[Episode 217062] [Episode 217062]“Well … that was fucking creepy,” muttered one Rocket Grunt as the group made their way out of the Woods.
“He’s always creepy,” shuddered another, having been on more than his fair share of trips into the Woods to debrief Shino. “Though I will admit, him spacing out like that and bleeding from the nose was a bit new.”
“Quiet, you little shits, before I waste you myself,” growled Taro. “I don’t need us found out because you fucking pansies wanna chat about wetting yourselves.”
The Grunts quickly became silent. Sure, the insult might have pissed them off, but that anger was no match for their fear of Taro. He wasn’t expendable; they were.
He was currently thinking of what Aburame had informed him of before the Agent—for the lack of a better term—froze. All the bug-boy muttered was ‘smooth red silk’, whatever that meant. The Assassin was just glad this wasn’t his assignment, hopefully his only trip to these woods as well. But they got the report they needed.
The missing team now had pussies between their legs, turned Hive by the very group they had been sent to pillage. Taro had to admit that if he had the time, he wouldn’t mind going there and teaching those insect girls a lesson, let alone capturing a few of the turned Rocket members, if for nothing else than to see their faces as he Tamed the shit out of them. Giovanni would be upset, but hardly pissed at losing such a team. In Rocket, you either succeeded or you were a sex toy; there was no room for failures. Fools probably thought Aburame would help them. Didn’t those assholes know that the shit’s bug skills wouldn’t work worth a shit near a Buzzqueen?
He had learned a bit about the group the missing bitch they had been sent to investigate ended up with. She was definitely with the Saotome ass, which would be all the better for Taro when he went to ‘personally’ thank the fool for holding onto the skunk slut. Ah yes, he owed Saotome several ‘thank you’ beat-downs from before his disappearance. When I get a hold of that pigtailed fucker, he’ll wish he stayed missing.
But first, they had their second mission to deal with: a scorched-earth assignment, dealing with two fools who had made the very poor mistake of being considered ‘loose ends’ to Team Rocket.
And Team Rocket had one way and only one way to deal with loose ends.
As the group made it to a hidden entrance to the Woods, he paused, spotting several psychic pokégirls in formation. The group’s only job at the moment was to keep the entrance hidden and keep them from being spotted by a possible psychic scan.
This meant that Taro could finally give out the orders. “Okay you limp fuckers,” he started with a sneer, knowing none of them would dare attack him—while hoping one was stupid enough to try, he could really use some venting activities right now, “you all head to Pewtit. I want you to scan the remaining pokégirls of Krankcase and that inbred cousin of his, tested to see if they knew, I want that garage a smoldering pile of cinders with no chance of connection or discovery by noon, and I want any and all evidence we ever used that place reduced to smoke.
“While you worthless shits are doing that—and hopefully not failing miserably—I’ll be heading to visit the fuckers in prison and making sure they don’t talk... ever,” he finished with a sneer. Oh sure, silencing someone in prison wasn’t his usual forte—what with the need for discretion and the non-existent allotment for death and carnage—but it was certainly better than having a psychic scan a few pokégirls and then burn down a garage. Besides, Giovanni informed him that should he go and make any moves towards Saotome before Rocket was ready to deal with him, not only would his serum be gone, but they would turn Taro into a nice little obedient slut.
And he certainly didn’t want to end a winged Milktit, thank you. Thousand Gods knew what they would do to him in Entertainment... although it did give him a nice mental image of perhaps doing it to Saotome when that ass’s time came.
The Grunts nodded quickly—ignoring the perverted leer and the mad cackling of their leader, making their way to the tunnels and their assigned psychics following. Team Rocket did not like procrastinators and did not tolerate anyone who put off their assignment. You gave your all or you became something that was given away.
Taro sneered as they scurried away, little spineless vermin that they were. If it wasn’t something that would get him feminized, he’d squash one of them just for shits and giggles.
Same thing with the psychics, but they needed all of them for the mission. And these girls were some of the best Giovanni had. He might not mind the occasional Bunnygirl getting crushed or ripped to shreds, but he most certainly did mind when pokégirls he had invested a lot into were slaughtered.
Turning, he looked at the trio that remained, three he knew were going to be needed for his own assignment to be completed. Sure, he couldn’t kill anyone himself, not if Rocket was to keep deniability.
But at least he’d be able to watch. “Come on then,” he growled, as he strode to the hidden tunnel, knowing that after they left, a system would kick on and ensure no one saw or used it aside from the next Rocket Grunt sent to gather Aburame’s reports.
Nodoka smiled as she made her way back through the woods to the RV entrance. The Buzzqueen’s report had been very thorough. She had learned everything from Team Rocket’s assault on the Hive, to the battle her son apparently had with an Arachnae—something she would need to work later on to figure out how it wondered into Buggy Woods in the first place, and the worthless motorist that had trashed a path through the forest. The available plant-types with the Hive were already working along the path of destruction, trying to hide it enough so foolish Tamers would not take it.
Not that it would work. Some Tamers would assume it was some secret path leading to something they could use/capture and Tame. But that was not her problem after a certain point. It wasn’t like she could save everyone, at some point the Tamers had to accept responsibility for their own actions, no matter how stupid and self-destructive they were.
