[Episode 209021] [Episode 209021]Officer Jolie sighed as she glanced at the clock once again in her small office. And despite her will, her desire, and her hopes that time would speed up, the infernal device still said she had an hour before she got off her shift. That meant she had forty-five minutes before she could grab a quick shower—they were allowed to shower on the clock—and try to squeeze herself into a dress she had acquired from discarded evidence—the Tamer it had belonged to had ended up getting killed in a hover-vehicle accident a few years ago and with no one claiming it, she had grabbed it faster than the other pokégirls—to enjoy her date.
A date? The thought sent shivers down her spine once again. She had been merely hoping for a nice taming session, but Saotome had asked if she meant a date when she had alluded to how he could thank her.
She certainly wasn’t about to correct him. A night on the town would be a great thing.
A knock on the door drew her attention back to reality. Offering a quick prayer that it wasn’t someone about to drop something on her to delay her evening plans, she leaned back in her chair. “Yes? Come in!”
The door opened, revealing another Officer Jenny. “Hey Jolie!”
“Amanda,” smiled the girl. “What’s up?” she asked, motioning to the chair in front of her desk.
“They found the Arachnae you were looking for,” said Amanda as she sat down, hissing slightly after having been standing for so long.
“Oh? Where did that Shadowcat deposit her?” Jolie asked, hoping this wouldn’t lead to more paperwork or at most, bad news that she’d be forced to deliver to Saotome. Depressed people never offered a good taming.
“Stroak’s Lab,” Amanda said with a smile.
“She teleported it that far?” asked Jolie in shock. Stroak’s Lab was pretty far from Buggy Woods; to teleport that distance—let alone carrying a very angry and dangerous passenger—was an amazing feat.
“Yep,” Amanda nodded. “Best they can figure, since Stroak’s grandson got most of his girls from his grandfather, the girl must have teleported there on instinct.”
“Any fatalities?” Jolie asked with a hint of worry.
“No, thankfully,” sighed Amanda. “Just a few of his pokégirls were cocooned, nothing serious. He had a few scratches on him before some of the pokégirls he was preparing for some new Tamers helped out. He was able to capture her.”
“That’s good at least,” she said. “Let’s hope they can find out how a pokégirl like that got into those woods. Last I heard; Dark Stones weren’t part of that area.” If someone had abandoned such a dangerous pokégirl there, there was bound to be some heavy fines, especially since it attacked and nearly killed a human female.
Amanda nodded. “Yeah, she appears pretty feral, so she might have just snuck into the area, they’re not even sure she was ever tamed to begin with. Most likely some dumbass caught her, tried to control her, and ditched her when he couldn’t control her. If we’re lucky, we’ll find some evidence she took him out as well; less paperwork that way.”
“Any idea what the good doctor plans to do with her?” asked Jolie. Usually the standard fair for what it did would be death, but since it was now in the hands of a professor, it was anyone’s guess.
“I heard he already had a request from Stone Town for it,” said Amanda with a sigh. Anything dealing with Stone Town was something she preferred to stay away from. Her one short tour there had been enough for a life time.
Her eyes quickly took on an appearance of mirth. “And I here someone has a nice taming coming to her tonight.” At Jolie’s blush, Amanda could only giggle a bit. “How’s he looking?”
Jolie turned her monitor slightly, allowing Amanda to look at Saotome’s tamer file. To anyone else, it would look like a simple file, though they would notice the updates and the listing for MIA for a few years.
But Officer Jenny pokégirls had their own way of passing information, such as what precincts were corrupt, which ones needed more officers despite the fact their human bosses wouldn’t admit to it, and even a ranking for how good a tamer was in the sack. You just had to know how to read the code.
Most of the humans who worked with them barely ranked close to 5, barely a 4.5 half the time. To be honest, most of the men at the station thought a good taming session was trying to bend them over their desks, it didn’t matter if people were watching or not.
Amanda whistled as she read the screen, putting the code together. “Not bad, a 7.5 from the last Jenny he tamed. And that was a few years ago. Maybe he’s an 8 now.”
Jolie shrugged. “No clue, he seems to have some memory issues. I just hope he didn’t slip lower than Dan.”
Both girls shivered at that. That human officer barely rated a 2 and that was being generous with factoring in that he at least bought you a meal first.
“So … after you have your fun, can I borrow that dress?” asked Amanda.
“Do you know what I went through to get that?” Jolie growled out.
“Yeah; you walked some evidence to the locker right before it became up for grabs.”
The Jenny chuckled nervously. “Well … I guess I could … if you’ll help me figure out where we should go tonight. The guy is technically new to town. What do people do here for dates?” she asked sadly.
“Well, there is that new place, Past Tense,” offered Amanda. “Nice booths perfect for a little hidden taming after a great meal. They even show those old recovered movies. I think tonight’s is some old pre-war documentary, Independence Day.”
