Staring at her Alpha’s handiwork, the Shadowcat had to whistle in appreciation. “That is so fucking AWESOME!” The Cat-type pokégirl praised Asrial as she watched the mechanism work. The hub-cap would just open up and out of the wheel axel a 2’ long trio of blades one on top of the other would stab out and spin in a drill formation. “That is really going to make traffic jams much more interesting...”
The Salusian chuckled at the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl’s enthusiasm. “Eh... it’s not so much a traffic jam problem-solver as it is for overgrown foliage or jerks who think we’re easy targets for raiding,” Asrial admitted with a touch of modesty and a lot of drinking in the praise. She always felt proud of her technological know-how and it was nice to be complimented by the Shadowcat on something outside of her ass.
“Plus!” The Salusian of Imperial Birth continued, “once I get some other goodies installed, I’ll have us one powerful, heavily armored, weapon-clad mobile home that nobody will dare attack! Be they Feral pokégirls, thieves, Team Rocket schmucks, or WHATEVER!” Rearing her head back, Asrial laughed heartily. Oh yes, she was going to show those Rockets what for!
Raising an eyebrow, the Shadowcat smirked at the laughing skunk-like woman. “Feeling better, are we?” She asked curiously. Perhaps she could talk the Salusian into another quickie... she did have everything in the RV, after all...
However before she could voice her opinion on how to spend some quality time, Kiiro came running into the room. The Electric-type pokégirl was grinning quite widely while carrying a very intimidating piece of equipment in her arms. “Alpha Asrial, Alpha Asrial!” The Peekabu shouted excitedly as she rushed over to where the Salusian and Shadowcat were standing. “Lookit what I found! Now I can fix the AC!”
The Salusian smiled at hearing that. Well THAT was a relief. She could finally wear some clothing in this dump... at least for the last bit of maintenance; she was sure they’d be done tomorrow. “What did you fiiieee...” she gawked as she took sight of just what the Peekabu was carrying. It was some sort of firearm, long-range style too by the looks of it. It took the blonde skunk-girl a moment but she finally caught her wits “FUCKIN’ SHIT!” She screamed in shock. “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT RIFLE!?” She demanded to know of the little Peekabu.
Motioning to the way she came from, the yellow-furred Mouse-type pokégirl replied, “In a hidden storage room with the others.”
That statement made the Salusian of Imperial Birth blink her eyes in surprise. “Others? Show me!” Asrial demanded, although there was a slight giddiness to her tone. She couldn’t believe her luck! Free weapons to either augment the RV or for her own personal use! Oh happy day, she was going treat this Peekabu right! It almost made up for the fascination they had with her ass!
Almost...
Nodding her head, the Mouse-type’s ear twitched in excitement as she handed the large rifle to the Salusian. The yellow-furred pokégirl watched as Asrial studied the weapon for a moment before the blonde looked back up at her. “Follow me, Alpha, Alice! I gotta warn you though, watch your step...” she said as she started to pad her way towards the back room.
Seeing the Peekabu moving towards the back, Asrial blinked her eyes at that last comment. “Watch my step?” She asked as she followed the pokégirl, holding the rifle carefully in her hands. She didn’t see a ‘safety’ switch on it and didn’t want to accidentally fire it off... although it would be funny to possibly scare the Shadowcat following her. It would certainly assert the Salusian’s dominance as Alpha of Ranma’s Harem.
“Yeah,” the Electric-type pokégirl replied as the trio made their way into the back room. “There’s a lot of used tissues on the floor... and then there’s the staircase we gotta go down.” As she entered, she made her point by grabbing a flashlight off the top of the rather corroded wooden desk. Aiming it, she shined the light at the staircase that went into the floor.
Lowering her head to look at the floor, the Salusian nodded her head. “I see...” Asrial said in understanding before something else the Peekabu said pierced her consciousness. “Wait! Used tissueeEEEW!!” She shuddered, completely disgusted as she saw the number of white crumpled wads of tissue. Now really watching her step as she followed Kiiro, she found a hand-railing to hold onto as they walked down the stairs. “How far down is this?” She asked as she followed the Peekabu. “And how many weapons are we talking about?” Asrial needed something to think about rather than the mess upstairs!
The Peekabu was quick to answer, “Not far down, Alpha.” Entering through the entrance at the bottom of the step, she then shone the flashlight on the numerous crates. “As to what’s in here... we’ll have to look, won’t we? I opened up that one...” she moved the flashlight over to illuminate the closest crate on the right. “Found a few of the weapons in there.”
Carefully setting the rifle by the staircase, Asrial looked around the room and its set-up. Spotting a crowbar, the woman grabbed it as she walked up to the first the open crate, checking its contents. “Hmm... a few more rifles of the same make and ammo.” She walked over to another crate and used the crow-bar, doing her best to pry off the lid.
