[Episode 212080] [Episode 212080]
Nabiki Didn’t trust Professor Nova one bit, not after finding out about the truth serum snacks he’d used on Ranma. She’d nearly bitten into one of those herself, and that would have been extremely bad for business. Even if it was only temporary, Nabiki simply could not afford to be stuck telling only the truth, and for more reasons than she could count.
Which was why Nabiki still couldn’t believe that she’d let Kasumi and the three Pokégirls talk them all into coming here, to Nova’s secret base. Well, one of them that is; according to the man himself, Professor Desty Nova was almost constantly on the move between three known and ten similarly secret laboratories.
Kasumi, Nabiki wasn’t sure why, wanted to take Nova up on his offer to register them all as Pokégirl tamers. She’d tried to argue that they could easily do that themselves in the next town, and be safer doing it. But Kasumi had pulled out her Buddha act again and somehow convinced everyone that Nova could be trusted, with a little help from Cyan, Cassandra, and Alice.
The three of them seemed to practically worship the man for some reason, and had literally begged them all to trust Nova. Or, more specifically, the Pokégirls had begged Nabiki and the rest to let Professor Nova experiment on them in the hopes of having their abilities improved. The mad man apparently had one hell of a reputation for enhancing Pokégirls’ natural abilities by tweaking their DNA some how.
As ironic as it sounded just to say, Ranma was the only one who seemed to be showing a lick of sense after they’d been talked into coming here. For some reason, being forced to tell the absolute truth, from his perspective, seemed to have finally forced the impulsive teen to think carefully before he said anything. Ranma also seemed to be learning the art of counter questioning as well; thanks in part to the Pokégirls who appeared to be determined to find out everything the boy did and didn’t know about sex.
Nabiki wasn’t about to point it out to her little sister just yet, but Akane was acting just as bad as the Pokégirls were right now. Her sister was apparently determined to find something, anything, to justify her constantly calling Ranma a pervert all this time. She’d already asked her fiancé several lewd questions already, and was only getting progressively worse as the Pokégirls helping her surround Ranma did the same.
Ranma looked, and probably felt, like a trapped animal right now. He also looked like he was seriously reconsidering keeping his father’s little vanishing technique sealed right about now. Nabiki had thought about rescuing the poor lout from all the attention, but had thought better of it.
If this world was as bad as the records she’d been skimming over suggested, then Genma’s sealed techniques could be a much needed ace in the hole later on. So Nabiki decided to let them pressure Ranma for bit, then periodically drop the hint to him later on about unsealing the techniques.
“Hey! A little privacy, please?! I’m trying to go to the bathroom!” Ranma’s bellow echoed from down the hallway. Nabiki looked up just in time to see Ranma standing in an open doorway, trying, to prevent Luo, the twins, and Akane from following him in. Akane, at least, had the good grace to look embarrassed when she noticed where Ranma was trying to go. Her three partners in crime however just looked puzzled by the request, as if they couldn’t fathom why he wouldn’t want them there.
Nabiki shook her head in pity for the poor kid, but wasn’t quite ready to help the boy out yet either. Coaxing their strongest fighter from home into taking this world seriously was a top priority for Nabiki; a little inconvenient embarrassment from interested girls was currently the absolute nicest way Nabiki could think of to pressure Ranma into doing that.
Her thoughts were interrupted yet again though as another, less familiar voice cut into Nabiki’s quiet solitude. “Mistress Nabiki, I think I’ve almost decided what changes I want Professor Nova to make to my body. But I wanted to know what you thought about them first, since you’re officially going to be my Tamer when everything’s finished,” Alice hesitantly cut into her thoughts.
The Shadowcat was standing just behind and slightly to Nabiki’s right, holding a thin digital display out to her with the proposed changes on it. Nabiki looked at the display Alice was holding and shook her head in amused pity. “Alice, unless I’m missing something here, isn’t essentially becoming a Kitsune a couple steps down for you? You’re not asking for this simply because Ranma’s afraid of anything even remotely feline are you?” she asked her soon to be alpha Pokégirl.
“Well . . . maybe a little,” Alice admitted reluctantly. “But Professor Nova says that he can make the changes mostly cosmetic if I wanted. That way I can still enhance my powers a little bit without scaring Ranma to death every time he sees me,” the Pokégirl defended herself in a rush.
Nabiki had to shake her head again at that, this time in sympathy for the feline Pokégirl. “Alice, as much as I can understand how you feel about this, I’m going to have to say no to that part. Enhance your powers as much as you like, we’ll need every advantage we can get in this world, I think. But Ranma’s fear of cats isn’t just going to go away on its own; if he spooks and bolts when we need him the most because we babied him now, where does that leave us later?”