Just more cannon fodder for the Hive, just like those Rocket Grunts, she mused as her hand patted the satchel at her side, one that held the identifiable items of said Grunts. These she could turn in, earning a small reward since they were now … MIA and assumed Pokégirl. Who knew; perhaps the guys had bounties on their heads somewhere.
The rest was back at her Research Shelter, where she could work on it later. After all, you never knew what could come stomping through those woods. And if an Arachnae had somehow gotten in, she might need those Elemental Pistols at a later date. Illegal or not, she wasn’t going to be left unprepared because some paid-off political figure decided he’d rather be on someone’s payroll than doing their job.
“Did we truly need all of these botanical products, Mistress?” asked Kinshou.
“Well, it would be rude not to,” replied Nodoka. After all, one simply did not turn down gifts from a Buzzqueen. “Besides, you enjoy bathing with them just as much as I do.” Of course, you don’t get the thrill of sending a nice voyeur into shock from blood loss by doing so. Oh yes, she knew he was watching her again. That was the whole point to using some of the supplies to clean herself up in the outside shower as well as taking care of several personal grooming issues.
Besides, her girls preferred her smooth as a newborn.
Kinshou sighed, recognizing that her Mistress was in one of her moods. Normally she might harbor a bit of resentment at being forced to carry so much—after all, why the hell did they take those two plant-types from the Buzzbreasts if they weren’t at least going to use them as beasts-of-burden. But judging by what her Mistress had done in the shower, it was also very possible she was in for one hell of a Taming that night.
Hopefully this time it wouldn’t involve her Mistress making her child watch and take notes. That didn’t exactly help the mood.
Well, he should have a tent, she mused. Perhaps I can spin things with Mistress so that he can be stuck out there for the night with his harem.
Besides, he has to deal with that now. “Mistress, I know the Cutiepie came willingly, but are your certain that your son will be capable of... dealing with her now, given that he still has yet to fully Bond with his current harem?” she asked, trying not to sound as if she was questioning the boy’s skill. She wanted some pussy tonight, damn it!
“But she’s just so cyuuuuuuuute!” squealed Nodoka, patting the head of the Cutiepie now walking beside them. “And they always got along well with little Ash when he would come here with me. And how can I turn down such an adorable little pokégirl? She so wants to be with my son!”
The bug-type just smiled serenely. Now she could go see the world and so soon after growing out of her pokékit stage. She just hoped the male would be gentle with her. He seemed like the gentle type. She was just lucky that the others were still kits, or they would have tried to take this from her.
Head lowered in resignation, Kinshou continued on. There was going to be no talking her Mistress out of that course of action. “Do we have everything you need?”
“Yes,” smiled Nodoka. “They were even able to give me a nice description of the human females that were with my elder son.” And such lovely girls as well. Granted, the one with the shortest hair seemed to have some anger issues, but surely being saved like she was will change some of that.
I just can’t believe it! My son not only returns to me, but he has a harem of human women with him! Oh joy of joys; he truly is manly!
Though for the life of me, I can’t figure out how he managed to get three women to follow him. Thousand Gods knows it most certainly wasn’t from Genma. The man was barely manly enough for one woman.
But Ranma has three women! Oh, I can already envision the grandbabies and pokékits he’ll be giving me to spoil!
Soon, they had made it to the Gate closest to the RV Park, finding a guard already waiting for them.
“Evening, Ms. Sexum,” said a slightly overweight male named Fred. “Take it you had a good time.”
“Oh, the best,” Nodoka mused with a smile. “Everything was fine at my Research Shelter, though the Buzzbreasts did leave me a little something.”
With that, Kinshou opened the satchel, displaying the Rocket Grunt uniforms and PokéDexes.
“Aw shit,” muttered Fred. “Damned if this isn’t going to keep me in paperwork for a week. Look at all this crap,” he said, pulling one torn jacket out of the bag. “Take it they ain’t Rocket anymore.”
“Oh, I’m sure they’re buzzing about,” smiled Nodoka with a smile. “There should be enough in there to at least identify the morons who sought to ambush the Hive.”
“Have any rewards transferred to your account again, Ms. Sexum?” he asked.
“Of course,” she purred. True, she wasn’t attracted to the guy, not even if he carried a fleshy stick she needed.
It was his moustache. What sort of man in this day and age had a handle-bar mustache? “Take fifteen percent for yourself as well.”
“Thank ya, ma’am,” he said with an honest smile. That was why he liked her so much, always generous with her tips and never caused him any trouble.
“By the way,” Nodoka continued, pulling out a map of Buggy Woods, “some idiot in an RV with attachment barreled through this section here,” she started, marking where the Buzzbreasts had said the RV had damaged the forest. “The plant-types are already trying to repair it, but you know how stupid some Tamers can be.”
“Don’t I know it,” murmured the man. “Hell, that’s how I got me that new home; jackass went in and all they found was his backpack. Lucky for me the fool left his keys in it.” It was one of the perks of working at Buggy Woods: salvage rights.
