[Episode 219323] [Episode 219323]Her eye-twicthing, Asrial had to wonder what it was with this world’s brand of ‘justice’ that would leave her in the position she was. Their idea of taking her in for questioning was to have her stripped of her clothes and locked into a metal stockade into the center of the room. While most would feel that was bad enough, the humiliation didn't end there, oh no! The stockade had a back and clamp in the back for a tail restraight; her tail-fur tightly drawn in the center as the clamp held tight, and held it up, leaving her cunny and rosebud exposed to view... a view which was being taken advantage of as people, both police and NOT were coming in to pose with it for pictures! PICTURES!!
“This is NO way for a Salusian of Imperial Birth to be treated!” Asrial bemoaned her fate. It really was a bitch how pokégirls were treated here! It was inhumane! It was cruel! It was... needlessly kinky!
However, Asrial’s lamenting on how much it sucked to appear as a pokégirl was derailed as a heavilly-accented female voice spoke behind her and out of view. “So... you ist Asrial; Salusian registered to Indigo League Tamer Ranma Saotome of Phallus Town... ya?”
“Yeah so?” Asrial asked as she turned her head... and frowned as she realized the stockade was blocking her view. “Aw, son of a-”
The voice responded in an almost chiding tone. “Nein, nein... do naut bother turning. I vill be in your view in moments, fraulein,” the woman told her. Said voice was followed by a firm slap to the Salusians rear; it felt like a leather-covered hand to her.
“YIKES!” The bound Salusian princess shrieked at the rough contact. “H-hey! I thought they said I wasn’t going be man-handled since I’m a registered pokégirl!?” Yes, it sucked to admit it or say it but she couldn’t blow her cover... nor did she want to be toyed with as she was being!
The voice huffed in annoyance. “Mein dear, zat vas a slap! If mein fingers vent into your cunt, zen yes, I vould be violating zat! Of course zere ist ze fact ve can... ‘interrogate you thoroughly’ if ze law dictates based on ze offense,” she chuckled darkly. “And zis ist such un offense. Besides,” the woman continued. “To your earlier complaint... how ist it manhandling if ze one handling ist a woman, ya?” Asked the woman as she stepped into view of Asrial.
The blonde Salusian gawked as she stared up at the woman. The face and blue hair coloration lead Asrial to believe that this pokégirl was an OfficerJenny... but she wasn’t dressed like any police pokégirl she’d seen thus far! “Oh this cannot be good,” the Salusian princess thought as she took stock of this woman. No police uniform; no cop blue with mini-skirt, stalkings, high-heels and badge. This one was dressed in a cupless, black leather corset; tits freely on display with her badge connected to said leather clothing, placed between her tits. She also wore thigh-high leather high-heeled boots that were strapped to her garter belt with straps. However, she wasn’t sure if she could call it a garter-belt per sé... while it certainly did the job, it was thick and had numerous pouches on it, along with a few bullet slots and a gun holster.
Pulling on her length of her leather gloves to make sure they made it past her elbows, the OfficerJenny introduced herself. “I am Officer Gertrude,” the heavily Germanic-accented pokégirl said, introducing herself. “I am un recent recruit from ze Azure League; vell known for opression of it’s pokégirls.” She grinned as she leaned forward, almost eye-to-eye with her interogee. “Und I am just soooo glad zey decided to make you mein first order of business since arriving...”
Looking into the eyes of the obviously sexually-depraved pokégirl, Asrial gulped nervously. “R-really?” She asked, unable to keep her voice from stuttering.
Nodding her head, the OfficerJenny in Dominatrix gear replied, “Really...” she then had a look of falce surprise on her face. “But vait! Vhere ist mein assistant? HAROLD! GET THINE ASS IN HERE UND ZIS MINUTE!”
The response was the sound of feet hitting the hard ground in a run, then the feeling of mostly naked flesh hitting against Asrial. Hands groped the side of her ass as a fleshy length rubbed along her slit. “GAH! WHAT THE FUCK!?” The Salusian swore, her heart racing at the fear of being violated once more.
“Nein, nein!” Gertrude roared at the unseen attack, taking her whip cracking it out and hitting the body behind Asrial. “No Taming ze suspect! Now get over here by me! NOW!”
There was a male voice whimpering, the body walking into view. The blonde Salusian could only gawk as she saw the man... but-floss... or perhaps it could’ve been a thong... if it were crotchless. Thick rings on his nipples for piercings and his face was covered by a black leather mask; only his eyes and mouth visible. To complete the visage a spiked collar was around his neck, a long leather leash hanging behind him.
“Bad Harold,” the OfficerJenny chided her Tamer. “Bad, bad, BAD Harold! I did not give you permission to Tame ze Salusian, did I? NO!” She shouted as she reached for a pounch on her belt. She took out a cigarette packet and took one stick into her mouth, biting down. She removed it by pulling on the box with the others; placing it back into her mouth. “You are a bad, bad boy!”
The man whimpered more, looking at his pokégirl with needy eyes.
The policewoman glared into his eyes for a long pause. “No,” the blue-tressed, leather-clad OfficerJenny finally replied. “Zis ass vill be mein now,” she told him seriously as she removed a match, striking it harshly across Asrial’s ass to make it spark and light. She brought the match to her cancer stick, lighting it. She took a drag of her cigarette, making sure it was lit. Releasing a large puff of smoke, she turned her head to look at the bound Asrial. “Open your mouth,” she told her.
Shaking her rump back and forth to ease the stinging she felt, the bound blonde skunk-girl glared up at the OfficerJenny. “Wuh-what was that for!? Is this even legal!?
Looking down at the Salusian in the stockade, the male sighed. “Juh-just do as she says,” the man in the gimp outfit pleaded with her. He knew how much worse it could get if one didn’t indulge Gertrude.
Seeing the OfficerJenny glare at her, the Salusian complied, opening her mouth... and winding up with the woman putting out the match on her tongue. Asrial closed her mouth on the match hard as she grit her teeth; tears at the corners of her eyes. That HURT!
“Oh, poor, poor pokékit...” the OfficerJenny said tauntingly. “Did zat hurt you?” She chuckled as she moved the match, twisting and breaking it as Asrial was still biting down on it.
Once calm enough and over the initial pain, Asrial spit out the half of the matchstick in her mouth. She snarled at the woman but didn’t verbally reply.
