[Episode 217879] [Episode 217879]
“Nabiki...” Akane whispered over to her sister as she looked over to the male sitting at the desk to her right. She could hardly accept what she was seeing.
Knowing all too well what was spooking her youngest sister, the middle Tendo sibling whispered to her, “Don’t worry about it. I know what you’re thinking but don’t worry about it...”
Akane wouldn’t hear of it thought. “I’m telling you Nabiki,” she said in a low tone of voice that belied conspiracy. “That kid looks awfully familiar.”
Rolling her eyes, the brunette with a pageboy haircut told her youngest sister, “Just drop it, okay Akane?” She looked over to the certain individual that was bothering her sister’s state of mind... and honestly, bothered her a little as well.
Tapping his pencil on the desk, the blonde whiskered boy with orange jumpsuit was obviously becoming impatient sitting there. “Just you wait, Branohagakure...” he mumbled to himself. “When I return to the Village Hidden in the Bras, I’ll be a Master Pokégirl Tamer and then I’ll become the next WHORE-KAGE!”
It was then that the eldest Tendo that was stuck sitting behind Nabiki leaned forward and whispered, “You have to admit, it certainly looks like that nice Naruto boy from said manga. Do you think it could be him, Nabiki?”
Nodding her head rapidly, the youngest of the three sisters replied, “It has to be! I mean, this place has perverted... poké-things...” she replied slowly. “What’s to say this alternate dimension can’t have other things of other stuff we know...” although not being active in many interests outside of martial arts, she wasn’t sure she’d catch them. However, she was pretty certain she would recognize something from Dragon Ball Z if she saw it at least. Fortunately for her sanity, she’d yet to come across anything like that.
Sighing as she knew this day wasn’t going for the best, the youngest Tendo promised herself that she would see to it she treated herself to a nice drink after she got her grades; either for celebration or to at least dull the pain of failing a test that most likely was going to deal with sex!
However, any thoughts of testing or possibility of why Naruto Uzumaki existed here was replaced by other thoughts of wonderment and FUBAR as the door to the back of the room opened, causing all Tendo girls to gawk in awe. While for Akane, it was over how tall and buxom the woman was; for Kasumi and Nabiki, it was about how that there was yet ANOTHER Naruto-verse analogue here besides that of the kyubi kid himself... although it wasn’t so much a surprise for Nabiki, as she’d caught sight of the woman earlier. She just didn’t expect her to be in the room as well!
Making her way to the front of the room, the woman turned about sharply, glaring about at the room of rejects and woman. “Alright you brats,” she started, slamming her hand on the desk, “let’s see if you have the skills and abilities to be Tamers! I’ve read over your files before this started and let me be the first to say I don’t have high hopes for any of you munchkins.”
Leaning forward, the eldest of the Tendo sisters whispered to her sister, “Nabiki, that woman looks just like Tsunade from Naruto.”
Nodding her head slowly, the middle Tendo sibling tried to suppress a groan as she realized what this woman would be here for. “I know Kasumi, I know. I so need a drink...” she whined to herself. Maybe the analogue from the Naruto manga would be understanding enough to let her get sloshed before taking this test?
“Okay you class of pathetic Pokégirl Tamer wannabes...” the blonde continued as she stared over the collected excuse of teenagers, ages twelve through twenty. “You should know how this is going to go. You have those blank scan-tron sheets on the table before you. Write your name up top and then you fill in bubbles as we go along with this farce. Now before we begin, are there any questions?”
A dozen hands shot up into the air.
Looking over the group of would-be-Tamers, the foreign Exam Proctor pointed out to them, “Need I remind you that none of these questions are to be about my tits?”
Every-single hand went back down to their desks.
The woman’s left eye twitched. “All right you little dicks... let’s begin this test. Remember to mark the little bubble you think would be the correct answer so you can hopefully get that pokégirl of your dreams or whatever it is you’re out to accomplish... although if any of you get over fifty-percent on this, I’ll be surprised.” Holding up her test book, she told them, “All right, question number one! What pokégirl should be avoided at all costs? A: Widow? B: Mantis? C: Zombabe? D: Cocooner? Or E: Run the FUCK away from all of them you stupid little shits!” The buxom blonde lowered her paper to look at the group. “Remember, mark only ONE bubble!”
Raising an eyebrow, Nabiki wondered how no one could get this. Looking over to the side for a moment, she had to fight to not bang her head on the desk as not only a number of the students but Akane actually seemed to need to mull over the test!
When enough time passes, the woman looked back down to her test book. “All right then, question number two,” Tsunade continued. “You only have 15 slc left to your worthless name. You find a Diner that serves breakfast for 6 slc, lunch for 4 slc, and dinner for 5 slc. What do you do? A: Save up to get more money? B: Have breakfast, lunch and dinner for one day? C: Have dinner for three days? D: Have lunch for three days? Or E: FUCK that restaurant and buy yourself fifteen pack cases of ramen for 1 slc each and eat for a month!!!”
The blonde child of Kitsune pokégirl ancestry grinned. Oh this was an easy one! What else did one need besides ramen? He filled in bubble ‘E’ of question #2, knowing in full confidence it was the right answer!
Seeing Naruto scribbling down an answer quickly, the blonde proctor let out a breath of relief. At least he had THAT much common sense. “All right, meat-heads, question number three. Your pokégirl has been a very, VERY bad girl. She lost a PokéBattle. What should you do? A: Discipline the unruly pokégirl? B: Let the other Tamer take her PokéBall in salvage; it’s cheaper than giving out 1,000 slc? C: Work the pokégirl harder to make her stronger? D: Whore her out to make up for any slc you lost? Or E: All of the aforementioned options are acceptable?” She looked up from her test book and frowned. “MISS TENDO! EYES ON YOUR OWN PAPER!”
Squeaking out in surprise, Akane jumped up in her seat. Looking up at the angry woman she tried to explain, “I wasn't looking at his paper! I was-”
“Trust me,” she told the young woman. “If you want to past this test you will NOT cheat off of Mister Uzumaki! Do you want to fail like he’s going to? He doesn’t know shit!” She smirked. “Believe it!”
Raising his head, the blonde shouted, “HEY! I know what I’m doing! I’ve taken this test three times already! I’m sure I’ll pass it this time around!”
Eyes widening in shock at the woman assuming she was cheating, she continued to try and explain, “But Proctor, I-”
Tsunade cut her off. “Listen I know you got Ranma as your sponsor but don’t think even dare think, that because Saotome and I owe each other a few favors that I’m going to go easy on you,” she said seriously. “I’ll overlook this now but eyes on your own test or else I’m booting your cute little crippled ass out of here? Comprendé?” Her glare dared the girl to say otherwise.
