[Episode 210203] [Episode 210203]“Brainwave activity is increasing.”
“Looks like she’s waking up finally. Increase oxygen concentration in the respirator unit, adjust the muscle inhibitors accordingly.”
“Keep a tight watch on the new tissue, I want to know if it breaks down or she ruptures it.”
Akane Tendo was slowly returning to the waking world. She had just left a very weird dream, involving Ranma dressed up as Spider-man, Ryoga’s voice coming from something that looked like a cross between P-chan and Venom, and the Fantastic Four replaced with Charmander, Clefairy, Pikachu, and Golem.
I’m never eating chicken before bed ever again; that dream was way too weird.
“Ms. Tendo, are you alert enough to respond?” came a female voice.
“Hmm?” she murmured, wondering why she felt so tired.
“Can you open your eyes please?”
Despite the fact she felt the question itself was weird, she slowly forced her eyes open. She truly didn’t want to; actually, she wanted to go right back to sleep. But the nice voice had asked her to open them, so she thought it would be rude not to give it a try.
“Wow,” she murmured, “you’re all so tiny.”
“Great,” muttered one of the pink haired tiny figures, “she’s stoned.”
“Mary, just shift the system to flush the pain killers and set the neuro-suppressor active on the pain centers of her brain. Make sure you don’t interfere with the torso restraint system.”
“Yeah, yeah; I know what I’m doing, Sally,” spat Mary. “This isn’t the first patient with these issues I’ve dealt with before.”
Akane tilted her head slightly. Sure her mind still felt a bit foggy, but she wondered why the short pinkies were arguing like that. But as she stared, she could feel her mind clearing, the fog lifting.
“Now try to stay calm, Ms. Tendo,” said an unnamed pinkie. “My name is Jill, I was one of the attending medical personnel at the time you came in.”
“Medical?” asked Akane. Her mind was trying to capture some thought, something that was eluding her. Why would she ever have needed medical…
And then it hit her.
“Heart rate and respiration just shot way up!”
“No shit, Sherlock,” grumbled Mary.
“Calm down, Ms. Tendo!” pleaded Jill. “You’re safe here! The Arachnae isn’t around here! You’re safe!”
Akane struggled to try and move. Her mind snapping at her with fear as images of the spider-girl reappeared to her, the pain as … something bit into her, her cries inside the webbing… But as much as she tried, she found her body wouldn’t respond. She could move her neck, but her arms, her legs, hell her torso wouldn’t respond. “Why can’t I move?” she cried.
“We’re restraining you so you don’t reopen your wounds,” said Jill calmly. Damn it, she knew they should have had her sisters here. The girl was freaking out at where she was and what had happened. They usually had a few friendly faces in the room when they brought the patient back around, someone whom the patient would recognize and feel at ease with. They just hadn’t been able to do it this time, thanks to the needed monitoring of the Tendo female. The fact she had survived long enough to get to surgery was a miracle on its own. They just didn’t want to take any chances with making room for one of her sisters at the moment when they had so much to monitor to ensure her continued living. “Now please calm down! If you keep resisting like that, you might reopen your wounds!”
“So … I’m not paralyzed? I mean, I can’t feel anything,” she said into the mask.
Jill nodded. “You’re not paralyzed. We’ve just inhibited certain signals from reaching your brain so you don’t move and re-injure yourself. When you’re healed enough, we’ll drop the inhibitor, drain the medical tank, and allow you out for brief trips. But you’ll need to begin physical rehabilitation,” she said calmly, happy to note that that Akane’s heart rate and breathing rate was dropping slowly back to normal. “The new muscles will be weak and tender for a while and we’ll want to monitor your health to ensure the cloned tissue and organs are continuing to function normally.”
Akane nodded, agreeing with that. The fact that she had been… And they had repaired…
“So no sex for a week or two,” commented Jill.
“Right, no sex,” said Akane. “That’s okay, I… NO SEX!” she sputtered.
“They’re going up again,” commented Mary.
