[Episode 208855] [Episode 208855]Tim wasn’t what you called a full career guard of the Buggy Woods. No, he had once had dreams. He had gone to college with plans.
But plans change. And if they don’t change, economies make twists and turns.
Thus we end up with a college graduate doing guard work to pay off student loans for a college tuition he was told by everyone would pay itself off in no time with the job he studied for.
Life’s a bitch, but not one who is a pokégirl.
Tim just sighed as he watched the varying monitors. It wasn’t much, but it sure beat working at a fast food restaurant at his age. “Five years of college for this shit,” he muttered.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t disillusioned with his life.
“Man, this job blows,” he said with a heavy sigh, as he closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. “All that money spent and for what?” he asked, looking at the ceiling.
Before he could finish his own thought about how emo he was becoming, the room shook heavily.
“AAAAAHHHHH!” he screamed as his chair fell backwards. “We’re under attack!”
“A pokégirl has breeched the Outer Wall and is leaving at a rapid pace,” said the monitoring computer over the speakers.
“Wha…? Who?”
“Attempting to identify pokégirl,” said the computer. “Identity confirmed: Cocooner.”
The man stood up quickly, staring at the one functional camera facing from the huge wall guarding the edges of the Buggy Woods to the outside. Had the infamous pokégirl not been heading away from the Buggy Woods, he would have fully soiled himself. As it was, he just pissed himself but was somewhat grateful to have maintained bowel control.
“Wall repair teams to Section 031. Electronics repair team to Section 031. Guards to Section 031. This is not a drill, wall damage has occurred.”
He didn’t have to have much presence of mind at the moment. After all, a good bit of the systems monitoring Buggy Woods were under HAL’s control. But he still stumbled quickly to a communications panel, hitting the emergency alert button. He may not be in the best of shapes to make such a call, but he knew what would happen to his ass if he didn’t send out an alert to the League Office that Cocooner had been inside the Buggy Woods for some time.
Let them figure out why the illusive pokégirl had snuck in and why she didn’t care if people noticed her leaving now. He still had to find some clean clothes to change into before he could take a team into the woods and look for the poor souls that had met the Legendary.
“What are you doing, Dave?”
His eye ticked for a moment, wondering why was it every time there was a malfunction, that damned AI would call him Dave.
Makoto snapped to alert as he felt the vehicle he was in slow down and finally come to a stop, before the engine shut off. Turning, he spotted the driver listening to some frantic chatter coming from his headset, before he finally turned to inform him.
“Cocooner has been sighted headed towards our general direction,” he said, no hint of fear anywhere in his voice. “She’ll cross the road we planned to travel forty kilometers ahead of us.”
Makoto slowly allowed his heart rate to come back down from hearing the Legendary’s name. For a moment, he had feared she had somehow learned of what he was carrying. If anything, it would have only bought him a few minutes of life to give it to her before she either went back on her word or Gendo’s men killed him for treason.
But they had stopped the convoy both to ensure she did not set up anywhere near their current route and that they didn't bring themselves to her attention.
“Sir,” came a near-silent call as someone handed a small computer tablet through the window. From what Makoto could glance, he saw what looked like real-time radar data. It made sense, as the Legendary could hide herself from any senses, but she still couldn’t keep her travel-form’s mass invisible from technology.
But did she want to be invisible? “She was in Buggy Woods?” he asked.
“Came charging out of there,” grunted the soldier who had been driving beside him.
Makoto nodded. He spied several soldiers spreading out around the convoy, most likely to prevent any ambushes or prepare a defense in case Cocooner’s path decided to divert to them.
His eyes widened a bit as several new dots appeared on the screen, converging on a point about twenty kilometers ahead of where Cocooner would cross their path.
“Sections 4, 6, 7, and 8 have been sent to capture the Legendary,” answered the guard. “Sections 12 and 14 will cut off retreat and assist.”
Makoto gulped at that, both thankful it had not been the group he was currently with and the Section he belonged to had not been sent to capture Cocooner for Giovanni. He rather liked his dangly bits.
The sentiment was shared with the man beside him, as he watched the figure relax ever so slightly. Finally, the guard turned to look at the man outside his window. “As soon as they engage the target, prepare to move to this intersection here,” he said, pointing to a spot on the real-time map. “If they succeed, we’ll continue on the scheduled route. If they fail, we’ll have three other routes to take to avoid her.”
“Understood, sir,” said the man quietly, as he headed out to explain the orders to the other drivers.
Makoto just leaned back into his seat, clutching the briefcase tighter. Part of him was glad to be so far away from the action.
