[Episode 210020] [Episode 210020]Wildcat purred as she lay with her head on her new Tamer’s lap, her tongue idly lashing out to deliver another lick to the source of yummy tastes. Oh yes, even though the newest Tamer to own her didn’t have a nice thick piece of meat protruding from between their legs, the tastes of the juices were more than enough to make up for it.
Ever since she had gone through Threshold and became a full-fledged pokégirl, she had been passed through more than a few Tamers.
Well, she wouldn’t say it was her fault, mind you, that she was passed around like a baton in a relay race. She blamed it on her crappy luck to be sent to Tamers who had the endurance of a half-dead Snorlass. They just couldn’t last when she was in the mood for a good, long, hard taming.
Oh sure, they tried to make excuses for their weaknesses. ‘I need water!’ ‘I need sleep!’ ‘I can’t feel my dick!’ ‘I’m seeing a bright light, is that you Grandma?’ ‘It fell off! For the love of the Gods, get me some help!’
How was it her fault they couldn’t handle her libido and her need for a thorough satisfying taming?
So she bounced around in the system, waiting for an appropriate Tamer to come along and finally give her needs a great satisfaction.
So it was understandable she had been a bit … confused when she was sent to a female Tamer. Oh she had no problem with the fact that the Tamer was a female—more than a few male Tamers had tried to satiate her by throwing the rest of their team at her first before trying their own … hand at it.
So she went with the new chance and went after the Tamer with the usual gusto … turned down a bit since it was obviously a newbie Tamer. It started with the usual chase of cat and mousegirl: the Tamer running while Wildcat chased after her, finally catching the girl, and then proceeding to introduce the newbie Tamer to the reason Tamers are considered a fun career.
And then … the taste! Oh the wonderful taste of the girl’s juices as they flowed across the pokégirl’s tongue was spectacular, endearing, addictive taste of heaven. Oh, she could spend her days, just licking that source of mana. She didn’t even mind that said source was female; after all, a cat does love to lick her cream.
Though the fact she was going to eventually miss getting some Tamer meat between her legs would probably be an issue later. Who knew, maybe the girl had some strong male contacts to satisfy her own urges that the Wildcat could try out. Surely one of them wouldn’t be as weak in the bed as her previous owners.
Smiling, her tongue dashed out again, scooping up some more of the tasty cream, before noticing that instead of the humble moans that had occurred before, the moans now sounded … as if the Tamer was in pain, a sound she knew very well.
Blinking, the Wildcat raised her head slightly, looking down at the moist area she had been licking, noticing for the first time that it was red, nearly licked raw.
Wincing slightly, the catgirl slowly eased herself off the Tamer and the bed, and made her way towards the door. Hopefully the Pokécenter staff had something for that.
For cream that good, she definitely didn’t want to risk being cut off from the source.
Her name was Amber, a Nurse Joy of the late shifts at the Pokécenter, and had been an active Nurse Joy for several years. She was also one of the few Nurse Joys on staff who knew about the human male and the other formerly human females. They had all agreed that letting news like that out was a bad idea, especially with groups like Team Rocket, Trauma Team, the Limbac Pirates, and even the Cult of Sukebe running around, and who would undoubtedly try and use the information and the quartet for their own uses.
It was also why the Nurse Joys had high hopes of not only preparing them, but ensuring they and the assigned Tamer, Ash, were on their way within a week. A stationary target was not one such groups could pass up.
An attack was what they wanted to prevent, but they would settle for not having it in their own backyard.
So she stared at the screen, working on the latest blood sample from the partially human Tendo female. Since the Tamer had imbibed alcohol, she was scanning the sample to determine if the girl had damaged the spell holding back the transformative DNA. Luckily, it looked like the minor infraction had not damaged the spell retaining the woman’s humanity. But it was still obvious the girl was going to need at the very least a written list of what actions could compromise her continued humanity.
“Some people just never listen to their doctors,” Amber sighed, as she leaned back in her chair and away from the computer monitor. She was relatively certain that the Nurse Joy who first informed the Tendo girl of her situation would have mentioned that sort of thing to her.
Perhaps in the morning, she could get the two sisters and the male together and make sure they all understood exactly what could set the Buzzbreast conversion running once again.
“Excuse me?”