Smart Tamers would stay to the more protected paths; those with special devices that kept most of the pokégirls from overrunning the place. They went in; either stayed clear of danger areas and made a beeline to where they needed to go. It still gave them plenty of opportunity to get some of the local pokégirls and leave.
Common Tamers went wherever they liked. They’d attack random pokégirls, not even realizing they didn’t see ten for every one they did see, and as a result tended to be overwhelmed. They acted brash and without foresight and often proper preparation.
They also tended to disappear and the only remains usually found were there gear. After all, what use did a bug-type have for instant ramen or expensive backpacks, motor vehicles, medicines and such? None, but they always seemed to leave it where a sweeps could find it, usually along a roadside.
Hell, this month he had gotten a new bike, watch, wallet, and the new Mineko and the Pussycats CD, not to mention the usual sex toys he could find. Ah, his Vixxen so did love those.
Nodoka just nodded and smiled. Poor guy didn’t know that what he got wasn’t the best the foolish Tamers left behind. After all, the pokégirls would always approach her with it first before dropping it along the roadsides. Her Research Shelter was better stocked than most armories, hospitals, and specialty shops combined. She’d been able to sell some of the stuff to afford the TM she used to allow the Buzzqueen to talk human. But if she admitted to the truth, she’d have nothing but ‘surprise sweeps’ of her research area, she’d never get anything done... or good.
“Leaving with a new sample?” he asked, spotting the Cutiepie that clung to Nodoka’s shirt.
“A present for my youngest,” she replied. “He just passed his Tamer’s Exam and I want him to have a familiar pokégirl in his harem. Diversity does make for a better Tamer,” she commented.
“Ah, so Little Ash Sexum finally passed his exam,” smiled Fred. “Oh, I do have some good news on that punk who poisoned him last year, Gary What’s-his-name,” he continued. “Bastard tried to beat the snot out of some guy and rape some human girls in here a few days ago. Heard they gave him a whole new outlook on life,” he said smiling and winking.
That did cheer Nodoka up a bit more. So that little asshole got his dick changed into a pussy… couldn’t have happened to a nicer bastard. She never did care for the Professor’s grandson, even less since she learned he had been the one who gave her youngest that poisoned drink to keep him from taking his exam the previous year. The fact said bully was now of the pokégirl persuasion was icing on the cake. “Well, can’t say I’m upset to hear that, let alone surprised. Gary was always a bit of a…”
“Utter asshole?” asked Fred.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” she replied. “It isn’t nice to speak of the dearly departed... or recently transgendered.”
“Do you know what he became?” asked Kinshou, having an odd feeling.
“Not really,” muttered Fred, scratching his messy hair. “Heard he became some steel-type, but you’d have to ask Professor Stroak about it. They sent the little twit to him after they changed him.”
“I... see,” said the Dominatrix, trying to keep her smile off her face. So that annoying bastard will now be the playtoy of Mistress’s son. Oh, wait until the wolves hear about this. And I doubt the old codger even bothered to check on his grandson, probably doesn’t even know he gave his ‘granddaughter’ to the boy’s nemesis! “Excuse me for a moment, Mistress,” said Kinshou, as she walked off the path and behind several bushes.
“What’s up with he—”
“BWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I would assume she didn’t want to do that in front of us,” muttered Nodoka, hoping to get an answer from her pokégirl before they returned to their RV.
“Well,” growled Nodoka, as she spotted a very familiar RV parked next to her own in the distance, “at least I won’t have to go far to trounce the fool who tore through the woods like that.”
“No fighting,” growled an elderly man near her, who was working hard to shut off a busted pipe.
“Dear me,” said Nodoka in shock. “Marvin, what happened?”
“Some damned fool tore out of here without unhooking his utilities first,” growled the park supervisor. “Now I got to deal with water and an exposed electrical line. Half the people here are gonna want a refund for their utilities because of that ruddy bastard.”
“So charge him the difference,” shrugged Nodoka. “Thousand Gods know you can do it. You’re the only RV park operator I know with a hundred-page contract to sign before they can stay here.”
“Aye, there is that,” muttered the elderly man as his pokégirls worked to fix the damaged utilities. “But still... the ruddy bastard left me with such a fix-it job. I’d like to ring his scrawny neck for making this mess. Asshole’ll never use one of my parks again, I can tell you that,” he grumbled.
Nodoka nodded, glad that her own RV was on the other side of the lot, thus still had its utilities. Cooking dinner over a fire was never one of her strong suits. “Was there any particular reason someone tore ass out of here?” she asked in curiosity. “Nothing got loose, did it?”
“Nah,” muttered Marvin. “Little bitch got yelled at by a Titmouse because he thought his dick could cure a Psi-Dyke. When he decided to punish her for agreeing with the Titmouse, well…” he left off.
Nodoka could only sigh at that. “You know, they really need to add a bit into those Tamer’s License Exams to check for basic common sense. I’m afraid the Darwin Society is running out of funds to pay for their plaques.” The Darwin Society was a group dedicated to proving that society could be more intelligent. As a joke, they promised to fund a basic plaque for those who died in ‘pre-Sukebe Darwin Award Moments’.
Sadly, they had no idea that the numbers of who died were not being exaggerated, but underscored. Luckily, the government helped them out—using it as a tax-right-off.