“But-,” Alice tired to protest, but Nabiki held a hand up to forestall her.
“Let me finish. I’ve never really seen you, Cyan, or Cassandra fight, Alice. Still, if Professor Nova can be believed, Ranma’s abilities are on par with some of the better fighting type Pokégirls. That’s a pretty good advantage in our favor since I doubt most people will expect it, when Ranma’s in his guy form at least. However, that advantage goes completely out the window if our opponents happen to pull out a cat type on him. We got lucky when Gary pulled you out and Ranma just happened to trample the guy and his buddies while trying to get away, plain and simple. We might not be that lucky next time around,” Nabiki gently explained to her feline companion.
“Ranma has been terrified of cats for years. Yet since coming to the dojo, and having a girl cursed to turn into a cat declare herself his wife, Ranma’s managed to conquer that fear a few times. But what we really need him to do is to master that fear to the point that it’s not a liability for us anymore. That’s why I want you to stay a cat type, Alice, to ease him out of it. You’re a nice girl, and I think Ranma’s already picked up on that. You just need to keep working at him until he warms up to you enough to get over his cat phobia. Trust me on this, it really is for the best,” she concluded, passing the display device back to Alice with an encouraging smile.
Alice was visibly torn by the request, but she eventually gave into it with a nod. “I’ll try, mistress Nabiki. I’ll just go tell Professor Nova that I just want a basic upgrade of my current abilities then,” she replied a little sadly.
“Trust me, Alice, you’ll be glad you did later on; I promise,” Nabiki countered, still trying to get her new Pokégirl to cheer up. “Oh, and just one more thing, Alice. Just call me ‘boss’ from now on; ‘mistress’ makes me picture whips and chains, and I’m not really into that sort of thing, if you know what I mean,” she added with a playful swat to the parting girl’s backside. It wasn’t Nabiki’s usual way of showing affection, but it certainly seemed to perk her depressed cat girl up a lot.
“No problem, boss,” Alice shot back with a playful salute and a beaming smile on her face. Then she sauntered off, presumably to find Professor Nova again. Meanwhile she left Nabiki to reflect on just how positively Alice and other Pokégirls responded to just a little approval and a kind word or two. Were these Pokégirls really that desperate for approval that just a little kindness had them bending over backwards to get more of the same?
Cassandra smirked to herself as she thought of the new enhancements she was about to have spliced into her DNA. Highelves were practically a dime a dozen, compared to her harems sisters at least, and that had been a sore point for Cassandra since Gary added them to the harem. Her similarly small breast size had been an issue for the Highelf even before that.
But not anymore, soon Cassandra would be a G-Spliced, the rarest of rare short of the legendaries themselves. She’d chosen to keep her current Highelf evolution as a base, merely splicing the attributes of other Pokégirl into her existing make up rather than go for a full make over. One of her first picks for enhancement, Nymph, was made out of sheer necessity though. Since her presumed tamer was the highly prudish youngest Tendo sister, a Nymphs pheromones were a must to ensure Cassandra could get tamed when she needed it.
Her second choice was to remedy her long-standing breast envy, a grudgingly admitted secret of nearly all elf types. Cassandra had asked Professor Nova to blend in just enough Milktit DNA to let her control her bust size through milking intervals. She wouldn’t produce the grandiose and excessive 45 gallons a day that an actual Milktit would. But Cassandra would have the same storage capacity of a Milktit if she needed it. The extra health boosts that she could provide was just an extra bonus.
Professor Nova had also offered to almost double Cassandra’s base magic type powers by infusing her with a mana stone somehow. That particular offer was a no-brainer and Cassandra had accepted the offer immediately. By morning she’d go from an ‘uncommon’ dead end evolution to a one of a kind magical powerhouse with a figure to die for.
Not only that, but she’d have a surefire way of getting herself tamed properly and regularly, even with a prude like that Tendo girl as her tamer. Then again, while the more open minded Tendo sisters had already completed the registration process and were only waiting for the files to be processed; their youngest sister hadn’t done that yet.
Nope, the girl had been harassing the heartbreakingly shy Ranma along with Nova’s personal harem instead. Cassandra didn’t understand why, but even with proof that the boy couldn’t lie, the prudish girl seemed almost desperate to prove her claims that Ranma was a pervert. She’d literally spent the last few hours trying to find a version of the same two or three questions that would get Ranma to ‘prove’ he was a pervert. For a prude, Akane Tendo certainly had a broad and colorful vocabulary when it came to the topics of voyeurism, masturbation, and sex in general.