“Calm down, Ms. Tendo!” pleaded Jill. “I’m sure you can go the needed time. What is more important to you: sex or your health?”
Akane just continued to sputter into the mask. What the hell had people been saying about her?
Asrial slowly removed herself from her bed, smiling at how rested she felt.
True, she hadn’t gone to sleep without worries; the safety of her two friends had always weighed heavily on her mind since their separation. About the only time it hadn’t been was … in the bath.
She giggled a bit as the memories surfaced, as did some lingering soreness, as she moved about her room. All things considered, the last few days had been some of the best and some of the worst of the Princess’s young life. She had never done anything like that in Quagmire.
But then one could say it was this place, this world that brought out such behavior. Here, sex was almost as much part of daily life as brushing your teeth—which she needed to do.
But that could wait until after breakfast. After all, she learned last night where the damaged RV was being kept. Apparently when that asshole mechanic had been charged, he was immediately detained after Asrial, Ranma, and Officer Jolie had left—the fraud had also tried his trick on someone with some political clout.
Long story short, he was in jail for the next few days, and his garage was left without supervision. All she needed to do was sneak in—after ensuring no security systems were active; electronic or pokégirl—and get to work. After all, considering she was capable of turning a rusted hunk of junk on cinderblocks into a flying car, surely she could turn the disassembled transport into something no one would expect, especially those asshole Team Rocket members. It wasn’t like she was going to have to pay for or explain where the parts for said modifications had come from.
The fact it would keep Ranma from owing that Officer Joy another favor was … not entirely beside the point. I wonder why I feel so possessive about Ranma now,she thought. It did remind her of how she felt for Jeremy at times.
Hmm, Jeremy … Ranma … Jeremy … Ranma … Jeremy nude … Ranma nude…
Jeremy, Ranma, and myself nude…
Her eyes immediately snapped open as her mind took that parting thought down a perverted track. Oh yes, this world had to be at blame for part of that.
Besides, it wasn’t likely to occur, Ranma didn’t appear to be the type to be involved in a threesome or moresome with another guy.
No; for right now it was probably for the best to just focus on securing the transport and getting it mobile and functional, before another Officer Joy or one of the Pokécenter staff tried to get some time with the pigtailed Tamer. Hopefully the last date hadn’t been recorded as well. Who knew what would happen on a world like this if either video of Ranma’s Taming efforts got out.
After quickly checking her own bag to ensure her copy hadn’t been lost or stolen, she started getting dressed. She was going to be busy after all, and the last thing she wanted was to have to waste time after breakfast returning for her clothes, since that would take time from working on the RV.
“I wonder if I can get Ranma to help me christen it after I finished,” she whispered, churring a bit at the thought of doing just that.
Nabiki felt herself slowly returning to the waking world, a beam of sunshine streaking in through the shut curtains and somehow finding her eyes, no matter where she turned her head. Sure, she could sleep through it, but … she felt like she was rested enough to survive endure the day ahead.
Her mood at the moment was only semi-good, a drastic shift from her usual mood when she got as much sleep as she wanted and needed without missing some appointment. Usually sleeping in wasn’t an option, what with her … extracurricular activities. But said activities were literally another universe away, so unless her analog—if one existed here—was into similar activities, she was going to need to find something else to fulfill her time.
She severely doubted her favorite manga would be available here—not without a serious upsurge of T&A. Besides, one search had already found Neon Genesis: Evangelion existed here in some form. And truthfully, she wasn’t quite ready to tempt fate.
But if she found an analog of Harry Potter here, she was seriously going to either need some brain-bleach in the form of enough alcohol to make a fraternity president cringe or a weapon to cleanse the Earth.
Back to her mood, it was simply to place why it was not a perfect example of contentment.
He damned sister caused it! Sure, she had nice dreams until she had woken up to catch Saotome’s return from ensuring a healthy relationship with Law Enforcement—the fact that the words Saotome, healthy, and Law Enforcement were probably never used before in such a configuration didn’t escape her. And though Kasumi hadn’t pushed it, enough hints had been dropped that the Elder Tendo would like nothing better than to get her itch scratched again.