“So fucking true,” muttered Marvin, as he watched his pokégirl work on the snapped waterline. “Sorry to cut this short, Nodoka; I gotta get this done before these Tamers start needing power to satisfy their girls.”
The redheaded mother of two giggled lightly. Sure, Marvin didn’t flirt with you, but you’d never meet a more brutally honest and upfront man in all the leagues. Nor could one ever oppose his brutally honest bills. Many Tamers often had to leave a League badge—for their current league, not a foreign league—to even stay in the Parks.
And if that guy tore out without even disconnecting his services, odds were that he now needed to go defeat a gym leader again or hoped he had more than he needed.
Oh well, one less idiot making a good enough name for himself to earn some breeding rights. Not like my manly son; a man who has three human women with him, pokégirls aside, and if the Buzzqueen was correct, all three had such good breeding hips… “Well then, I best be off to make sure my youngest has dinner and my oldest is sent a message to wait for me.”
“Oldest? Ya found him?”
Nodoka nodded. “He’s back in Pewtit; somehow winded up here a few days ago with some human girls and a Skunkette.”
Marvin scratched his head. “I think I heard something about that from one of the other parks on the north side of the Woods,” he muttered. “That was your boy?”
Seeing her nod, he continued. “Brave little bastard, taking on a spider-type like that. Too many of these little shits run at the first sign of trouble. Good man, your boy.”
She nodded proudly, as they left the caretaker to his work.
“We should have informed him of the arrogant traveler in the RV, Mistress,” offered Kinshou.
“Perhaps,” said Nodoka. “But Marvin doesn’t have a thing to do with anything that happens inside the Woods. He can only influence things outside of the woods.
“I on the other hand am a Watcher, and as such, I have certain legal abilities to deal with all those who seek to harm protected sanctuaries. And technically speaking, this RV park near the entrance is still part of the Woods.” Her smile only grew as the trio of human woman and two pokégirls made their way to her RV.
However, Nodoka’s righteous fury became complete confusion, as she watched several of the pokégirls in her group including a new Psi-Dyke and Professor Stroak’s assistant Rita, watch as the guilty party’s RV wobbled dangerously, the occasional stressed sound of the support struts undergoing stress could be heard. “Ladies?”
“Welcome back, Mistress,” said Azalea. “Popcorn?”
“It’s got extra butter,” offered Jetta.
“Thank you,” said the confused Watcher, as she took a seat, followed by the other two pokégirls. “May I ask what everyone is watching?”
“Payback,” said Rita.
“Okay,” muttered Nodoka. “Who’s payback?”
Her answer came as the driver’s side door opened, spilling a very familiar naked form out, upside down, foot caught in a seat belt.
“NO MORE!” cried Stroak, as he tried to free himself. Several bruises could be seen on his limbs and around his genitals, as well as several dozen bite marks. “LET ME GO, YOU OBSESSED WOMAN!”
“MOUSEWIFE!” came the dark cry, as a fur-covered arm shot out, grabbing the now free foot, and began to pull the man back into the RV.
“MARYANNE! LET ME GO! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE! FOR THE LOVE OF KY, SOMEONE HELP ME! GIVE ME A HAND!”
The assembled girls who had been watching the show for the last half hour gave a very polite golf-clap.
Stroak’s eyes filled with rage. “Why you—ACK!” he cried, as he was yanked into the RV, the door shutting behind him, restoring silence to the camping lot. Soon, the sounds of the stressed struts returned to the air.
“So... Maryanne evolved,” commented Nodoka.
“It would appear so, Mistress,” smiled Kinshou. Well, that was one method of payback that couldn’t get the neo-Mousewife in trouble. “Though I fear he may soon regret having uttered the phrase ‘KY’ in the presence of a pokégirl in the midst of a Taming Fury.”
Nodoka nodded sagely. “May I ask what sent her into an evolution and her current... state?”
“That would be me,” smiled the Psi-Dyke. “She dealt with my old Tamer. Worthless dick believed he could cure me with his fleshy protrusion, didn’t like that I disagreed, and backhanded me. Though I have to say the bruising was so worth it to see his ass handed to him by a Titmouse.”
Nodoka nodded. Oh, this was bound to be a very interesting story. I wonder if the outside monitoring cameras caught it. “Well my dear, my current harem is pretty full. But we are going to see my eldest child in Pewtit tomorrow, and I know he has three human girls accompanying him. Perhaps one of them would be interested in such a fine quality of pokégirl as yourself.”
The Psi-Dyke raised her left eyebrow. “They sound like breeders.”
“Oh my dear, I doubt my son would force himself on you. And besides, I’ll make certain they understand the unique handling having a Psi-Dyke requires of them. We wouldn’t want them forcing you into a sexual situation with my son just to satisfy any kinks they may have.” Though she did wonder if her eldest was manly enough to woo even lesbian pokégirls. Some lesbian pokégirls didn’t mind if a male watched, but none ever enjoyed a male participating.
Oh well, a mother can dream… “Speaking of my manly children, where is Ash?”
“Peeka,” smiled the Peekabu, as she finished her work. Now, if she could only find the right blush to go with her Tamer’s new hairstyle and outfit. The bra really went well with his eyes.