Watching her Alpha work to open the wooden storage containers, the Shadowcat had a serious look on her face, choosing to remain silent. While getting free stuff from the bad-guys was always neat, (after all, they couldn’t cry theft when the stuff was stolen by them in the first place) there was a little something that stood out about those containers. Alice’s night vision allowed her to see better in the darkness than her compatriots and she saw the boxes bared an insignia that was all too familiar to her. “No way...” she whispered.
Her quiet comment went unheard as Asrial finally opened the container with one more solid push on the metal bar. As the top wooden cover popped off suddenly with the nails still in it, the Salusian motioned for Kiiro to come over; the Peekabu obediently shining the light on it. “Oh! Handguns and ammunitions... some shotguns...” she walked over to another and pried it open, having an easier time with it as she got a feel for opening the boxes. “More ammunitions.” Another crate. “Rifles.” Yet another crate. “PokéBalls.”
Yet it was the contents of the crate after that one that had her grinning. “Oooh... I wonder...” she mumbled as she set down the crowbar atop of another crate still covered. She bent over and reached into the wooden container, pulling out a rifle that looked like something akin to a Salusian army relic with a definitive 1950’s flair for the dramatic. “Is this an energy weapon?” She asked as she showed it off to the Electric-type pokégirl.
Shining the flashlight on it to get a better look, the Peekabu blinked her eyes. “I don’t know.” She looked up from the weapon and to her Alpha. “Maybe Alice will have an idea! She was with Gary’s group for awhile, right? I understand that they worked with various pieces of tech; she might know.”
Alice rolled her eyes. While it gave her a boost to know that her stealth skills were indeed Number One if neither her Alpha nor Harem-Sister knew she’d followed them down, it did stick out in her mind that the Salusian hadn’t thought to have her come down in the first place! They were a team; shouldn’t they be sticking out for each other? “And all those mind-blowing ass-centered orgasms I gave her too,” she thought, feeling a little hurt.
“Well either way, all of this is coming with us!” Asrial told the Peekabu seriously. “Some we can sell or... hell! We could augment to the RV!” She grinned widely. “We’re going to have to fetch the others and bring ‘em down here. We’re going to need all the hauling help we can get!” The Salusian chuckled a bit, her gun-lust poking through. “Mama’s got a new spanky rifle!”
“Spanky rifle?” The Peekabu asked curiously. Looking at it for a moment as she scratched the side of her head in thought, the pokégirl relented, “Perhaps. It does look like you can use the back part to spank some booty, Alpha Asrial.”
As the Peekabu finished saying that, the Shadowcat decided to make her appearance known. “A fine choice of paddle indeed!” She giggled as Kiiro squeaked and jumped, fumbling for the flashlight as she lost her grip. Fortunately, the Peekabu managed to catch it before it hit the floor.
“There you are, Alice!” Asrial shouted, unable to keep from giggling madly. “Just in time to help us take an inventory of the goodies!” She blinked her eyes as the Peekabu’s earlier comment finally got to her. “Oh! And ‘spanky rifle’ was a figure of speech, Kiiro,” Asrial explained as a side comment.
Glaring at the Shadowcat who spooked her for a minute more, the yellow-furred pokégirl nodded her head to what her Alpha had to say. “Okay!”
Soon, the lithe yet busty ebony form of the Shadowcat moved to stand aside her Alpha, her purple eyes shining in the darkness as they gathered all the available light for her to see more clearly. While she had been shocked by what marked the crates, it was only known she realized just what the Salusian was holding. “Whoa! Would you look at this!?” She shouted in excitement. “I mean... holy crap! It’s an Elemental Rifle!”
Asrial’s eyes practically sparkled at that name. “Elemental rifle?” The princess asked, liking the name. “What’s it do?” The Salusian further inquired as she handed the piece over to the Shadowcat, allowing the feline to check it over.
Blinking her eyes, Kiiro asked, “You know this stuff?”
Holding the weapon in her hands, the Shadowcat looked over the piece curiously as she replied, “Yeah, I know this stuff. I was raised at the Ramsey Lab over in Celaboner; guy was big into tech and tech pokégirls...” she looked at the Salusian. “As to your question, yes, I do know what it is and what it can do.” She held the firearm up for Asrial to see better as Kiiro shone the light on them. “This is an Elemental Rifle, a specialized weapon that can fire Elemental Shells,” the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl started to explain. “About eighteen and a half lbs, maximum ammunition capacity of five shells and effective at a range between twenty-five and eight-five feet, it’s a weapon meant for dealing with very dangerous pokégirls from a long distance. The Elemental Rifle deals out precise shots from a considerable distance and unlike the legal firearms available, any Elemental Shell fired from the Elemental Rifle deals double their normal damage if they hit the target.”
