[Episode 215825] [Episode 215825]Walking alongside Ranma, Nabiki tried to suppress her smile, she really did. She might have been able to keep from laughing but the situation was just too hilarious. Finally when she was sure opening her mouth wouldn’t let loose even a tiny snicker, she told the redhead, “You’ve probably given JigglySluts a bad name...”
“Don’t start with me, Nabs...” the topless redhead grumbled as she held her arms wrapped around her breasts. Some bastard had thought she’d been the spitting image of a JigglySlut he’d seen earlier and decided that the best way to ‘seduce’ her into joining his harem was to have his Slicer slice up her shirt. Kami-damned idiots, all of ‘em! Only reason the attack even hit her was because while she felt it coming a mile away, Nabiki was too close. She’d thrown herself in the way of the Tendo and ... admittedly that was one skilled pokégirl. The pigtailed neo-girl took no physical damage but her Chinese shirt was reduced to shreds of ribbon!
Oh yes, when the jerk had opened his mouth, offering her the ‘privilege’ of sucking his cock, Ranma-chan had taken SUCH pleasure in punching that bastard in the mouth. She hoped for his sake this place had good dentists...
Walking alongside the gender-cursed martial artist, the woman nodded her head in understanding. “Well we’re almost to the PokéCenter and you can put on a new shirt. I’d offer mine but-”
The redhead interrupted her. “No! There is no way I’m letting you get ogled!” She said in all seriousness. It was bad enough when they ogled her own Jusenkyo-endowed mammaries; Ranma wasn’t going to put her friend through the same.
Nabiki couldn’t help but smile a tiny smirk. “I like hearing you be possessive.”
Stopping in her tracks, Ranma turned to the middle Tendo sister with a surprised look on her face. “Y-you do?”
“Oh, come on,” the brunette said as she reached a hand out and squeezed the boy-turned-girl’s shoulder. “We’ve had sex practically half the day and admitted a lot of pent up feelings. You don’t need to be shy about it. Sure you don’t need to be, say, a Kuno-level of possessive but a girl likes hearing her guy want to be selfish about her in the proper contexts.”
Considering that explanation for a moment, the redhead made a cute face; obviously her brain was working hard to process said information. “Ah...” Ranma-chan replied with a nod of her head, finally getting it after a moment of deliberation. “Okay then... I’ll be possessive aaaaaaaaall I want.” She chuckled evilly and leaned her head in to nibble on Nabiki’s ear.
The middle Tendo squeaked in surprise as she had the busty redhead gently gnawing on her ear. “Oh, you shameless perv...” she laughed, causing Ranma to let go of her ear to do so as well. It wasn’t much longer before they finally reached the PokéCenter and were greeted by a familiar face.
Placing her hands on her hips, the eldest of the Tendo sisters stared at duo entering the lobby of the establishment for Tamers. “I was starting to wonder how long you two would be... out...” she trailed off as she took stock of the state the two were in, especially the redhead. “Ranma... what happened to your shirt?” Kasumi asked curiously.
The redhead’s pretty blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Kami-damned fanboys...” she snarled angrily. “I am NOT a JigglySlut!”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, all Kasumi could say was, “Oh my...”
Snorting, the middle Tendo sister answered, “That about sums it up.”
And it was her sister talking that brought the eldest girl’s attention to her. Raising an eyebrow, the pony-tailed brunette tilted her head as she took a good look at how her younger sister was standing. “Are you okay Nabiki?” She asked with concern. “You have a limp.”
Although the middle Tendo sister internally winced at her older sister noticing, she tried to pass it off as unimportant. There was no way she’d give Kasumi such satisfaction. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’ll be fine.”
Noticing the tone of her sister’s voice, the girl with a chestnut-brown pony-tail looked unconvinced. “Maybe I can have one of the NurseJoys check it-”
“It’s nothing some sitting and relaxation can’t cure!” Nabiki insisted... perhaps a little too much.
Surprised at how her sister cut her off, Kasumi blinked her eyes once, twice... then the wheels in her head began to turn and the proverbial light-bulb went off. Soon a large, cat-who-ate-the-canary smile spread slowly across her features. “Mmmhmmmm...” she started, almost a teasing tone to her voice. “I see, I see... oh my, oh my, ooooh my...”
Nabiki looked away, not wanting her sister to see her become so red in the face. “S-sis! You don’t need to be smug!”
Raising an eyebrow slowly, Kasumi innocently asked, “Nothing to be smug about. I’m just happy for you...” she looked towards Ranma-chan curiously before looking back to Nabiki. Her smile was practically growing.
Fortunately for Ranma, she didn’t notice such or she would’ve been blurting out things that the middle Tendo daughter would’ve preferred secret. “Look... can we just go to the room? I need to get some hot water and a new shirt.”
Turning to Ranma, the eldest Tendo clapped her hands together in delight. “Oh, of course you may! I’ll get us a bath ready.”
Blinking her eyes, the buxom redhead asked, “Who said we need a bath? I just need to get some clothes before Akane sees me.”
“You’ve been out in the rain and we can’t let you two catch cold,” Kasumi explained a little-too-quickly/innocently. Grinning a smile that wasn’t as innocent as her voice, she added, “And I need one myself. And not to worry about Akane, Cyan and the rest are teaching her some personal concepts to help her with the Tamer’s Test.” Again, she clapped her hands in excitement before reaching out and grabbing the redhead and her younger sister around their wrists. “Come, come now!” She insisted cheerily dragging the two further into the building, intent on getting a nice bath.
Nabiki and Ranma were both shocked and surprised how in the span of five minutes they went from doorstep, to Kasumi’s room, naked and sitting together in a bathtub with Kasumi sitting across... the woman smirking like a cat who had two juicy mice in a trap.
If the pigtailed martial artist turned male again wasn’t so shocked by this turn of events, (something which had been happening A LOT in this pokégirl world) he’d have been impressed and asked Kasumi what she did for speed training.