Yet another part hoped that certain men he hated in those sections came back as pokégirls. He could always use some new ones. Maybe one will look like Misato…
Nabiki didn’t have the faintest idea where she was. She just knew that she had finally passed out from the … Wildcat? … and her constant assault on her nether region. Quite frankly, the only thing surprising her at the moment was the fact she had somewhat coherent thought.
“Are you okay, Nabiki-chan?”
Slowly opening her eyes, the tired and overwhelmingly satisfied girl looked upon the standing … and nude … frame of her sister-turned-pokégirl. “Sis?”
“Oh good, it worked,” said the smiling Ka-D-Bra.
“What worked?” tiredly asked Nabiki.
“Well, I was hoping to get us all together for a sisterly chat,” Kasumi said with a smile. “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” she asked with concern. She didn’t want to disturb her sister’s sleep unless it was absolutely necessary, with her being so sick and all.
Nabiki opened her mouth to say something, but shut it with an audible click. The last thing she wanted to explain to her sister was exactly what she had been pulled from.
“Um … sister, in this world I can hear all your thoughts,” said the blushing pokégirl.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Damn,” muttered Nabiki.
“If it helps,” said Kasumi, “I think that change was the last of the effects from your stopped transformation.” The fact that said issue shouldn’t have occurred in a normal Buzzbreast but only in a Buzzqueen was kept out of her mind.
Nabiki wanted to cry for a moment. She knew some girls in school had claimed they produced the ‘sweetest honey’ that kept a guy between their legs for hours on end. But this was ridiculous. Oral was fun and all, but that damned catgirl wouldn’t stop.
She shivered a bit at the possibility that Ranma would do the same thing if and when they hooked up. She doubted the Saotome appetite would be less.
“Now where is little sister?” murmured Kasumi as she looked around the psychic landscape.
Nabiki’s tired hand went up to slap her forehead. Oh yes, this was going to end well.
“Really sister,” admonished Kasumi, “we should do what we can to help Akane acclimate to this world. You know what will happen to her if she doesn’t.”
“And you really think Akane would ever get over her denial over Ranma—let alone her possessiveness—and accept what happened?” asked Nabiki rhetorically.
“If we don’t,” started Kasumi, but she turned slightly, a tear very evident on her face.
Nabiki sighed from her position on the ground. “You realize we have about as much chance of getting Little Sister over her issues as … well you hopping into bed with a guy, naked.”
“Oh, then we can’t loose!” happily chirped Kasumi.
Nabiki’s eyes snapped wide open at that. “WHAT?” Who? When? Why didn’t she know about this before? And did this mean Tofu’s ‘allergy’ was something else entirely?
Kasumi tilted her head slightly. “What does me being naked in bed with a guy have to do with Tofu-kun acting funny?”
Nabiki smacked her forehead. “Right; mental world, no inner monologs.”
She opened her eyes once more, forcing her tired form to attempt to stand, a move assisted by her likewise nude sister. “Okay, who?”
Kasumi just smiled. “Ranma-kun has such a nice butt.”
Nabiki almost fell back down to the ground at hearing her normally considered chaste sister comment on someone’s posterior, let alone Ranma’s. “Okay, we keep that from Akane for the moment. I doubt she’d handle the information too well.”
“Agreed,” said Kasumi as she finished helping Nabiki stand. “I take it you had fun with Wildcat?”
Nabiki blinked. “That’s her name?”
“Well, most Tamers seem to only give names to a select few pokégirls, the rest are simply referred to as their types,” Kasumi said sadly.
“Great, I need to give her a name,” Nabiki mumbled. And she was certain the pokégirl would be so grateful for being named, Nabiki herself would probably die from dehydration from what the pokégirl would do to express her thanks. “When I name her, you and Ranma better be in the room.”
“Oh my,” said the smiling Kasumi, “I never thought my first foursome would involve my sister.”
Nabiki didn’t remain standing after that. Too bad passing out wasn’t an option in the dream landscape. Oh yes, this world had definitely changed Kasumi. She just didn’t know by how much.
“Not a pervert! Not a pervert! Not a pervert! Not a pervert! Not a pervert!”
“Found Akane,” grumbled Nabiki from whatever passed as the floor.
Kasumi nodded sadly. “Hopefully the two of us can convince her to stop fighting and save herself. I … don’t want to lose anyone else,” she finished sadly.
“Any chance we could just get her a quickie with Ranma or Wildcat and be done with it?” Nabiki offered in jest.
Kasumi however, tilted her head slightly, finger to her lips, contemplating such an act.
“I was joking,” said Nabiki.
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