Taking the weapon back from the Shadowcat, Asrial couldn’t help herself. She started to giggle maniacally as a blue aura started to engulf her. “Ohohohooo... yes...” the royal Salusian hissed. “Mama Asrial’s gonna spank a lot with this, oh yes she is... yesss...” she promised as she sets the rifle back into the crate. Excited as she was, there was still more to search through. Taking a hold of the crowbar again, the Salusian walked over to the next crate and pried it open. She raised an eyebrow at its contents. “Body armor?” She asked as she handed Kiiro the crowbar so she could pull a very thick vest out.
Walking over to the crate, Alice peeked in. “Riot Armor. Wow... this is police grade... and illegal without a permit.” She stood up and looked between the Peekabu and the Salusian. “Hell! Besides the ammunitions, all of this stuff is illegal!” The Shadowcat shouted. “Elemental Rifles, Double-Barreled Elemental Shotguns...” she gawked at the crate Kiiro finished opening. “No way! No fucking WAY! How the hell did they get one of these things! They’re practically Lostech!”
“Well, now it’s OURS!” Asrial told her with a laugh. Oh yes, the things Asrial could do with this arsenal of weaponry and munitions! Sure, she’d have to be careful if a lot of it was illegal but it seemed the law was broken all too often in this world; survival came first! Slowly, she went to check on the crate Kiiro decided to open, the Shadowcat standing by it and looking down into it with shock on her face. “What’s in this one?”
Looking over the large weapon, the pokégirl exhaled a deep breath she’d been holding. “Alpha... this is a Plasma Cannon, also known as a BFG 9000!” She shouted. “A surprisingly ‘light’ thirty-five lbs, the accuracy on this baby is good up to six-hundred and seventy feet... or a solid two-hundred meters if you prefer...” she said seriously. “Much vaunted larger cousins to the Plasma Rifles, these guns could fire massive shots of plasma that few pokégirls could ignore.” The Shadowcat frowned. “Unfortunately, because their drain was so much greater than that of the smaller and more portable Plasma Rifles, the power cells for these weapons can’t fire more than ten rounds without needing a recharge. It’s said that these power cells, just like those for the plasma rifles, could once fire two-hundred rounds before needing a recharge back during the Sukebe War.”
At that explanation, Asrial’s grin went from very wide to insanely happy. “Oh, I’m sure I can find a way around the set backs...” she let off a very scary chuckle. “Oh yes... we’re taking it all!” She shouted happily.
Hear ears pressing flat against her head, the Shadowcat looked at her Alpha with a serious expression. “We ought to turn some of it in...”
“Oh, tish-tosh Alice!” The royal Salusian said, waving a hand at the nervous Dark/Psychic-type. “Didn’t you tell me yourself that I need to be more adventurous?” Asrial smirked as she went about hauling one of the crates.
Her eye twitching, the Shadowcat replied, “I meant in bed; not carrying illegal gear!” She hissed, her tail shooting out behind her and fur sticking up.
Rolling her eyes to that, the Salusian turned about to face the member of Ranma’s harem. “Half the douche-bags around here bend the rules, so can we!” She placed the crate down and met the pokégirl’s gaze. “Besides, I doubt Team Rocket plays fair!”
Pausing from the crate she was working on, the Peekabu looked over to her harem-sister. “She has you there,” Kiiro chimed in with a smile before returning to her task of helping her Alpha take inventory of the goods that were stashed there.
“Yeah but Asrial,” the Shadowcat frowned as she tried to reason. “I don’t want to get Master... in...” she trailed off, eyes going wide as the Peekabu opened a crate. “Holy monkey balls! An Elemental Assault Cannon!”
Hearing that comment, Asrial grinned as she heard that yet more goodies had fallen into her lap. Oh yes, the odds for saving her friends were looking to be on the up-and-up. “Kiiro, bring the cannon and riot armor to the workbench! I got me an idea for some ‘ghetto-ized’ power armor!” Her body trembling from joy, she couldn’t help herself. She HAD to let off a mad scientist laugh. “Muahhahahahahaaaaa!!”
Saluting her Alpha, the Peekabu stood at attention and replied, “Okay!” She then bent over, struggling to pull the very heavy weapon out of the crate.
Alice just gawked at all that was going on. Sex she understood. PokéBattle she understood. But this... this was going beyond the realm of normal and legal pokégirl combat! “Wuh-what!?” She practically shrieked.
“Oh, you’ll see.” Asrial smirked as she ran down the stairs to take up more of the gear.
“Uh, Alpha Asrial...” the feline pokégirl tried to speak up. “That weapon is meant solely for the most powerful pokégirls, the Widow, Leviathaness, Giantess or any of the Legendaries, as well as enormous swarms of other dangerous pokégirls, such as the Vampires or Wasps. The Elemental Assault Cannon’s six rotating barrels can fire out a hundred and twenty Elemental shells in the span of a minute.” She looked at the weapon uneasily as the Salusian took it from the Peekabu. “These weapons are supposed to be under the HEAVIEST of security and are NOT brought out for anything less than an emergency! The fact that there is one here for the taking is mind-numbing!”