Gulping nervously, the youngest told her, “Yes ma’am.” She lowered her gaze back to her paper, prepared to continue taking her test but in the back of her mind she couldn’t help but be curious. What did she mean Ranma and she owed each other favors?
Slamming her head down on her desk, Nabiki wanted to cry, she really did. Damn it! Apparently the Ranma native to this universe knew Tsunade! Dear Kami in the heavens, please, please, pretty PLEASE don’t let them end up traveling together with her or that Naruto! This world was bad enough as it was!
Waiting for things to calm down a bit amongst the test takers, the blonde finally held up her test book again. “All right now! Question number four...”
Staring wide-eyed, the Shadowcat watched in awe as her Alpha made a Snorlass of herself as she dug into the meal Kasumi had put together for her and Kiiro; fingers tearing into meaty sandwiches and bowl of fruit salad. “Woah, Alpha Asrial... you’re ravenous today...”
Nodding her head, Cyan added, “Alpha Asrial... I may believe that speed is life but even I like to slow down for a good meal!”
Asrial stopped only to grab a water bottle and take a big gulp of it, washing the food down her throat. “Ah!” She gasped out for air. Looking over to the two Cat-types, she told them, “Yeah, I know. But damn, I haven’t had anything to eat in awhile and I’ve been working since last night!”
“You haven’t slept?” Alice asked in a surprised tone of voice. While impressive and showed the woman was dedicated, it couldn’t have been good for the girl’s health or state of mind.
Shaking her head, the blonde skunk-girl replied, “I took a two hour nap with Kiiro this morning. The good thing is we just need to let the new electrical system finish their self-calibration routine.” She gestured over to the open engine hatch with her hand; a diagnostics computer was computing a read-out. “This sucker should now be able to handle over double the power output without a hitch thanks to my modifications.”
Nodding her head as she tried to make sense of what she was being told, Alice asked her, “So you’re saying the RV will be able to run properly now even with all the modifications you made to it?”
“Precisely,” the Salusian of Imperial Birth replied. “Took some major doing though. I literally had to manipulate the engine’s combustion chambers so that it can convert black water faster AND make sure that energy doesn’t build up to dangerous proportions but is going to where it’s needed to power all aspects of the RV; those present to begin with and my new additions.” She grinned. “Think of it this way. We were getting a good a hundred miles or so to the gallon. Now to keep the RV running smoothly, we’re doing two-hundred fifty.”
The Shadowcat stared at her with a wide-eyed gaze. “S-seriously!?”
Grinning with pride, Asrial told her, “Of course! Plus with the almost tripled output, we can use the major appliances while the vehicle is in motion unlike most RV’s, which much watch their battery output when using the appliances and so forth, the stationary batteries have four-times the usual capacity! Plus I added some extra solar cells for storing any extra juice and for when the engine’s going, I added some perpetual actuators that will recycle the energy to a modest degree, allowing for extended usage.”
Having listened to her Alpha’s explanation, now it was the Cheetit pokéwoman that spoke up. “So say, for example, if Mistress Kasumi is using the cooking stove, someone’s jacked into the computer port and we have the TV running... it won’t effect the drive-battery?”
Giving the spotted feline woman a firm nod of her head, Asrial happily replied, “Yep!”
Cyan whistled. “Wow... no more having to line everyone up to use the bathroom for added energy anymore...”
Nodding her head to that, the Salusian princess admitted, “That’s true. And while I could’ve done better if I had the right stuff, this garage was a gold mine of usable goods plus our ‘extras’ we found downstairs will ensure our protection.” She blinked her eyes as a realization came to her. “Oh! I also forwarded the necessary paper-work to Ranma’s PokéDex with an e-mail asking him to talk this over with Nabiki since she should know the money and legal hassles better than anyone else right now.”
Blinking her eyes, the Cheetit continued to question, “How’d you do that with your scanner?”
“Oh, I took some... PokéDex parts I found in some bins and added some features besides net surfing." Asrial smirked. Ah yes, nothing like a Salusian-cobbled, under the radar PokéDex. Now she could keep herself up to date and not worry about having to trip any sort of important League sensory equipment. Lord knew she didn’t want them tracking an unregistered ‘Tamer’ or to get any ‘Tamer Call Outs’. That would lead to way more hassle than she needed at the moment!
Considering her Alpha’s explanation, the Cheetit nodded her head slowly. “Nifty,” Cyan replied, smiling widely.
“Nifty and crafty,” Alice agreed. Boy, this Alpha of hers really was something! True she seemed so... inexperienced with sex but she sure as nine hells knew her way around technology!
Accepting the praise from the two Cat-types that were going to be her ‘Harem-sisters’ for some time to come, the blonde skunk-girl turned to the yellow mouse-type. “Kiiro! What’s the read-out on the calibration say now?”
The Peekabu turned to the small computer terminal; checking the read-out on screen of the device plugged into the engine. “We have fifteen minutes until full-calibration!”
Grinning widely Asrial told her, “Excellent!” Oh yes, she couldn’t wait to get the new and improved RV running. It was going to be the be-all and end-all of Team Rocket slaying devices! Look out you pesky pokégirl thieves! Mama Asrial was going to lay the smack-down on your pathetic asses!
Bringing a block of cheese to her mouth, the Electric-type pokégirl swallowed the mouthful of Fortune Farms dairy product. “So Alpha Asrial...” Kiiro chimed in. “Once this is done, will you get to making us some ‘toys’?”
That made both Cat-types’ ears perk up with interest. “Toys?” Cyan repeated curiously. “What’s Kiiro talking about?” The Cheetit inquired as she leaned in to get a good look at her Alpha, putting her focus on the Salusian.
To the trio of gazes she received, Asrial sweat-dropped at the sudden attention on her. No she hadn’t forgotten saying she’d try, she was just still unsure about it. “Um... I still need to research how they’re made in the first place before trying my hand but I’ll see what I can do,” she told the gathered pokégirls, hoping that would be enough to appease them for the moment.
“Aww... okay,” Kiiro said in an understanding fashion, resigning herself to the fact she’d have to wait for her Alpha to get used to such technology. However her ears and thunderbolt-shaped tail soon perked up as she realized, “Does this mean we get to help you ‘research’ them!?”
Twitching as she realized what that would possibly entail, after a moment of thought, the Salusian relented. “I guess that wouldn’t hurt. I mean until recently I never touched sex toys,” Asrial admitted. Back on her world, she’d used her fingers but never an inanimate object, phallus shaped or not!