That left Cassandra without a registered Tamer to claim her as their alpha. It also left her wondering if she’d have to take a step down from alpha to get into a proper harem. Not even the Nymph pheromones she’d asked for would help Cassandra from inside a Pokéball, or worse, a storage unit. Which was the main reason why the soon to be former Highelf was contemplating picking her Tamer instead of waiting to be picked.
While a prude, Akane Tendo at least seemed to know more about sex overall than the shier Ranma Saotome. Both of Akane’s sisters would be better choices than either of the pair, but their files were already being processed and couldn’t be altered until they were approved as tamers. That left Cassandra with only two immediate options if she wanted to have any control over what sort of Tamer she wound up with.
Technically there were three choices, but Cassandra didn’t trust Nabiki and Kasumi not to defer to their little sister when they had a Pokégirl each and Akane didn’t. That meant a choice between the prudish but apparently knowledgeable Akane Tendo, or the shy and ignorant Ranma Saotome. With her Nymph pheromones, Cassandra could get past shy or prudish behavior easily enough. But did she want a lover that was knowledgeable yet potentially resentful of Cassandra’s needs, or did she want to take her chances on a shy, two-bodied virgin?
So which would it be, register Akane or Ranma as Tamers while they weren’t paying attention, with her listed as their alpha. Or would she wait till morning when all the results were in to take her chances with the two more knowledgeable and nicer Tendo Sisters?
Cyan couldn’t be happier. She had an absolutely wonderful new Tamer now, one who was more than happy with Cyan the way she was. Kasumi, Tendo hadn’t shown even the slightest hint of interest in Professor Nova’s offer to enhance Cyan and her former harem sisters. Cyan didn’t even care that her new Tamer was a girl, even though her breed was universally heterosexual only.
The girl from another dimension had a seemingly magical ability to get Cyan off with only the slightest hint of effort. Kasumi somehow knew all the right places to touch Cyan’s lust filled body and just the right way to touch them to make her cream in seconds flat. The Cheetit seriously doubted that one of the fabled Menage-A-Trios could have done better.
Cyan was enjoying no less than her tenth hard climax since Kasumi finished submitting her Tamer registration an hour and a half ago. She wasn’t sure how Kasumi was doing it to her, but she didn’t care either; Cyan was in sheer orgasmic bliss.
Cyan had at least tried to give as good as she was getting. But it was just impossible to keep up with the sexual wonders that Kasumi acted out on her feline body. Oh, she’d managed to get the human girl off a couple of times. However, two orgasms verses- ‘Oh Fuck ME~~!!’.
All coherent thought simply went out the window with her latest, mind shattering orgasm. Cyan’s entire body started to heat up, and a vaguely familiar glow lit the semi-dark room. It took Cyan’s sex weary mind several precious seconds to realize that she was evolving, an event that she’d witnessed a few times but never experienced herself before. A small part of Cyan’s mind wondered what her new breed was going to be. However, the majority of her poor brain was too caught up in her continuing orgasm to really care about that much.
She was still bucking from her last climax when another, even stronger one racked Cyan’s body, then another. Cyan literally couldn’t tell one orgasm from the next one anymore as their intensity continued to build. ”Ladypuss, Lady~puss!!” she screamed out her joy as Kasumi continued to work her magic on Cyan’s melting pussy. Then, with one last body shuddering quake of pleasure, Cyan finally passed out from a pleasure overload.
Ranma stared in relieved confusion as Akane finally stalked off and left her alone. With the help of Nova’s own Pokégirls, Akane had been asking Ranma all manner of strange questions. The girl seemed to know at least fifty different names for a guy’s ‘peepee’, and three times as many for that girl-hole in the same spot.
The worst part is that Ranma thought Akane was about to stop pestering him with her weird questions almost two hours ago. Yet she suddenly redoubled her weird interrogation when Ranma accidentally speculated aloud that a guy’s peepee could probably fit inside a girl-hole. It wasn’t really something he’d thought about before, but something about their constant questions kept hinting at the idea. But the thing Ranma couldn’t figure out is why either one would want to do something like that, it seemed like it’d be extremely unsanitary.
Of course, Ranma had immediately regretted that observation, when they all started hammering him with questions again. He’d tried hiding in the bathroom for a while, only to have all four of them try to follow Ranma inside. Then they yelled questions through the door at him. He’d tried ditching them for a little time on the roof, but those weird twins followed him up there, taking Lou and Akane with ‘em. The only thing that even slowed them down was asking the girls counter questions, just to figure out what they meant, not that it helped much. What did birds and bees have to do with anything anyway?