Not taking her eyes off of the glorious weapon of bad-assery, the Salusian tried to humor the pokégirl’s worries. “Yes, yes, I understand. And this way, we will have it for such emergencies!” Placing the weapon back into the crate, Asrial cackled, taking up the crate as Kiiro was hauling a second, smaller one herself.
Her tail falling limply behind her, Alice stared at her Alpha’s back as the woman disappeared to upstairs. “You’re not listening, are you?”
“Sucks don’t it?” Asrial replied, grinning at the Shadowcat as she returned for another crate. “Listen, get your rear in gear! I want all this stuff upstairs so I can take full inventory of it tomorrow. It’s too cramp and dark down here to take a full listing of everything.”
The Shadowcat frowned. “No, you listen!” The pokégirl roared, causing Asrial to jump in place, surprised by the normally laid-back Shadowcat’s attitude. “I don’t mind taking this stuff but I don’t want to get Master in trouble!” She shouted seriously. “Master Ranma is the best thing to ever happen to me and I’ll be damned if you get him in trouble waving around weapons he doesn’t have the permits for!”
The Peekabu stopped in her tracks. What the Shadowcat said made a lot of sense to her. “...Alpha Asrial?” She spoke up. “Alice has a point.” She bit on her lower lip nervously. She hated disagreeing with her Alpha but, “I don’t want to get Master in trouble.”
Turning her head to look back and forth between both pokégirls with a serious look, Asrial explained, “Neither do I. That’s why I’m going to use this crap to ensure our RV is safe as can be and we can defend ourselves. It’s a dangerous world out there and it’s not like we’re using this crap on innocent people.” She let off a small sight. “Trust me all right? I won’t let this get back to Ranma and I’ll take the rap if it blows up in our faces.”
The Shadowcat nodded her head. “Well, of course you’d take the blame. You’re the Alpha Pokégirl and it was your decision to use this stuff.” She smirked a little. “But since you are intent to take responsibility like a proper Alpha then... well I guess we can help.”
“Damn right!” The royal Salusian shouted confidently. “Now give me a hand with this stuff! We got plenty of goods to take inventory and hide and I’m going to need some extra hands mounting the hidden panels!”
The Shadowcat raised an eyebrow. “Hidden... panels?”
Nodding her head, the Salusian of imperial birth explained, “I’m going to hook a few to the RV... I mean, we can’t keep them in plain sight, right?”
The Shadowcat whistled at that; the woman could modify their ride to such degrees? “Well... damn...” she raised an eyebrow. “Are Salusians a Tech-type of pokégirl or something? You’re as skilled as Nerdette or Supe-Bra Genius with this stuff...” she said for the Peekabu’s benefit. The Electric-type wasn’t in on the secret just yet and to let her think their Alpha a pokégirl... it was just easier to garner support for teaming up on her for Taming!
“Oh I just know my way around high-tech goodies, even modified and built my own flying car in my day,” Asrial said off-handed with a chuckle.
The Peekabu smiled as she heard her Alpha declare that. “Does this mean you’ll make us some sex-toys?” She asked hopefully.
Her eyes shining with interest, the Shadowcat purred. “Oh, could you? Please? I’d like to see what you could make!”
Groaning in embarrassment at the requests, Asrial shook her head to try and keep from blushing. “Uhmm... I’ve never tried, actually...” she replied rather lamely.
Up to her Alpha’s side, Kiiro held onto the Salusian’s arm. “Could you at least try? Oh please, oh please, oh please!”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Alice smirked as things started going back to a more familiar ground for her. “Yeah. Consider it a... ‘gift’ for our services.”
Letting off a heavy sigh, the Salusian replied, “Okay, okay... fine!” Asrial held up her hands in a warding manner. “Let me see what I can do... later.”
Letting off a squeal of delight at hearing that, the Peekabu shouted, “THANK YOU ALPHA ASRIAL!” With a lot of energy and giddiness, the yellow-furred Electric-type glomped onto the Salusian in a tight hug. “THANK YOU!”
“AUGH!” Asrial cried out as she fell over from the girls’ entire weight slamming into her. Wincing a little from the sudden crash, the Salusian blushed as the Mouse-type was nuzzling her cheek with her own. “Uh... you’re welcome.”
Alice smirked widely at the sight of the two entangled on the floor. “Oh, I want in on this!” The Shadowcat replied as she dropped down atop of Asrial.
“Gack!” Asrial coughed as the air was forced out of her lungs from the pokégirl landing atop her. Trying to catch her breath, the Salusian replied, “Okay okay, o-” she blinked her eyes. “WATCH THE HANDS!”
“Aw...” the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl whined. “But your tail’s so fluffy!” So saying, her hand continued to stroke the tail.