To that promise, Alice grinned wider. “That’s what I love about you, Alpha... besides your wonderful ass, I mean.” She earned a chuckle from the mouse pokégirl and feline pokéwoman. “You’re always willing to take one for the team.”
Asrial twitched as she knew what these girls were implying. “Can we please just drop the ass stuff? Mine’s still sore and NO! I am not going to let you kiss it ‘better’!”
The trio of pokégirls, cats and mouse seem to deflate at that last part being mentioned. “Awww...” all three seemed to echo as they moaned at the unfairness of it all.
Rolling her eyes at the immaturity of these genetically-modified sex-pets, Asrial mumbled, “Maybe later but not now.” She then raised her voice to a more audible tone. “I’m still working and I haven’t showered today!” Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the group of gathered woman. “And anyone who makes any skunk remark gets it!”
Pouting, it was Kiiro that spoke up. “But Alpha Asrial,” the Peekabu tried to get her to see reason. “We like it when you’re stinky. You smell of sex and lustfulness!” She grinned. “And we like you smelling lusty!” The mouse-type began to churr happily.
Slapping herself on the face, Asrial groaned in annoyance. “Oi vey... if anything, I smell like machine oil.” Bringing her hand down, she looked around at the gathered pokégirls and woman. “Don’t get me wrong! When I’m being sexy I like to smell lusty. It’s just that... eh... forget it...” she mumbled, trailing off. “The calibrator should be ready soon. I’m going to go check my power armor. I had it charging its power cells all night,” she told the trip before turning about going into the RV itself.
The Shadowcat, Cheetit and Peekabu looked at each other for a moment. Holding out their hands for a minute, they did a quick game of Rock-Paper-Scissors. Alice and Kiiro pouted as while they’d both chosen rock, Cyan had drawn paper. Grinning, the Cheetit hummed happily as she made her way into the RV. She may have missed out on her “morning milkshake” to the sneaky Nabiki, (who’d greedily had him most of the day) but perhaps she could at least help lighten the Alpha’s attitude.
Making her way into the RV, the tall pokéwoman had to make her way to the main ‘living’ area of the RV; eyes gazing over the modified set of SWAT gear which was done up with armor plating and an attached armament. “Wow... did you do that yourself?” She asked curiously.
“You got that right,” Asrial replied with a smirk as she plugged her Scanner/PDA/PokéDex into a slot within the armor and ran a system scan. “Ah... just ‘poifect’... and I calibrated the weapons this morning...” she nodded her head, pleased with herself. “Yep... this baby is ready to blow the fuck out of N-E-THANG dumb enough to cross us!” She rubbed her hands together. “Muwahahahaha! Nobody’s screwing with this crew without a death-wish!”
Cyan smiled at her Alpha’s cheeriness. “I’m glad you got something kick-ass together but there’s really something important we need to talk about Alpha Asrial...” the pokéwoman told her in a slow, calm tone of voice.
Blinking her eyes, Asrial turned around, her attention now on the Cheetit. “Sure. What’s up, Cyan?” The Salusian asked as she set her scanner down on the table with the armor.
“You’re not really doing anything wrong,” the Cheetit told her Alpha seriously. “You’re very smart and competent with a number of things but there’s something you’re lacking...”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, it was a confused Salusian of imperial birth that asked, “Come again?”
Sighing, the older Cheetit told her, “You need to realize you’re very desirable Alpha. I mean you’re very beautiful and sensual no matter what you think. We all think that and feel a strong attraction to you.”
Raising an arm, Asrial rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. “Well I know I’m attractive and it’s obvious you girls dig me... I’m just... well, I’m not big on my ass being a major focus. I mean, you need to remember my first time getting anal WASN’T consensual and well...” she blushed. “My butt’s tight and taking anything in is sort of a not-so-nice feeling. At least you aren’t trying to bring up... that thing!” Her facial featured scrunched up at the memories of that damned Hillsfar Heavy Penetrator.
Cyan smiled in understanding. “So you like the attention but you don’t like how everyone’s become so focused on that delicious booty of yours.” It wasn’t a question.
“No, I don’t mind the attention,” Asrial admitted. “But I’m just not used to it of this nature.” The Salusian blushed as she thought of how everyone was so damn focused on her ass.
Nodding her head slowly, the Cheetit asked, “Well if you want to get the attention off your butt for a time, I have a suggestion.” She motioned towards the bathroom. “Come. I want you to look into the mirror.”
Looking over the feline pokéwoman for a moment, the Salusian of imperial birth tried to decide if this was some sort of trick or not. “Oka~aaaay...” Asrial said slowly as she followed her towards the RV’s bathroom.
Letting her Alpha walk in first, the Cat-type pokéwoman followed in, flipping the light switch before closing the door behind her. Walking over to stand behind Asrial, she turned the Salusian towards the mirror. “What do you see?” She asked the blonde skunk-girl.
Staring at her reflection for a moment, the blonde alien royalty replied, “I see myself, slightly greasy from working but I still have some cuteness.”
“You should be seeing a very hot, sensual down-to-earth pokégirl before you...” she said seriously, her hands unzipping Asrial’s jacket, letting her bra-clad breasts bounce a bit. “An exotic pokégirl with an awesome set of tits that demand some serious attention.” Her hands gripping onto the bra-cups, she pulled them down, exposing the Salusians’ white-furred breasts.
Eyes going wide as her mammaries were bared, the Salusian became flushed throughout her face; red showing up through her fur. “Ah-ah... Cyan?”
Smiling, the Cheetit told her in a hushed tone, “Let me finish.”
Pouting a little, Asrial finally mumbled, “Oh fine...”
“Do you see yourself? You have a set of tits a good deal of pokégirls, human women and men would literally kill for. You want to command attention, then make sure the attention is on your fantastic front rather than your beautiful back.” She hefted Asrial’s breasts a bit, index fingers pressing into her nipples and rubbing them in circular motions. “Perhaps you might want to think of enhancing the appearance of these beauties.” Smiling as she had the Salusian panting for breath, the Cheetit continued. “Tell me, Alpha Asrial... have you ever thought of... nipple piercings?”
Shaking her head from side-to-side, the blonde Salusian told the Cheetit, “Nuh-not really. One of my younger sisters got one. Besides a scolding she said they hurt like hell.” Even as the pokéwoman continued to massage her tits, Asrial relented, “But I get what you’re saying. I’m a beauty. But I know that!”
Grinning, the older female asked her younger Alpha, “But you don’t seem comfortable with your sexuality.”
Blushing a bit more, Asrial admitted, “Um... that’s mostly because until recently, it was never on my mind.”
