[Episode 212125] [Episode 212125]
Normally a heavy sleeper, Ranma woke up very grumpily the following morning. Who could blame her after everything that happened yesterday? She’d been transported to another world, chased by terrifying cat-girls, fed truth serum, asked if she were a pervert a thousand different ways. Ranma ended up having to lock herself in a room just to get away from the questions before it was all over.
But it didn’t end there, when she’d tried to take advantage of the shower in the room, the hot water stopped, turning her into a girl again. Then when she was finished, Ranma was going to put her clothes back on, since she didn’t have any others, and go to bed. Only what was left of her clothing wasn’t where Ranma had left them anymore; they were just gone, poof, without a trace, despite the door still being locked.
And when she finally calmed down enough to try and go to bed only had a rubber cover on it and no sheets. The stupid thing even smelt funny, keeping Ranma awake and fidgeting for hours before she finally managed to get to sleep that night. Then to top all that off, she’d had funny dreams about getting molested in girl form by Akane and those Pokégirl they met yesterday the whole night.
Now that she was awake again, Ranma couldn’t wait to turn back into a guy again and find something to cover up with. At least until she could find some real clothing anyway. But that plan was thwarted when she discovered that the hot water in the shower still wasn’t working. So Ranma moved on to part B of her plan and tried to find something to cover herself up with until she could get some real clothing.
“Let’s see, no bed sheets, blanket, or even a pillow on the bed; so that’s out. I couldn’t find any towels last night either, so that’s a no-go. I don’t see any windows or curtains in the room either, just all this weird exercise equipment laying around. Well, I hope that’s what this stuff is anyway. Dammit, what do I gotta do to find some clothing around here without getting called a pervert again?! Do I gotta rip the carpet up and use that or something?!” Ranma shouted in frustration when a verbal tally of the room came up empty.
“Automated Room Service now active. Welcome guest. Please restate request or query for assistance,” an oddly feminine yet robotic voice replied behind her.
Ranma whirled around immediately to see a woman’s head holographically displayed in midair in the center of the room. “Where were you last night?” she asked the hologram reflexively. Considering the fuss she’d made last night, if this hologram thingy was voice activated, then why didn’t she pop out last night.
“Inactive. Proper user voice request was not issued during that time frame, so the automated help program did not activate,” the holographic woman replied emotionlessly.
“And I just happened to get it right this morning?” Ranma asked a little skeptically, but willing to believe it anyway. This was turning out to be a pretty crazy world after all.
“No. The automated help program was remotely activated from the Taming Observational Control Room approximately fifteen seconds ago. System is now responsive to voice requests,” the hologram responded this time.
“Oh. Well I guess I’ll just have to thank whoever did that later then. So what happened to the hot water last night? I mean, it was working fine, and then suddenly all I could get was cold water?” Ranma replied, wondering what was going on.
“Running room diagnostics, please wait. . . . Fault found; minor rupture in water lines prevented heated water from reaching this automated Taming room. Internal repair systems will require approximately four hours to facilitate necessary repairs,” the floating head answered back.
“Fine, so I can’t get any hot water in here; can I at least get some clothing or something to cover up with? I’ll take almost anything I can get at this point,” Ranma tried asking this time.
She expected to get told no, but for once the news she got pleasantly surprised Ranma. “Clothing synthesis function online. Please remain still for measurements and body mapping,” the hologram requested. Ranma stood as a hole in the ceiling opened up and something shot a little blue ray at her that made Ranma’s skin tingle all over.
The ray was only on for a few seconds, but the tingling sensation didn’t go away when the little beam thingy did. “Process complete, storing data to primary and back up memory. . . . Data storage completed. Please specify style of clothing for synthesis,” the hologram announced a few seconds later.
“Loose fitting boxer shorts, black Kung-fu pants, and a long sleeve, Chinese style shirt,” Ranma answered back, describing her usual ensemble.
“What color should the boxers and the shirt be?” the hologram countered, apparently being picky about details for some reason.
“I’m not too picky about that right now; just make sure they’re not pink and don’t have any little girly designs on them,” Ranma replied with a shrug.
“Very well, processing request . . . processing . . . error, request authorization has been denied. Please revise selection or choose a different clothing style,” the hologram announced without changing her expression.
“What’s wrong with my first request? It’s the kind of clothing I always wear,” Ranma protested unhappily, bringing her fists to her hips. That tingling was starting to get annoying now, particularly since it was getting stronger instead of weaker . . . especially around Ranma’s girl bits.