As their male compatriot’s brain functions slowly caught up with what was going on, the eldest of the girl’s looked to her sister with a curious yet pleased expression gracing her lovely features. “So, how did it happen?” Kasumi asked her sister. “I would have thought for sure that you would have taken a little more than the past couple of days to crack, Nabiki-chan.”
Despite her usual role as the ‘ice queen’, Nabiki was blushing a fiery red from how boldly her sister was acting. “Sis!” She shrieked.
“What?” Kasumi replied, as if she were surprised by her sister’s response. “I’m just curious Nabiki. I mean I told you all the details when you asked... can’t I do the same?”
Turning his head towards Nabiki, the pigtailed martial artist looked at her quizzically. “You asked?”
Blushing more, Nabiki wondered why everyone was putting her on the hot seat. “W-well yeah. I saw the video but a girl can be... curious...” she finished lamely.
Ranma blinked his eyes curiously. “Video?”
Nodding her head, Kasumi explained, “Remember that night you went to take Officer Jolie on her date? It seems that the Nurse Joys here have video-cameras in interesting places... such as the bathroom.”
His pupils shrinking to pin-pricks, the pigtailed raven-haired martial artist barely managed to squeak out, “What?”
“I thought you knew they made a video of your session with Kiiro, Kasumi and Asrial?” Nabiki asked seriously. It was the talk of the PokéCenter!
“I only got caught for autographing still photos and tape covers. I thought the latter were mock-ups or something!” Ranma replied, slapping himself on the face. “I assumed someone just spied on us but... a whole video!?” Oh this was not happening...
The girl with the pageboy haircut nodded her head. “Yes... and every juicy detail,” Nabiki explained as she pat his arm.
The pigtailed man looked downcast. “Oh man...” and then his eyes widened in realization as a more important manner came to mind; one that had to do with his immediate safety. “Wait! Akane-”
Smiling, the eldest Tendo interrupted him. “We told the Joys if Akane-chan gets that video before we... settle some things, we’d be cross,” Kasumi told him reassuringly.
Sinking into the bathtub a little, Ranma let out a deep breath. “Phew!”
As the two seemed to calm down, Kasumi couldn’t help but let her anxiousness get the better of her. “Now out with it! How did it happen?” She asked both her sister and the pigtailed stud.
Realizing there was no way her big sister was going to let her off the hook, Nabiki decided to just tell her outright. No, not that they had sex in a police station but what brought them to have sex. “Sis, do you remember me telling you about the boy and the Hello Kitty binder?”
A small frown cracking her smile, Kasumi nodded her head, knowing the story all too well. “Yes... I’m still sorry that never worked out for you,” she said honestly. She reached a hand out to gently rub her sister’s shoulder.
As her sister gently rubbed, Nabiki couldn’t help but let off a small chuckle. “Well, fate’s been funny more than once lately.” The middle Tendo sibling said as she laid her head on Ranma’s shoulder.
Noticing the action, Kasumi raised an eyebrow. Again, the gears were pretty quick to turn in her head, causing her to utter, “No way...”
The raven-haired martial artist looked towards the eldest Tendo finally, now sure of himself not to stare at her breasts. “Way,” Ranma replies with a low chuckle as Nabiki cuddled up to him. This was rather nice, even with Kasumi in the tub with them.
“Oh my, oh my...” the eldest Tendo girl whispered to herself. Slowly she started to calm from such a surprise and her face was graced with a smile yet again. “If we only knew that before...” she said, trailing off in a small amused giggle.
Sitting back up in the bathtub, Nabiki couldn’t help but wonder, “If daddy had any inkling I was sweet on Genma’s son back then...” she shook her head; there was no use in dwelling on it. “What’s past is past...”
“I am kinda surprised the old man didn’t tell yours he was in town...” the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer said seriously. His eyes narrowed as he made his own realization. “Then again he might’ve been lying low given how we ended up bolting like we did,” Ranma deadpanned. Baka oyaji!
“Gonna make a panda rug,” Nabiki sing-songed childishly. Oh yes, if they ever managed to get home she was going to make that useless fat fuck’s life a living hell as long as he stayed under her roof.
Kasumi couldn’t help but laugh at her sister’s antics. Oh, she couldn’t remember the last time Nabiki was so free-spirited. “Well, while we’re here how about we help each other wash up? I promise to behave.”
Looking at her sister for a long moment, the girl with the pageboy haircut turned her head to her lover, letting him make the call. “Ranma?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Ranma answered, “As long as everyone behaves...” he took a deep breath. “Because frankly, I need a time out and I got some pokégirls that need this I still owe, don’t I?”
“That is true,” Kasumi admitted begrudgingly. Smiling happily, she chimed, “Well then, let’s get squeaky clean!”
Throwing her head back, the Salusian’s laughter filled the space of the garage’s confines. “MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! IT LIVES!! IT LIVES!!!” Asrial cackled maniacally as she gazed at the Class-A Landmaster RV.
Staring at the supped-up vehicle, Alice was stunned. In no time at all, her Alpha had taken a good seventy-percent of the weapons and ammunitions they discovered, found ways to store them secretly in the RV if they weren't built into it as pop-out weapons and she fashioned some kind of ‘power armor’ out of scrap, parts and one of the body armor they had gotten from one of the crates.
“Alpha’s scarily amazing...” Kiiro cooed in awe.
The Shadowcat nodded her head. “No shit...” Alice agreed numbly.
The Salusian of Imperial Birth continued to giggle in a rather scary fashion. “Heheheh! Oh, I think you girls will like this.” Producing her Salusian tri-scanner she brought up a screen and showed it to Alice.
Leaning in to get a look, the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl looked curiously as the small monitor of the Salusian device. “Hey... this is...”
“I asked Ranma if he’d let me download some data from his PokéDex to my tri-scanner,” the Salusian explained. “So I got to look up the salvage and contraband laws. I left enough of the stuff for Jolie to confiscate and went through to gather the necessary forms Ranma would need to... well, get away with what I procured so this way neither Ranma nor us will get in trouble.” The princess scrunched her features. “I admit, I did tweak some of the listings because...” she shrugged her shoulders. “Well, some stuff I knew we’d never get to walk away with... but this is more than enough for them to have evidence against Team Rocket.”