“Baareeeeegh,” drooled Ash as the sedatives continued to do their work.
Nabiki’s hand slowly reached out from under the covers, trying to find the offending item that was trying to return her to the waking world. It took her several tries before her hand finally landed on it, listen it up, and pulling it under the covers, much like a monster with its prey.
“Ms. Tendo,” came an all too cheerful voice through the phone, “this is the morning wakeup call you requested today to ensure you made it to the Tamer’s Exam held today in Room 13.”
All she could do was growl darkly into the receiver.
“Breakfast will be served for the next two hours, and we have already delivered the wakeup calls to your sisters, as requested. Let us know if you need any further assistance.
“Have a nice day,” was the finally reply before the line disconnected.
It was tempting, oh so very, very tempting to toss the phone against the wall and return to the Land of Nod with dreams of pigtailed lovers and naughty fiancées. The last one with a bound Ukyo had been kind of interesting.
But such wasn’t to be. She needed to get up, get some food, and take the Exam, just as Kasumi would—especially if she wanted those Milktits—and as Akane would—and thus need some extra hands to keep her temper under control, especially if some of the guys like those who accosted Ranma-chan last night were there.
“Ouch,” she hissed, sitting up, hands going to her waist. “Guess I’m still a little sore,” she muttered, wincing as she forced her body to stand up. She was a martial artist’s daughter, so she knew all about how some muscle pains didn’t show up until the next day. So she wasn’t too surprised that she was still so stiff in the morning. “Damn, I had hoped the walk and the soak would have taken care of this,” she murmured, making her way to a standing position, and wincing with every step as she moved towards her bathing supplies.
She was somewhat grateful and disappointed to wake up alone this morning. Granted, with as stiff and as sore as she was, it probably wouldn’t have gone far. But she had enjoyed the actual sleeping at Jolie’s. Now... it wasn’t so bad.
The after-effects however…
“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow,” she repeated, as she made her way to the door. Hopefully another quick soak would at least allow her to walk without wincing in pain throughout the day.
Shutting her door, she turned around, eyes closed and taking in a deep breath. Admitting pain inside her room was one thing—hopefully one thing not being recorded by the voyeuristic nurses that ran this place, but showing it outside was a sign of weakness both her new and old self would never allow. She had to be strong, damn it! She was Nabiki Tendo and was to be feared as such.
“Excuse me.”
“GAH!” Nabiki ‘calmly’ responded, her bath supplies flying in the air as she tripped over herself and fell to the ground, landing on her sore backside.
“Are you okay?” asked Nurse Jill, looking at the injured Tendo.
“Except for my pride,” Nabiki mumbled, trying to stand up and wincing once again. “And my ass,” she hissed.
“I apologize, Ms. Tendo; it was not my intention for you to be injured.”
“Speak of this to no one, destroy the visual records of it, and get me some cream for my aches and pains; we’ll call it even.”
Helping her up, Jill could only smile. “Yes; one never really expects such after effects from their first time taking it up the ass,” she said, her smiling never lowering, despite the fact Nabiki’s face had just gone pale. “But given time and lots of practice, I’m sure you’ll wonder how you ever got along with just plain old normal sex.”
“...And exactly how did you know I got... that?”
Jill winced slightly. Okay, it is probably best not to tell her about her appearance on BoobTube quite yet. Maybe after her test…
Yes, telling her now will only serve to upset her and lessen her chances of passing her Tamer’s Exam. Okay, she knew it was a bullshit excuse, but she could lie to herself, especially after how scary the pure human girl had been when she had learned about the taping of the scene in the bathroom.
Quickly coming to a solution, she just returned to her smile once more, nervousness gone. “Ms. Tendo, I have been a nurse for all of my life. I would like to think I can recognize the actions of one whose had their first experience with anal sex, as well as those who have perhaps been Tamed a bit too hard.
“Nevertheless, I am certain it was an enjoyable experience, since you are not cursing the very existence of the being that shoved their pipe up your ass.”
She fought hard to hide her blush, failing. Nabiki knew enough of how to read people that Jill wasn’t telling her everything. But considering she was hoping to get some balm or whatnot for her rear, she decided to hold off for now.
“There are some numbing creams we do have to speed the process along, help the muscles relax and rebuild quicker. I shall have an assistant drop them off in the bath for you.
“Thanks,” Nabiki said with a sigh. “Did you have anything else you needed to ask?”
“Well... a few of the other staff members were hoping that while your sister was still recovering, if it wouldn’t hamper with his needs to deal with his own harem and you, that we might get some quality Taming time with Ranma as well,” nervously requested Jill.
“So why are you asking me and not him?” wondered Nabiki.
“Oh, that’s easy,” smiled Jill, “we wanted to come to the one in charge of the group. And to be honest, it is pretty obvious that that is you.”
Nabiki slowly nodded, replaying the events of her actions in this world. Whenever a decision needed to be made, it was her; that much was obvious. Perhaps it had something to do with a need for control. She had been the puppet-master in Nerima, making them all dance for her amusement, playing forces against each other for fun or profit, no matter the probable consequences.