“Sending query to overriding terminal . . . awaiting response . . . response received. Overriding authority has deemed clothing selection ‘too unsexy’. Do you wish to make an alternative request with this parameter in mind?”
Akane felt like she hadn’t slept a wink all night. She’d been sucked into some perverted version of the Pokémon world along with her sisters and that jerk, Ranma. They’d rescued a trio of Pokégirls from some nasty perverts that just happened to be the Pokégirls’ trainer. Which had been great, except that everyone including Ranma had been too scared to let Akane rescue the rest of the Pokégirls that jerk and his friends had on them.
That wasn’t too bad though, they could always rescue other captured Pokégirls later, even if it was just a few at a time. Then that weird professor guy found them and said that he wanted to help them out. According to him, those poor Pokégirls they found had been messed up somehow so that they actually had to have sex to stay sane.
That was freaky enough on it’s own, and a little intimidating too. Akane, however, wasn’t about to let those poor girls suffer just because some pervert forced them to need sex to stay sane. They shouldn’t have to suffer at the hands of a whole world full of perverted men either though; So Akane, with some help from her sisters, was going to do everything she could to make sure that they didn’t have to.
But then things had gotten really crazy. That professor guy, Nova, said he’d taken away Ranma’s ability to lie for a few days and claimed that Ranma wasn’t really a pervert! Who in their right mind could believe that?! Ranma really couldn’t seem to lie, either. Yet somehow the idiot didn’t know any of the right terms for Akane to prove Ranma was the pervert she knew her really was.
After hours of trying to figure out what sort of weird names Ranma had for all of his perverted acts, Akane still couldn’t get him to admit to anything. She didn’t know how Ranma was hiding his true nature with that funky truth serum in him, but she knew better than to believe he wasn’t a pervert. It was frustrating, but being the cool headed girl that she was, Akane left before she got too upset about it. She’d just try again later; after all, all she had to do was find the right way of wording the questions, and then everyone would finally know that Ranma was only playing at being innocent.
However, first thing was first, it was morning now, and Akane needed to check on Cassandra, her soon to be alpha Pokégirl. She’d have done it last night; except that she’d been too upset at Ranma to concentrate on the thing until an hour or two before going to bed last night. All that was left for Akane to do now was submit her registration and wait for it to be processed.
Then she could go get breakfast and think about how she was going to prove that Ranma was just playing them all for fools somehow. Sure he was probably nicer about it than the perverts of this deranged world probably were. But it just rubbed Akane the wrong way to hear anyone claim that Ranma was anything less than Happosai Jr. in training.
Cyan’s appearance hadn’t altered that much from her old one, in fact the only really noticeable thing was the disappearance of her spots. Her fur was just a little more tan than yellow after the change, and she was one solid color now except for her blond hair, but that was about it. Not even her breasts had changed much, if at all, despite breast growth being the norm when most Pokégirls evolved.
She hadn’t noticed it the first time she did, but Cyan could now summon things like cleaning supplies and clothing at will now. The first time Cyan had done it, it was right after a worried Kasumi woke Cyan up after their first good taming session. She’d summoned a damp washrag to clean both of them up with since the two of them were still a mess from creaming the sheets.
Fortunately Kasumi hadn’t been hard to calm down last night though, since the otherworldly girl already knew something about evolutions from that game she talked about. So the two of them had spent another hour or two experimenting with Cyan’s new body, and this time the exchange was a little bit more even than last time. Then they’d cleaned each other and the bed up before snuggling the night away in the same bed.
Now that it was morning the two of them were freshly bathed, dressed, and had cooked up a pleasant little feast for everyone in Professor Nova’s kitchen. Sure there was a little petting going on between them since no one was watching, but they cooked the meal in short order just the same. All that was left to do was go find everyone and gather them up for breakfast, which Cyan had volunteered to do while Kasumi set the table.
She couldn’t quite explain how, but Cyan also had a sort of sixth sense now for where everyone was in the building, based off how they were feeling. For example, she’d known before finding him that Professor Nova was deliriously happy this morning; nor was she too surprised to find out that the professor already knew she’d been evolved last night.
Akane was feeling very determined about something and was a bit distracted because of it. The youngest Tendo had even managed to mistake Cyan for her sister when she responded to the call for breakfast, despite the difference in their voices. It was awfully cute of her, so Cyan didn’t really have the heart to correct her on that. The poor girl seemed to have enough on her chaotic little mind as it was without being shocked again so soon.