“Then this would be a good step for you. I think you’d not only look great with them, Alpha but that they’d be an outlet for you to experiment sexually...” the Cheetit purred into Asrial’s ear. “And that goes especially if you let Master do it to you.” Her hands slowly released the woman’s breasts and slid down her taut belly. Hands coming to a stop at the Salusian’s belt, she undid the buckle, the button and then unzipped the fly, pulling her pants and panties down just to above mid-thigh. “And look at this...” she said as her hand pressed along her mound and she spread two fingers, spreading the Salusian’s labial folds. “Do you see that nub there at the top?”
Trying to suppress a shudder as Cyan exposed her more, the Salusian did her best to keep herself cool, calm and collected. “I know what it is; I know basic biology,” Asrial remarked. It wasn’t that she minded the undressing, (she needed to change into a cleaner set of clothes anyway) but she was starting to wonder what the Cheetit was getting at... or if she was simply being played for ‘fun’ again.
“Well...” Cyan began to whisper into her ear. “You can get that pierced as well...” she grinned at the look of shock on the skunk-girl’s face. “Just think... a trio of piercings... studs, bars, rings or whatever... you would have all the attention on your front. Getting to your ass would become an afterthought.”
Her jaw moving up and down wordlessly for a moment, Asrial finally brought herself to speak. “Uh... well uh... geeze...” she took a deep breath to try and get her train of thought back on track. “That’s... I mean, wouldn’t that, you know... HURT!?”
Nodding her head slowly, the Cat-type pokéwoman admitted, “It does. However, the pain fades and after it can be... tweaked in interesting ways to stimulate pleasure.” Cyan told her Alpha, purring into her ear.
Shivering as she thought about just what could be done with a set of piercings, the Salusian told her, “I don’t know if I’d want to pierce my goods.” Asrial shivered more as Cyan started to pet her there a little bit. “I mean... I just.... nrgh...” her body shuddered more as the Cheetit continued to rub along her slit. Turning her head and giving her a light glare, she told the Cheetit, “Cyan... you’re enjoying this more than should be legal.”
Grinning like the cat that ate out the canary, Cyan told her, “I know I am... but so are you, I think.” She kissed the Salusian’s neck as her left hand slowly rubbed back and forth along the skunk-girl’s moist furry mound. “You would look so pretty with silver rings, I think...” she said as her right hand gently twisted and turned the Salusian's right nipple between her thumb and index finger.
“Ahhh...” Asrial gasped out, squirming at the Cheetit’s touch. “Okay, you sold me. I’m drop dead gorgeous. I’m not urgh yeah...” she moaned as the pokéwoman rubbed her clit in an oh-so-pleasurable way. “I’m not trying to be a prude but I do need to finish the tweaks to the RV so that we can be done with it. You all can enjoy me and me you all, all right? Plus if you keep this up...” the Salusian then added. “I can’t get to my toy research with all this RV stuff still needing to be tackled.” Asrial sing-songed, hoping it would get the pokéwoman to finally release her.
Purring, Cyan licked along the rim of Asrial’s ears, her fingers continuing to press into and tease the Salusian’s erogenous zones. “That would be wonderful, Alpha. Thank you.” She brought her hand from the princess’ breast to her chin. Turning the skunk-girl's head, the Normal/Fighting-type pokéwoman kissed her Alpha on the lips.
However, as the two women shared a kiss, there was a sudden ruckus coming from outside followed by the voices of not only the pokégirls shouting but that of... unfamiliar male voices?
“Wuh-what the fuck!?” Asrial exclaimed, mentally shifting gears and going on alert as she gently pushed the pokéwoman back. She stuck her head out of the bathroom, ears straining as she heard further yelling. “...That can’t be good. Cyan stay here,” Asrial commanded as she quickly pulled her clothing back on before heading to the living area of RV, intent on grabbing her power armor off the nearby work table. “I really hoped I wouldn’t need to field test this yet...”
Heian Shodon, a style of kata while very simplistic was just what Ranma needed to clear his mind; something ingrained into muscle memory that he didn’t have to concentrate on performing. After viewing his PokéDex and seeing a couple of e-mails from the same woman... both of which were accompanied by zip files filled with pictures of her that were very graphic in nature; with neither e-mail copying any images... he needed a chance to unwind and vent the now built up frustration and hormones.
From a starting stance, Ranma turned to his left, left knee forward and punching down with his left arm. He moved quickly with a step forward, right knee protruding out as his right fist punched straight out.
An about face turn came next as the motions repeated, except the downward punch and extended leg started off on the right. His left leg closed the distance with his right leg as his right arm crossed over his chest, raised up and came down again as a hammer blow. He then rocketed forward with a flying strike with his left fist, crossing considerable distance.
Coming to land, he stepped forward with his right leg once more and punched straight out with his right fist. Again, distance was crossed as he stepped forward dominantly with his left leg and struck upwards with his left arm, his right one crossing beneath it to make a cross-block maneuver. Both arms came down and he stepped forward with his right leg again, right arm punching upward, left leg stomping forward and punching upwards with his left arm.
Sweat glistening on his brow, the pigtailed martial artist turned about once more, striking out with his right leg in a roundhouse before coming down to stomp forward with it and punching forward. His left leg stomped down for balance as he struck out with his left fist. Again, he moved forward with his right, right arm extending forward as he punched up. With his right knee still extended, he quickly struck out with both arms, punching downward.
Back-flipping, the Pokégirl Tamer landed effortlessly on both feet before turning quickly to his right, stomping forward and punching with his left arm this time. His left leg stomped forward and his right arm punched forward. Both arms to his sides for a moment, his left arm quickly crossed over his chest as he turned to his left, left leg forward and left arm extended, palm up rather than making a fist. He then hopped forward landing with his right leg in front and his right arm extended, his hand open and palm pushed out.
Breathing deeply, the heir of the Saotome School of Martial Arts prepared to finish up. Turning to his left, feet firmly planted to the ground and both arms at his sides, Ranma let off a yell. Back-flip, followed by back-flip, followed by back-flip, he spun about in mid-air as he tucked his legs close to his body suddenly before just kicking out his legs. His feet hit the ground hard and stopped his suddenly spinning as he struck out to his sides with both arms. His right arm falling to his side, his left arm quickly crossed over his chest as his left leg extended forward and left arm shot out, palm up. His left arm then falling to his side, his right arm quickly crossed over his chest as his right leg stepped past his left and right arm finally reached out, palm raised up as well.
Finally he brought both feet together and arms dropped to his side. Letting out a deep breath, Ranma lowered his head. “Okay, that was something,” he thought as he worked to calm himself down. Getting training in was something he enjoyed and it gave him time to clear his mind, something which he really needed with all that was going on lately.