The blue-tressed OfficerJenny, (who seemed she would’ve made a better Dominatrix pokégirl) ignored the glare as she took another drag of the cigarette. “It could be vorse, mein fraulein,” she told her in all seriousness. “I could do someffing like... ZIS!” And so saying she put her cigarette out by pushing it down on the now shrieking Harold’s nut-sack.
“AAAAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHH!” The man screamed; his erection suddenly bobbing to life for a moment at the sudden abuse.
Turning her head away from the awful sight, Asrial winced. This wasn’t proper procedure, right?
Right?
This Jenny was obviously out of her gourd and someone was going to stop her... right?
RIGHT!?
Removing the cigarette from the burned scrotal sack, the OfficerJenny chuckled darkly as she turned to the bound Salusian. “Now zen, let us hope you are in ze right mindset to ansuwer mein questions, ya?” She asked as she flicked her cigarette off to the side of the room. “To begin vit, vat vere you doing in un area zat vas closed off to all but ze Pewtit City Police Force?”
Lifting her head, the Salusian of Imperial Birth met the Azure League OfficerJenny’s gaze. “...Repairing our RV which was left there,” she replied honestly. There was no harm answering that one. “And on my way out some Rockets attacked and I had to defend my harem sisters and I.”
“Sooo...” the woman in leather gear drawled out as she took mental note of this. “You outright admit to breaking un entering und theft... naughty, naughty pokégirl... zat vill really put your master into haut vauter vit ze police...”
Asrial winced; “Not theft, the RV was OURS, the prior owner of the garage tried to take parts from it and give us back a shell of crap, and with the assault on me and my Master and the following police work, we left it there and I voiced concerned of looters and... I ...” did she dare to say she was given permission, would Ranma or them admit they allowed her?
Taking a deep breath, Asrial took a leap of faith. “I was given permission to repair and bring the RV back, Master trusts me and my technical skills.” Why admit Ranma was in the know? Simply given how honest to a fault he seemed, he may outright admit it before thinking and best not to have conflicting stories even if most pokégirls would cover for their masters.
The OfficerJenny seemed to notice the hesitation on the blonde skunk-girl’s face. “Vell?” She asked her. “Vat ist it? You seem to haff someffing else you vish to share. Share it.”
“It’s like I said,” the bound Salusian told her seriously. “I was concerned about looters, I mean, the repair guy was shady as shit! Master trusted me and let me go with a few of the girls to help with repairs. We didn’t take anything not belonging to us or that we didn’t do the paperwork for.” Now on that she PRAYED Nabiki caught the paperwork e-mail or that at least someone else did and made sure they settled that for the salvaged weapons. Now granted, Asrial HID the majority in a special container in the RV, not even the cops would be able find them. But her “ghettoized” power armor was lying out in the open and some of the built in weapons were exposed when she was arrested.
And that was just what the OfficerJenny brought up next. “And how do you explain all ze veapons zat your Master’s Class-A Landmaster RV vas situated vit? Records of ze vehicle’s history starting vit one Gary Oak states no such additions...”
Asrial bit her lip. Shit. She had no clue how to answer that.
Seeing her detainee go silent, Gertrude had what she needed to continue. “Noffing to answer? Ve haff vays of making you taulk!” The OfficerJenny chuckled darkly as she brought a large adult toy into view of the blonde Salusian princess.
Staring at the long, thick, cylindrical item with wide eyes, the Salusian turned her head as best she could in her bindings. “...Is that a Hillsfar Heavy Penetrator?” She asked nervously. It looked very similar to the one the pokégirls had her riding yesterday... only thicker and more bulbous.
Grinning widely, the police pokégirl clad in black leather replied, “Vith rotating head!” She chuckled darkly and put a button on the bottom of the base. The head of the toy began spinning in a very powerful rotation of 30 RPM.
Shrieking, Asrial tried to lower her tail to give her some modesty and protection from the OfficerJenny that was way too into S&M for the Salusian’s good. Tried being the key-word, as the extension on the back of the stockade’s headboard also restrained her tail, keeping it up and her nether regions exposed to whatever anyone wanted to do to her... such as sticking sex toys that were way too inhuman into her.
Sneering, the OfficerJenny took the Salusian’s horrified silence as defiance. “Von’t speak, eh? Vell zat ist good. Zere are more vays to make you taulk, ya?” She turned her head to the side and called to, “HAROLD!!”
The male officer in crotch-less speedo and nipple-piercings tried to use this as a chance to get his pokégirl to see reason. “Please Gertrude, I wish you’d call me your Mast-”
“NEIN!” The blue-tressed policewoman doing an excellent impression of a Dominatrix roared angrily at her semi-owner. “Only men NAUT veak may be called a ‘master’. You are NO master to Gertrude!” She cracked the whip in her right hand, making the man jump; the jingle bells attached to his nipples ringing. “Now Harold, be a good boy und take ze Salusian’s pretty face, ya?”
That snapped the Salusian out of her stupor. Asrial stared with horror as the male policeman moved in front of her; his wang dangling like a limp noodle. “Oh Jesus Christ no...” she whispered in sheer horror of the situation. It was like that time at the garage all over again!!
Fortunately for her, unlike the fat bastard Krankase, this police officer wasn’t as up to the job. He looked down at her pretty face and then back up at the OfficerJenny. “But I want her ass...” he whined.
Asrial’s head fell forward. God almighty, what was with everyone and her ass!?
The blue-tressed woman glared at her wimpy human compatriot. “NO BOOTY FOR YOU!” The police pokégirl roared as she took her whip. *WHIP-CRACK*!
“Eek!” The man shrieked as the end of the leather implement cracked rather close to his tender male bits. “Sorry, Gertrude!” He apologized.
*WHIP-CRACK*!
“EEK!” The somewhat pudgy male turned submissive bitch shrieked. “I mean, ‘sorry, MISTRESS’!” He apologized properly.
Wrapping the whip in her hand, the OfficerJenny nodded her head. “Better.”
Turning her head left and right as she tried to look back and forth between the two officers as best she could, the Salusian tried to get them to see reason rather than kinky. If she didn’t stop them before they got back on track, she was going to be traumatized from facial trauma in a horribly sexual fashion. “Um... is this all legal?”