Elf, Zwolf, and Lou were still enjoying the after glow from some fun they had last night when she originally found them. But after she woke them up, and cleaned them up, the three of them had insisted on helping Ranma with her problem before coming to the table. Cyan could feel them on the move now, so they must have recently finished helping Ranma with her clothing issue.
Ranma herself wasn’t in a pleasant mood right now. However, Cyan was sure that Ranma would cheer up when she saw the wonderful breakfast she and Kasumi had fixed for everyone. She wasn’t sure exactly how she knew that about Ranma; Cyan just had a feeling that Ranma had a very strong appreciation for good food was all.
The only people Cyan had left to find now were Alice, Cassandra, and a pair of very energetic girls that were somehow related to Elf and Zwolf. She didn’t know their names yet, but they reminded Cyan of Ranma a little bit for some reason, one more than the other though. They were in a local storage unit, and Cyan was in the mood to let them out for breakfast.
Before that though, Cyan wanted to see the looks on her former harem sisters when they saw her new look. Maybe she was being a little bit childish wanting to rub it in a little bit like this. But what the Pokégirls didn’t know shouldn’t hurt them too much. . . .
Cassandra woke up suspended in the same clear fluid she’d gone to sleep submerged in the night before. A sharp tone was cutting through the liquid surrounding her. A light at the bottom of the tube switched from red to yellow, and the chamber started to drain. When it was done, the light flashed red then yellow again as the glass tubing receded into the floor.
Once the glass was gone, the light went from yellow to green, and the breathing tubes slid out of Cassandra’s nose and throat back up into the ceiling. Another tube, inserted into her ass slid out the same way and disappeared into the floor panels, leaving Cassandra naked and feeling a little empty. Fortunately the feeling didn’t leave the former Highelf too horny though as she stepped out of the transformation chamber.
Outside the retracted chamber, Cassandra noticed that Alice had already been released from her own transformation chamber. There was also an unusually serene and dignified cat type standing near the controls. One who looked remarkably like Cyan, even though Cassandra was sure that Cyan hadn’t gone through an alteration cycle like she and Alice had done. So maybe it wasn’t her?
“Love the new look, Cassandra. At least you didn’t wind up with patchy skin or anything, and you’ve finally got something up top to grab onto now,” Alice greeted her teasingly.
“Thank you. I notice that you’re looking just as catty as ever, Alice” Cassandra returned the greeting, and was rewarded with a barely hidden wince.
“Well, you know, why mess up a good thing?” Alice shot back, obviously trying to cover for the stinging blow to her ego.
“I think you both look absolutely adorable now,” the new feline girl interrupted, her voice identical to Cyan’s. “I’ve gone through a few changes myself since last night. It would seem that there are reasons why a female Tamer doesn’t normally collect heterosexual only Pokégirls. Yet fortunately I didn’t wind up as anything too unpleasant because of that,” the simple, yet elegantly dressed cat girl continued.
“Whoa? Cyan? Is that really you dressed all prim and nice like that?” Cassandra asked the yellow-tan feline. The girl was practically a complete turnaround from her old self now. The cat-type had a natural grace and serenity that left Cassandra feeling slightly inadequate around her.
“Yeah, what exactly did our former windblown speed demon get herself turned into?” Alice seconded the question, in her own way. By the looks of her, the improved Shadowcat was feeling slightly inferior to the new Cyan as well.
“Well, we haven’t really had time to try and figure out exactly how it happened. However, I’m something called a Ladypuss now. I evolved roughly an hour into the most heavenly taming session I’ve ever experienced. I’d tell you more about it, but I’m afraid that breakfast is getting cold. I still need to find two more people before we can start eating as well. Although I suspect that nice Professor Nova might have recorded the event if you care to ask him for a copy,” Cyan replied, uncharacteristically demurely.
“Oh, before I go though, I took the liberty of altering your old clothing to fit your current bust size while the transformation chambers cycled down. I hope you don’t mind, Cassandra,” the new Cyan added before gracefully rushing off to wherever.
“Cyan knows how to sew now?” Alice replied in baffled wonder.
“And how to cook?” Cassandra agreed, feeling equally outclassed all over again. It just wasn’t fair; now she’d have to request some domestic skill techniques just to feel any better now; it just wasn’t fair!