Alice nodded her head as she looked at the tri-scanner, holding it curiously as she thought of just what the Salusian would be having the group take with them.. “So you plan to give us some of these devices to help? How many?”
Looking into the Shadowcat’s eyes, Asrial explained, “Well first I want to have everyone try their hand shooting at a target and see who is proficient with what. Then I’ll dispense a rifle and pistol per girl and make sure everyone has access to the caches built into the RV.” The Salusian considered what all this might entail and scrunched her features in thought. “Maybe we can buy a U-Haul module to attach and drag on the back for extra room to properly store my power armor and even get a mobile gun-lab going.”
As she said that, Kiiro looked curiously at the armor Asrial had built... it was sad that it would cover so much of her body but she realized it was meant for safety reasons on part of the wearer... and while the Peekabu knew she’d never want Asrial to get hurt, there was just something about the piece of equipment that bothered her. “You sure this will help you, Alpha Asrial?” She asked with care.
Turning to the Electric-type, Asrial nodded her head at the mouse pokégirl. “It’s not the high-grade I’m used to but I’m amazed how well it works. A strength enhancer system that works at a multiplier of five, powered jumping-I couldn’t fashion a flight pack with limited gear we had-a full face cover bullet-proof visor with HUD for targeting and pokégirl recognition and I wired hand-control and voice-command interfaces to the systems’ wiring and each gun integrated into said armor and the RV will be slave to my controls.”
“Wuuuuh?” A very confused Kiiro asked, her eyes swirling as she tried to make heads and tails of all the technical mumbo-jumbo the Salusian was throwing at her.
A sweat-drop trickling down the side of her head, the Shadowcat requested, “Um... could you please simplify that for us Alpha?”
Asrial had the decency to blush. She should’ve realized there was no way that pokégirls would have the understanding for some of the tech aspects she was throwing their way. “Oh, sorry.” She raised her right hand, coughing into her fist. Then, she calmly answered, “In short, I can slap extra guns onto the ports and can fire them with my voice or a trigger interface built into the gloves so I can use two guns in each hand and two shoulder blasters while I have the RV firing off bullets. And while at least two guns could be added on the hips and two by the knees, I’m stick with just adding shoulder-cannons as I can’t guarantee the wiring given the scrap I had to use.”
Alice just stared at the Salusian with a wary expression. This seemed like more firepower than some police departments had; there was no way it could be legal for them to go toting this all around. “Now... you’re positive that this is legal for a pokégirl to wear?” She asked curiously. “While I believe you got the paper-work together you can’t sign off on it. You need Master to do it for you.”
To the Shadowcat’s inquiry, the blonde Salusian nodded her head in understanding and agreement. “Oh I know. I just got it together and researched what was allowed. The power armor’s borderline but...” she smirked. “There are no laws saying you can’t kit-bash one. The laws in place all just claim you can’t make new power armor out of existing power armor parts from a licensed product manufacturer. The base is riot gear with tech fashioned into armor so...” she considered the best way to present this. “It’s a legal loophole! I promise I’ll go over this with Ranma and he can present this along well as the crates I loaded that we aren’t keeping to Officer Jolie so the local law can have a nice crack at Team Rocket.”
Considering her Alpha’s explanation and deciding to accept it for the time being, the Shadowcat nodded her head. “I have to admit, I am impressed you didn’t take everything here. You should’ve seen how... ‘giddy’ you were.”
“Very scary...” the Electric-type purple-tressed pokégirl added, her ears flattened back in worry. “I’ve never seen the Alpha act like that. Reminded me of when a Dominatrix sees a wounded pokégirl with a nice rack.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Asrial admitted, “Well I was tempted but your argument had some valid points. Plus...” she grinned lightly. “Once the police have the crates we’re providing them and they interrogate the jerk-offs who ran this place... Team Rocket is going to have a hole in its wallet. While I doubt it’ll do major damage, it may compromise them enough that they’ll have to restructure their smuggling rings at the very least, maybe even expose someone high up who’s in on it.”
“Making the world a better place through small steps?” The Dark/Psychic-type feline pokégirl asked with interest. “That’s very noble of you, Alpha Asrial. Qualities I admit are befitting of a pokégirl in your position.” She managed a small, mischievous smile as the Salusian made her way to the driver’s side of the front cab. “Let’s just hope you can keep it up.”
Making her way over to the RV, Asrial motioned for them to enter. “I’m no saint but even I can’t stand jerk-offs.” She smiled with a bit of pride. “Well, we are done ladies. The RV’s pimped, everything we need is loaded including those crates; we can’t leave them here, especially if those Rockets come looking.” Asrial said as she got into the driver’s seat. Putting the key into the ignition, she started the engine which hummed to life with ease. “Oooooooooh yeeeeeaaaaaah!” She said with pride.
“Door’s shut and sealed!” Kiiro proclaimed from the back as she slammed the side-door shut and hit the hydraulic locking mechanism.
The Salusian was grinning widely. “All right, ladies! Let’s roll!” Asrial hit a button for the garage door opener she found and hit the gas pedal to get this show on the road...
Only to have the engine sputter and come to a grinding halt.
Her eyes widening, the look on the woman’s face was akin to that of a child being told Christmas was cancelled. She growled in frustration. “Damn it!” She cursed. “I was afraid this could happen...” Asrial groaned, rubbing her face with her right hand.
Sticking her head into the front cabin from the back, the black-furred feline pokégirl asked, “Now what is it?”
Sitting back into the driver’s seat, the blonde skunk-girl sighed. “An overload. I need to recalibrate the engine’s power output...” she grabbed her hair in aggravation. “Argh! This could take all night to fix!” Letting go of her hair, she looked over her shoulder to the two pokégirls in the back. “You two should go back... or at least you, Alice. Don’t you have a Taming soon?”
At being reminded of what was owed to her, Alice smiled quite a bit. “Oh yes I do...” she tilted her head in concern. “But what about you two? You’re just gonna stay here?”