Feeling Kiiro’s hand join the Shadowcat’s in stroking, the Salusian’s eye twitched. Finally, she sat up and firmly told the two, “Sex later, work now! We’ve screwed around enough today!”
“But I didn’t get anything...” the Peekabu pouted. “Unless you count breakfast with master...” she admitted as an afterthought.
“Gah!” Asrial gasped as she realized that. While Cyan did play with the Peekabu, it seemed the Mouse-type was really attracted to her personally.
Grinning, the Shadowcat playfully agreed, “She’s ri~iiight.”
Standing up from between the two pokégirls, Asrial firmly told them, “I’ll reward Kiiro twice over but for now we need to put these guns and ammo upstairs promptly or else we might not get the chance to do so with all the garage equipment at our disposal.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, the Shadowcat nodded her head in acceptance. “I know.” She sighed and tilted her head as she looked down at the Peekabu who was wrapped around the Salusian’s leg. “C’mon, Kiiro. Let go of the Alpha. We’ve got a lot of work to do!” She grinned. “And I need to get MY Taming tonight!”
The yellow-furred pokégirl pouted cutely. “Awww... do I have to?”
Nodding her head, the feline pokégirl firmly told her, “Yes.”
Asrial gave off a relieved sigh as the Peekabu released her leg, allowing her freedom of movement again. “All right then Alice, Kiiro! Bring those crates upstairs while I grab some sheets of metal and a welding kit...” grinning confidently, the woman told her, “Mama’s going to pimp our ride!”
To her Alpha’s command, Kiiro stood up quickly and nodded her head. “Yes’m, Alpha Asrial.” She managed to give the skunk-like girl a smile before picking up a smaller crate and rushing up the stairs...
When she was gone and the Shadowcat was sure the Peekabu was out of earshot, Alice grabbed Asrial’s shoulder. “Alpha... we gotta talk...” she said in a soft yet serious tone of voice. “I was trying to get your attention concerning this but I didn’t want to involve Kiiro... now that she’s gone though..." she trailed off.
Blinking her eyes once, twice, all Asrial could say was, “You lost me.” How the hell did the Shadowcat switch from sex-kitten to serious so suddenly was beyond the Salusian’s understanding; she’d been just talking about getting her Taming tonight for crying out loud!
The Shadowcat frowned. “Alpha Asrial... I noticed something while we were working. I didn’t want to bring it up because I didn’t want to upset and worry Kiiro. Alpha, take a good look at those crates!” She told her as she used the flashlight Kiiro left down and aimed the light at the side of one of the crates still down there, focusing on logo on the side. A symbol very familiar to Asrial...
...A red-colored ‘R’ on a black background.
Her jaw moving up and down silently, it took a moment for the Salusian to find the right words. “Oh fucking A... no wonder...” Asrial murmured. “That... that explains why they have all this high-tech shit! They were probably smuggling it for them!”
Slowly, Alice nodded her head. “Which means in taking all this... Team Rocket might go looking. They might find us!” She turned to Asrial seriously. “I’m willing to support your decision in taking all of this but I NEED to know one thing from you.” She looked the Salusian in the eyes, her gold and purple meeting Asrial’s blue. “Do you believe you can protect Master should they come to us?”
Asrial’s reply was anything but meek. “My answer is ‘hell’ and ‘yes’. I’m a good shot, I know tech and I can fight decently! No Rockets, Ferals or anybody is getting us or Ranma. On this you have my word!”
To that response, the Shadowcat nodded her head. “All right then. Let’s get this Rocket gear out of here and see about getting permits. It’s one thing to keep it for safety reasons, it’s another if we can get licensed for the legal gear so it’s ours lock, stock and barrel.”
“Well hopefully, Officer Jolie is still very generous towards Ranma...” Asrial mused aloud. Having someone on the inside to get them what they needed to work with the gear legally would definitely be useful.
Smirking a little, the Shadowcat supplied, “If not... we could have a harem orgy to further persuade her.”
Raising an eyebrow, Asrial asked, “Harem orgy?” She brought her right had up to scratch her chin as she considered that. “Hmm... that actually doesn’t sound half bad...” she trailed off and blinked her eyes. “Man, I have been corrupted.”
The Shadowcat smirked. “Corrupted? How?” She smirked as she reached her hand out to rub the Salusian’s posterior. “You’re just thinking like a pokégirl.”
Groaning, Asrial covered her face with her hand in embarrassment. “God almighty...” shaking her head, she lowered her hand. Turning to look at the Shadowcat she changed to subject. “No time to waste. Let’s get this show on the road already!”
Getting past the southern entry check-point of Viridick Forest, a large Class-B Challenger II RV, (with portable lab attachment) went mercilessly rushing into nature. Underneath the thick treads of its numerous mighty tires, nature and Common pokégirl found itself no match. The ground practically shook from the massive vehicle’s passing. Sure the damn thing guzzled fuel like nobody’s business but it was riding in style!