“Oh?” Jolie asked. Meal, the allure of taming in a semi-public setting, but a documentary? “What’s it about?”
“Some war before Sukebe,” Amanda waved off. She didn’t really enjoy the recovered movies. Why the hell would she ever want to watch a story about some spider-type pokéboy?
Jolie nodded as she looked back at the clock, before sighing once more. She still had forty-five minutes left before her shift ended.
He better be an 8 after all of this…
Nabiki was willing to admit one thing, if only to herself: what she had just watched was incredibly hot.
Oh don’t get her wrong, she wasn’t about to masturbate in front of the other Pokécenter Staff, she did have some limits, and that definitely was among them.
But she knew quality action when she saw it. If she could get that video home…
Shaking her head, she looked around at the newest targets for the Ice Queen. She wasn’t sure what if any laws had been broken. For all Nabiki knew, it was perfectly legal for the staff to have cameras in the bathing areas.
But she could smell weakness—she also could smell the mixed musky aromas of the several girls’ state of arousals and had even witnessed a few achieve orgasms before they fell to their knees from just watching the foursome. “I take it you enjoyed the show, ladies?”
“Eep!” went several of the girls—those not currently lost in orgasm or post-orgasm bliss.
“Oh, Ms. Tendo,” said one nervous Nurse Joy Nabiki had never gotten the name of. Nabiki noticed her quickly trying to smooth out her rumpled uniform—leaving a small slime trail with her right hand as she did so. “Um … can we help you?”
Nabiki eyed every pokégirl before her carefully in a manner that asserted her dominance and made even the now recovering girls very nervous. Oh, she could no doubt turn this to her advantage … if she knew exactly what was legal and what was not. She could bluff, but if she slipped up, then all of her ‘righteous anger’ would disappear in their minds.
No, best to let them stew while she checked a few rule books, searched to see if Pokécenters had some disclaimer she hadn’t seen yet. Worst case she’d have to ask Kiiro—Ranma was definitely going to change that name if she had any say. “When is the earliest my sister will wake up?”
“Well, after what he just did to her,” started one Nurse Joy that Nabiki didn’t know as well, before the other slapped her in the arm to shut her up.
“She means the patient,” the other girl hissed. They couldn’t afford to be stupid now, not if they expected a chance to test out the apparently very skilled human. “She should wake up in the morning.”
“Thank you, Ms…?”
“Oh, I’m Sarah,” said the Joy. “This is Jane.”
Nabiki nodded; glad to have names to go with her possible future blackmail. She was certain she could get the names of the other girls involved later. “May I ask about the one who was helping us earlier today?”
“Oh, that’s Jill,” said Sarah.
Nabiki nodded. She was pretty certain she could tell the three Joys apart at least. “Do you have anything I can give Ranma?” she asked. “He has a date tonight …with Officer Jolie.”
A few of the girls paled, letting Nabiki know she was at least onto something about what had happened not being entirely legal.
“I know!” said Sarah, as she dashed into a supply room, looking over several shelves. When she returned to Nabiki, she handed her several cans of what looked like energy drinks and a jar of some cream.
“Those should restore his energy,” Sarah explained, pointing to the cans. “And the cream should help relieve and soreness of his…” she paused, blushing at the mental image of the Taming Tackle at the thought of applying the cream.
“I see,” said Nabiki blandly. She wasn’t sure if giving energy drinks to someone like Ranma was a good idea, but disappointing a law officer would in all likelihood be worse. She looked over the cream, wondering what it might contain to allow Horse Jr. to properly perform tonight. “Is this stuff any good?”
“We use it all the time,” said Sarah. “To be honest, we have to keep a lot of it on hand; some pokégirls are sometimes…”
“I get it,” said Nabiki. In her world, they had Viagra to keep men up; here they had something to keep it from falling off. This definitely was a sex-obsessed world. According to the directions; whatever it was, was fast acting … and apparently came in the flavor of bananas. Somehow, I’m not that shocked that something applied to a dick has that flavor.
“Is there anything else we can assist you with?” asked Sarah, hoping to instill a good image with the woman who could sink her chances with getting a taming session.
Nabiki paused for a bit, trying to get her mind back on track. There had been some things she needed to discuss… “Ah yes,” she murmured, the thoughts returning to her. “When my sister does wake up, no males in the room, and definitely do not let her know Ranma was ever in there. Little sister has some denial issues, and I don’t want her acting up in her current condition.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sarah replied. She was very familiar with handling Tomboys and this sounded like a similar case to caring for an injured Psi-dyke.
“One more thing,” she commented, slipping the jar into her pocket. “My older sister wants to have a Milktit, I assume she needs some sort of license?” she asked, remembering Jolie’s reaction all too well when they had tried to claim Asrial was Ranma’s pet.