The man’s face went white as he looked down at the Salusian in the stockade. “...You shouldn’t have said that,” muttered Harold, as he tried to adjust his leather outfit his Mistress demanded he wear. The Thousand Gods knew how easily agitated Gertrude could become when the ‘criminals’ questioned her methods and ethics.
The blue-haired Jenny in leather corset and thigh-high high-heeled boots spun about on the Salusian; the leather gloves covering her hands squeaking as she tightened her grip of her whip. “Vy, of course, dumkoff Salusian! Vat do you fink zis ist? America? Zere ist NO Constitution to protect ze pokéfrauleins here! Now you must be thoroughly... PUNISHED...”
Staring up at the pokégirl that was staring to round on her, Asrial knew she had only one chance. Taking a deep breath, she quickly cried out, “But this is America!"
The leather-clad OfficerJenny stopped in her tracks. Blinking her eyes once, twice she had to ask, “...Vat?” Gertrude stared down at the bound perpetrator in curiousness, her gaze demanding a more thorough explanation.
Sweating lightly at the blue-tressed pokégirl’s intense glare, the blonde Salusian of Imperial Birth explained, “Well, if I read history correctly, it used to be. Indigo League is a portion of that former nation.”
The OfficerJenny’s glare seemed to melt, her face a vision of abject misery; tears shimmering at the corners of her eyes and threatening to flow. She quickly turned about to her owner. “DAMN IT, HAROLD!” She shrieked in a surprisingly cute squeal. “I TOLD YOU TO RESEARCH THIS! NOW WE CAN’T FULFILL SEXUAL FANTASIES UNLESS I WORK YOUR ASS!”
The police officer in gimp gear stepped back from his pokégirl as he realized where this was heading. “No Mistress, not the banana!” He begged. “NOT THE BANANA!”
“YES,” the police pokégirl shouted, her face suddenly a picture of jubilation and excitement. “THE BANANA!” She giggled prettily as she used her free hand and pulled a banana-shaped dildo off from a pouch she had on her leather utility garter-belt.
Watching as the male officer whimpered and bent over, wiggling his ass for the obviously crazed OfficerJenny with a leather and domination fetish, Asrial was about to ask why he was allowing her to take control of him when another realization came to her. Blinking her eyes once, twice, the Salusian of Imperial Birth tried to ask, “What happened to your accent? I mean you don’t just-”
“SILENCE!” The OfficerJenny of Germanic Azurian heritage shouted as she started whipping Harold—couldn’t beat the prisoners after all. “COUNT THE BLOWS IN GERMAN, PIG!”
“ACK!” Harold cried as each strike of the whip served to stimulate him. “Ein! Zwei! Drei!”
Her jaw dropping at the debauchery taking place before her, the blonde-haired Salusian couldn’t stand to be there any longer... especially being bound naked as she was! “So...” Asrial tried to reason with the two obvious insane police officers. “Am I free to go?”
Pausing in her abuse of her master’s reddening rump, the pokégirl turned to her captive. “Oh, hell no!” The OfficerJenny told her, her accent completely absent. “I still have to hold you for questioning as to what happened, you know.”
Asrial sighed. While it was definitely progress that they no longer had their attention on her ass, there was still one thing bugging her. “...Can you at least let me out of this stockade so I can get my clothes on?”
A grin played over the lovely police pokégirl’s features. “Sorry my dear but there’s nothing against such in the laws of the League.”
Her eye twitching, the Salusian princess asked, “And the people that are coming in now and again posing next to my bare ass and taking pictures?”
Shrugging her shoulders, the leather-clad policewoman replied, “Well, that’s more of a gray area, really...”
Lowering her head, Asrial groaned as she realized that this was easily one of her worst days ever. It seemed that ever since she for to this world; it was extreme ups and downs in emotions with no middle ground. She twitched as she could hear voices from the other side of the mirrored wall chattering. “Damn it, someone forgot to give Gertrude her meds again! And get the next group in there so they can have their pictures taken since it seems the pokégirl is done questioning her for now.”
Tears trailing down the side of her face, Asrial growled in frustration. “Why me!?” She thought angrily. Oh yes, she was really getting sick of this world...
Sitting in a chair, Ranma winced as the OfficerJenny standing before him continued to list off the numerous crimes that had been committed by Asrial... Breaking and entering, theft, arson, receiving stolen property... negligent homicide. Such would normally get a pokégirl put to sleep but the fact that for the majority of the charges, the last one especially, were associated with Team Rocket members... she was less than likely to get a punishment of the usual degree.
Still, the fact remained, he was going to have to deal with it himself if he wanted to save Asrial’s bacon. “So...” the raven-haired Pokégirl Tamer said slowly as looked up at the three OfficerJennys gathered at the other side of the office. “Asrial is the only one being prosecuted?” He asked curiously. The other three had been returned to him and he’d promptly PokéBalled them for the time being to keep them out of any possible, (and further) trouble.
He was sure something happened to Kiiro at least. The poor Electric-type mouse-girl was passed out, mumbling something in her comatose state about a ‘leather lady’. The martial artist idly wondered if that was some kind of pokégirl...
Looking over to the Tamer, Jolie sighed sadly. She felt for him but she had her duty. “Yes. Asrial officially took all blame, saying it was all her idea and that they were just following the orders of their Alpha.”
Nodding his head slowly, Ranma was proud that the Salusian Princess had taken such heat as to keep the other, REAL pokégirls, out of trouble. Now it was up to him to save her ass. “So you say because Team Rocket was involved with most of the stuff she’s being charged with, Asrial will get off light, on that grounds it could count as self defense...” he emphasized, hoping it would take heat off of her. “But you mentioned she’s in trouble for simply repairing the RV?”
Nodding her head, the tallest of the Jennys standing between the two with Jolie on her right explained, “It was still done on sealed off property. She unlawfully entered what was still a crime-scene investigation.” Granted, she was a little annoyed herself that it was STILL such before the Team Rocket battle broke out; it should have been checked and cleared well in advance. But that’s just what happened when you depended on male human officers to do a job... it was like trying to ask Jolie to let you borrow that damned dress! It didn’t get done!
Well... let you borrow that damned dress... or the Tamer’s cock she was hogging so damned much it made you want to shoot the bit---happy thoughts... think happy thoughts... happy thoughts...