“If Alpha Asrial stays, I stay too!” The Peekabu said proudly. Making her way up to the front, she hugged the Salusian around her shoulders, holding her possessively. The mouse pokégirl really had feelings for her Alpha.
Sighing lightly in exasperation, Asrial gently patted Kiiro’s head. “We’ll be fine, Alice,” she reassured her harem-sister. “The engine calibration I can do solo. We have everything loaded, so there’s not much else I need you for.”
The Shadowcat was torn on such a subject... stay and help give the Alpha protection... or go and get some well-deserved cock?
However, when pokégirl biology was involved, there was no contest. “Well, then I’ll see you two when you get back.” Alice waved politely before exiting the vehicle and walking out through the open garage door, Asrial pressing the button and shutting it behind her.
Watching as the Shadowcat left, Kiiro turned to look at her Alpha. “Please forgive me, Alpha... but I no want to leave you alone.”
“Hey, I’m not objecting,” Asrial told her as she kissed the Peekabu’s forehead. “You’re a good assistant.”
Kiiro’s eyes lit up at the praise. “Really!?”
Nodding her head, the Royal Salusian firmly replied, “The best! Now help me open the engine cover and then let’s bring the engine hauler rig. We’ll need to pull the engine halfway out for me to calibrate the new power settings.”
Raising her right hand and saluting the skunk-girl, the smiling violet-tressed pokégirl replied, “Aye, aye, ALPHA!” She went off to do as commanded, giddily laughing all the way as her thunderbolt-shaped tail bounced behind her. She loved being a help to her Alpha! The Salusian was just so pretty and nice!
Watching the Peekabu pad off, Asrial just shook her head and smiled good naturedly at the pokégirl’s zeal. “Well, let’s get cracking,” she told herself, turning the key and pulling it out of the ignition. Rolling up her sleeves, the Salusian prepared herself for another late-night.
“Ahh... that was nice,” Ranma sighed happily as he started dressing. That bath had been rather relaxing.
Grinning, Kasumi agreed, “A nice hot bath cures what ails you.”
The middle Tendo sibling snorted. “I’m still going to be walking funny but I think it will a lot less noticeable now,” Nabiki said as she fixed her bra. “Although I am surprised you didn’t grill us as intensively I expected, Kasumi.”
The eldest of the Tendo girls gave her younger sister a knowing smile. “Oh, even I can take a hint to back off some Nabiki-chan.” She then tapped her cheek with her right hand. “Hmm... at this rate we just need Akane to heal and Ranma to finish acquainting himself with the harem and then we’ll have the fixings for a wonderful harem orgy.”
It was no surprise that Ranma face-faulted at her comment. Still, Nabiki held onto her wits better, settling for palming her face. “Sis, you scare me sometimes. Like now for instance.”
In response, Kasumi just smiled. Whether it was a joke or if she had meant every word was left to ambiguity.
Managing to push himself from off the ground, Ranma politely declined. “Kasumi... I don’t know if I’ll be ready for a full-out orgy with everyone... especially since I think Akane would KILL me...”
“Oh no worries,” Kasumi assured him. “I’d never instigate such a thing if that was an issue. We’re still easing Akane into this world so it will be a long time before I even bring such a subject up to her if ever.”
Although he was sure that the girl probably would the first chance she got, Ranma replied, “Good, good.” It was best if he ignored it for now. After all, ignorance was bliss and it had been a tool of survival when he was younger... even if a lot of it came back to bite him in the ass a decade down the road.
Looking at Ranma, the eldest Tendo continued. “Speaking of which, you may want to see how Akane is, even if it’s only just to say hi before you get busy again.”
“She has a point,” Nabiki agreed with her sister. “A good way to keep our baby sis from blowing a gasket and both of you to work on not pissing each other off is to have constant interaction and learning to curb your tongues.” Such might attract attention they didn’t need and in a world that seemed to crack down on women’s rights... she really didn’t want to see anything bad happen to her sister.
Nodding his head, the pigtailed martial artist replied, “You have a point.” Looking around the bathroom, he asked, “Has anyone seen a pair of pants? I want to talk to Akane but...” he motioned to how he was standing in his shirt and boxers.
Kasumi smiled. “I believe you have an extra pair in the bedroom. You go on and get dressed fully there and go off to see Akane.” Raising her hands, she clapped them to make sure she had his attention. “No off with you, chop-chop!”
“Okay, okay...” Ranma grumbled as he made his way out of the bathroom. “I’m off, I’m off... just wanted to know where my pants went to.” He said as the bathroom door closed behind him.
When the door had closed shut, the girl with the pageboy haircut turned to her older sister. “You’re enjoying yourself aren’t you?” Nabiki asked, her tone conveying a hint of amusement.
Grinning widely, all Kasumi could answer was, “Ooooh yes!”
Meanwhile as the two Tendo sisters continued to talk, Ranma found the bedroom and duffel bag which had an extra pair of pants. Slipping them on, the pigtailed martial artist looked himself over in a mirror for a moment, making sure nothing was out of place; he didn’t want to set Akane off, especially in the condition she was in. “All right, I’m presentable. Time to go see how the tomboy is doing,” he said as he made his way to her room.
However, he stopped outside the door and winced as he heard her scream “You do what with what!?”
“It’s really simple dear. Plus, it can drive the right kind of pokégirl nuts,” he could hear Cyan motherly lecture. “And it can be turned around and used on Master if you wanted... purr!”
Ranma frowned. That did not sound reassuring.
“I... I’d never do that with a boy!” Akane’s voice echoed from her side of the closed door.
“Oh so you prefer pokégirls?” Was the question the Cheetit’s voice conveyed with curiousness.
“I don’t prefer regular girls or pokégirls!”
There was silence for a long pause. “...Poor thing... what sort of parent let you become so sexually repressed?”
“I AM NOT SEXUALLY REPRESSED!” Akane’s roar echoed into the hallway, despite the closed door.
“Yep, sexually repressed all right...”
Deciding to save his poor Cheetit from pissing off Akane to the point where she’d try something stupid, Ranma went to intervene. He rapped on the closed door with the knuckles of his right hand as he called out, “Knock, knock!”