Yet three grueling hours of pointless questions later, Akane had finally given up. Her Pokégirl assistants however looked torn between finding out why Akane had given up, and continuing their own, similar brand of questioning. Capitalizing on their distraction, Ranma darted through a nearby doorway and shut it behind him, locking it when he discovered the door had one.
“Hey! No fair! You never said wether or not you’d give us a pony ride, Ranma!” one of the twins yelled through the door at him. Ranma didn’t bother answering though as he looked for an alternate exit to the room he was in . . . and discovered it had none. Well, there was the ventilation duct in the corner of the ceiling, but he’d save that for a last resort.
Then Ranma discovered that he was in a really odd looking bedroom of some sort. Well, there was a bed in it at any rate, with a glass shower in one corner of it. It wasn’t the Ritz, but it was good enough in a pinch like this. “Alright, Jackpot!” Ranma cheered, deciding that a shower before bed would be perfect at this point.
“Hey! No fair! You never said wether or not you’d give us a pony ride, Ranma!” Elf complained through the door Ranma just shut on them. She knew he didn’t know what she meant, but getting Ranma to ask her to explain that one would have been fun just the same.
“Did he just do what I think he did?” Zwolf asked with staged confusion, a hint of mischief in her voice.
“If you’re thinking that he just locked himself inside a full service taming room, then yes, he did,” Lou answered contemplatively. Then threw the bolt on this side of the door with a falsely innocent smile. “Oops,” she added as the bolt slid home, placing her fingers to her lips.
“Race you to the control room!” Elf blurted suddenly, then dashed off in a mad sprint. Her sister Zwolf was just a second behind her, with Lou taking up the rear as fast as the Cyber-nymph could go.
Inside the control room, Elf gleefully clicked on the monitors in time to catch Ranma stripping down for a shower. “Hey, let me see him too!” Lou protested as she caught up to the two clones. “Ooh~! Nice~,” the blond purred as she got a look at Ranma’s naked, masculine glory.
“Wow, how does a guy that gorgeous stay a virgin this long in any world?!” Elf whistled in appreciation for the hunk on the monitor. Virgin or not though, Ranma was definitely a super grade A beefcake Elf thought.
“Hey, Elf, turn the camera around on number four, I want to see what his tool looks like!” demanded Zwolf eagerly, practically drooling her pants.
Elf couldn’t blame her though, since she was doing the same thing. “One tamer tool, coming up,” Elf sung out as she redirected the camera remotely. “Oh, wow! If he’s that big soft, I can’t wait to see him at full mast,” she cooed as the camera zeroed in on their desired target.
“Hey, Lou, use the cleanup drone to nab his clothes. That way Ranma can’t put ‘em back on when he gets done in there,” Zwolf suggested, giggling as she started to finger herself. She was probably dreaming of what she, or they, could be doing to the boy right now if he wasn’t so disgustingly shy.
It really was too bad that Ranma had locked them out of the room, but at least they could watch and dream until they got off tonight. Over on screen four, Elf finally noticed the cleanup drone snitching Ranma’s clothes under Lou’s control, well, what was left of them at least. Ranma had really done a number on them when he bolted from that Shadowcat earlier.
“Hey! Why did he go girl all of a sudden?” Elf complained after looking back at Ranma to see if he noticed the theft. Except that when she looked back, Ranma had switched from male to female on them for some reason.
“Maybe the hot water ran out?” Zwolf suggested with a helpless shrug. Ranma certainly didn’t look happy about it, so it wasn’t likely that she’d gone girl on purpose.
“Who cares? Big and beefy, or small and busty, she’s still the hottest little virgin I’ve ever seen,” Lou countered dismissively, sucking her fingers and moaning a bit.
“She’s Ranma’s probably the only virgin you’ve ever seen before, Lou,” Zwolf pointed out sarcastically, humping her seat in agitation. Although the absence of Ranma’s taming tool wasn’t what had Zwolf all worked up.
“She does have a point though, Zwolf,” Elf had to concede with Lou’s observation. “By the thousand gods I want to taste that pussy at least once,” she moaned longingly, using a dainty finger to get a taste of her own honey instead.
“That makes two of us, although you don’t taste so bad yourself, love,” Lou seconded, and suddenly Elf was playing tonsil hockey with the bond. A hand dipped into her soaked pants for a fresh helping of love juice, and the two of them licked the plundering hand clean together.
“No fair! I want some of that too!” Zwolf protested as their little peep show turned into a threesome. A quick tug removed the soaked pants covering Elf’s honey pot, pulling them clear down to her ankles. A moment later, Zwolf was licking her pussy clean while brought up a sample of her honey for them to try next.
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