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma tried to figure out why the police pokégirl was hyperventilating for a moment. When she seemed to have calmed down enough, he tried to ask, “I thought we got... you know, paperwork?” He was fairly certain something came his way concerning that!
Jolie sighed at the confusion on the other Jennys faces. It figured they would have been more interested in the lottery to see who ‘interrogated’--and yes, the banner had used that term with hyphens--Ranma instead of actually studying the file. To get things going, the blue-tressed pokégirl politely explained, “You did... however, it’s still in the stage of being processed.” Paperwork; the bane of all OfficerJennys and good citizens that were ‘11’ Ranked Tamers... devil seemed to be in the details after all.
Lowering his head, the pigtailed Tamer groaned. Man, he wished Nabiki or someone was around to help him try and come up with alternatives; he knew nothing of legal mumbo-jumbo. What a time for Nabiki to be in the middle of a test... “I know, I know,” Ranma sighed, rubbing his head with his right hand. “But I mean, doesn’t the fact those Rockets came kind of justify her looter concern?”
Nodding her head, the OfficerJenny with a data-pad standing furthest from Jolie replied, “In a sense, Tamer Saotome. However she had weapons added to the vehicle that were stolen contraband--and yes, while you submitted paperwork for salvage claims, they were ALSO in the processing stage. Your Salusian had started working with such questionable ‘goods’ before okay was given by the Pewtit City Council.”
The pigtailed martial artist winced. Even as dense as he was, he had some run-ins with the law in his youth, thanks to the deviousness of his old man. Even he had some understanding as to where this with going; it meant Asrial was in deep shit big time. “This is her first offense, right?” He questioned the three Jennys gathered. “Can’t she get a warning or... I don’t know, something light?”
Looking over and seeing the look sadness on the Tamer’s face, the OfficerJenny center standing behind the desk sighed. “Tamer Saotome,” she spoke up. “She is still a pokégirl. Laws are much, MUCH harder on them than they are humans. If this had happened after the paper-work was filed then we could be far more lenient... but as it stands, a lot of what we’ve found is... stolen property and worse.” She sighed. “We can’t just let her go around with a BFG 9000. Such is considered Forbidden Tech. No one is allowed to possess Forbidden Tech without the proper authorization from the government; no one. And that especially goes for a pokégirl.”
Slamming his hands on the table, Ranma stood up suddenly. “But if she didn’t use it, the Rocket’s would’ve killed them all and that ‘Forbidden Tech’ would then be in THEIR hands!” The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer exclaimed angrily. “I mean, the fact they did some hurt to an organization that subverts EVERY law enforcement agency has to stand for something, right!?”
All three pokégirls just stared at the heaving male for a moment, before one of them finally answered him. “It’s a vicious cycle but the law is the law,” the OfficerJenny replied sadly. “In that situation, she was damned if she did and damned if she didn’t. She could’ve died and not done anything wrong but in protecting herself she committed a crime that cannot be overlooked.”
Lowering his head, Ranma groaned in frustration. This world really was a hell-hole for pokégirls. “Can’t we, I don’t know... work something out?” He pleased with the trio of Jennys. “If she has to be punished I accept that but... well what’s she looking at?”
The blue-tressed police pokégirl standing in the center looked to her fellow Jenny at her left. “Officer Mariah?” She asked curiously. She hoped they might have some good news for Tamer Saotome but she wasn’t going to get his hopes up.
Holding up her data pad, the police pokégirl admitted, “Well Officer Amanda, we can technically drop the arson charges as it’s more than likely the fault of the Team Rocket grunts; we found the remains of three Fire-types. Even the negligent homicide can be swept under the rug due to it being self-defense and the looks of all three remains shows it was not outright homicide on her part; the one that ran into an electric fence could even be ruled off as suicide so he’s completely off of the Salusian’s legal responsibility.” She took a deep breath. “But the breaking and entering AND the receiving stolen property cannot be ignored. The culmination of both... if your pokégirl is to serve the punishment... it calls for a Level 5 Taming Cycle. Complete erasure of experiences: memories and personality.”
“...No...” Ranma shook his head slowly. “I can’t... THAT’S NOT RIGHT!” Ranma roared as he lifted his head suddenly, looking around at the three OfficerJennys gathered. “I don’t believe in that crap!” He pounds his fist onto the table, this time causing a visual crack in the wood from the force he hit it with. “Is there something other besides wiping her mind clean that can be done!?”
The OfficerJenny revealed to be Amanda looked at the Tamer with a mix of respect and regret. She could tell that Tamer Saotome REALLY cared for his pokégirls. However, the law was the law! With her being genetically programmed to obey it as she was, her hands were tied! “You’d have to make a very convincing plea to a judge, assuming they don’t ask for a jury trial.”
“They wouldn't, Officer Amanda,” Officer Jolie said seriously. “She’s a pokégirl. When no Tamer is involved in the pokégirl’s action, a chance of being put before a jury of her peers is negated. It’s up to the decision of that single individual.”
The raven-haired martial artist winced. “Damn,” he grumbled before shaking his head. There was nothing he could do about that though. “Still... what about the Judge?”
Considering his question for a moment, it was Amanda that explained, “It depends. Some are... well, to put it nicely, ‘pricks’. Still, there are some that are understanding but even then, they’d have to be nuts to forgo a Taming Cycle of some degree and some lesser punishments under what could be worse in context.”
Ranma nodded his head. People really were out to get pokégirls, and not just in terms of fucking it seemed. “Well... is there anything that would appease the law and forgo the Taming Cycle that isn’t too... well harsh?”
Officer Amanda rubbed her chin in thought while Mariah began looking through logs and other data on her small lap-top. “Well there may be one...” she mumbled, although pretty sure he wasn’t going to like it.
Having caught what she said, Ranma blinked his eyes. “One what? C’mon, tell me!”
Sighing, the police pokégirl explained, “Yes, there may be one way but I highly doubt you want her to do ‘community service’ via gang-bang.”
One could hear the audible sound of a record scratching as Ranma paused for a moment, twitching uncontrollably. It was obvious to them he wasn’t liking that way to get her off of any harsher punishment.
Realizing that his answer was a big fat ‘no’, Jolie offered, “Well there is a probation period...”
He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but such emotion did enter his voice. “Probation period?” Ranma asked curiously.
