“Er, uh . . . ,” Akane dithered for a second, now she’d gotten her way, she didn’t quite know what to do with it for a second. “I don’t know, uh, let them decide for themselves, I guess. Hey you three, now that you’re not stuck with those stupid perverts anymore, what would you like to do?” Akane asked the three perverts’ former victims.
In her mind, Akane was already picturing all kinds of scenarios where the poor girls they’d just freed returned to homes with tearful and long overdue reunions. Mothers and fathers crying over the unexpected but longed for return of their abducted daughters. She saw younger sisters and the occasional little brother clinging ecstatically to the hems of their long missing big sister.
Such fantasies grew in Akane’s head as she pictured herself freeing still more victims of depraved perverts like the laying on the ground just a few feet away. She’d be a hero to girls and their families far and wide, globally even. Akane could even see herself becoming a legendary hero, the bane perverts everywhere, brought to them by divine destiny from another dimension.
The crowds were cheering her name, thousands adored her, she was the harbinger of justice and morality, loved by all good people and feared by perverts the world over. “Can we Mr. Studmuffin over there as our new master then? I’d love to be a part of his harem,” one of the cat girls asked, sidling up to Ranma who flirted back with her.
(Actually he just froze stiff and turned extremely pale.)
A scratching sound, like an old-fashioned record skipping, tore through Akane’s visions of the future, bringing her harshly back to reality. Just in time to see Ranma getting fresh with the Shadowcat girl as she weakly tried to get away from him.
(Not quite, Ranma just started trembling a bit at the realization that the scary Shadowcat was trying to graft herself to his side.)
“Ditto for me! I’d just love having him tame me day after day, multiple times a day,” added the cheetah looking girl. Whom Ranma had suddenly grabbed so that he could fondle her shamelessly like he did so many other girls.
(The Cheetit was in reality forcefully holding Ranma’s hand over her breasts and manipulating his hand to grope the left one. She was also starting to purr a bit, attempting to coax Ranma long, not that it was working out for her though.)
“He is a rather handsome specimen; I’d like for him to be my new master as well,” the High Elf girl said hopefully. The poor girl obviously afraid the perverted jerk was going to try and grab at her as well. Something that Akane was not going to let go any further than it already had.
(I think you’ve all noticed by now that Akane’s pulling a Kuno with this scene.)
“Raaanmaaa, you pervert!” Akane screamed, her righteous fury granting her speed that even the famed ‘greatest martial artist in Nerima’ couldn’t dodge. Fury which also let Akane send Ranma, perverted jerk that he was, flying painfully, all without harming so much as a hair of the innocent victims surrounding him. It was a feat of true skill as far as she was concerned, one that only a truly noble martial artist like herself could ever hope to learn.
“Hey! What’d you do that for, you vicious Tomboy?!” the Cheetah girl complained, somehow not realizing at all just how badly Ranma had been defiling her just then. Her body must have known though, as the feline girl absently tried to massage away the icky sensation of being molested by a real pervert.
(In truth, she was annoyed that the target of her affections had been removed before the Cheetit could successfully seduce the boy into becoming her new tamer and master. But you already knew that, didn’t you?
“Yeah! If you don’t like him so much, then why don’t you let us have him instead of trying to kill the poor guy!” the girl called a Shadowcat screamed at Akane. Obviously just as oblivious to what Ranma was trying to do to her and the other feline girl. “Uh oh, looks like he’s coming back down . . . ,” she added, just before fading out of sight like some kind of fury ninja.
“Hey, no fair, Alice! I wanna rescue him!” the Cheetit yelled in the direction of the falling Ranma. Which wasn’t nearly far enough away at the moment, not for Akane’s increasingly fraying patience. She’d obviously been too nice to him just then, hitting Ranma mostly up instead of away. Except that if she hadn’t, Akane had no doubts at all that Ranma would find any number of depraved new ways to prove he was a pervert while they tried to find him again.
“Oh, my, it looks like we’re going to have to explain Ranma’s curse to our new friends in just a moment,” Kasumi observed as she watched the falling pervert descend. “I hope they don’t take it too badly. Those two cat Pokégirls really seemed to have their hearts set on Ranma’s boy form,” she added, just as Akane’s vision started to turn slightly red.
“So, she’ll turn back into a guy with hot water . . .” the dark furred cat girl asked incredulously, giving Ranma a rather skeptical look as she said it. It was almost all that Ranma could do not to bolt right then and there at the demonic expression. So she just shivered instead, hoping that everyone would just blame it on the cold water still half laying in.
“And despite that, she’s still not some kind of Pokégirl like us?” the yellow furred one with all the little spots added with an equally skeptical look on her face. Ranma shivered again at the girl’s demeanor, even though neither one of them was paying any attention to her just then.
“That’s right. In fact, in our dimension, Pokégirls like yourselves don’t even exist. So, as strange as it may sound to you, all four of us are completely human,” Kasumi told them. Who, by the way, was one of the only two people there able to stop Akane and the cat girls long enough to explain anything or get a straight answer out of anyone.
The other of course was Nabiki, but she seemed to be taking turns with Kasumi as far as explaining things and asking questions went. “And as far as we know, we’re going to be stuck here for a while, at the very least. So we’re going to need your help figuring out what we need to do to survive in this world as long as we’re here. So what do you all say? You help us; we’ll help you,” Nabiki added, just as smoothly as she ever did when making a deal with someone.