“Oh Master!” The Cheetit squealed in delight. Without hesitation, the door was opened, the feline with spotted gold fur smiling happily at him. “Welcome back!”
Staring at the sight of the pokégirl fawning over Ranma, Akane twitched, still unhappy to hear someone call him ‘master’... but surprisingly, she managed to bite her tongue for now. “You’re back. How’d the shopping go?”
Stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, Ranma replied, “Pretty good I’d say. The stuff we had to do at the police station turned out... well...” he coughed into his hand, trying to fight down a blush and barely succeeding.
Nodding her head, the youngest of the Tendo sister replied, “Well that’s good...” her eye twitched. “As for me the... girls here are... telling me all this... stuff.” She was pretty sure her eye was twitching at least once every two seconds. She couldn’t believe the crap these girls allowed to have done to them... and worse, that they enjoyed it!
At the look her Tamer gave her, the Cheetit explained, “I was just pointing out some techniques I know that are pleasurable for keeping a pokégirl happy and ways it can be used with a Tamer.”
Needless to say, Ranma sweat-dropped. He could just imagine what ‘insight’ the pokégirl had to share. “We appreciate it Cyan, it’s just... eh... ah...” he trailed off, trying to think of some way to politely explain that-
“I’m a sexually repressed tomboy, huh?” Akane snorted in annoyance.
The pigtailed martial artist turned his head to stare at Akane. “I didn’t say that!” Ranma snapped. “Don’t go puttin’ words into my mouth!” He wouldn’t have room for his foot otherwise.
“You were thinking it!” The youngest Tendo snapped right back.
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the raven-haired martial artist couldn’t help but admit, “I was...” he sighed. “Damn it! Do we always gotta do this?” He asked her seriously, just exasperated at how easily they could fall into such a routine without one of the others around.
Surprising to Ranma, his erstwhile fiancée had the decency to blush. “...Sorry,” Akane apologized, looking down at her hands.
“...Same here,” the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer finally said after a pause. Damn, this was awkward. Here he was, trying to get along better with Akane and he had no clue where to start! “Uh... can I get’cha anything?” He finally managed to think to ask.
Considering his request, Akane had to reply, “No... but can we...” she frowned. “Can we talk in private?”
Turning his head to face his pokégirl, Ramma looked to Cyan pleadingly.
The feline pokégirl nodded her head in understanding. “I'll go see Mistresses Kasumi and Nabiki...” she said as she stood up from her seat. “Perhaps they would like to hear what I have to share.”
Chuckling nervously, Ranma replied, “Uh... maybe.” Left unsaid was that he was pretty certain Kasumi would. That was what scared him. When she’d left the room, the pigtailed teenager pulled the vacated seat up next to Akane’s bed and sat down. “So... what’s up?”
The girl stared into Ranma’s blue eyes with her own brown ones. “We’re stuck here aren’t we? We won’t be going home?”
The raven-haired martial artist winced. He wanted to lie to her, to give her some hope... but that wouldn’t be right. “For now it seems that way. That’s why we gotta adapt,” Ranma admitted to her. “I know it seems... crazy but you get used to it and...” he chuckled nervously. “It’s not so bad once you start to get a feel for how things go here.” Kami-sama knew he was getting a good ‘feel’ of women here and there.
The bed-ridden girl was quiet for a long time. Finally, she could bring herself to ask, “How can you handle it? You were... as sex-phobic as me and...” she tried to think of how to put this. “Well, look at you... you’re handling this so well." Akane then muttered to herself, “Then again you’re good at adapting.”
“With martial arts,” Ranma told her, and pointing out that he caught that last bit. “I’m still playing this by ear. Hell, the girls are leading the show and even Kasumi’s embraced it better than any of us.”
“That’s... a fact...” Akane admitted, a sweat-drop trickling down the side of her head. She didn’t believe Kasumi of all people could be so... perverted! Still she was seeing it with her own eyes and it was difficult to deny what she saw.
The pigtailed martial artist sighed in defeat. This wasn’t going to be easy to say but he had to give it a shot. “Akane, listen... I know this is... weird as hell but… if we pull together we can survive at least.” He managed to give her a smile. “We have friends to help us. All of us gotta make a sacrifice or two...” he winced. “My pride’s been at high and low since we got here, you just... have to roll with it.”
The young woman sighed as well. He had a point and she knew it. It was just so difficult to accept the way things were. “I know what you mean Ranma but...” she winced, trying to keep her cool during the conversation as well. “I just... I’m going into this less than I should be...” she groaned as she looked down. “I chased you and paid for it. I’m on pain-relievers right now but there is a lot of pain with my new tissues... and organ...”
Understanding all too well, Ranma nodded and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. “Well Akane, I’m no saint either. Even I tried to fight those things and got my butt half-handed to me... it was pure luck we all didn’t end up dead...” he slowly brought his hand down to pat her hand.
Akane stared down at her fiancé’s hand for a long time. “Ranma... you’re having sex with those pokégirls, right?”
The question made Ranma freeze up for a second. He realized it was damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. It was best just to come clean. “I... yeah, Akane... I have to.”
Gripping at her bed-sheets, the youngest Tendo was fighting down both anger and the growing blush on her face. “I understand...” she finally said after a long pause. “Kasumi told me... it’s...” she let off a deep sigh. “I can’t believe it... but...”
“I know,” Ranma agreed, knowing the confusion she felt all too well. “This world seems like a sexist male paradise, huh?” He grumbled, imagining someone like that ass Kuno or Mikado or to an extent, Mousse thriving here. “I’m not too happy either but we all gotta... just roll with it.” He looked to Akane, making sure he had he attention. “It’s especially dangerous for you and your sisters, seeing as even as pure human women’s rights are so limited.” He reached out and placed a hand over hers. “I promise I’ll do my best to protect us all...”
Looking down at his hand holding hers, Akane couldn’t help but give him a soft smile in return. “That’s just like you, making promises to ease a girl’s mind.” She said with her wan smile. “But it’s good to hear it. Thank you.”