Nodding her head, Officer Jolie explained, “Yes it’s more... common in regions with dominatrix fetishes but one form of probation is the girl is let go but every week or twice a month, pending if the Tamer is in the wilderness a lot, go to a police station and submit the pokégirl to community service and he must oversee and perhaps even participate.”
Raising an eyebrow, Ranma had to admit, it wasn’t much better but it was getting there. “Such as?” He asked curiously.
“You and Asrial sexing up an entire civil department,” explained Amanda. “It could be pokégirls at City Hall, the Fire Department, the PokéCenter... the Police Station...”
Considering all that he heard so far, Ranma was a little sorry to admit such sounded like the best option. Still, if it meant keeping Asrial out of serious trouble... “That sounds... reasonable...” he answered slowly, although sounding a bit unsure.
Hearing that reply, Amanda’s eyes gleamed. “Really? Yes! YES! Especially since you’re an 11!!” This might make up for all the times Jolie stiffed her on borrowing that dress!
“...Huh?” Ranma asked seriously. “What’s an ‘11’?”
Raising her head from the screen of her data pad, the police pokégirl stared at him. “WAIT!” Officer Mariah shouted. “HE'S THE 11!? Hold the phone here!” She said seriously as she started to put in data into her pad, typing away furiously.
Watching as the OfficerJenny on the end was typing away at speeds that shouldn’t have been humanly possible; Ranma turned his attention back to Officers Jolie and Amanda. “So...” he started to speak again. “Just what is an ‘11’ anyway and what’s it got to do with what happens to Asrial?”
Chuckling a bit, the pokégirl who’d been getting to TAME Ranma rather frequently decided she was best to field that question. “Eheh heh... well, you’re very good at Taming and well if yesterday told you anything some departments have sex-starved officers...” Jolie explained. “So you and Asrial both submitting to--however long the judge decides probation period is--offering your sexual prowess to all civil service departments you visit on your journey for documentation... they may agree to that.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma had to admit, “Okay, that’s cool.” With what he learned from Jolene, he understood these girls didn’t have specific Tamers yet NEEDED Taming! True, he wasn’t so keen on the idea of having sex with EVERY pokégirl in a uniform that needed it that might ask... but it was certainly better than the alternative that would have been available to Asrial. He promised he would protect her and he would, so kami help him!
No, really, kami help him! He had a feeling this was to be a loooong probation period.
It was then that Amanda offered her two credits into the whole scenario. “But there is a downside,” she said seriously. “You would have to get a passing probation evaluation from the department head who would submit it to the presiding judge. If you fail they may send Asrial in for a Taming Cycle, regardless of all you did.”
“Wait!” Ranma shouted. “What if the department head just wants Asrial or me to get in trouble and sends a crappy grade anyway!?” After meeting Gary Oaks, his two lackeys and that Krankcase jerkoff, he knew there were people in this world that were just assholes for the hell of it. He wasn’t going to put in all that work to Tame civil service pokégirls if it meant someone could just decide to be a jealous dick and lie to the appropriate higher-ups.
Amanda smiled at him reassuringly. “Oh, we have ways of preventing that. The reviews are video-logged so the judges can also base their own judgment with the grade. If the judge feels the evaluator was being biased against what the obvious grade should be, he passes you regardless and then the evaluator gets ‘re-educated’,” the OfficerJenny snickered. She had a supervisor who did something like that... biiiiiiig mistake and career costing... not to mention the loss of his dick.
Ah well, not like it was much of a loss. Three inches when fully erect certainly wasn’t something to write home about.
Finally, Officer Mariah finished her work on the data pad. “Girls, we do have precedent...” she said seriously.
“Precedent?” Officer Jolie asked curiously. “What kind of precedent?”
Nodding his head, Ranma leaned in. Maybe this was good news! Maybe he wouldn’t have to be fucking every pokégirl from here to East Bumfuck!
He really wished Kasumi hadn’t started pointing out weird town on the map last night...
“Back in 257 AS, another ‘11’ Ranking Tamer wanted to take on all punishment that his Buttaneer caused as a member of Mao Shin Mao’s rebellion,” Officer Mariah spoke seriously. “He wanted to protect her from all her crimes; despite not having been a part of the whole revolution. He loved her that much.” She took a deep breath and continued. “He made a ruling concerning the area and the time. Many males had died during Mao’s Revolution, many of them from the police force and local law enforcement agencies. The civil service pokégirls lost their main source of Taming and the Judge decided that HE should help out.”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, Officer Jolie had to ask, “You mean..."
Nodding her head, the OfficerJenny with the data pad replied, “He was put onto ‘Community Servicing’ for 168 hours... one full week time. He had to act as Tamer for ALL Civil Service pokégirls in the area. Dalmatians in the Fire Department, NurseJoys in the PokéCenter...” she grinned widely. “OfficerJennys at the Police Station...”
Catching on Ranma asked, “Meaning... I could do that stuff... to save Asrial?” If it was restricted to only one area, it would certainly be a lot more bearable than having to go cross-League for such. A short Time Taming pokégirls not his in one sitting was better than over the course of maybe MONTHS at best. He did have his own Harem he needed to protect, not even mentioning he needed to help Asrial find her friends!
Nodding her head, Officer Mariah answered, “The judge might rule that your Salusian be included since her crime is severe but yes. You or both of you CAN take this plea out. You also have to keep in mind,” the police pokégirl told him seriously, “that this precedent was set during the time of Mao’s Revolution... when punishments for pokégirl crimes were far more severe. And yet it was still ONLY the Tamer that had to give anything to the community.”
“But still, it is invoke-able? Right?” Ranma asked again.
“No law says it isn’t unusable but in the end...” the OfficerJenny took a deep breath. “It’s all left up to the judge,” Mariah admitted.
Sighing, Ranma nodded his head in acceptance. “Better than nothing, I guess...” he looked up at the trio of OfficerJennys. “Say, can I see Asrial now?”
“Oh sure,” Officer Jolie said. “In fact, I’ll bring you to her.” She wanted him to have someone he could trust so he could lean on her when he met Gertrude. That OfficerJenny could traumatize a Widow!