“I tell you Rita, there’s just no better way to travel,” Stroak told her as their massive and heavily armored transport tore its own path through the forest of the Buggy Woods.
And yes, literally tore its own path, crushing down any tree, plant-life or formation of earth that was in the way of the Pokégirl Researcher’s driving path.
Rolling her eyes, the Water-type pokégirl replied, “Oh sure, Professor. We’re just ripping trees, causing massive deforestation and killing all plant and animal life in our wake... but it is comfy!”
The Professor’s left eye twitched. “Your sarcasm needs work my dear.” Rolling his eyes as the Water-type giggled in response, Stroak told the Vaporita, “Honestly... would you like to be like every other Tom, Joe and Dick Tamer out there and be huffing this trek on foot?” He winced but otherwise ignored the squealing of a Cutiepie as they drove over it. Damn thing’s own fault anyway, resting in the way of the Class-B RV’s path.
The pokégirl was quick to explain, “Oh don’t get me wrong. When it comes to trekking through feral territories I’m all for deforestation! It’s just... eeewwwww.” She shuddered as a second Cutiepie went the way of the Dildodo... or whatever that ancient long-long extinct before the time of Sukube creature bird was called...
Nodding his head in understanding, the aged, wizened and somehow revered Pokégirl Researcher replied, “I know what you’re saying, Rita.” He looked at the Water-type pokégirl and told her, “Better to be safe than sor-GEEZE!” He shouted as a BuzzBreast slammed against the windshield. “Damn things are everywhere...” he grumbled as he turned on the wipers. It took a few passes but on the fourth swipe, the Bug/Poison-type finally came off, leaving a trail of gooiness in her passing on the reinforced, bullet-proof plastic-glass.
Rita gagged as she saw the mess left by their latest victim of technology. “Oh gro~oooooooosss!”
Nodding his head, Stroak pushed a button on the dashboard, causing wiper fluid to spray onto the windshield as the automatic wipers went to work trying to clean the mess that had been made. “Honestly, we’re not going that fast. It was the pokégirl’s fault that time,” he tried to defend himself and his precious RV. “Damn thing flew right into us at top speeds!”
Turning to look at her Master, the pokégirl replied, “Uh-huuuh...” Rita rolled her eyes, obviously not buying the excuse. Yes BuzzBreasts could fly like crazy bombers but she knew the Professor had a lead foot. “Professor, maybe you could ease off the pedal? It’s not like the specimen isn’t at a registered PokéCenter that’s, you know, easy to track!”
Knowing his luck from how the past few days had went, the Professor told his assistant pokégirl, “You never know they may up and leave!”
“Last I checked they still had an injured member,” the Vaporita pointed out. “She’s probably still in the hands of medical care.”
“Never know!!” Stroak responded, ignoring the squeal of a Feral Bunnygirl as it was crushed underneath the weight of a creation not found in nature.
The Vaporita was quiet for a long pause. “...You just like to drive fast huh?”
His eye twitching, the Pokégirl Researcher told her, “If you make a ‘finishes too quick’ joke...”
An expression of mock surprise coming over her face, Rita cried out, “Heaven forbid, Professor! I’ll credit you this: you maybe absentminded, a workaholic and possessed with research... but you aren’t a quick finish.”
Smiling, the Professor’s ego puffed up with a bit of pride. “Why thank you...” there was a sudden pause in conversation. “I think.”
Rita smirked. “Hey, you can go for hours and hours and hours, satisfying me, a Titmouse and a Dragoness...” she did frown slightly though. “Although I understand that you had to leave Anastasia behind at the PokéCenter for healing, you really should’ve waited for Maryanne to come back from grocery shopping...”
“Oh, she’ll be all right,” the Professor reassured his normally wiseass Water-type. “I left her a note and everything. She’ll take care of the lab while we’re gone. I just have to make sure to come back from Pewtit with a nice gift for her.”
Nodding her head, the Miyazaki-esque aquatic fox-squirrel girl agreed, “Yes. Especially when you consider that said lab is trashed. She hates to clean up big messes.”
“As I said,” the Professor reiterated. “A NICE gift when we come back.”
Accepting that answered, the Water-type in the passenger’s seat then asked, “So, if I may ask Professor... as you usually do when it comes to new pokégirl finds, do you have any thoughts on this Salusian?”
Thinking about that for a moment, the Pokégirl Researcher told her, “Well, the initial data the PokéDex Network sent suggests that it was an evolution of Mephitits or Skunkette; probably the latter.” He smirked. “So it’s logical to guess that she will have a fetish for anal-sex and spanking.”
The pokégirl stuck out her tongue. “Bleh!”
Chuckling at his girl’s response, the Professor added, “Yes, yes. I know you don’t care much for the former.”