Amber blinked as she looked up, spotting the newest resident to the Pokécenter, the Wildcat recently registered to Ms. Tendo. “Yes?” she asked the nervous and embarrassed looking pokégirl. She was hoping that this wasn’t about yet another issue Ms. Tendo had failed to listen to.
“Um … I sort of … overdid it,” the Wildcat murmured. “I need some cream to apply to my Tamer’s … tasty place,” she said, pointing at her crotch.
The Joy blinked in confusion for a moment, before what the nervous pokégirl was referring to finally dawned on her. “Oh!” she said, standing from her seat to head over to the medical closet. She had to admit, it was a first for her. Sure, the Wildcat had been given a warning for being over-amorous, but to do enough where you needed cream to deal with newly raw skin…
“Now be careful,” smiled Amber as she handed a bottle of cherry-scented salve to the pokégirl, “you need to learn when to stop. Cunnilingus is nice, but you have to learn when to pull back. Most Tamers don’t carry this cream with them to cure a tender crotch.”
“But she tasted soooo gooooood!” whined the Wildcat. “I just couldn’t stop!”
As the pokégirl went back to her room to apply the suave, the Joy could only shake her head. “Must be some leftover DNA from when she was a Kitten,” she murmured, as she returned to her station. That had to be it.
Why else would a Wildcat perform oral until the Tamer’s crotch was raw?
Shaking her head, she went back to looking at the monitor. Perhaps the Tendo girl needed yet another blood screening in the morning … assuming she was able to walk straight.
Gendo stared at the large screen before him, as the Bridge Bunnies—he had no idea why three Ingenue were called bunnies, they looked nothing like the common bunny-girls—worked over the controls on the platform below him.
The screen showed hundreds of red blips set against a realtime map of the area of combat, teams of his own agents—as well as a few disposable spies sent into his ranks by SEELE—as they closed on what was now registering as a orange dot.
“It seems the first team’s work was successful,” said Gendo, hiding a growing smirk behind his clasped hands, elbows sitting on his desk.
“Agreed,” said Kozo Fuyutsuki, Gendo’s former teacher and now his second in command of Team Rocket. “Such a waste of life though,” he said, remembering how the first wave of red dots had converged on what had at one point been a yellow dot, the location of Cocooner given by technology scanning for her. Slowly, the dots winked out as the team and accompanying pokégirls were slaughtered, some dots turning green to indicate they had been cocooned.
“They were composed of the disposable,” said Gendo without emotion. “At least SEELE cannot harp about their missing spies, though I am certain the Old Men will try anyway.”
“True,” said Kozo, as he stared at the screen. “I am surprised you are trying to capture her though,” mused the elderly man. “One such as her, I would have surmised you would insist on her complete eradication.”
“She is of use, if her methods can be attuned to our needs.”
“You plan to try and use her DNA altering abilities to create pureblood humans,” stated Kozo, somewhat shocked. “I would have thought the samples you had acquired were to be used only to breed pureblooded humans.”
“I still plan to,” said Gendo, as he noticed four red dots approaching the remains of the first team. His hand touched a pad nearby, bringing up the data on the three dots approaching the battleground. “On a side note, if those three survive, I want to personally … chat with them.” The system registered their names as Zack, Angeal, Cissnei, and Reno.
Kozo nodded, making a note on his own datapad.
“I would be foolish to assume every sample we’ve acquired will produce fruit,” said Gendo. “It would be foolish to also place all of our eggs in one basket, as the old saying goes.
“Even if we succeeded in breeding the samples, we would still be left with a very small genetic range to expand upon. If Cocooner could change others into full humans, then it would greatly expand our genetic pool.”
“And if she can’t?”
“Then she will be torn apart here so we can learn exactly how she does what she does, and apply that knowledge to our own efforts of removing the pokégirl genome from our subjects,” he responded coldly.
“Even if she dies during the capture?” mused Kozo.
“A resource our enemies cannot use is a victory, even if we ourselves our stripped of it,” Gendo commented. “And if not SEELE or our other competitors, then those fools like the Cult of Sukebe, who view the abomination as a Goddess.”
Gendo reached over, tapping a series of commands into the console, before a single audio feed popped up. “Report,” he said simply.