Kasumi probably would have if the Wild Horse could get a salute going. But apparently four women in one day was Saotome’s limit. Well, if she ever got home, that was one bet she never needed to pay out. Most went for him either being a quick shot like a stereotypical virgin or someone who would do half the district and never stop—with side bets on if incubus or succubus blood ran in Saotome’s family on his mother’s side.
It also brought up questions about Kasumi Tendo, namely just how pure had the maiden been in mind and body. Was Tofu’s reaction due to his nerves or had Kasumi done something to the good doctor to make him like that. If so, were his fits a reason to clear the room and enjoy their time alone? Kasumi did claim to desire older men…
And now said formerly-chaste woman wanted Ranma to deliver such an experience to Nabiki as well.
Nabiki had to wonder what had caused the dramatic personality shift in her sister—if any had occurred. Ask anyone in Nerima—minus the perverts and the conspiracy nuts—about images of Kasumi, and you would never hear the phrases orgy, foursome, eating cum out of women, nailing her sister’s fiancée, trying to get Nabiki laid, or desires to own animal women unless said phrases followed ‘she’ll never have a desire to’.
And yet here it was happening. From Homemaker to Pimp in under a day, a new record in Nerima; Kasumi was definitely showing she had unexplored depths—sex jokes not withstanding. Oh yes, there was a definite need for some sister-bonding time for a nice in-depth chat, hopefully before Akane discovered the DVD Kasumi had made of her orgy in the bathroom—and hopefully before she sat everyone down to watch it and dissected their moves like a sports coach.
And then there was another thing to wake-up for today: Akane was supposed to awaken and be able to talk finally. Last she had heard before bed, everyone was going well, cloned tissue and organs were working fine, no rejection and the cells were holding perfectly. So odds were that for a while, Akane’s power would be a bit off thanks to the new muscles and flesh.
Not that Nabiki looked forward to being a test subject for such. If anything, it made now a perfect time to explain to Little Sister the new Facts of Life for their continued survival. The last thing anyone wanted was a repeat of what had happened in the woods. She still had shivers at seeing Akane like that, soaked in her own blood, barely hanging on.
Akane was going to have to see fact or they were all in trouble. But explaining to the girl that Ranma was now not only expected to be a pervert, but sleep around…
Oh there was going to be some yelling at that meeting.
But there were other things to worry about at the moment, like Kasumi’s plans for the day.
Well namely one plan: get Ranma to Tame the rest of his new harem, namely the High Elf and the two catgirls. Oh sure, Kasumi had asked her, Kiiro, and Asrial to attend, mainly to keep Ranma calm enough to allow him to start to work through his ailurophobia. It sounded more like Kasumi just wanted some more time together with everyone, but the way she had presented it…
Not that Nabiki had any plans to attend, mind you. If and/or when she had a first time with Ranma, it would not be with others present, it would not be being recorded by the Pokécenter staff, and it would not be in any manner, shape, or form similar to her experiences with him. No, it would be something … unique and shared only between the two of them.
So aside from avoiding her sister’s plots for another orgy to help gain control over the Nekoken, chatting with Akane, and her own studying of this world and her upcoming exams to be a Tamer—and exactly what type of pokégirls female Tamers were expected to have, her day was relatively full. Overall, it stood to be a busy day, one filled with learning of this new world and hopefully not running into any more anime rejects fused with it.
Opening her eyes finally now that she had decided on a course of action, she was happy to note her time making the decision had allowed the sun to move enough not to stream into her pupils.
She was however unhappy to find the previously mentioned catgirls in bed with her, cuddling into her side, and each one groping one of her breasts. At least it explained why she had a naughty dream of a catboy Ranma having his way with her: part Kasumi’s suggestions, part Kasumi’s DVD debut, and part purring catgirls molesting her in her sleep.