“Yes,” said the nervous Joy.
“Can you gather what she needs for that, as well as the rest of us?” Nabiki asked. Odds were that she’d have to be a Tamer of some sorts as well, or at least she’d be dragged into it now that Kasumi was happily nibbling on formerly forbidden fruit. It was probably better to get such things out of the way before Akane could interfere.
And she knew her little sister would fight such an application process tooth and nail.
Sarah nodded rapidly. It was pretty simple to get the needed study materials for the human sisters. She wasn’t certain though if the test could be taken here. Normally, you’d have to go to a Professor’s Lab, but the closest was Stroak’s, and he had listed himself as unavailable for a few weeks, if she remembered an alert she had gotten before … the Show.
Nabiki just nodded. “I’ll be having a small chat with my friends. I trust we won’t have to worry about anyone listening in or watching?”
Sarah gulped and nodded quickly. “I’ll disable it until your group is finished.”
Smiling, Nabiki turned as she headed for the baths. Still got it!
Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the foursome either lounging beside or in the furo. “I would appreciate if my past was kept private, Kasumi.”
“I was just trying to help,” offered Kasumi, her content smile diminishing a bit.
“Maybe so, but if anyone will tell my past, it’ll be me,” Nabiki said with finality, as she set the canned beverages on the sink, before removing the jar from her pocket. “Besides, our resident stud needs these.”
“What for?” asked Ranma, his heart rate finally coming down after his near scare of knocking the girls up.
“Have you forgotten you have an appointment in about an hour?” Nabiki offered.
“I do?”
“Oh, that’s right,” said Kasumi. “Ranma, you have to meet that nice Officer Jenny tonight after her shift.”
Upon those words, and despite the fact he was soaking in hot water, Ranma paled, feeling a chill creep along his body. He felt tired, sore, and he was pretty certain that even if he could get himself ‘up’ for another round, it would probably fall off from the attempt.
“A Nurse Joy offered these for you,” Nabiki said, motioning to the items she had brought with her. “Some energy drinks to help you out and some cream to help heal the friction burns you gathered recently,” she finished with a smile.
“Ooo,” cooed Kiiro, looking at the drinks. “That’s the good stuff, top of the line.”
Asrial pointed her scanner at it. The cream was definitely filled with some organics, and they seemed to be organized to sooth burns, repair skin rapidly, and would probably restore his equipment to good shape in half an hour.
The energy drinks seemed to be something else entirely. They were just as filled with organics, some proteins similar to what could be found in milk, a few compounds to speed assimilation into the body, a few for muscle regeneration, and some to quickly metabolize lactic acid. Oddly, she didn’t find any caffeine or any other substance she usually found in what passed for energy drinks back in Quagmire.
“There is also some food we had left over in the fridge,” commented Kasumi. She knew how fast Ranma got hungry and she wanted to be certain he wasn’t starving when his date occurred. Good thing I did, I know he burned a lot of calories just recently, she thought, nearly purring as the memories of just why she felt like she did.
“Well, off with you stud,” smirked Nabiki as she looked on. “Unless you need some help applying the cream.”
“I’ll help! I’ll help!” cried Kiiro. She definitely wanted to help her Master in any way.
Ranma looked around, spotting the slightly predatory smiles forming on Asrial’s face as well as Kasumi. If he let them help, he knew he’d never get out of there in time for his date—something he oddly didn’t feel as fearful about now.
True, he was still scared, but it was more towards ‘please don’t let it fall off’ instead of ‘what does a taming require?’ That latter fear wasn’t an issue anymore, not after Kiiro … and Kasumi … and Asrial…
“Well it looks like you can raise the dead,” commented Nabiki, watching with amusement as Ranma’s soldier peeked above the waterline.
“Eep!” he squeaked in embarrassment, old instincts born from Nerima kicking in.
“Just go,” waved off Nabiki. “Un girls need to talk. Of course, if you want to stay,” she said, turning on the cold water tap on the sink.
“I’ll go,” he said, staring at her. But he wasn't making any movements to withdraw from the furo waters.
“You just plowed my sister, Saotome,” she responded, “and she suggested you plow me as well. I think it’s safe to say that me seeing you naked is not a problem for either of us at the moment.”
Sighing, Ranma gingerly extracted himself from the water, but his glaze hardened after Nabiki whistled.
“Get going, Ranma,” she said, after a few glares were sent her way, namely from Asrial and most disturbingly from Kasumi as well. “Like I said, girl talk, and don’t forget your supplies.”
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Ranma picked up the cans and jar, and headed for the door. At least I can have more of Kasumi’s food, he thought happily as he headed towards their room.
Nabiki smiled as she shut the door, being careful to lock it. “Now then, shall we have a nice little chat?” she asked.
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