“The target is showing no signs of notice of being tracked,” commented the nearly emotionless female voice of a kunoichi pokégirl on the scene, one of several dozen that the operation had spread out to observe the fight. “Nor does she show any signs of knowing of the package.”
Gendo nodded silently. He had been a bit worried when Cocooner had backtracked during the battle, towards the rushing convoy, even more so when said convoy encountered a swarm of Buzzbreasts. But since said Buzzbreasts showed no signs of possessing a Buzzqueen, it was probably safe to assume they had followed the Legendary. But if Cocooner had been even aware of them, it was likely her attempts to use them as a distraction had ended.
“Attacking efficiency of the target has decreased by eight-point-four percent since the ingestion of the first Tamer,” the kunoichi continued to comment.
Gendo was pleased at that. What the troops hadn’t known was that they had each imbibed a distilled poison. Oh sure, it wouldn’t effect them, as it was designed especially for bug pokégirls. It was initially a derivative of the antidote to the Buzzbreast transformation for cocooned Tamers and pokégirls. His scientists had been tampering with it ever since he could spare the resources.
Now it was a viral weapon to use against the Legendary. Sure, she was immune to most pokégirl attacks as well as the general weaknesses of bug-types. But she wasn’t perfect.
You just needed to attack her insides.
“Status of packaged Alpha, Beta, and Gamma?” asked Gendo.
“Awaiting orders for activation,” replied the kunoichi.
Gendo smiled at those words. He was after all a man who left nothing to chance.
Alpha Package was a highly concentrated dose of the poison, contained in several compartments in that particular kunoichi’s uniform. Should she be consumed, the poison packets would be released, and the Legendary would receive what could either be a lethal dose or a large enough dose to settle her into a coma and prepare Cocooner for transport.
Beta Package was in case Cocooner was not likely to fall to the poison, even a concentrated dose. It contained three vials of samples taken from the single Legendary NERV had, sealed and placed in stasis deep below the island base off the coast of the Edo League. Cocooner could always be bought and would do just about anything to gain samples she had never had before. And the Legendary’s desire for samples from her fellow unique pokégirls was well known. If they could pay her to work for them, it was just as well as strapping her down and doing their work on their own. But a willing participant made things so much better and smoother.
And finally Gamma Package. That device was a beauty of its own design, a device implanted in the kunoichi’s womb. When activated, it would become the final solution. If all else failed, if the poisons were not enough, if the bribe was not enough, then there was no chance of acquiring the Legendary as a living specimen. The devise would activate either by remote or by the consumption of the kunoichi. After a preset amount of time, the device would trigger, and the soft insides of the Legendary would have a very close encounter with the explosive forces of a highly focused charge.
Cocooner would work, or her corpse would do the work for her. Either way, the Legendary would become the second such under the control of NERV.
But as he said, those were final options. For all Gendo knew and hoped, the overwhelming forces waiting in reserve. He first wanted to see how the four SOLDIERs and TURKs faired. After all, one did need to test the effectiveness of their pursuits once in a while. “Have Formations Two and Three prepare to move in, followed by Four through Six. If we keep this up too long, eventually the authorities might notice something, let alone a traveling Tamer.”
Kozo nodded, as he sent the orders down to the Ingenue Pokégirls communicating to the forces in the field.
Gendo stared at the dots, waiting to see what occurred next. A small video window near him streamed the fight live, as the quartet attacked the Legendary. He had to admit, they were brave if not foolish. If they survived, he would have to remember to have a nice little chat with them, especially if they lived and the convoy failed.
“What’s that?” commented Kozo, as he watched the female pick up something.
“A pendant of some sort,” said Gendo, eyes narrowed at the scene. “And it appears it is important to Cocooner, very odd,” he said.
As they watched, one of the SOLDIERs was slammed into the female TURK, sending both to the ground.
“It seems a few more drills on situational awareness are needed,” commented Kozo, before the screen flashed.
Gendo’s hand quickly went to the communications console. “Report!”
“A light emanated from the pendant, creating an unknown disturbance. It appeared as if those within five meters of the pendent … exploded out slowly and then vanish. Several cocoons and the remains of three Agents were taken with them. There appears to be no damage to the surrounding landscape.”
Gendo’s eyes narrowed, as he sent the commands for the next assault wave to begin. “I want the video recording analyzed; I want to know what just happened.”