However, even as he tried to empty his mind, (something Nabiki might joke already was) the pigtailed martial artist’s concentration was broken with a realization. Was he hearing applause?
Raising his head, the Asian martial artist caught sight of his pokégirl standing there. The blonde Elf had a smile on her face as she clapped her hands together. “Wow, Master,” she told him, awe evident in her voice. “That was amazing! You’re as good as an AmazonChan!”
Ranma raised an eyebrow. “An... AmazonChan?” He asked curiously. “What? Are you saying that there’s a culture of Amazon pokégirls or something that hang out in one area in a female-dominated society?”
Nodding her head slowly, the petite Plant/Magic-type replied, “Oh there’s all sorts of tribes and groups of pokégirls like that. Yes there are some AmazonChans that make up a group like that but I was referring to your form being not unlike them being martial power houses.”
A sweat-drop slowly rolling down the side of his head, Ranma chuckled nervously. Apparently this was something he’d need to share with Nabiki. “So... you think I’m a good martial artist?” He asked, always enjoying a chance to stroke to his ego.
Cassandra smiled at her master as she honestly replied, “I haven’t been able to see you fight very often but your form is... very fluid. Your body control is very precise, few flaws...” she shrugged. “Then again, I’m not an expert. This is just my observation,” the Elf stated modestly. “But those... those katas, right?” When Ranma nodded his head in confirmation, she continued. “I can see your katas are not those of a novice. They’re obviously practiced and well... to be frank with you Master, it’s obvious to me you didn’t get the muscles you have or that nicely toned six-pack by being lazy or not good at working out. It’s obvious to me you’ve disciplined your body, especially since you can pack away almost as much food as a Snorlass.”
Ranma nodded his head. “I try to stay in shape and keep my senses, body and reflexes sharp... haven’t really had a chance to practice anything since getting here. I’ve been busy with Akane, taking care of everyone, the Tamings, the...” he blushed. “Heck, I’m trying to get used to this PokéDex and you won’t believe what I got on it this time!”
At her Master’s ramblings, the blonde Elf couldn’t help but giggle. “Yes you have been busy. I know that many of the girls in our group have wanted to score some Taming. Even the OfficerJennys and NurseJoys at the PokéCenter seem eager for Master to Tame them.”
Considering her words for a moment, Ranma’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Don’t I know it,” he grumbled irritably. “It’s not bad at all but it drains the heck outta me!”
Nodding her head somewhat in understanding, Cassandra asked hit, “It’s not easy being a man among a sea of women, is it Master?” Although she already knew the answer to it, she wanted to give her pigtailed owner a chance to vent and release some pent up stress in a way that didn’t have to be sexual. She wanted him Taming her to be pure and lustful, thank you very much!
Thinking about her inquiry for a moment, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts finally told her, “Let’s just say you wouldn’t believe it... but I used to have the worst luck, especially when it came handling with women.” And man-handling too but he was never out to do that back home. Such could lead to sex that would’ve blown his young, clueless virgin mind, a most painful death, marriage on the spot and shame on his honor... although not necessarily in that order.
Shaking his head, the pigtailed man’s shoulders slumped. “But enough about what was, I have problems with what is,” he added with a sigh. “Since getting here, trying to find out what my other self was like... well... I feel like I should do something for at least a couple of these newer e-mails. I mean, this ‘Lina Inverse’ sent me a very nasty and angry e-mail twice over... even though it’s obvious she still wants to be friends.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry for venting, Cassandra. I’m trying not to let this stuff get to me, say it’s not my problem but this specific case has bothered me. It’s why I was hoping to lose my thoughts in practicing.”
When she’d heard her Master say that name, the Elf brought her hand to her face. “Lina... Inverse?” She asked, testing the name of her tongue. “Hmmm... Lina Inverse. That name sounds familiar,” Cassandra mumbled to herself as she rubbed her chin in thought.
Reaching for his pocket, the off-worlder took out his PokéDex and fiddled with it’s button interface. “Check it out,” the pigtailed martial artist told his Elf as he called up a pair of the e-mails and handed it to his blonde and petite Elf to check.
Graciously accepting her Tamer’s PokéDex, she reads the electronic letters and took a moment to check out the attached photos. “...From the how these e-mails are written, she sounds like a former lover from before your memory loss... especially the added poetry remark. While it seems she’s ticked you haven’t called, I get the feeling she fondly remembers you.” She smiled at her master. “I know I think fondly of you.”
At the praise from his pokégirl, Ranma couldn’t help but blush a bit. “Yeah... it’s just...” he trailed off, releasing a heavy sigh. He wished he wasn’t so bad with words but he knew how he felt in this case: lost. “I don’t know what to do. It’s not like she’s anywhere around here; I can’t just stop by and tell her I’m sorry. I can’t do anything to make up for the hurt she feels.” And it bothered him when Ranma couldn’t fix something... even though it was about his other self; there was something about THIS woman. With how her replies were written... he couldn’t help but feel for her.
Fortunately for Ranma, while he was one that tended to look in the ‘here and now’, his Plant/Magic-type could look beyond such a time-frame and makes plans for the future. “You know, Master... you can reply that you would like to meet up with her so you could talk,” Cassandra deadpanned. “So at the very least you can talk face to face or write her an e-mail saying your memory has more holes than Amethyst cheese and you never meant to hurt her.”
Ranma nodded his head slowly. “I guess I could... but...” he shrugged his shoulders. “Writing, heck words in general... they ain’t my strong suit and I know if I did such, it would feel impersonal. I do feel sorry for how she’s hurt... I never did like hurting girls... but I just don’t think I can get how sorry I am into words.” He let off a depressed sigh. “Cassandra? Am I reading too much into this or anything?” He asked her curiously. He was sure she, being of this place, would have better insight.
Considering it for a moment, the Elf admitted to him, “Maybe you are. Yet, at the same time your consideration for this woman is admirable. A lot of men have a ‘fuck ‘em once, never look back’ mentality. You can’t remember due to amnesia but you care that she meant something and that the fact you were missing for two years without a word hurt her and further that your memory went through a grater.”
Ranma nodded his head slowly as he listened to what his pokégirl thought of him. He wasn’t about to correct his Elf about the amnesia bit; Nabiki had yet to ease her into the truth. “Could you... well, do you think you could write a reply for me?” He asked sheepishly. “I ain’t good with words, you see...” he trailed off, feeling embarrassed.