“If we help you enough, can we have Ranma as our new tamer?” the Cheetah like cat girl asked, looking right at Ranma and licking her lips. Although she didn’t completely understand why, Ranma shivered extra hard at the hungry look the girl gave her just then. Then Ranma suddenly knew why as she noticed Akane’s battle aura forming again out of the corner of her eye.
“No, you may not! I’m not letting that jerk lay a single, perverted hand on any of you!” Akane growled before any other answer could be given. She leveled Ranma and both cat girls with a death glare as she said it too, even if it was aimed mostly at Ranma herself.
Ranma scrambled back into the water a few feet at the outburst, while Nabiki suddenly found herself being used as a human shield again. The Cheetah girl disappeared beneath Kasumi’s skirt again as well. Her spotted tail hanging out from under Kasumi’s skirt while the back end of it shook violently for a second or two. If she wasn’t at least half cat, Ranma might have laughed at the girl’s reaction, or if Akane wasn’t glaring at her like she wanted Ranma’s heart to stop. Yet both of them were, so it was all Ranma could do just then to stay where she was and stop backing into the lake.
“I was only asking!” the cheetah girl’s slightly muffled voice called out from beneath Kasumi’s still slightly quivering skirt. She said something else too, but Ranma couldn’t quite make it out. But whatever it was made Kasumi and Nabiki smirk a little bit, although Kasumi’s smirk was a little harder to notice.
“Akane’s temper aside, there is another reason Ranma being your trainer wouldn’t really work out, Cyan. You or your sister, actually,” Nabiki told them smoothly, as if she wasn’t being used as a human shield against the wrath of her own sister, Akane.
“Oh, and reason could that be?” the dark furred cat girl hiding behind Nabiki asked her. At the same time she bravely peeked around her living shield just enough to look Nabiki in the face for her answer. Nabiki grinned but didn’t answer her right away.
Instead it was Kasumi who explained it to them, in her usual, slightly airheaded way. “Well you see, because of a training incident with his father, Ranma has been terrified by any type of cat since he was ten years old. That’s why he was running away from both of you so desperately earlier,” Kasumi told them. Still in her awkwardly reclining position in the water, Ranma’s head drooped shamefully down to her chest at Kasumi’s explanation about why she was so afraid of cats.
“And since we’re both cat types . . . ,” the one behind Nabiki trailed off, a familiar look of pity forming on her furry face. A look that made Ranma feel even more ashamed of her admittedly irrational fear of cats.
“Ah, phooey! The only guy around even worth considering, and he’s terrified of us because we’re cat types! This is so~ unfair!” the cheetah-ish girl bellowed woefully. Her head suddenly peeking out from just below Kasumi’s crotch to yell at them all. Incidentally giving Ranma, and everyone else, a good look at Kasumi’s legs from her thighs down.
“As if it truly matters, you two. Your prized male is currently just as feminine as the rest of us . . . with no hot water to be found,” the girl with the pointy ears interjected. It was the first time Ranma had heard her speak in what seemed like forever that day.
“Aw, shut up, Cassandra! You can have the Tomboy over there for your Tamer for all we care for that remark. Good luck getting anywhere with her by the way,” the cheetah looking girl shot back, sticking her tongue out. Kasumi blushed a little at her situation, but the Tendo girl made no visible effort to get out of her awkward situation however. Almost as though she were afraid of moving too much.
“I am not an uncute tomboy!” Akane denied angrily, quickly hefting the heaviest rock she could find nearby and immediately lobbed it at Ranma. The roughly chest sized stone sailing unerringly for Ranma’s position, forcing her to scrabble madly to the side and out of harms way.
Hyperventilating at the sudden attack, Ranma couldn’t help wondering why she’d been the one Akane attacked. “Hey! What the heck was that for?! I didn’t say a damn thing, Akane!” Ranma snapped irritably at her insane fiancée. She was just so tired of that crazy girl flying off the handle and blaming Ranma for stuff that she didn’t have anything to do with.
“Uh, guys . . . as much as I’d like to hear the answer to Ranma’s question myself; has anyone else noticed where our new friends’ old Trainers disappeared to? Because I just noticed that they’re not where we left them anymore,” Nabiki interjected. After which everyone quickly forgot what they were talking about in favor trying to spot the three missing guys from before instead.
“Dat wuz duh scariest Tomboy I eva’ seen, man,” Jack complained as the three beaten Tamers crawled fearfully back to the next clearing over. Which, incidentally, was where they’d started from just a couple hours previously.
“Don’t forget that crazy Tamer dude, dat owns er! Dat guy’s got his own version of Roll-out or something! He musta trampled over us like six times at least, probably more once they knocked us out!” complained John, Gary Stoak’s other badly abused friend muttered just as fearfully.
“Yeah? Well, well whoever they are, they’re not getting away with stealing my Pokégirls like that. They won’t catch me by surprise next time, and I swear I’ll humiliate ‘em for every single thing they did to us back there!” Gary swore angrily as the three of them literally limped back to his RV.
“How you gonna do that, Gary? They got like half of your harem fawn’n over ‘em right now like tey own ‘em er some’tin,” John asked him incredulously.
“I’ll just call up my gramps, that’s how. I’ll have a whole new harem inside a week, you’ll see, and they’ll be twice as strong as my old one,” Garry promised vengefully. Although that promise was just as much to save face in front of his friends as it was to ease his own bruised and battered pride.
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