His body rocking with each jolt from the Class-D Scootie Jr. Truck Camper, Jeremy’s eye twitched in dismay. It would turn out the suspension was shot on the damned vehicle. “I swear to the Thousand Gods, Assrial... I’m going to kill him if we come back alive...” he told his Normal/Poison-type pokégirl in all seriousness. Bad enough they had to catch a boat to get to One Island but... they couldn’t just take the port to the south of them, NO! That would be too easy! Douchsiabag Port was closed due to a Limbec Pirate Battle not too far away and was due to be closed until further notice! So that meant they had to go to the nearest sea-port: Port Magentit...
AND THAT WAS A GODS DAMNED TWO-WEEK TRIP! It was crossing through three damned Routes and was noted as the longest trek one could go in the League without seeing civilization!
Yep... he and Assrial were going to be stuck in this shot-to-hell, piece-of-shit lightly-armored vehicle... one that would get to rockin’ despite no Taming going on!
However, it was Jeremy’s pokégirl that was more outspoken about her annoyance due to this trip. “Gonna kill’im, gonna kill’im, GONNA KILL THAT PROFESSOR!!!” She ranted as the RV shook her every-which-way as she sat in the front passenger’s seat.
“Here, here,” the lab assistant said in full agreement as he patted Assrial’s shoulder.
Although it didn’t help much, her Tamer’s touch still managed to mildly ebb some of her anger. Sighing, she gently leaned into his touch. “...This sucks...” she grumbled in annoyance.
Sighing, all Jeremy could do was nod his head in agreement with his Skunkette. “I know. I’m rather tempted to hit a mechanic’s shop on the way over...”
Turing her head to look at her master, the Normal/Poison-type pokégirl asked, “Did he give you his Standard League Credit Card to pay for gas and other expenses for this trip?”
Blinking his eyes for a moment, Jeremy replied, “I can’t remember. Assrial, check my wallet. If it’s not there we’re going to call him and tell him to either forward my account some mad cash or we’re just going dump this thing in a sewer and it’ll be his ass.” The lab assistant certainly wouldn’t mind whatever happened as long as there was at least twenty miles between him and the danger.
Taking her Tamer’s PokéDex, the Skunkette with long blonde hair flipped the lid and held it to her Tamer. “Press here, Master.”
Reaching over with his right hand, Jeremy had to balance himself, the rocking of the vehicle making it difficult for him to make proper contact. It took a bit of doing but he finally pressed his thumb to the identity scan.
Nothing happened.
“What?” The goateed brunette asked as he raised an eyebrow. “Assrial, is the power switch flipped on?”
Taking the Dex away, the Skunkette looked it over for the switch’s place. “Let me check,” the blonde pokégirl replied. She flipped a switch on the side. “Okay, Master! Now press it!"
The male of the Feeble line reached out, making contact once more with his thumb on the identity scan. Still, nothing happened. “Assrial, open my PokéDex. Maybe the battery came loose.”
Nodding her head, the Skunkette did as her master told her. Opening the small lid piece of plastic frame, she blinked her bright blue eyes in surprise. “Master Jeremy?”
His eyes still on the road again, the former Tamer asked, “Yes?”
Not sure how she should tell him, the skunk-like pokégirl decided a direct approach would be best. “It’s empty.”
Jeremy slammed his feet on the breaks, causing the vehicle to skid forward about six feet before coming to an abrupt stop. Putting the Truck Camper into its Parking Brake, he turned to his Alpha Pokégirl. “WHAT!?” He cried out in disbelief.
“Well...” Assrial continued. “Maybe not completely empty.” She took out a slip of paper that had been rolled up and stuffed in it. “It looks like someone left you a note.”
Taking the paper and opening it, Jeremy twitched as he saw it was Professor Steamhead’s stationary and recognized the hand-writing of said person as well. “Dear Jeremy,” he read aloud. “I owe you one PokéDex Battery. Signed, Professor Johan Steamhead.” He crumpled the note in his hand, the normally calm man twitching. “THOUSAND GODS DAMN IT!!” He roared as he slammed a fist on the dashboard. “Assrial break out the map, they have Dex batteries at fuel stations. I got enough SLC in hand cash to buy another battery and then we can check.”
“Aye aye,” Jeremy’s Alpha Pokégirl replied as she opened the dashboard compartment, breaking out the map, (since the GPS on the vehicle was faulty) and checked their marked route. “Okay... if I’m reading this correctly, the closest one should be up the road.”
That response made the lab assistant blink his eyes in shock. “...Really?” Jeremy asked, sounding pleasantly surprised. “I thought there wouldn't be any signs of human civilization out here until we got to Port Magentit.”
“Apparently there is,” the Skunkette replied. She moved the map onto the dashboard so he could look at it and keep his eyes on the road. “See? They have an RV Park listed here; you just have to go into Deliverance Woods.”
There was a very long pause of silence between the two before the retired Tamer finally broke it. “.........Oh fuck...” Jeremy whispered as he twitched rather violently. “...Deliverance Woods?” He asked, the man’s voice filled with dread.
Realizing just WHERE they were, Assrial blinked her eyes as she re-checked the map. “You know, if we go off route here,” She pointed to the map as she tried to mark out a travel path. “We can bypass the area entirely. Sure, it adds an hour to the drive but-”
“HOURDETOUROVERSURPRISEBUTTSEXISGOOD!” Jeremy agreed hastily before Assrial could even finish. His hand switched back to Drive before he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, tires screeching before the Class-D Scootie Jr. Truck Camper took off like a scared Chocoboob.
Being thrown into the backrest of the passenger’s seat from the sudden force and inertia, the Skunkette tried to warn him, “But we’ll still be on the outskirts so be careful!”
His eyes on the land before them, the lab assistant nodded his head. “Outskirts I can deal... I mean... the outskirts can’t be as bad, right?” He asked in all seriousness. Sure, this meant they were more likely to be attacked by a Feral pokégirl but he had full confidence in Assrial’s battle capabilities. They’d likely come across Bug or Plant-type pokégirls out here and Assrial knew both Flamethrower and Back Burner techniques! As it stood, he was more worried about... those from the Woods.
Nodding her head in understanding, Assrial braced herself and grunted as they turned off the Route proper and into the wooded area to the North but not going directly into the woods. Damn Truck Camper was not up to stuff. “Look at it this way Master,” she told him in seriousness. “As long as we’re still close to Deliverance Woods, we shouldn’t have to worry about Pokégirl Thieves. Now you on the other hand...” she giggled as he twitched.