“Are they really girls? Or just some kind of super perverts in disguise?!” Ranma grumbled disgustedly to herself. In the course of twenty minutes, Ranma had gone from a choice of anything she wanted to wear, to simply wearing what she was given. She’d flaunted her body before, but the clothing those three sadists made Ranma put on was just plain ridiculous!
Hell, one outfit they tried to make her wear didn’t even cover Ranma’s nipples or her groin! That thing didn’t even have count as clothing! Then they found something Ranma couldn’t just take off when she didn’t like it. It was some kind of black spandex thing the machine literally materialized around Ranma’s body like some kind of second skin. Even screaming about it for ten minutes, the Pokégirls stubbornly refused to tell Ranma how to get the thing off her body. Ranma even tried tearing it off with her bare hands out of desperation. But the stupid thing stretched farther than she could reach; it stung like hell whenever Ranma lost her grip on it too.
The most she was able to get them to do was give her a few extra pieces to put on over it. That’s when they added insult to injury by giving her this flimsy curtain top that didn’t quite cover her boobs, and a pointlessly short skirt. The thing barely covered the top half of Ranma’s butt; the front wasn’t any better, leaving her groin all but completely exposed.
Yet the sad part about it all was that it actually did cover more than anything they’d let Ranma have before that. Well, only if Ranma counted the rubber body paint as part of the outfit anyway. Only Ranma felt more naked with the thing on than she had when she really was naked.
“So help me, if Akane calls me a pervert for being stuck in this thing, there is going to be hell to pay!” Ranma swore to herself just before she finally found the kitchen.
Her resolve suddenly melted though when Ranma ran into a wall wolf whistling and catcalling as she walked through the doorway into the kitchen area. Among the culprits were Elf, Zwolf, and Lou, all of them grinning like a trio of sharks. Nova was clapping like he’d just seen the ending to the best movie ever. Meanwhile Nabiki looked her brain was rebooting, and Kasumi looked like she’d just found out someone swapped the salt and sugar while she was cooking.
Akane had a sadistic grin on her face and opened her mouth to say something. “Not a word, Akane! This ain’t my fault and I’m not in the mood to listen to you calling me a pervert all morning. Those three right there wouldn’t let me have any real clothing and this is the best I could get out of them!” Ranma snarled before Akane could say anything.
“Well I think it looks rather good on you like that, Ranma,” Kasumi announced in her usual ‘all is right with the world’ tone. Her ever present smile was back too, as if Ranma’s clothing was perfectly normal or something.
“A little too good actually. Still no sagging yet I see, Ranma,” Nabiki added, wiping her lips with the back of her sleeve.
Ranma didn’t even dignify that with a response, she already knew her boobs were hanging out from under her top, there just wasn’t anything she could do about it. She might have been better off without the silly thing, except that her nipples were pointing up really funny like due that damn tingling that wouldn’t go away. Ranma had been picked on for that once before, and she wasn’t in the mood for that either right now.
“Give it up, Ranma. You might not know anything about sex, but you’re clearly still a pervert. Or is there another reason you’re drooling down there like that,” Akane scoffed triumphantly, pointing at Ranma’s groin.
Ranma instantly turned beet red at that and tried vainly to pull her ‘skirt’ down to cover the spot. “That’s not my fault either! It’s been leaking that junk ever since that weird measuring beam hit me! My girl bits have been tingling like hell ever since; I’ve been ignoring it, but it just won’t go away,” Ranma complained embarrassedly at the reminder. She’d managed to forget about it while she was mad at Lou and the twins, only now she’d remembered it a little too late.
“Ah, yes. That little measuring device is a rather handy tool I found in the ruins of an old lab, possibly one of Sukebe’s, though it’s unconfirmed. However, it does have some very distracting side effects to it. If Ranma were in male form, a quick hand job would fix the problem quickly enough. Pokégirls and human females however aren’t as lucky,” Nova spoke up and explained for everyone.
“I’ll say, nothing we do ever makes those tingles go away any faster. However, sticking one of these in ‘there’ does make them a lot easier to ignore,” Lou finished for him, holding up something bright green and roughly a foot long.
Ranma felt her eyes bulging out as she looked at the cylindrical object while Lou smiled fiendishly back at her. “That’s okay, I think that I’ll just . . . um, tough it out for now,” she finally stammered out, refusing to admit that her suggestion terrified Ranma.
“You sure about that, Ranma? It really helps to have something to squeeze on, and those tingles get a lot worse before they get any better,” Lou purred seductively at her while the twins giggled beside her.