Kozo nodded. “Perhaps we may even be able to learn where that item came from should we capture Cocooner.”
Gendo nodded. It appeared as if things just got a little more interesting. “Make sure the information stays classified, I don’t want the Old Men gaining any wind of this.”
“Understood.”
“And see what can be done to speed the convoy’s arrival.”
“We could send them to a secondary base,” proposed Kozo. “If they fail to apprehend the Legendary, the flight could be changed to deliver the samples.”
“Agreed,” said Gendo. “But unless it is a carcass, don’t send them together. I don’t want to risk a dual-failure.”
“As you wish,” said Kozo, as he left the platform. If the mission—either of them—was a failure, one did not want to be an immediate target to vent frustration upon.
To-Kah looked at the assembled … creatures brought back from the teleportation recall. Taking a deep breath, she pulled out her pipe. “Cologne, you see them?”
“Yes?” commented the fellow Elder.
“Good; then tell me, should I kill the man who sold me this stuff or should I ask for more, because this is one hell of a trip.”
It had started as a simple conversation, a plan formed by Kasumi to help convince Akane to stop resisting, to convince the youngest Tendo to stop the course of action that would only lead to her own destruction, either via the loss of her entire self inside the pokéball or by a mind-wipe to keep her from lashing out.
Akane had sulked, complaining about her fate. She had become enraged, vowing not to give into the perverted programming of the pokéball, despite the fact Kasumi had assured her that the programming didn’t need her to accept it, just to acknowledge it. She had put forth that she was far from a sex object that Akane thought it meant to change her into.
They decided not to mention that Kasumi was currently nude, sleeping in the same bed as Ranma, and had a firm grip on Ranma’s rear. After all, Kasumi had never done that before back at the Dojo … right?
Right?
Anyway, progress had been slow; after all, Akane is not one to change easily. She was a Tendo, and like her father, bemoaned her current lot in life. She claimed the others wouldn’t know what she was going through.
And then to the shock of Kasumi and Akane, Nabiki had lashed out at Akane. She screamed at Akane about how Nabiki had it much worse. After all, Nabiki had been a pure human infected with a viral DNA pathogen, which would quickly transform her into a Buzzbreast if the magical seal failed, how her mind would be lost.
“At least you’ll keep your own fucking memories!” yelled Nabiki, her rage evident on her face. “How do you have it so much worse than me?” she yelled, before she lunged at her sister.
The others looked on in shock as Nabiki tackled Akane, wrapping her hands around the Tomboy’s neck.
“NABIKI!” yelled Kasumi, as she tried to pull the enraged girl away from Akane. This anger didn’t make sense. Sure, Nabiki had had a rough few days, but the rage, the reactions were definitely not what one expected from the girl.
“I’LL SHOW YOU SOMETHING ROUGH!” bellowed the woman in question, as Akane was finally able to pull the surprisingly strong hands from her throat. The fact it had been something Akane had barely accomplished had shocked her. Nabiki shouldn’t have been that strong, let alone this violent.
“Nabiki, what’s wrong?” pleaded Kasumi, as she exerted as much will as she could to pull Nabiki back. This was making no sense.
And then she heard hit, as Nabiki breathed heavily, struggling to strike back at her younger sister.
Kasumi heard … buzzing. “Nabiki, is it true you had a baby with that young Kuno boy?” she asked quickly, hoping to break her sister’s train of thought.
It worked as the rage evaporated in an instant, the hissing and buzzing replaced with a sputtering choke as Nabiki tried to respond past the shock of the comments. “W-What?” she squeaked. “I never did that sort of stuff with Kuno-baby!”
Akane just looked on, trying to regain her own breath. Why would Kasumi say something like that? And why was it is this world was entirely mental, did it feel like she really had been choked.
“Rest sisters,” sighed Kasumi, “I will explain everything I can, Akane,” she said, turning to the confused Tomboy. “This is a mental world, true. But for us, it is as real as if we were having this conversation back home in the Dojo.”
Seeing Akane’s shock, Nabiki chuckled slightly. “Mental world, Little Sister, Kasumi hears all, even our stray thoughts.” She then swayed slightly.
“Nabiki, do you remember what you just did?” asked the nervous Ka-D-Bra.