Thinking about it for a moment, the sylvan pokégirl began to slowly smile. “Sure, I can do that for you. But I do think there’s something else you can do to show how sorry you are and wish to patch things up besides replying to the e-mail with mere text.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the raven-haired Asian martial artist asked, “Oh? What can I do for her besides letting her know I’m sorry for what happened?” Anything to ease his conscience would be good.
Grinning, the blonde Elf was already typing in a reply message as she told him, “Return the favor.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma stared at the pokégirl as she began texting away at the PokéDex’s button pad with her thumbs. Finally, he asked her, “Excuse me? What do you mean ‘return the favor’?” He really hoped she wasn’t suggesting he send her a nasty letter. He didn’t think it was but you never knew with this world...
Pausing in her writing of a reply for both e-mail accounts, the Elf held up his PokéDex so Ranma could get a good look. With her master’s attention on her, the smiling pointy-eared cutie told him, “The Dex has a lens you know... not only for scanning but for recording images and audio... and images as in stills, not just video. You can send pictures.”
Staring at the little red brick-like device, Ranma asked her, “It can?” Damn! They really put a lot into that little device! What next? Would the thing flip open to reveal a mini-grill so you could cook okonomiyaki on-
His train of thought was derailed rather violently as realization as to what his Elf was suggesting came to him. Blinking his eyes once, twice to try and clear his head of the shock, the pigtailed martial artist asked, “Wait... you’re saying I should...” he trailed off, not sure if he wanted to broach the subject.
Nodding her head firmly, the blonde sylvan pokégirl told her master, “That’s right. Strip and send her some photos. Photos that will make her want to strip down wherever she is and jill off to them!” She explained with a grin. That such would be an excellent segue into getting him to Tame her was only that much more reason to get started. They would be helping each other out in the long-run, really...
Staring at his pokégirl for a long time, Ranma was doing his best to fight down the blush that had erupted on his face. “Uh...well...” taking a deep breath, the pigtailed martial artist slowly exhaled. “I guess it couldn’t hurt,” he finally relented. “She sure sent me some interesting... stuff.” Damn, that one image with her legs spread and she managed to get her ankles behind her head... what’d she call it again? The ‘oyster position’? Double damn that was incredibly erotic! Not to mention the one from the other e-mail of her taking three reptilian tails at once in her major orifices; how could she fit so much tail inside such a small frame? Was she freaking hollow!?
Giggling at the distant look on her master’s face, Cassandra knew he must have been thinking about something nice; there was a small bit of drool collected at the corner of his mouth. “Well, if you really want to show her how sorry you are, we could also up the ante while we’re at it...”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the Asian Pokégirl Tamer asked, “Up the ante?”
Nodding her head, the Elf began typing once more, wanting to get the replies set up before she started creating and attaching the files. “Besides sending image files, a PokéDex has enough memory that allows it to record a good five minutes of footage in up to six video files; total of a half hour. We could send her a money-shot: your dick spurting its load.” A load which the Plant/Magic-type pokégirl hoped would get on her in the process.
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma asked her in a quiet voice, “What?”
Grinning widely, the Elf nodded her head. “Yep... and I’d be more than glad to help you get that load out. But first...” she put the reply to both addresses and held his Tamer’s device up. “Would you so kindly strip? We should have enough privacy out here in the back of the PokéCenter if that will make you feel better. They have tall walls surrounding the place and they’re probably expecting people to Tame inside.”
Nodding his head slowly, Ranma told her, “Uh... sure...” sighing in embarrassment, he figured, ‘what the hell’? She did it for him first after all, (even if it was meant for the native him). So with his resolve steeled, he slowly began to undo the wooden ties of his shirt one-by-one, noticing a small flash as his chest started to get revealed.
“Just testing it,” Cassandra assured her master... although her smile was a bit too wide and mischievous for it to calm his nerves. “From the count you can take...” she blinked her eyes as she looked over the date on the Dex’s screen. “Oooh! You’ve gotten enough space for over a hundred images; this one’s got a good SD-Memory. We can take plenty, although we’d have to send them in bunched e-mails as a hundred photos and three-to-five minute video would eat up a lot of bandwidth.”
Ranma nodded his head as the Elf went through such techno-babble. Who knew something that was supposed to be aligned with nature would have such knowledge of Tamer gear and e-mail and all that stuff? “That’s okay with me, I guess...” he said slowly, even if he didn't know what ‘bunched e-mails’ meant. Probably had to do with storage spacing or something...
With her master going through the motions of undress, Cassandra took this as him having no objections with what was going on. She smiled, taking an occasional ‘strip’ photo while Ranma undress. After a few frontal shots, she began to walk around to get images of him at different angles. Her grin only widened once he was fully nude. “Now the fun part... do your best pose to show off your muscles, Master. After some... ‘beefcake’ shots, I’m going to take some close-ups of your package... and then...” she giggled like a school-girl. “We get the ‘money-shot.” The Plant/Magic-type pokégirl did her best to keep from drooling at the thought.
Nodding his head, Ranma did his best to flex, getting muscles in his arms, chest, abdomen, arms... he didn’t tense up as much as he wanted; he wasn’t the sort of muscle-bound body that he knew would be expected. However, he was athletic and still toned in the right places.
Looking over her Tamer admiring at how nice a body he possessed, the blonde-tressed Elf proceeded to take photos, asking him to change a pose here and there, as to allow for different images. She then got on her knees before him, taking a few static photos of his goods. “Very nice,” she replied as she took in the size of his manhood when limp. She then reached to gently grasp his maleness in her left hand. “Mmm... mind if I... get it ready?” She asked, a tone of desire obvious in her voice.
Staring down at the pokégirl, he tried to ask, “Get it read-AH!?” He gasped out as she instantly took him into her mouth. Why, oh why did he STILL get taken off guard at how enthusiastic these girls got? Groaning as he felt the pressure from her sucking and the unique feel of her tongue moving around his member, the pigtailed martial artist brought his hand down to her head. Balancing himself, he slowly bucked his hips, plunging his quickly hardening member in her mouth.
Cassandra smiled to herself as she continued her work, letting him run his hands through her hair and encourage her, not that she needed such encouragement mind you but it was always appreciated to know her partner loved her work. She intended to enjoy this ‘photo’ session but maybe... maybe she wouldn’t press it if he wanted to wait a little before Taming her. However, if he was up to it after this, she’d take her Taming right there and then! After all, a little outdoor sex never hurt anyone!
After a few moments more of thrusting, Ranma pulled his erect cock out of her mouth. Panting for breath as he was somewhat bent over, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer asked in-between breaths, “Am... am I hard enough for this now?”