Ranma tried to return her a smile, so unused to Akane being so... open and... honest with him. “Don’t mention it, Akane. I’m speakin’ the truth here. I’ll protect you and the others; I promise. I have to.” He frowned a bit more. “I hope you’re not upset about us also having to take a side-trip but it’s important to Asrial. We gotta save her friends somehow.”
“We’re martial artists,” Akane replied without hesitation. “Saving people in need is part of the code, right?” She may have sucked at practicing martial arts but she knew the code by heart. She just had a small problem with following it a hundred percent of the time thanks to her anger management issues.
Now the pigtailed martial artist could smile. “Yes it is!” He proclaimed, glad her mirth was returning.
Taking a deep breath, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts was quiet for a long pause, neither she nor Ranma able to think of anything to say. Still, there was one thing that was bothering her and she couldn’t let it go, despite how she felt. “...Ranma?”
Blinking his eyes, Ranma replied, “Yeah, Akane?”
A blush erupted on the young woman’s delicate features. “Before all this, did you ever think about sex?”
That in turn got Akane’s fiancé blushing. “Uh... well...” he brought a hand up to the side of his head, scratching. “Sometimes but... I couldn’t.”
Raising an eyebrow, the bedridden girl inquired, “Why not?”
“If I gave any inclination towards such, it would give certain people the wrong ideas,” Ranma said seriously, looking at her in the eyes so she didn’t get the wrong idea herself... again. “Plus I had enough T&A thrown my way, it’s... well...” he paused a moment to think of how to put it so she could understand, so he could understand himself. “You just learn to tune it out... more like an instinct to run at the first sign of exposed cleavage, I guess.”
Despite herself, Akane giggled as she recalled a lot of Shampoo’s suggestive glomping, dress, and posturing. “I see...” she let off a deep sight. “And to think I called you a pervert all those times.”
“Oh sometimes you were on the money,” Ranma admitted, turning away from Akane as his face turned a shade of crimson that matched his female form’s hair. “But I was just thinking it, not acting on it like Happosai.” He finally turned back to her and admitted in embarrassment, “And didn’t help that I wound up crashing, falling into or grabbing girls...”
“Or girls blowing their tops about the wrong ideas...” Akane admitted herself, a bit ashamed of how she’d been. Getting almost killed by a spider-woman due to one’s actions could help put a lot of things in perspective.
Staring at his fiancée for a moment, Ranma couldn’t help but let off a small sight. “Looking back, sometimes you couldn’t help but get the wrong idea.” His shoulder slumped as he admitted, “And I know my macho attitude didn’t help any. It’s all I really had as a defense besides insulting people and... well, we see how THAT went...”
The youngest Tendo was quiet for a moment. “Okay, I think we’ve established that we’re imperfect jerks to each other,” Akane said with a small sigh. She considered herself a martial artist, damn it! It was amazing how not having an engagement shoved down her throat every ten minutes could allow her to step back and really take a look at the situation... and she couldn’t believe she let herself get so... bad!
“Yeah...” the pigtailed martial artist agreed. “So how about you?” He finally asked, wanting to change the direction their conversation had been going.
Blinking her eyes, the young woman replied, “Me?”
Nodding his head, Ranma firmly replied, “Yeah. You ever think about sex?”
Now it was Akane that was blushing the shade of a tomato. “...Sometimes...” she squeaked out. “I, uh...” she fidgeted in bed for a moment. “I’d get hot and bothered and... well have some fun in the bath.”
Despite how honest and serious as his fiancée was being with him, Ranma couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “So Akane isn't as repressed as we think...” he said almost whimsically. That was a good thing as it meant she might have what it took to successfully adapt to this world sooner than later.
Now Akane was finally getting a little annoyed. “Oh... be quiet!” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
It was then that Ranma had a baaaaaaad thought. Nervously, he asked, “Uh... Akane? You never... you know... got any kinda... ‘release’ with your pet pig in the room, did you?”
“OH, HELL NO!!” The Heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes shrieked before shuddering in disgust. “I mean... EWW! Yes, P-Chan’s a pig but even I know better than to be indecent like that!”
Ranma let off a sigh of relief. “Ah... just checking.”
Raising an eyebrow at how her fiancé seemed so relieved, Akane wondered, “Why did you ask?”
Pausing for a moment to come up with a good excuse, (as for some reason even unbeknownst to him, he STILL felt like upholding that promise to Ryoga) the pigtailed martial artist finally replied, “...Curiosity?”
Akane blinked her eyes once, twice. “You’re weird sometimes.”
Chuckling nervously, Ranma scratched the side of his head as he agreed, “Yeah...”
The woman blushed a bit as she remembered something concerning her pet. “Although I admit... I’d sometimes tell P-Chan some of my dirty thoughts just to get them off my chest.” Her blush deepened. “I swear, it was like he understood. He’d go red in his little black face and sometimes blood would come out his nose.”
Biting his lower lip, Ranma tried not to laugh, he really did. However the laughter still found a way past his lips. Oh, he could just picture the look on that little porcine prick’s face!
Surprised by how the pigtailed teen was just laughing, Akane demanded to know, “Wuh-what? What’s wrong with that?” She was trying to keep a hold on her temper but she felt like he was making fun of her!
Finally managing to get a hold of himself, Ranma answered, “N-nothing just... it’s amusing!” “HA! Take that, Ryoga!”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Akane huffed and pouted in annoyance. She didn’t see what was so amusing about it! “Well then tell me this! What about you?”
Considering her request, Ranma just shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I had a few thoughts... but I’d better not say.”
Raising an eyebrow at him, the youngest Tendo demanded to know, “What?” She lowered her arms from in front of her. “Come on, now I’m curious!”
Again, the Heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts shrugged his shoulders. “You asked for it,” he said, hoping she wouldn’t get pissed. “It involved you, Ucchan, Shampoo and your sisters... a lot of whipped cream, chocolate pudding and me feeling like the luckiest bastard in the world.”
Akane stared at Ranma with wide eyes. “Wow... that is something.” Although she wasn’t surprised in the least that food was involved.