Nabiki opened her mouth and tried to speak. But the words brought a new shock to the Tendo girl. “I… I… I attacked Akane,” she said, her words sounding more like a question than a statement.
“Do you know why?” asked Kasumi.
Nabiki paused, trying to gather her thoughts. Why had she attacked Akane? Sure, Akane’s little pity-party had been nothing new; the youngest Tendo did tend to take a self-centered view at times. Hell, the entire engagement fiasco between Nabiki and Ranma had been a prime example of that. Ranma saved Nabiki believing Akane could fend for herself, which led to Akane taking the view it was planned as something against her, not the fact that Nabiki wouldn’t have taken the fall that well and Akane hadn’t even considered if Nabiki was okay until she was on the ground herself.
But the complaints about her own troubles, the total disregard for what could and was happening to her sisters… Why had that made the middle Tendo so enraged?
“I think I know,” said Kasumi. “Nabiki, you need to remain calm.”
Nabiki’s eyes went wide at that. Why was it someone always asked you to remain calm right before they delivered very painful news to you?
“I think in here,” Kasumi mentioned, “the viral DNA is creating an effect like Ranma’s Nekoken.
“Oh my,” she mused, a smile gracing her lips. “Maybe I can use my abilities to help Ranma be able to stand cute little kitties,” Kasumi said.
“Wait, go back,” sputtered Nabiki. Sure, the possibility that Kasumi could hamper any plans to force Ranma into helping her by fixing Ranma’s phobia was important—not so much after the demonic Megami laid out her cost for a cure, but what the hell, a girl needed some amusement, and releasing Wildcat on him sounded like some fun. But really, that Buzzbreast DNA was affecting her mind like the Nekoken?
“You shouldn’t be mean to Ranma,” admonished Kasumi, reminding the middle Tendo once more that Kasumi heard all thoughts.
“And yes, in here it is affecting you,” Kasumi finished.
“What the hell do you mean?” growled Nabiki, before closing her eyes and trying to take deep cleansing breaths. Why was she so damned angry?
“Even though you aren’t changing, the Buzzbreast DNA is still inside you, still a part of you. In here,” she said, motioning to the mental landscape, “it has apparently some influence on you.”
“So what?” asked Akane. “That gives her the right to choke me!”
Kasumi placed her hand on Nabiki’s shoulder as the girl began growling, a tone of buzzing was heard through it though. “Nabiki is trying to deal with her changes, changes that contain urges instilled in her by the very DNA that is changing her, trying to rob her of her mind and body.
“Until she is cured, I’m afraid such an outburst could occur again in the future, so I’m asking we all stay calm and try and discuss this rationally.”
“She tried to choke me!” cried Akane.
“You’re wrong, Little Sister; she did choke you, and she’s sorry about that.”
Nabiki stared at her hands, fear etched on her face. Now that Kasumi mentioned it, she could feel it, lurking below the surface, stretching into her. She knew it had infected her body; her skin, hair, and probably her vagina unless Wildcat’s lick-a-thon had been normal behavior for the pokégirl. It had infected her libido, making her desire the carnal acts more than ever before.
The buzzing, she could imagine it in the background of her thoughts, waiting for a chance to surge forward, to complete the path it started, to strip her completely of her humanity, her will, the rest of what made her Nabiki Tendo, what made her an individual and not some bulk product, what defined her from that missing Kitten pokégirl that had disappeared with Ranma’s analog. It was waiting, stretching, trying to regain the control that had been stripped from it, rallying against the possibility of being eliminated by the demons who promised Nabiki humanity on the price of salvation.
Rage, she felt that now. Rage against the unfairness of her life. Rage that she was being changed by a process the standard antidote couldn’t fix. Rage against those dangling the carrot of hope in front of her, demanding their pound of flesh before they would help her, cure her.
As she turned and spied her younger sister, that rage grew. Rage against the obsessed Daddy’s girl. Rage against her whining attitude. Rage against her self-pity, her inability to grasp the situation. Rage against the girl who threatened the sanctity of their hive!
Nabiki quickly wrenched her sight away from her sister. “Send me back to my body now!” she demanded.
“Nabiki, I—”
“NOW!” she bellowed. “We’ll talk when she gets out of her damned ball, when I won’t ring her neck!” Nabiki yelled. “Send me back to my damned body!”