And it wasn’t like she could have left it to the others. If she did, Kasumi and Ranma would have spilled everything during their first encounter with Officer Jolie. Not that she was a bad chance to take—a tasty one, actually—but they just didn’t know at the time. Neither of the two were ready to make such decisions right now.
I hope they are soon. Everyone needs to grow up sometime. And it was time for some of the weight to get off my shoulders.
Although, it would seem that Ranma-kun can be taught. Now if we can just get him some more of that spirit outside of sex. “I’ll speak to him of it. He’s pretty much Tamed all of his team except for Cassandra, and I’m pretty sure he’ll end up doing that today.” She was more than sure, as she planned to have the Elf go after him while they were taking their test. As if Saotome was actually going to get to practice today. Next time he practices, it’ll be to help train us.
You know what, I’ll even wear that Kami-awful suit Kasumi got from the market. Though it’ll be fun to see how much I can tease him during it.
“It would be much appreciated, Ms. Tendo,” said the smiling Nurse Joy.
Nabiki nodded. “I take it from yours and Jolie’s reaction that good men are more than hard to find here.”
“You have no idea,” sighed Jill. “Most of them, if they had a clue, they’d be dangerous. The ones who really are any good usually find a Bond-mate quickly enough and drop out of the Taming Game. Most human males that might show some skill and care in the bedroom are so because they are trained to bring out the best in arranged marriages, especially since a divorce will pretty much decimate both families.”
“Huh?”
“Arranged marriages are done on the hope and plan of a permanent bonding. Divorce may not entirely favor the female, but it does enough to cost both sides enough. And if the male is even suspected of trying to have helped along the females shuffling off the mortal coil, I can’t even describe what happens to them,” Jill finished, shivering.
Nabiki nodded, making her own plans to immediately check into those marriage and divorce laws. She had no reason to assume Genma of this world wasn’t as free with his marriage proposals as their Uncle Genma was. Last thing she wanted was some legal technicality biting her in the ass later.
Not that she wanted to marry Ranma at the moment, but she’d rather have the options open. And to be honest, Genma Saotome’s mistakes tended to be the ones no one ever filed paperwork on. “I see,” she replied, thinking carefully. It wasn’t like they could research too well on Genma…
Or could they? “Can you get me as much information available anywhere on the local Ranma and his father?”
“I... should be able to,” replied Jill. After all, it wasn’t illegal if said patient asked you to. Granted, they weren’t the ones of this world, but there was hardly a box for that on the request forms.
“Get them as soon as you can, and I promise you that when Ranma-kun is finished, you’ll be ruined for all other males,” Nabiki replied with a smile. After talking with Jolie, she understood a bit more of this world’s lack of ‘valuable males’. And if perhaps a little nookie from Ranma would smooth things over; who was she to complain?
Though given how I feel, I probably would have worked for a way to include all the remaining fiancées if for nothing else than to give myself some rest time. I mean, Shampoo could fall under the Mistress provisions society allows. And Ukyo would probably be good if Auntie adopted a Ranko Saotome with provisions to allow her into the clan without any past promises from Uncle Baka. Ukyo is registered at school as a boy, after all.
Or is she? I mean, she said after Genma abandoned her, she lived her life as a boy… Ah well, that doesn’t matter at the moment.
Kodachi would be a bit more difficult. But considering even with Mariko, she’s probably the only Kuno that’s going to be able to reproduce, we could have worked something out.
Simply put, I doubt my nether regions could have taken Ranma as his only outlet for sex.
Jill nodded happily. “I’ll do what I can, Ms. Tendo.”
As the Nurse Joy skipped off happily, Nabiki allowed herself a smile. She had managed after all to get something very important without harming anyone. She doubted Ranma would mind Taming a few Joys. Anything to give my own loins some extra time to recover.
I do have to wonder if Kasumi ever felt any issues from her own time with Ranma, or was he too tired from Kiiro and Asrial beforehand. It was no doubt after all that beside Ranma’s morning session with Kiiro and Kasumi, he’d been abstinent all day. And Jolie’s objection had been to ‘cure’ Nabiki of her anger.
“We’ll find out, I guess,” she murmured. “Does make one worried, however, of what Ranma-kun would have been like without someone else to focus his sexual energy on,” she wondered, as she made her way to said pigtailed lover’s room.
Opening the door, she smiled as she felt the smell of sex smack her in the face. True, she had wanted to be part of the event—Ranma plus catgirls would normally have been trouble, what with the Nekoken and all.
However, the Nekoken hadn’t escaped. Once again, it appeared to be contained to a simple act, this time sex instead of sleep. Padding her way into the room gently so as not to aggravate her already bruised nether regions or awaken her target, she made her way to Ranma’s bed.
The sheets were off his body, as well as those of Alice and Cyan, revealing their nude forms to the world. In fact, she was all but certain stills of the image of the sunlight hitting his crotch were being spread out to other Nurse Joys right now, meaning all three or at least Ranma would once again be asked for an autograph session.
Not a bad image. Hell, back in Nerima, I could have easily made 5000 yen just from a photo of that... well, minus the catgirls at least.