“You’re not... offended?” Ranma asked curiously, genuinely surprised she wasn’t calling for his castration and hanging... not necessarily in that order.
Meeting her fiancé’s gaze with her own, the youngest Tendo honestly told him, “Ranma I once had a fantasy you and Ryoga tag-teamed me. How’s that sound?”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, all Ranma could say was, “...Damn...”
Blushing a little, Akane gave him a firm nod of her head. “Yeah.”
After a long pause in conversation, Ranma finally managed to mutter, “Man we are pervs...”
“Mmmhmm,” The youngest Tendo admitted. She shook her head and asked him, “I really was hard on you, huh?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Ranma, (*gasp*) politely replied, “A bit.”
The youngest Tendo nodded in understanding. “Well, I guess I better curb myself...” she said as she stretched her arms, trying to loosen up her body some. “I just wish I could get out of this bed... it’s so... frustrating!”
Nodding his head, Ranma told her, “I feel for you.” He really did. For him, being confined in any way was pure hell.
However, before their conversation could continue, there was a knock at the door. Turning to look over his shoulder, Ranma called out, “Yes? Come in!”
Given a go-ahead, a NurseJoy opened the door and poked her head in. “It’s time for Miss Tendo’s sponge-bath!”
“Oh,” Ranma replied and started to get up from his chair. Then I guess I should get going...”
The nursing pokégirl gave Ranma an innocent smile. “Really? Are you sure you wouldn’t like to help?” The NurseJoy asked innocently... a little too innocently.
Her face blushing as red as a CharAmanda, the youngest Tendo was quick to respond, “N-no! That’s okay! Really! Ranma has stuff he has to do.” She looked at him with a serious gaze. “Don’t you?”
Nodding his head, Ranma was quick to pick up on the woman’s meaning. “Uh y-yes... yes I do!” He exclaimed frantically. “Maybe next time!” He added as he fully got up from his chair. Stretching a bit, he made his way to the door and called back, “Later Akane!”
Waving at his retreating form, Akane called back, “Luh-later!”
Exiting the room quickly, Ranma closed the door behind him. Pressing his back against it and taking a deep breath, the pigtailed martial artist blinked his eyes as he caught the sound of snickering. Turning his head, he spotted the two elder Tendo sisters at the end of the hall, staring at him with big grins. “Oh... be quiet.”
“Aww...” Nabiki called out, not missing an opportunity to tease him. “Turning down a chance to bath Akane?”
Blushing, Ranma told her, “T-too soon!”
Considering his feeling, Kasumi turned to look at her sister. “He has a point Nabiki-chan,” she said seriously. “Plus he has other things to do.”
Nabiki rolled her eyes. “I know... but...” she smiled a little. “It’s just so easy to tease him now. I can’t help it.”
“Oh of course,” the eldest Tendo whole-heartedly agreed.
At both sisters laughing at his expense, Ranma sighed in defeat. “Okay, okay... I know I’m a easy target...” he grumbled in annoyance. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the raven-haired teenager looked up at his female compatriots. “So what’s the agenda?”
It was then a very sensual voice purred in his ear. “Oh, I think a Taming sounds good about now...”
Startled for a moment, Ranma quickly turned about... and relaxed when he saw it was a very familiar feline pokégirl. “Oh, Alice! Welcome back!” He greeted. He looked down the hall past her and seeing no one else, asked, “Where are the others?”
Shrugging her shoulders, the Shadowcat explained, “Alpha Asrial and Kiiro are still at the garage. They’re pulling a late night to tweak the final bugs out of the RV upgrades. They ought to be back tonight or first thing in the morning.”
Ranma blinked his eyes in surprise. “Wait! They’re out there? ALONE!?” He was looking very worried. “We gotta go get them!” He shouted in agitation. He remembered what happened the LAST time Asrial had gone off alone!
Raising her hands, the Shadowcat tried to ease his worries. “Relax, Master...” the feline pokégirl told him. “They’ll be fine. They’re alone at the garage and it’s closed off to the public with police tape and a small barricade. No one’s going to be walking in on them.” She managed a mysterious smirk. “Trust me, if someone DID walk in on them they’d be fucked... and not in the oh-so-nice-Taming way.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the pigtailed martial artist asked, “What do you mean?”
“Let’s just say... our Alpha’s got my respect in a new fashion,” Alice replied mysteriously. “But now then Master...” she said, changing the subject. “I believe a Taming would be nice. If you want to drag Cyan in too, that’d be oh so lovely.”
Surprising even the Shadowcat, the other feline pokégirl chimed in from behind her, “I’d love to do that but I want to do something else first if it’s okay.”
“Oh, Cyan-chan,” Kasumi greeted her. She didn’t remember the Cheetit being there before; she moved quite fast when she wanted to. It kind of reminded her how Cassandra could pop up now and again...
The Dark/Psychic-type just stared at her feline compatriot. “What ‘something else’!?” She practically roared like a Lioness. “What could be more important than Taming?” Alice demanded to know.
Grinning like a Cheshire, Cyan was more than happy to answer, “Why, a fashion show!”
Putting the Scootie Jr. into the parking gear, Jeremy looked to the front passenger’s seat where the adapted Master Pokéball sat and let off a heavy sigh. Oh how the hell was he going to break the news to Assrial? He knew his Skunkette was looking forward to taking a trip soon but... this was not going to be what she expected.
“I just hope I can explain this before she blows a gasket... maybe I ought to empathize it’s Steamhead’s fault...” he mumbled to himself. Undoing his seat-belt and opening the door, the male Feeble stepped out of the lightly armored Truck Camper and made his way to the front door of his home; a modest one-story ranch on the Southwestern edge of Douschiabag; nice beach-front property. With some trepidation, he knocked on the door.
The door swung open and a familiar form lunged at him in a flying glomp. "MASTER JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMIIIEEEEEEEEE!!”
Falling back into the grass growing in the sandy soil around his home, the goateed man had the wind knocked out of him. “H-hey Assrial. You’re excited today..." he acknowledged with how his sexy Skunkette was straddling him after knocking him flat on his back.