His eyes on the road, the brunette with a goatee continued to drive. “Not funny,” he told his pokégirl in all seriousness, twitching at the mere thought of the kinds of inbred hicks that lived out there and not just from the rocking of the Truck Camper’s crappy suspension.
Assrial couldn’t help but feel ashamed at getting a small chuckle at her master’s expense. “I’m sorry, Master,” the pokégirl apologized.
Although he was quiet for a long moment, Jeremy finally told her, “After my pal Phrank went through those woods he was never the same.” The man still had night terrors that woke him from a sound sleep.
A sweat-drop rolling down the side of her head, the Skunkette had to tell him, “Well, Master... In all honesty Phrank wasn’t... well... ‘capable’.”
“Maybe so but still... even well-to-do Tamers avoid those woods,” Jeremy shuddered as he continued driving. That place was the sort that shouldn’t have existed. The only reason it hadn’t been nuked off the face of the earth was that they were rather Anti-Pokégirl... and this WAS an Anti-Pokégirl sort of League. “No, instead they like men and the occasional Tomboys to keep their numbers up,” he grumbled under his breath, his vision occasionally drifting to the woods not far from them. He shuddered. Poor Phrank had some horror stories. Even the Tomboy in his harem came back with nightmares and a sore... well everything but mostly her ass.
However, any thoughts of Phrank were suddenly in the back of his mind as he was jarred into the present; the front right tire blowing out. “WHAT THE HELL!?” He roared as he fought with the steering wheel, trying to keep the Truck Camper from rolling over. With Assrial reaching over and grabbing the wheel to help him, they both kept the vehicle stable and stopped without incident.
Leaning back into her seat, the Skunkette let off a deep breath. “...Oh, this is not happening...” Assrial grumbled in annoyance.
Raising his head from the steering wheel, Jeremy growled, “If that bastard didn’t pack a spare tire-”
“I saw it with the jack,” the Normal/Poison-type pokégirl spoke up quickly, hoping to ease her Tamer’s worries. “Thankfully he didn’t take them,” Assrial said, attempting to climb out of her seat. “Let’s get it changed ASAP before it gets dar-” she yelped as suddenly there was another blow-out; the front-left tire exploding, followed by both rear tires at the time.
Twitching considerably, Jeremy asked his Skunkette, “Please... PLEASE say we have FOUR spare tires...”
Looking into the back, pokégirl replied, “Uuuh...” she took a minute to further check. “There are three spares... and one midget spare meant for his town-car... it can fit but we’ll have some serious bumps along the way.”
“AAAAAARRRGGHHH!!” Jeremy roared, repeatedly hitting his head on the steering-wheel. Why? Why was this happening to him? WHY!? He paid his taxes, he put up with the Professor’s bullshit, he listened to how his mother was just so proud of Ricky, how Ricky went on to be a really great Pokégirl Tamer while he gave up well into his third year and went to become a Researcher’s Assistant. Didn’t he deserve to catch a break!?
His head coming to rest on the steering-wheel, the lab assistant felt his lot in life was hopeless. Yet before Jeremy could just give up, he felt a pair of arms around him and a pair of lips gently touch his cheek
“It’ll be okay, Master,” Assrial told him. “I know it sucks Jeremy, I know... it just sucks balls.”
Smiling, Jeremy leaned his head against his pokégirl. Although he had real worries at the moment, he couldn’t help but comment, “I rather like it when you’re sucking mine.”
The Skunkette grinned widely. “Later. We better change these tires first but afterwards, I’m all yours... as always,” she assured him.
“Awww... ain’t dat jess preciooouuusss?” Came a sound of broken, (if not outright beaten and raped) English from outside of the Truck Camper.
“Yeah... foolish sonnuvagun thinks dat pokégirls are where romance is at,” came another male voice.
Turning his head, Jeremy’s eyes widened. There, coming from the woods were two men, both dressed in overalls, thick trench-coats, boots, Yokel hats, and carrying Double-Barreled Elemental Shotguns. “Oooooh shiiiiiiiit...” he whimpered as the two hicks continued to make their way towards them, both men with big grins on their faces; each missing a number of teeth... possibly the same but it was less prominent on the mouth of the one with the long, grizzled beard.
At the sounds of the voices, Assrial’s fur stood up. She stared at the two oncoming forest dwellers as she held tightly onto Jeremy. If these guys gave them trouble she could turn and pull off a quick attack... hopefully they weren’t lightning quick-shots.
“Well, well, lookit here Otis...” the one with a beard said as he turned to his brother/cousin/third-cousin-twice-removed. “We gots us a City Slicker...”
Chuckling, Otis showed off more of his teeth... or rather less as it seemed he only had about five in his whole damn head. “He sure has a purty mouth, Beauford.”
Eyes going wide, Jeremy practically jumped from his seat and into Assrial’s lap... not that she could blame him, mind you. “We just want to fix our camper and be on our way,” Jeremy told him, trying not to let any fear creep into his voice.
“Well shucks!” The individual more beard than man replied. “That’s jess too bad. We likes compinee.”
Nodding his head, Otis licked his lips. “Yeah! Specially when they gots a purty mouth!”
The bearded Beauford grinned and added, “And likely a tight ass.”
Otis guffawed as Jeremy’s eyes widened in sheer horror. Turning to his relative of some level, he asked, “Hey, we gonna make him squeal like a Giltlectric?”
Nodding his head, the latter, fatter of the two Deliverance Woods residents replied, “I’m sure thinking’ we should...”
Her eyes narrowing angrily, the pokégirl’s protective instincts kicked into overdrive. Moving her master off of her lap, she told them, “And that’s where I say-BACK BURNER!” Jumping up in the front cabin, she swerved around her Tamer, ass aimed at the two male hicks.
“OH NO!” Otis squealed, arms rising protectively. “FEMALE ASS!”
“Quick!” Beauford shouted as he turned around quickly and started running. “We gotta git before we start thinkin’ thoughts of straight people!”
Turning about and running after his brother/cousin/whatever, the nearly toothless Deliverance Resident shouted, “I ain’t ready fer a real womin!”
Seeing the two run like a couple of unattached pokégirls on Sadie Pokén’s Day, Asrial smirked, feeling confident in her superiority. “Oh hohohohoooo!” She laughed as she undid the button and zipper her jean shorts, letting them fall down her legs. Reaching past her tail with her right hand to smack her bare ass, she taunted, “What’s a matter, fellas? MY ASS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!?”