Ever-so-slowly, Cassandra licked the head of his massive prick. “Mmm-hmm...” she replied, releasing his member from her grip. She then took a few more photos of his cock in its very erect state. When she felt she had enough pictures, she then set the recorder function and placed the PokédDex down where it would get a good view. She then slowly licked along the underside of his cock, going from the scrotum to the very tip, flicking her tongue at the tip of his member’s head. “And now... we make you cum...”
Shivering as a tingle of pleasure trailed up his spine from how she licked his meat, Ranma could only reply “Sh-sure!” He shuddered again as she licked slowly before flicking the tip of her tongue at the opening to his urethra.
With her master’s okay, the blonde pokégirl enthusiastically worked him over, licking every bump and vein on his thick phallus, wanting to memorize via her tongue every single square inch of her master’s pride. As she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, she began to tease his scrotum, kissing the dangling sack before taking them into her mouth while stroking his length vigorously. “Mmmm! Mmmmmslu~uurp!” She gasped for breath as his testicles popped out of her mouth. “You’re so tasty, Master!”
Leaning his head back, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts groaned in pleasure at the work of his pokégirl’s active tongue. “Guh-glad you approve...” he mumbled, squirming as she worked his cock mercilessly. Damn did she know how to use that tongue to deadly effect! Panting for breath, Ranma tried to give back some of what she was doing for him. Raising his right foot so it was between her legs, the pigtailed martial artist pressed the top of it against her panty-clad pussy-lips; feeling dampness there as he did.
The feel of her building lust caused Cassandra to shiver in delight. As she diligently worked, she smiled, happy her Tamer still wanted to do something for her as she was pleasuring him. She carefully used her freehand to pull her panties down to her knees before shimmying them down the length of her legs. With them gone, her master’s toes have no obstruction and rubbed against her moist nether-lips. “Mmmm... yesss...” she hissed in pleasure. “Rub me, Master,” she cooed in delight, licking head of his cock wantonly as she pumped his shaft energetically.
“Oh yeah...” Ranma groaned as the Plant/Magic-type pokégirl duritfully continued to please him. “C-Cassandra...” he gasped, shuddering as jolts of pleasure shot up his spine. “I think I’m... oh yeeaaahh... gonna...”
The Elf grinned widely as she realized what he was trying to tell her. “That’s it, Master,” she assured him as she turned to the side and made sure the PokéDex had a good view of his cock. “Cum, Master! Cum! Cum for the camera and Miss Lina!” She beckoned him, both her hands pumping his shaft mercilessly.
Eyes widening as his pokégirl began to jerk him off at a sudden rapid pace, the pigtailed Tamer bucked his hips in reaction. “Augh! C-CassAH! AH! AH!” He gasped, panting for breath as her hands fastened their pace, stroking from base to tip until he couldn’t take it anymore. “AUGH!!” He cried out, thrusting his hips forward into the Elf’s hands as his cock throbbed powerfully in their grasp. From the head of his cock, thick streamer of cum splattered into the air, sailing past Cassandra, (whom opted for the cum shot to hit to the side of the PokéDex) and onto the ground.
“Wow...” the sylvan pokégirl whispered in awe at the amount that her master released in what go. “What a load...”she murmured as, allowing the PokéDex’s video function run for a few mores seconds. Finally reaching towards it, she cuts it off and then wraps her mouth around the thick head of his length, drink the last of it.
Moaning, Ranma groaned as he let her suck on his throbbing meat; his load gushing onto her tongue, making her taste as she swallowed.
Once his flood was done, Cassandra pulled her head back, licking her lips in delight. “So goooood...” she mumbled in delight. Ever the dutiful pokégirl, the blonde Elf picked up her master’s PokéDex. She quickly organized the pictures and video into a zip file before attaching it to an e-mail chain sent to both accounts of Lina Inverse. She looked up at her owner, smiling lovingly. “Now that business is down...” she reached up for her master’s hands, gently pulling Ranma down and allowing him to lie on his back. Slowly, she crawled upon him, rubbing her pussy against the underside of his semi-erect length, further soaking it. “I need you, Master... I need you so bad.”
Looking up at his pokégirl as he lay back in the grass, Ranma couldn’t help but smirk, emboldened by what he’d been put through. “That’s right... I haven’t gotten to Tame you yet...” he grinned as his hands reached to her sides, pulling her dress up her body. “Are you ready, cutie?”
Nodding her head energetically, the Elf cooed in delight. “Yes!” She cried happily, helping him pull the dress off. Once she was fully nude with him, she reached between them, grasping his now raging member, fitting it to her entrance before slamming her hips down onto it. “Nghh! Oooh shit...” she groaned as she ground her hips around, trying to accommodate him. “Oh shit you’re... aaahhh...” she shivered in delight as he began to move his hips back, “Oh yes, you’re definitely the size part of a ‘11’ rating... what about the performance?” She hoped he could give a repeat performance of his BoobTube vido.
The pigtailed martial artist grinned at his blonde sylvan pokégirl. “Bring it,” Ranma challenged as both his hands slapped down on and gripped into her petite ass. “Ready and willing to give it to you, baby!”
Rearing her head back, Cassandra moaned in delight, already rolling her hips wildly. Her pussy clenched and quivered around his cock as she bounced on it, her breasts swaying hypnotically with each jolt of her body.
Growling lustfully, the Pokégirl Tamer of Asian descent would buck his hips into the wildly bouncing Elf. His fingers gripped into and massaged her ass as he tried to sit up. Kissing her all over her nicely rounded breasts, the pigtailed martial artist did his best to sexually assault her senses.
Reaching up with her arms, Cassandra held his head to her breasts moaning loudly as she loved his attentive kisses. Even as he teased and fucked her so well, she kept rolling her hips, reveling in the sensations of his meaty cock filling her needy insides soooo good! “Mmmm Muh-Master... oh Master...” she cooed happily as he continued to grind up into her hips. “You’re hitting me so deep... please! Give me more! Tame me... fuck me... make me scream my head off!” She pleaded, feeling oh-so dirty yet oh-so good!
Grinning, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer did just that. Rolling them over suddenly, he had the petite Elf on her back as he was on his knees while between her legs. Holding her tightly, he began to pound his hips back and forth, plundering her tight pussy with extreme fervor, making her body jolt and grind against the earth.
Such an action caused the blonde pokégirl to thrash in pleasure beneath her owner as the reversal of position allowed for deeper penetration. While she may have liked to be on top on occasion, Cassandra really loved to be plundered and pleasured at her Master’s tender ‘mercies’.