Then again, there were always girls who wanted pictures of both sides of Ranma. Guys too... And catgirls do sell…
Smiling, she moved towards the head of the bed, leaning slightly over to avoid the heads of Cyan—who she was closest to—and peeled open Ranma’s left eye.
She didn’t gasp at least when she saw the slitted iris, even in his sleepy state. Well, I guess we know what happened to the Nekoken after sleeping with some catgirls. She did get some feeling of safety that on this world, the Nekoken was becoming something more.
I wonder if this means Ranma-kun will have some control over the Nekoken now, or if perhaps just maybe, he’ll have an affinity for cat-types now. She did wonder how this would affect his later ratings. After all, technically, Ranma was registered as having a blood curse to explain his Jusenkyo Curse. How would this world register the Nekoken, especially if he ever gained some control over it?
And would it mean that they’d have to deal with horny catgirls tracking them down as well as local law enforcement?
Shaking her head, she released his eyelids, her eyes drifting to a certain lower portion of his anatomy, also exposed and highlighted by a beam of sunshine streaming past the curtains.
Licking her lips, she decided that yes, she would gain something from this after all.
With a finally decision, she opened her mouth and lowered herself towards her target: morning wood.
“Now come on, Akane,” smiled Kasumi, as she escorted her little sister to the cafeteria, gently pushing the wheelchair Akane was confined to for her times outside of the recovery room. “You can tell me.”
Akane just continued to blush fiercely, not really believing what her sister was asking her. Her first instinct was to blame Ranma, but she fought it down, as Kasumi had stated she had heard Akane through the door, her and Nabiki listening in to ‘ensure nothing bad happened’.
Eavesdropping under the guise of well-wishes did little to lower the embarrassment factor any. “Can we just drop it?” she begged quietly, hoping no one was listening to them.
“Now sister, we are supposed to share things with each other,” said the smirking Kasumi. Kami, how she missed teasing her sisters. She hadn’t felt like this since their mother passed away.
“Fine then,” said Akane, a smirk growing on her face. “Then you answer first. Have you ever dreamt of sleeping with them?”
“Oh my, yes,” said Kasumi in a pleasant smile. “Though my dreams of Ryoga-kun tend to be him walking in on me bathing or dressing and taking me. And I only had a dream of taking Ranma-chan’s innocence a few times, but that was usually only on the times she showed up topless and dripping wet at the kitchen door,” Kasumi continued to murmur. “And for Ranma-kun… About once a week on average, two-to-three times if breakfast was simple enough and I could watch him work out.
“But together… No, can’t say I’ve had that image,” she finished with a perverted smile. Though I think I’ll have it now…
Akane’s eyes went wide. She had never expected her eldest sister to actually answer that. And this wasn’t something she could blame on this perverted world; Kasumi’s answers had been when they were back home, not now. Man, I never really knew my sister, did I? At this rate, she shuddered at what revelations asking Nabiki might reveal, as it seemed everyone lusted after Ranma at one point or another.
“Now Akane, you can answer it now, since there’s no longer a reason for you to be embarrassed,” admitted Kasumi, setting her sister’s chair beside their reserved table. The food wasn’t set out yet, but there would be enough for the group as well as several prepared meals to take to Asrial and Kiiro afterwards. “Now tell the truth: was Ranma always a male in those fantasies? When he was, did he and Ryoga double-team you in an assault from both sides or from both ends? Where they in charge or were you? Was yaoi involved?”
Akane’s head hit the table lightly, wishing she wasn’t still so sore so she could run away. She absolutely did not want to see this side of her sister. She did not want to admit anything about her naughty dreams, dreams which seemed to increase and take on whole new dimensions thanks to all the studying she had to do for that stupid test. If anyone ever asked—and damned if her sister already hadn’t—she would deny and only admit that this world and the painkillers made her say such things.
Before Kasumi could continue her interrogation, the youngest Tendo was saved by the arrival of the remainder of their group. Cassandra entered pushing a cart filled with the food for their breakfast. Nabiki entered ahead of Ranma and the catgirls, a smile on her face, angry glares on the Cheetit and Shadowcat, and a nervous blush on Ranma’s.
“Oh Nabiki, you seem to be in a good mood this morning,” stated Kasumi with a slight surprise. She figured she would have had to force the teen out of bed using an air horn and a pitcher of ice water. The fact her sister was up and about before 7:30 am local time and fully alert without the aid of coffee was a major shock.
“Oh, you know me, Sis,” Nabiki replied with a smile and licking her lips. “Granted, I was about ready to kill my wakeup call, but then I had a nice milkshake and I feel like I can take on the world,” she finished with a catlike lick of her lips and a sultry smile directed at Ranma.
Akane never saw his blush as she was in front of him turned away. Otherwise she would have seen his blush grow.
“That was Master’s morning milkshake,” grumbled Cyan. “And he made it for us to have.”
“Ranma makes milkshakes?” asked Akane, trying to get her chair to turn to face the group, stopped by Kasumi’s hands holding the brakes down.
“Delicious milkshakes,” replied Nabiki with an honest smile. “Some of the best I’ve ever had. Don’t you agree, Kasumi?”