“Yes I am!” The Skunkette happily chirruped. “Are we ready for the trip now? Are we, are we!?” The happy pokégirl squealed in delight. “Oh I can’t wait to take the Crawler out and-”
“We don’t have the Crawler,” Jeremy blurted out. Assrial was excitable and sometimes the only way to get his point across was to be blunt. He just hoped such didn’t make for an ass-kicking.
The sound of a record scratching could be heard in the Normal/Poison-type’s mind. There was a long pause between the two before Assrial finally blurted out, “What!?”
Chuckling nervously as his pokégirl was gripping at handfuls of his shirt tightly in her fists, the lab assistant pathetically explained, “Uh... there was... an accident at Prof. Steamheads...”
The Skunkette's happy and bubbly demeanor popped. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?” She shouted. That damned Pokégirl Researcher could bring out the worst in her; she didn’t know why her loving Master would even spend any time around him.
Wincing, Jeremy told her, “The jackass decided he needed the armored shielding the Crawler had for an experiment and took my vehicle apart without asking me.” He sighed. “And since he needs us to take care of an important errand... he’s provided us with an alternate set of wheels.”
Slowly, Assrial raised her gaze and eyed said wheels. “…No...” she stated firmly. “NononononoNO! We are going back and DEMANDING HE REPAIRS OUR RIDE OR HIS ASS IS MINE!!”
That made the man wince, it was always a terrifying sight to see his pokégirl upset. “Assrial, while I would firmly agree with you in this situation... the problem is we don’t have the time for him to make repairs...” he sighed. “We’ve got to get a certain device of his to One Island and chuck it into Mt. Ember before it breaks free of its containment unit...” he gulped. “If we don’t, the whole League is screwed.”
Staring at her owner for a long, long time, the slightly chubby Skunkette finally replied, “He owes us... he owes us an all expenses-paid vacation to the best resort on the planet!”
Nodding his head firmly, Jeremy told her, “Yes, I agree!” Didn’t mean it would happen but he could at least keep her thoughts off of killing him instead!
Letting go of her lover’s clothes, Assrial sighed. A small, devious smile playing across her lips, she added, “And then we beat his ass.”
“Agreed again!” The male Feeble chimed in. At least THAT could happen.
Continuing to straddle her master’s lap, the Skunkette let off a depressed sigh. “I’m unhappy but not at you, Master... man, is my mood’s ruined...”
The man sighed, understanding all to well how his pokégirl felt. “I’m sorry, Assrial...” he said as he sat up and hugged his pokégirl, the only one he kept after he retired from being a Tamer. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Assrial churred and cuddled her owner. “I know you will. It’s not your fault...” she said as her eyes slowly narrowed. “Stupid mad scientist researchers...” she grumbled.
“Thanks for understanding, Assrial...” the man said in all honesty. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. “We better get up; we have some work to do. We need to get packed and close up the house. Maybe I should give Ricky a call and ask him to do some house-sitting?”
Snorting, the Skunkette replied, “As long as he and his pokégirls don’t get into my toy collection or our cosplay costumes!” That stuff was expensive!
Memories of what such costumes entailed made Jeremy smile a perverted little grin. “I know what you mean. You look so sexy in the ‘soldier uniform’ and ‘pirate gear’...” he told her as he hugged her tighter, hands gently squeezing her truly ba-donka-donk booty. He loved how she had so much junk in her trunk... with an ass like her’s it really hid the fact she had ‘love handles’.”
Returning her master’s grin, the skunk-like pokégirl replied, “Arrr! And you look dashing in that Harlock outfit or the space racer,” she cooed happily, wiggling her ass as she nibbled on his neck, feeling some playfulness and a bit of her good mood slowly returning.
“Ahhh...” Jeremy sighed at the pleasant feelings of his pokégirl getting back into a certain ‘mood’. “As much as I’d like to Tame you right now, we have some import stuff to do.” Damn it was hard to say no to those gyrating hips of hers.
Giving her master a most adorable pout, the Skunkette replied, “Pooh!” Shaking her head, she relented, “Okay. I’ll start loading, you call your brother...” she grinned as a sudden thought hit her. “And if you interrupt him having sex, laugh at his sorry ass because it’s about time we interrupted him!”
To that, Jeremy couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, you got that one right!” He stretched his arms out a little. “Hard to believe the shrimp is already looking to compete in the Indigo Championships next year... seems like only yesterday he started HIS Journey...”
Giggling a little, Assrial nodded her head. “True, true... and boy, what a harem he assembled of some of the girls he’s acquired...” she began to smile in a most naughty fashion. “It seems he shared his brothers Skunette fetish.”
“Yeah but Solora’s more of a handful than you,” Jeremy told her. “While you’re my sweet Skunkette that does her best to please me... that blue-tressed memphite-like girl can be a bit of a bitch!”
Nodding her head in agreement, Assrial allowed, “She can but she’s gotten better. The first time we met her, I was going to kill her bitchy ass! This last time we saw her...” she shrugged her shoulders. “She’s mellowed.”
Nodding his head, the lab assistant to Professor Steamhead replied, “True. Still, I worry that my brother got too many strong-willed pokégirls. Not that their wills a problem, it’s just...”
“I know what’cha mean,” Assrial said. “Too many strong heads butt too-often.” The Thousand Gods knew how many tiffs she had with May when that Neo Iczel had been part of Jeremy’s harem. That was the only Harem-sister the Skunkette didn’t mind saying goodbye to.
Jeremy firmly nodded his head. “A Battle Skunkette, two Kunoichi, a Dark Kitsune, a Neo Iczel and an Assassara. Ricky’s got some power in his harem but I get the feeling it’s going to bite him in the ass eventually... but it’s his choice.” He sighed as he stood up. “Well, I better quit putting off this phone-call. I was serious when I said that we do need to get going as soon as possible...” he said as he looked towards the Class-D Scootie Jr. Truck Camper. He shuddered at the memories of that blood-thirsty creation of Steamhead’s. It was inhuman!
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