Oh, Kasumi is so going to pay for this. I know this was her idea!
In his own room, Ranma too was beginning to wake to the day … well, early pre-afternoon. After all, he had had a late night, had a foursome followed by a night of pleasing a certain Officer Jenny. So he didn’t mind that he had slept past dawn. It wasn’t like anyone was going to wake him with a bucket of cold water or by tossing him out an open window. Sure, he’d probably get up soon, spend some time working out, followed by another wonderful break…er…brunch by Kasumi, and learn more about these Pokégirls before Angry Tomboy 01 awoke from her slumber and…
Oh who was he kidding, the minute Akane learned that he had had sex with Kasumi and three other girls, he was a dead man. They would be finding pieces of him from here to … well, whatever was on the opposite side of the world from Pewtit.
Great, now he needed a map! He hadn’t even been up for five minutes and he already needed a map to find out just how screwed he was.
Sighing that drifting back to sleep was no longer an option, he tried to sit up.
‘Tried’ being the appropriate word as something was pinning his shoulders to the bed. Opening his eyes, he turned to his left, spotting the snoozing yellow-furred form of Kiiro, cuddled against his side, her head on his shoulder, sleeping with a smile on her face.
Turning right revealed a similar picture, except the person was the very human Kasumi Tendo.
Oh yes, forget world maps, he was going to need a star chart to figure out how screwed he was.
Now fully alert, his brain kicked in, trying to not only figure out how he came to such a life-ending incident, but also possible routes of escape.
He recalled his last bath after his date with Officer Jolie, the chat he had with Kasumi. It had been nice, opening up like that, not feeling the pressure to be something, but to just be.
They were counting on him; he knew that, even if they hadn’t outright said it. And that was not the Saotome ego talking. He had told Kasumi he would do his best to protect them all here.
And sure there was that little voice inside his head, one that kept reminding him that if he had been the best like he claimed, than that spider-girl wouldn’t have gotten Akane, wouldn’t have shrugged off his chi attack like the thing was Ryoga and Ranma has tossed a pebble at it.
Sex was fun; he was never going to deny that. It offered things he had quite frankly never gotten out of his training; things that made the other voices in his head wonder what the other girls from Nerima would be like in the act.
But it wasn’t going to always protect them here. He needed to get stronger, needed to help the others get stronger too. The former wouldn’t be that bad, super-powered girls with such abilities were sure to help him test and push himself to new limits. The problem was the latter; what did he know about teaching others? He certainly wasn’t about to expose a pokégirl to his father’s teaching style.
Well most of it, some things the Old Man had tried were pretty good … okay, less stupid than the rest would be a better description. But if he was going to help everyone get stronger so they had a better chance of surviving, then Ranma was going to need to use his brains.
And while he could probably work something out to train the Tendo sisters—at least Akane would get her wish that he take her seriously in their training—he didn’t have a clue what a pokégirl could take. He never really watched Pokémon, but he got some of the general gist of the series: skinny people used little creatures to do battle. And sure while the strategy aspect was kind of nice, he still felt it was a gyp because the main characters never did any of the fighting. Oh sure, they took the occasional shots and all, but they never really fought.
That and he was pretty certain that a good beating would have got those Team Rocket idiots off their asses for a lot longer than one episode. Seriously, who was so single-minded that they’d spend every moment towards such a narrow goal?
Back in Nerima and even in the Pokégirl World, several people sneezed.
Ranma’s nose twitched as he fought the sudden urge to sneeze, wondering if someone was talking about him, and trying to ignore the voice inside him worrying about the medical staff wanting to ‘examine’ him.
But all of his plans were on hold until he could get out of bed. And the two beauties beside him were looking much too serene and peaceful to wake up. Just the way Kasumi’s face was framed by an incoming beam of sunlight, the cute little wiggling of Kiiro’s nose as she slept … the way someone was massaging his penis under the covers…
“Oh no,” he nearly whined. Please let me survive this day with my equipment intact, Kami-sama! Please, you owe me!
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