The eldest Tendo just gave her usual innocent smile. “Oh yes, Ranma-kun’s milkshakes are the best. They even go well with the juices available here,” she finished. Oh yes, they were even better mixed, but she wasn’t about to say that.
Timing was best after all, and if Nabiki was going to play this game with her, it wouldn’t do to put everything into her first shot.
As the group sat down at the table, Akane turned to Ranma. “Can you make me one of those milkshakes?” she asked innocently.
Ranma nearly passed out right there. Sure, he was more experienced. But there were certain things he had yet to accept about Akane and would most likely continue to do so until after they had been intimate. It was only Alice’s quick hand grab that kept him from falling out of his seat.
“Gees, Ranma, you must really need those shakes in the morning,” grumbled Akane under her breath.
“You’ll have to forgive Master,” smoothly said Alice. “Cyan and I did tend to push him to his limits last night. We may have pushed him a bit too hard.”
“Milkshake was ours,” grumbled Cyan again. Damn it, it was supposed to be their time with their Master, and then that Tendo girl waltzes in while they’re sleeping and gives their Master a blowjob.
“Well when can I get some?” asked Akane, still unclear about the game going on between her two sisters. For the moment, she felt it best to pretend she hadn’t heard the black catgirl admit that they wore each other out in a night of lustful passion; baby steps after all.
“Well, you can’t have any right now,” offered Kasumi. “You know the rules about your recovery.”
Akane sulked, thinking that her sister was referring to the dietary requirements she was under, not the ‘no nookie for two weeks’ requirement.
“But I’m sure when your physically able, Ranma will make a milkshake just for you,” offered Nabiki with a smile. “Won’t you, Ranma?”
“Um... sure,” he said, head down, not trusting his body language or ability to lie at the moment.
“Thanks,” Akane said with a radiant smile.
Ranma let out a breath of air he hadn’t even realized he had been holding. Man, I swear they’re trying to get me killed, he mentally complained, not yet ready to face and glare at the girls in question for their little stunts with Akane.
“Who knows,” said girl continued, “maybe I’ll get them everyday since they seem to be so good for Nabiki,” Akane finished.
“Ranma, why are you hitting the table with your head?” asked Akane with worry.
“Stress,” he mumbled. I gotta get out of here today and go work out. Being around these girls is really messing with my mind!
“Well, eat up everyone,” sighed Nabiki, not wanting to push Ranma anymore—not if it risked premature exposure to Akane or could lead to damage in their relationship. “We got our tests. Cyan, can you and Alice run the food to Asrial and Kiiro. I don’t know if the place has a working shower, but you might want to take those extra spandex suits Kasumi bought yesterday with you.”
“Sure thing,” waved off Alice. She had been hoping to perhaps get her fresh serving of morning milk, but she understood that the Alpha had been busy all night, so too had the mouse girl. Add to that how happy the Alpha would be to have some fresh food and clothes… I may just jump her right there. Now, where did I hide the beads in the RV?
Nabiki turned to face Cassandra, smiling at the Elf.
The pokégirl mouthed a quiet ‘thank you’ as she dug into her food. Her time had finally come, and with the women busy and the pokégirls working on the RV, she would be all alone with her Master. She even had the perfect outfit to surprise him with. Now if only she could get him out of the sterile Pokécenter and out into the—
“I’ll be out back practicing,” said Ranma, slowly eating his food, not noticing Cassandra quickly mutter a thankful prayer. “It’ll be nice to get some practice done after all of this.” Oh yes, he needed to work on some moves, perhaps practice the Yamasenken, especially since some pokégirls could just shrug off his chi attacks like small pebbles. I’ll never be caught like that again…
“And we have the test in about an hour,” said Nabiki, looking at the clock on the wall.
“I can’t believe they actually have tests for this,” growled Akane.
“Now Akane, most businesses do have any prospective employee take a test to ensure they are at least mildly qualified for that particular field of work,” said Kasumi.
“Please,” muttered Nabiki. “The equivalent for this test is asking the person who still needs to have their hands and feet bare to be able to count to twenty, to work as a bank manager.
“I swear that it’s almost like they want all the idiots out there to get killed,” she muttered. “No offense Akane, but I’ve already run into more than enough guys here who make Tatewaki look like a literal rocket scientist and a Casanova.” A smile grew on her face. “Ranma can back me up on this.”
“Huh?” asked the pigtailed boy.
“JigglySlut,” said the smirking Mercenary.
SNAP!
Ranma blinked as he looked down at the snapped-apart knife he had been using to cut his meat.
“I take it there is a story to go with that,” asked Akane.
“I’ll tell you after the exam,” said Nabiki.
“I just hope we all pass,” said Kasumi worriedly. If she didn’t get a good enough grade, the guy from Fortune Farms might not be willing to sell her that Milktit.
“We’ll do fine,” assured Nabiki. “You’ve been studying like crazy, all Akane’s had to do is study because of her injuries, and I think I can handle whatever they throw my way. I’m sure there won’t be any surprises.”
Many from Nerima knew better than to openly tempt Fate like that. No matter the universe, Fate will always take the challenge.
This is why Nabiki paused as she caught sight of an older woman through the windows of the Cafeteria, which happened to be right near the entrance of the PokéCenter. Of all the damned people…
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