Hearing the sylvan pokégirl’s squeals of delight only egged the martial artist further. Grunting for breath, the other-dimensional Pokégirl Tamer continued to Tame his Elf like there was no tomorrow, letting Cassandra feel just what kind of force an ‘11’ Tamer could put into his thrusts.
Shrieking in delight at the deeper penetration, the Plant/Magic-type dragged her fingernails down his arms, surprised she was close to orgasming so quickly but then again... it seemed the title of ‘11’ wasn't far fetched. “Mmmm! Oooh, yesss...” she growled lustfully. “Oh fuck... Master... I’m cumming... I’m cumming! Oh shit!” She growled as she could feel such a powerful build-up forming in her loins. “Yes, oh yes, OH YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!” She screamed, pressing her body tightly against her master’s as her cunt clenched down on his member like a fleshy vice, churn wildly around his cock, massaging it, preventing escape and wanting every drop he could give her right that second!
Growling huskily at the tightness, Ranma could feel his pokégirl’s desire, her NEED! However, having cum not too long ago, he still had to work for it. So even as she tightened around him he kept thrusting, pounding her hard and fast even as the tightness tried to keep a firm hold of him.
Rolling her head to the side, Cassandra groaned into his neck as she bit it, unable to mentally keeping up with how he just kept POUNDING her G-Spot which seemed to prolong her orgasm in an almost delightfully torturous fashion. “Ahhhhhhhh! F-fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuck-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k!” She practically sputtered out like a dying motorboat, squirming on his lap while her folds tightened. “Muh-Masterrr... I want it... I want your creeeeaaam!” She cried out, her body feeling as if it were aflame.
Grunting as he continued to plunder her cunny, Ranma told the needy Elf, “I’m trying! I’m trying!” He growled lustfully as he continued to pound her spasming sex, hands reaching around and squeezing her breasts, trying to keep her orgasm going as he pushed himself to reach his own.
Eyes rolling into the back of her head, Cassandra couldn’t believe the sensations he was putting her through. Damn it, she was close to a second orgasm already, (she was semi-multi-orgasmic) but her Master she knew was probably still slightly Tamed out, especially since Mistress Nabiki got the morning shake! THE BITCH!
And then in the Elf’s desperation, a thought occurred to her, something Alice was known to pull on the Alpha. It was... well, perhaps it was wrong to do to her Tamer but maybe it could work! She was so desperate for his cum!
With the woman’s arms tightening around his back as her hands trailed about, Ranma blinked his eyes as Cassandra was rubbing his ass with both hands. And then one hand trailed down with one finger doing the trailing... where was it trailing to!? “Cassandra?” the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer spoke up between her breasts as he continued to pound her. “What’re yoooOOOOOOOOHHH!!” He moaned out as he suddenly felt a digit catch him by surprise back there. Pressing hard into her, the anal stimulation pushed the martial artist over the edge, causing him to flood into the naughty Elf with his hot, steamy, cream.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The pokégirl screamed as he master finally went over and edge and into her in copious amounts. “So hot! SO HOT!” She moaned, worming her finger around back there as she felt him squirm. His cock continued to pump generous load after load into her all the while. Finally, she pulled her finger free and lie against him when he stopped. “Mmmm... so good to me...”
His body shuddering for a bit, the pigtailed Tamer panted for breath to catch his wits. Finally raising his head, he glared at the sylvan pokégirl in annoyance. “That was a bit dirty...” He pouted.
Giggling a bit in embarrassment, (and hoping she didn’t earn herself his ire) Cassandra apologized. “Sorry, Master. I couldn’t help myself. I just needed you to cum so badly and you wouldn’t! I had to take matters into my own hands, so to speak...”
Rolling his eyes at the pokégirl’s sheepish nature, the pigtailed martial artist shook his head. Annoying as that was, it was certainly an insight of sorts. “Oh boy... well I guess I see why Nabiki was indignant about the surprise anal...” he thought in realization. “It does smart, even with only a finger!” Granted it was a pain that had already faded for him but he could now see how something like, say... his cock probably left a lasting impression on Nabiki’s ass. He’d note to now make sure when he was with a girl that ‘asked’ first or he knew they might try to go back there on him again.
Panting for breath, Ranma leaned his head in close to Cassandra’s. “You’re a naughty Elf, you know that?” He asked her in a serious yet teasing tone of voice. He then took her elongated ear into his mouth and gently nibbled.
Shivering in delight as her master did that, the Plant/Magic-type could only answer, “Yes... yes I am.”
Rolling his eyes, Ranma had to mumble, “Why am I not surprised?” It always was the quiet ones that got you... just look at Kasumi for example!
Enjoying the after-glow of such an intense orgasm, Cassandra just leaned against him smiling contently. “Mmm... I think that’ll tide me over for awhile...” she mumbled, pleased that her internal ‘clock’ had been reset as it were.
Raising an eyebrow, the pigtailed martial artist carefully asked, “You don’t want more?”
Smiling a devious smirk that was more along the lines of something from the Domina line, the blonde Elf replied, “I would but you’ve been Taming hard for a day or more straight. You could use some rest...” she frowned a little as she admitted, “Plus I have a feeling the other girls may want some more.”
Groaning as he realized just how much more sex was to eventually come his way, Ranma grumbled, “Thanks for the consideration...”
“Well Master, if we don’t help you then we all suffer.” She said seriously. “You’re an ‘11’ today, but what about tomorrow? Or the day after? We can’t all just keep using just you, you’ll burn out too quickly. I love you Master and I’ll do anything to see your sex life remains healthy.”
Hearing his Elf’s promise to keep him going strong, Ranma couldn’t help but smile a little bit. What a thoughtful pokégirl! Now maybe he might be able to get a chance to rest and ease his mind into-
His train of thought was derailed violently as an explosion sounded in the distance. Turning his head, Ranma saw a large cloud of black smoke rising into the air. Eyes widened as he realized, “That’s coming from the direction of the garage!”
Raising her head, Cassandra’s eyes widened as she saw the rising darkness in the distance. “We better get dressed and get over there quickly, Master!” She growled and cursed her luck. Damn it! She was looking forward to some prime cuddle time!
Nodding his head, Ranma told her, “No kidding!”
“Awww, damn it!” A NurseJoy in the security room whined. “They finished up already!” And they’d finally been able to enjoy watching him without needing expressed permission! After all, they weren’t inside any of the rooms; they were where anyone or any security camera could see them. Privacy was forfeit plus it would make for some nice videos for later.
Reaching over and patting her fellow Joy on the shoulder, the pink-haired pokégirl told her, “There, there Rebecca... there’s always next time.”
Nodding her head, the NurseJoy mumbled, “Yeah... next time.”
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