Ranma grit her teeth, wanting to say no, yet afraid to at the same time. So far the tingles had only been getting worse, and it starting to get a little scary for her. She was half tempted to ask what that hand job thingy was that Professor Nova mentioned guys could do. Except that if it was like all the other weird terms Ranma had been hearing lately, it was probably worse than what she was dealing with now.
“Ooh~, toys. I didn’t know this was what Cyan meant when she asked us to cum for breakfast,” A much bustier Cassandra observed from the doorway, spooking Ranma. Then she noticed Alice beside her, and suddenly Ranma was standing between Lou and Kasumi as the latter continued to set the table.
“Not quite, Cassandra. That idiot, Ranma, over there just managed to get himself zapped by some beam thingy that gave his girl form a bad case of the tingles. Down there,” Akane corrected, pointing meaningfully at her lap. “That thing is supposed to help with that, or so we’ve been told,” she added skeptically, aiming an ‘I dare you’ grin at Ranma.
“So why doesn’t she just try it then? If it doesn’t work, she can always just take it back out,” Cassandra, retorted as if there was nothing at all wrong with the idea. Which somehow scared Ranma even more, not that she was going to admit it.
“I can guess why, Cassandra. But then poor Ranma over there would probably do something stupid and likely hurt herself if I actually said any of it out loud,” Nabiki countered cryptically.
Again, everyone got that ‘oh yeah’ look like they figured something out while Ranma wondered what the heck she was talking about. ‘Why the heck am I the only one here who doesn’t get what anyone’s saying half the time around here?’ Ranma muttered dejectedly to herself. Meanwhile, the entire room continued to stare at her.
“Well, Nabiki, even ignoring the fact that Ranma’s really a boy in a girl’s body, you simply don’t ask a girl to use something this large her first time around. And I certainly wouldn’t want my first time using an aid to be in front of quite so many people,” Kasumi interjected into the tense silence that followed.
As she said that, Kasumi confiscated the ‘thing’ from Lou as if to remove the entire topic from discussion. “You got that right, Kasumi. I know I wouldn’t,” Akane readily agreed with her eldest sister as she finally chose a seat at the table.
“Of course not. Now everyone please take a seat and then we can start eating just as soon as Cyan comes back with those other two girls,” Kasumi concluded, setting the last dish on the western style table.
Ranma waited to see where Alice would sit so that she could sit in the empty seat farthest away from her. Well that was her plan at least, until Kasumi seized her from behind. “Ranma, why don’t you come and sit over here between me and Cassandra?” the much taller girl offered, ushering her over.
Along the way however, Ranma got a very un-Kasumi like surprise as something thick penetrated her girl hole, sliding right up into her belly. Well, that’s what it felt like anyway, only stopping when Kasumi’s hand cupped Ranma’s groin from behind. “There you go; now isn’t that just a cozy little fit?” she added, somehow forcing a wide-eyed Ranma to sit without looking like she’d forced Ranma into the chair.
It took Ranma three terrifying seconds to realize no one at the table had noticed what Kasumi just did to her. It took her another ten seconds to even notice that she was squeezing back at the thing inside her, and that squeezing it really did make her feel better. “Better?” Kasumi asked Ranma just a few seconds after she finally started to relax again.
“Eh heh, yeah . . . um, thanks, Kasumi,” Ranma stammered out, trying desperately not to blush at the girl’s subtle question. She’d never have imagined that thing could even fit inside of her, the thing aught to be tickling her lungs or something. Yet, Kasumi of all people not only got the thing inside of her without any problems; she managed to do it without anyone else noticing that she’d done it.
The only question now was, could she get it back out without anyone noticing that either? The tingles hadn’t gone away yet, but the question was definitely on her mind now. The closest thing Ranma could compare it to was swallowing something, since it felt like it went all the way inside her. But would it pop out again and give her away when she stood up, or would Ranma have to physically extract the thing with her fingers later? She didn’t want to think about it, but Ranma just couldn’t help it with that ‘thing’ inside her like this.
“I found them, everyone. We can all start eating now, just as soon as they’re seated,” Cyan’s voice called out from the doorway suddenly, spooking Ranma out of her introspection. With her were two more girls that looked like the twins. Well, almost anyway. The one with the six tattooed on her forehead looked a bit scared up and her hair was really wild compared with the other three. The other one didn’t have any tattoos on her head at all, and only her face looked like the other three, the rest of her body was subtly different however.
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