Nabiki glared down at the paper. It really wasn’t anything deep, anything profound.
It just fucked up her plan.
As she had been going over the issue of finding out that her analog was something termed a Kitten pokégirl, a notice had been posted on the computer … to her … from a Megami pokégirl.
Keep living with hope. Search for redemption. When you are redeemed, we will find you.
When you are redeemed, humanity will be returned to you.
Choose the path you seek.
She wanted to growl, to lash out. They had her cure, they had her chance to be helped, maybe even that of her sisters. And they were holding out on her … to teach her a lesson!
How did they even know her?
She forced herself to take several deep breaths. Giving into her rage wouldn’t help her now. Not if she didn’t want to end up so sex-addled pokégirl for the rest of her life.
No, she just had to deal with her new instincts for the next few months until she redeemed herself enough to earn her relief.
“That Selena could have been a bit gentler in explaining it to me,” she grumbled. The Sorceress had informed her—bluntly and in front of Ranma before storming off for ‘a smoke’ that what part of the viral DNA already in her system was imitating the typical pokégirl feral problem.
In other words, she was going to need sex and soon to stay sane. Oh happy days, her chance for continued sanity relied either on her going lesbian or getting Saotome into the bedroom.
She was doomed.
“Megami; more like evil demons,” she murmured, looking at the letter. She hadn’t even asked about getting her own pokégirls—she had been very interested in one of the catgirls offered to Ranma and Ash if for nothing else than leverage on the man she partially blamed for her being now a tanned version of Shampoo.
Now she needed to get her own team, as well as … help him. They expected her to go from a perceived sinner to ... well, to Kasumi in a quick enough fashion to save her humanity.
“I wonder if that smoking bitch has any alcohol,” murmured Nabiki as she stuffed the letter into her pocket. She felt a sudden need to get drunk.
“They better have some condoms here,” she growled as she stalked off. Giving Saotome a free lay had better earn her some karma points for the effort it was going to take. But better the devil you know than some stranger off the street.
Besides, if he performed poorly, she’d just sick Akane on him.
Ranma scratched his head nervously as he looked towards the woman before him.
Katie, the Espea smiled as she walked towards him. “I see you are working out the … small differences you noted earlier.”
“Well, yeah,” said Ranma. “Not too bad, just gotta make sue it don’t blow up in my face.”
Katie nodded as she circled him for a bit. “I am here for several reasons, Mr. Saotome.”
He winced at those words. “Call me Ranma, calling me that other name makes me think you’re asking about my Old Man.”
The psychic pokégirl nodded. “Very well then,” she said.
“I have come to ask for you to be kind to my sister,” she started. “I ask that if possible, do not trade her, but train her seriously.”
He blinked in confusion at her words. He had to train … girls?
“I know you have an issue with fighting girls seriously, but it is an issue you must deal with. After all, you will not always have a cat-type to trigger a Nekoken episode to save you.”
He winced at those words, their dual meaning cutting deep into him. “O…kay,” he said. “You wouldn’t happen to have anything to fix the Nekoken, would you?” he asked hopefully.
“Other than attempting to acquire your own feline pokégirl and tame her as a means of overcoming that fear, no, I do not. I am unwilling to tamper with a person’s mind, especially when alternatives are available.”
“Come on!” Ranma whined. “Tamper away, fix the damned thing!”
Katie shook her head. “Even if I could, the scars are too old for me to be of much help. But as cat-types are fairly common, I suggest you take my advice sooner rather than later. There are enemies for you on this world who will not allow such a weakness to be exploited.”
“Ya mean I got people after my hide here too!” he cried out.
“Yes, there is an analog for you in this world as well as Ms. Tendo,” she said. “He is currently active, but his current location is unknown. He has a chaotic reputation, and there are those who may attack you believing you are him.”
“Well damn,” muttered Ranma. It figured, it wasn’t even his world and he was going to get blamed for some stuff he had no hand in. “All I needed, super powered fiancées…” he muttered.
Katie nodded. It was probably better at the moment not to inform him of his double’s full status as missing, let alone the status of the pokégirl Tendo sisters. Oddly, the three were different types than their analogs. The Akane of this world was actually a Vixxen and a high ranked sex match participant. His mind was already stressed by the current path before him, revealing such would only hurt him. But at least he was heavily favoring trying her approach fixing his fear.
She couldn’t act outright towards him. But with enough hints, she could ensure her sister was well off.
Well that … and he had a great body. His scent from his workout was raising her own need for a Taming session.
“Anything else?” he asked solemnly.
“Yes, you need to…”
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