just so much better for you than that overly-salted, artery-clogging, cholesterol-filled Giltlectric bacon!” He looked disgusted just thinking about that flash-fried pig pokégirl back-fat. Shaking his head, he motioned to the hot-plate on the table. “I could cook you a slice right now if you wish.” Leaning forward towards the woman, the grocery store employee added, “Another beauty about KhangAssCunt eggs. The meat cooks to its surrounding foodstuffs. Alone, it’s fully cooked in mere seconds. When mixed with vegetables such as a stir-fry or on kabobs, they cook at the same rate the veggies will, giving the entire meal an even cooking time all throughout.”
Nodding her head to that, the calmest of the Tendo girls had to admit that sounded pretty useful. “Well then, please do. I would love to try a sample.” Kasumi smiled, causing the man to grin and flush slightly. Yes, it did feel nice to be wanted and desired by the people around her.
Getting to work, the apron-clad man held onto one of the three eggs on the plate as he then brought a knife over to and sliced off the end, giving her a small yet thick piece. Once it was cut, she could see it had the consistency of ground beef. She watched as he placed it onto a frying pan and then put the frying pan on the hot-plate. In the time it took the man to open a bun and place it on a paper plate, the slice of KhangAssCunt egg turned a deep, golden brown. He held onto the handle of the frying plan and flipped it over, sending the meat onto the bottom bun. Placing the skillet back down on the hot-plate, his freed hand placed the other half of the bun on top before he held it out to the woman to take. “Enjoy!”
“Thank you,” the woman said as she took the plate with both hands. She held it with her right before bringing the ‘burger’ up to her face with her left. Kasumi smiled and took a bite. “Wow...” she said after swallowing. “This is very good.” Hmm... maybe she could cook it up with some rice and vegetables and make a feast out of it.
Smiling, the man could see the potential customer was enjoying it. “They’re sold in pairs. And as you can see, you get quite a meal even from a small slice; more than enough to appease even the heartiest of appetites!” He practically bragged.
However, despite the seriousness of the man, Kasumi couldn’t help but giggle at that. Oh, she was sure it would help some people, but knew of some other people were bottomless pits. “You haven’t seen hearty appetite yet,” she told him honestly.
The man smirked. “Then try feeding them one of these KhanAssCunt eggs. Trust me when I say this meat can be filling to a great extent.” He smiled as he saw Kasumi was eating the rest of her ‘burger” as he was talking. “I can see that at least you’re enjoying your sample.”
She nodded her head, not saying anything as it would be rude to talk with a full mouth. As she ate, she had to admit, maybe Ranma would get filled by this but she wondered... considering that he could eat at the Nekohanten and at the Ucchan’s and still come back home to eat more...
Finally swallowing the last bite, Kasumi gently handed the man back the paper plate as she told him, “Sir, that was delightful. Very meaty and an odd sweetness to it. I rather liked it.” She pointed behind him at the open freezer. “Would you be so kind as to hand me a pair? I believe I’ll be picking some up.”
Smiling widely, the man nodded his head. He turned around and pick up a rather large pair of KhangAssCunt eggs that were wrapped in plastic and kept together by a yellow plastic mesh net before holding them out to the woman. “Enjoy!”
“Thank you.” She said after taking the ‘eggs’ and placing them into her shopping cart. Walking off to explore more of the grocery store, the eldest of the Tendo siblings had to admit that is was very nice to meet so many new people. Plus the food in this world was actually pretty good, albeit kinky in where it originated from. Oh well...
Stopping in mid-step, Kasumi had to suppress a shiver that crawled up her spine. Now, why did she have a bad feeling? Like for all this good that something bad was going to come her way?
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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