The Vaporita nodded her head firmly. “You got that right. My ass is an exit only, thank you very much!” However, the frown on her face soon broke out into a grin. “Spanking, however... do it right and oh HO, can it be fun!”
The Professor chuckled at Rita’s antics. “Indeed but sometimes evolutions can go a complete 180 away from the prior form. This new girl may be something new altogether with just the barest ties to the Skunkette.” Smirking, Professor Stroak reached over with his right hand and slid it down between the pokégirl’s back and seat. “Besides...” he grinned wider. “I know someone likes the entrance being used two ways...” he teased her as his hand gave her left butt-cheek a firm squeeze.
Cooing in delight, the Vaporita enjoyed her master’s hand on her ass. “Oh professor, that feels so-ROAD!” She screamed as she saw them head towards a rather tall and thick tree head on.
Retrieving his hand from the pokégirl’s posterior, he slammed his right on onto the steering wheel. “Whoops!” Grabbing the wheel in a tight grip, he swerved the vehicle, narrowly avoiding an accident and causing them to jerk about as the RV roughly turned onto where there was some actual road. “Eh heh... I better drive, huh?”
Nodding her head, Rita told her master, “Yes.” She shuddered, a little unnerved by the near-miss. “You can pet me all you want when we’re out of the woods. For now, drive!”
The Pokégirl Researcher nodded his head in response to the Water-type’s demand. “Yes, yes...” he huffed up with pride. “But we did at least find WHERE there’s a road here. This means we’ll be able to find the Tamer’s camping area and set up to rest for the night...” he grinned. “THEN I’ll pet and stroke my soft-skinned Vaporita all I want.”
At THAT, the pokégirl grinned widely. Oh yes, she liked petting... and Taming.... and everything that went along with that!
However, such thoughts and mood were destroyed by the Pokégirl Researcher slamming his feet on the brakes, causing the large RV to stop suddenly, causing the Professor and his pokégirl to lurch forward in their seats. “Little warning with the brakes next time, please...” the Vaporita grumbled in shock.
“Sorry but... there’s a barricade on the road,” the Researcher told her as he pointed forward. Indeed, straight across the asphalt road was a tall and thick concrete wall. “The RV can drive through most forest and vegetation but not that!”
The pokégirl just gawked at the sight that greeted them. “What the... the road reports didn’t say any barricades were up. What the hell is this for!?”
Professor Stroak shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know but-”
“To protect the world from devastation!” Came a commanding female voice.
“To unite all people’s within one nation!” Came a disembodied male voice.
Slapping her face with her right palm, Rita groaned. “Oh fuck no!” Grumbling, the Water-type pokégirl lowered her hand and began undoing her seatbelt.
Suddenly, there was a puff of red smoke atop the wall, a human and a very-near human pokégirl in matching gray uniforms appearing on top of the barricade. The redhead female continued, “To denounce the evils of truth and love!”
The male turned to face his target, a rose in his mouth. Removing it, he continued, “To extend our reach to the stars above!”
Rita’s eyebrow twitches... she so hated Team Rocket speeches.
“Jessie!”
“James!”
“Team Rocket! Blast off-”
Lowering the window on her side of the vehicle, the blue-skinned fox-squirrel stuck her head out and screamed, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!”
Needless to say, both Team Rocket grunts were stunned as they looked down at the pokégirl. It was James that found his voice first. “...Wow, that is one ornery Vaporita...”
Glaring at the male that insulted her, Rita slammed a palm onto a button on the RV’s dashboard console. “Oh and you got two seconds!” The pokégirl called out.
Blinking her eyes once, twice, Jessie started to ask, “Two sec-”
*WHUMP*!
*BOOM*!
Seeing the destruction of the wall and two flaming forms flying, Rita grinned widely. Oh yes, the pokégirl was very pleased that she talked the Professor into purchasing and installing a Frag Launcher 3000...
Their forms soaring into the horizon, one could make out the voices, “Team Rocket’s blasting off agaaaaaiiiiin...”
*Ping*!
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the Pokégirl Researcher couldn’t help but laugh “That sent them packing.”
Rita giggled incessantly at what she’d done. “Oh yes, yes, yes!” Oh, Team Rocket grunts were always useful as a cheap form of stress relief.
One of the members of Team Rocket’s ‘Special Team 8’, Shino Aburame looked up at the skyline as two well-known grunts of his affiliation went ‘blasting off again’... for the fourth time that week. “And it’s only Tuesday...”
This was only one of the reasons the sunglasses-wearing, overcoat-clad member preferred his station in the Buggy Woods; humans were just crazy sometimes. However he wouldn’t forget his main reason his bosses decided he would be best serving Team Rocket out in the middle of nowhere. While his preference for isolation from humanity aided him in his place, the main decision for dropping him off in the middle of nature was that he possessed two Blood Gifts of Bug-type pokégirl ancestry which would see to his safety despite the dangers of Feral pokégirls and the goings on in Viridick Forest.