Kasumi nodded sadly, as Nabiki faded from the mental landscape.
“Will … will she be okay?” Akane asked in a near whisper.
“I don’t really know,” sighed Kasumi. “We were changed in an instant, Akane. We didn’t even know what happened until it was already too late.
“But Nabiki changed slower, when a Buzzbreast infected her,” she said. The eldest Tendo wondered if perhaps that hive’s Buzzqueen had been killed before their fight, if perhaps the one who had infected Nabiki had been in the midst of evolving into a Buzzqueen before infecting Nabiki, before the creature had been killed by Ranma in the Nekoken mindset. Perhaps that explained the way Nabiki was acting. The rage was not that of a drone, but that of a ruler against one who threatened her power.
Could Nabiki like Ranma like that? Kasumi wondered. Or is she mad because Akane threatens to destroy the family she knows.
“Nabiki may lose everything about herself to this change unless a cure is found,” Kasumi continued. “In the end, when we leave the pokéball, we are still the same people, the same minds in different bodies.
“But when the change completes for Nabiki, if she fails to get her cure, there is no guarantee that she will maintain that which makes her Nabiki.
“That is why you need to stop resisting, Little Sister,” said Kasumi, turning her sad eyes upon the youngest Tendo. “We need to be there for her, to help her past this, to support her in her quest for her cure.
“I don’t want to lose anymore of my family,” sobbed Kasumi, clutching her sister. “I’ve lost Mother, I’ve lost Father, I … I can’t stand to lose either of you too!”
Akane slowly brought her arms up to hug Kasumi, her mind fighting against itself. She knew what would happen if she became a pokégirl, if she stopped fighting. She would no longer be human, she would need … taming. She would have to fight for Ranma, hope he never lost her, she was never stolen. Hell, she wouldn’t even be able to have children until a second Threshold, when she became a pokéwoman. So many things she took as constant, she was being asked to be toss them out the window, to accept a new reality.
But if she gave in, she could be there for her sisters, to support them, to ensure Ranma … treated them all right. She could at least ensure the pervert boy didn’t do anything against their wills.
Kasumi felt it best not to mention her own plan to cure Ranma of his shyness as she heard Akane’s thoughts. But that was for tomorrow night, right after she ensured Ranma was stuffed with food and unable to bolt away. “Akane? Will you help us?”
Inside the lab, the light on one illegally modified pokéball … went out, a bell sounded indicating the ball was finished and awaited use.
In her room, Nabiki opened her eyes, pushing past the utter exhaustion her physical form felt, catching a glance of Wildcat applying some cream to Nabiki’s nether region.
“Oh, you’re awake,” smiled Wildcat, as she set the jar on a nearby table, one that Nabiki had been certain had been overturned during her attempted escape from the lecherous pokégirl. “How are you feeling?” she asked.
Nabiki’s eyes closed. “I’ll tell you in the morning. Now go to sleep.”
“Okay, Mistress,” smirked the catgirl, as she turned off the lights, and cuddled beside Nabiki. “Night,” she said, kissing Nabiki heavily, before curling into the Tendo girl’s side.
Slowly, Nabiki opened her eyes once more, staring at the ceiling, wondering how long she could keep fighting the monster that lurked inside of her, waiting for a weakness in the magical barrier preventing it from completing her transformation.
Well, that and why she tasted cherries and honey now.
Inside the room of Ranma Saotome, Kasumi’s eyes opened, noticing that during her mental escapade, she had somehow ended up on top of Ranma as he slept. Smiling, the Ka-D-Bra lowered her head back to his chest and smiled. “Things are starting to look up at least,” she said with a smile, as she closed her eyes once more.
In the morning, they would get Akane out of her pokéball, get a meal, and continue their talk, hopefully without all of the choking and anger.
Besides, she had something very important to talk to them about tomorrow. She had to convince Ranma and Nabiki that they needed to produce a human heir while they had time.
Somehow, Kasumi didn’t think that would be any easier than the chat she had just finished. Perhaps she should fix Ranma’s fear first … after a good night’s sleep. Yes, that would probably be better to do first.
And then … she would work on getting the two to produce an heir for the two family lines … before the last human Tendo was changed forever.
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