Seeing as the Deliverance doofuses were on the run, Jeremy roared the command, “Spray ‘em, Assrial!” He was going to make those jerks regret coming after him!
“Oh, I got one for them, all right!” Assrial laughed with devilish glee as she let one rip... quite literally. Her laughter only continued as both men squealed much like their favorite porcine pokégirls as they evaded blasts of fire; both hicks disappearing into the woods and hopefully for good.
Finally, once they disappeared, the Skunkette relaxed. “HA! Score one for me!” Assrial shouted as she bent over and pull her shorts and panties up her legs, fiddling with her clothing to get it back on properly.
Jeremy practically glomped his pokégirl. Hugging her tightly, he kissed her repeatedly all over her face. “Assrialyou’rethebestyou’rethebestyou’rethebest!!!” Was his unintelligible mantra as he praised the Thousand Gods for giving him Assrial.
Closing her eyes, the Skunkette smiled, basking in her master’s praise. “Mmmm... ooh... Jeremy... so thankful...” she cooed happily, kissing back. Holding a lip-lock with her Tamer for a moment, she broke it as she had to tell him, “Of course I’d protect my beloved... but as much as I’d like a Taming in thanks... we better fix the camper before they get reinforcements.”
“Actually,” yet ANOTHER male voice spoke up. “You won’t have to worry about reinforcements. We’ll get you out of here before they come back with more of their ‘Boy Band’ tactics...”
Both Tamer and pokégirl turned their heads. They cursed as they saw men in black and red around the vehicle. “FUCK!!” Both cursed in perfect sync.
“Oh yeah, ‘fuck’!” A man in a Team Rocket uniform smiled at them. Behind him were several other members and their pokégirls, various sorts but all common-types; Zubutts being most prominent. The Hound next to the Team Rocket Grunt that was up against open driver’s door growled. “Now if you two would be so kind... get out. We’re stripping this thing of everything worthwhile.”
Raising an eyebrow, the blonde Skunkette stared at him. “Everything of worth, huh?” Well, it looked like they’d only be there for two minutes or so then.
Another Team Rocket came up near his leader, aiming an Elemental Pump-Action Shotgun at him. “And if there’s enough to cover costs... we won’t take it out of your asses.”
Chuckling darkly, the lead Grunt told them, “Better do as my colleague says... he’s packing some Heavy Water Shells... I doubt she’ll be able to make even the tiniest spark of flame once she’s soaked.” His grin showed numerous teeth. “And that’s if the water pressure doesn’t break any bones...”
Eyes narrowing in anger, Assrial crossed her arms over her chest. She had dealt with Rockets when she and Jeremy were still on the road of his Taming Journey. “Feh! No matter how much time passes, you guys are all still the same sort pussies who have to leech off of others to make a living.”
“Assrial!” Jeremy hissed at his pokégirl. Was she trying to get them killed!?
Turning her head to look at her master, the blonde Skunkette demanded to know, “Why should we bow down!?” She shook her head and snorted in disgust before turning back to the lead Rocket Grunt. “You know what? You can HAVE the fucking thing! Just give us a lift to the nearest gas station with OUR belongings! This camper isn’t ours and I really don’t give a flying fuck as to WHAT you do with it!”
Chuckling darkly at the pokégirl’s antics, the Team Rocket Grunt had to ask, “What makes you believe you can negotiate?”
Looking into his eyes, Assrial gave him a dark smile. “Oh, you can soak me to dampen my attacks but there’s something we have.” She reached behind her Tamer’s seat and produced a PokéBall with a lid that was purple with two pink spots and a white ‘M’ on the lens.
Recognizing the item his Skunkette held, Jeremy’s eyes widened in horror, even more so than when the Deliverance Woods dwellers had been propositioning him. “ASSRIAL!” The man screamed. “DON’T OPEN IT!”
Holding out the PokéBall that contained the abomination to science and all life, the blonde skunk-girl told the gathered Rockets, “My Tamer is rarely ever this freaked. So please understand that whatever this is... it’s nasty. Plus, there’s another reason we’re small fry for you bozos.”
Before the leader could ask trumpet music began to play an ancient rally call dubbed ‘Revelry’. “The hell was that?” The Team Rocket Grunt asked. Looking around, his attention was soon back on what the Skunkette was holding. He just suddenly snatched it from her, surprising the Skunk-type. “What’s in this PokéBall?” The Team Grunt asked as he held the sphere... yet unlike most Balls, taking notice of the ‘M’ atop the lens. “Looks like a...”
“Master Ball...” Jeremy replied for the Rocket Leader as he started to move behind Assrial. “It’s the only thing powerful enough to contain the damned thing within it right now.” He shuddered. “By the thousand gods, it’s a monster, a true pox upon humanity!”
With the Grunt’s attention on her master, Assrial quickly swipe the Master Ball back from him. She had to admit; she must have been getting rusty if a Rocket could take it that quickly from her. “That’s right. It’s holding something VERY nasty in it! So if you don’t want us to let this loose upon you all, we’ll just-”
One of the Grunts interrupted her as he shouted, “Hey boss what’s with the thousand gods-damned music? Where’s it coming from!?” It was getting louder as timed pass.
“Probably the Forest,” The leader of the faction of Team Rocket Grunts replied. “You know those Deliverance Hicks and their music...”
Nodding his head, a fellow Grunt replied, “Yeah... but that’s usually dueling Banjos! These definitely aren’t banjos!”
Getting a really bad feeling crawling down his spine, Jeremy volunteered some information. “If my memory is correct, what’s playing is old time battle cry music.”
Raising an eyebrow, the Grunt in charge of the small squadron of Rocket members asked, “What do you mean by battle cr-”
“CHAAAAAAAARGE!” The sounds of dozens of Deliverance voices filled the air. The ground shook as several rush from the woods in drove like a stampede.
“ASS AHOY!!”
“PURTY MOUTHS!”
“GIVE ‘EM NO QUARTER, BOYZ!”
“MAKE ‘EM SQUEAL LIKE GILTLECTRICS!”
“SON OF A BITCH!” The Rockets, Jeremy and Assrial screamed as they were suddenly swept up in a wave of inbred atrocity.
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