The first was the Blood Gift of Bug Affinity. He could exhibit an almost HiveMind-like behavior with Bug-type pokégirls. This gave him a high empathy rating concerning insectile pokégirls of all sorts and allowed him withstand psychic attacks and probing much better than normal people, allowing him to remain ‘invisible’ to most psychic scans of the forest that would be done from time-to-time by Watchers and local police. It also didn’t hurt that Plant, Dark and Psychic-type pokégirls were often intimidated by him. The gift overall allowed him to have a very objective view of the world and could bring himself to be emotionally insensitive, thanks to a skill be described as, “analytical detachment”. Shino’s merciless tendencies, in regards to opponents as well as his attachment to Bug-types had caused other members of Team Rocket to label him as ‘creepy’.
The other main reason for placing him in the forest was that his second Blood Gift was that of Drone Mind. It allowed him immunity to all forms of brainwashing or attempts to influence his behavior, making him an agent that couldn’t be turned against his compatriots. This Gift also enhanced the nature of the HiveMind ability bestowed upon him by his Bug Affinity Gift to a truly frightening level. The combination of both gifts gave Shino an almost telepathic-link with Bug-type pokégirls, allowing him to know where each and every one was in the forest at all times and mildly manipulate their actions as he saw fit.
He was going to miss that Arachnae; whenever she fed, she could send such waves of pleasure coursing through him. It was like Taming but without the exertion on his part and the Team Rocket grunt found it most fascinating.
All-in-all, Shino was the PERFECT agent for Team Rocket to set up in Viridick Forest. He was safer there than anywhere else in the world. He was perfectly in sync with Nature and the Bug-types that surrounded him on all sides; his gifts a great Boon to his own Harem of Bug-type pokégirls. He could spy on people traveling through and efficiently rob them if need be and he would be near impossible to trail. He knew the Buggy Woods better than anyone else and with his Bug-type Ancestry giving him immunity to most psychic powers he was near impossible to track.
Near impossible. He did wear a tracer that allowed other Team Rocket members to find him when necessary. Like now.
Looking down from the tree-limb he was sitting on, Shino took stock of the group of Team Rocket grunts that were making their way towards him. While a couple of humans in the group were of no consequence to him, he recognized the main male leading the group. A male of Edo descent that wore a more stylized outfit rather than donning a traditional Team Rocket uniform: vest, arm bracers and slippers made of Feraligarter skin, baggy white silk pants and a trademark pair of nylon pantyhose around his waist for a belt.
“Taro Panythose...” Shino greeted. He knew of the agent; most did. Trained by the nefarious Pokégirl Thief Happosai, Taro was an arrogant, sadistic, ruthless, traitorous and power-hungry individual. Without a doubt, he was a completely dishonorable bastard that found amusement in cheating against his opponent and betraying allies during confrontations or simply ambushing and assaulting innocent people who had done nothing to him. It was also no secret to those within Team Rocket that Taro also had the unrealistic goal of wanting to, “take over the world”.
While people like the Edo man are normally stomped flat by the rest of the world, especially by SEELE, Taro was a bit more difficult to get rid of. Having been deemed as useful by the protectors of humanity, Taro was added to their ranks and genetically altered by Gendo Giovanni’s technicians. In return for becoming a member of Team Rocket and Giovanni’s personal Assassin, Gendo had his scientists artificially induce the Blood Gift of Monster Out within Taro, allowing him to become something akin to a pokéboy: an inhuman beast with elemental powers and strength.
Pantyhose’s “Monster” form was similar to that of a male Minotaura, with small crane wings which allowed him to fly great distances despite his enormous size. He also had an eel in place of a tail which not only worked as a second set of eyes for Taro during combat but gave him minimal Electrical powers as well. Understandably, he was a holy terror for Tamers or pokégirls to have to face in battle.
“Aburame...” Taro returned the greeting with a cold voice. “We need to talk to you.”
Nodding his head, the normally expressionless individual replied, “I take it you want my weekly report of the goings on in the Buggy Woods before it’s due?”
“Yes. Master Giovanni is most interested,” Taro admitted. “He’s having us make this stop before we head to Pewtit in the morning. We have heard about an interesting group that was dropped off into your neck of the woods.” His eyes narrowed. “No pun intended.”
“Of course,” Shino was quick to reply. “Like me, you have no sense of humor.”
That response actually made the transformable Pokégirl Thief smirk. “Indeed. Now, get to business. We have no time to waste. We have to get to Pewtit and take care of a number of things by morning; the boss wishes a smuggling cache to be destroyed before anything that could possibly be linked to Team Rocket is discovered.” His hands tightened into fist. “The boss so hates loose ends and recent events have been making so many new ones for him to have to tie off.”
Nodding his head, the master of the Bug Affinity replied, “Let’s.”
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