“How’s that, dear?” asked Nodoka, as the Sexum matriarch and her pokéwomen helped the youngest Tendo back into her bed.
Akane just nodded, still slightly confused at the woman before her, wondering how much of this Nodoka had laid buried in the Auntie from back home. The whole trip back to the PokéCenter had been a disaster as far as she was concerned.
What were Ranma’s fetishes? Did he have a favorite position? How long had they been sleeping together? Did he have any pokékits or children out there?
And the less said about any question she had asked that included the phrase ‘like his father, does he?’ the better. The few sexual habits she had learned about ‘Uncle Genma’ of this world would probably haunt her until the day she died. Hell, she’d never be able to look at the part-time panda ever again when they made it home.
They would make it home. No way would she stand for staying in this perverted universe forever.
“Well dear,” said Nodoka, as her two pokéwomen returned to her side, “I did want to make you an offer.”
“Offer?” squeaked Akane. Oh no! She’s gonna molest me!
“Well, I heard you didn’t receive a starter pokégirl yet,” continued Nodoka, taking no notice of Akane’s fear as she smoothed out the covers. “And I understand how hard that can be for a female Tamer.”
“Huh?”
“Well, almost all pokégirls given out as Starters are strictly heterosexual,” Nodoka replied, pulling up a seat to the bed. “As a result, almost all of them given to a female Tamer starting out tend to be poor matches.”
“I… guess I get that,” said Akane.
“Well, some do move closer together,” offered Nodoka. “But this also means most female Tamers lose patience and give up being Tamers.”
“But some do get pokégirls that are bisexual or lesbian,” she continued. “And those go on to become strong and respected Tamers,” Nodoka said, grabbing Kinshou’s hand. She remembered when she had first acquired the then Domina. Oh, those first adventures, the establishing of who was in charge, the way she taught her how to properly snap a whip using Genma…
Good times…
“They don’t do that?” asked Akane. “I mean, shouldn’t there be a few set aside for female Tamers?”
“Well, there’s the difference between common sense and political reality,” sighed Nodoka. “I mean, one would think they would acquire a few pokégirls every year specifically for female Tamers. But since going into the wilds and grabbing a few wild pokégirls or acquiring a few fresh pokékits from a Ranch is easier…”
“Anyway, to illustrate the point,” Nodoka said, pulling a PokéBall from her belt. “This beauty is a pure lesbian pokégirl known as a Psi-Dyke. And they gave her to some male Tamer who…” Nodoka paused, taking a calming breath. Even Akane could see how upsetting it was for her to talk about it.
“After our Mistress heard the fool male Tamer had struck her for what he considered insolence,” offered Azalea, “she adopted her and promised to find a strong female Tamer for her.”
“Um… I’m not too familiar with the type,” said Akane sadly. “The prep-tests never went into lesbian or heterosexual pokégirls too much.” Actually, now that she thought about it, the test had pretty much skipped anything about sexuality. Maybe Kasumi was right about those people who made the test. Maybe they simply thought anything female just simply had to be fu—molested.
Nodoka nodded. I swear those fools will never learn. Perhaps if the test was a bit harder, a bit more rounded, we wouldn’t have so many idiots in the field. “Well dear, you could use your new PokéDex,” giggled Nodoka.
“Oh,” Akane replied with an embarrassed blush. She had entirely forgotten the thing after receiving it. After all, she hadn’t had much use for it until now. Hell, the test hadn’t even asked any questions about it. “Um, how? They didn’t give me an owner’s manual or anything.”
“Just point it at the pokéball here and click on the ‘Identify’ button,” Nodoka coached as Akane grabbed her PokéDex off the nearby table and did so.
PSI-DYKE, the Man-Hating Pokégirl
Type: Humanoid/Near Human
Element: Psychic
Frequency: Rare
Diet: carnivorous (ferals prefer raw freshly-killed meat)
Role: Anti-Human Psychic Task Force
Libido: exclusively lesbian, moderately High
Strong Vs: Fighting, Poison, Psychic
Weak Vs: Bug, Dark, Ghost
Attacks: Teleport, Quick, Agility, Telekinesis
Enhancements: Night vision, unique skin, functional claws
Evolves: Psivamp (Moon Shard), Psilady (battle stress)
Evolves From: None
Psi-Dykes are not common for many reasons, not the least of which is their carnivorous eating habits.
Threshold and Domesticate Psi-Dykes look Near Human so long as they don't become feral. Psi-Dykes don't have a unique appearance, but all Psi-Dykes have a unique skin takes on a smooth, almost oily, texture. Their skin allows them to resist 'pruning' in water and gives them a silken touch.
Feralborn Psi-Dykes, a true rarity, and any Psi-Dyke who DOES go feral do not look very humanoid. Their skin turns a faint turquoise color and looks almost scaly, even though it isn't. Their eye colors usually invert (save for their pupils), and their claws lengthen to an inch, but become retractable. When feral, Psi-Dykes have a tendency to separate things into that which can be mated with and that which is food. Everything else is a concern only in how it can be used to get either more things to mate with or more things to eat.
If Domesicate or a Threshold Pokégirl takes a female human lover, she will return to her Near Human appearance, save for her claws, which remain retractable. Their psychic powers are considerable and only the strongest willed of female Tamers has been known to keep in control of a Psi-Dyke when she's "in the mood".
Feralborn Psi-dykes have also been known to cause some dismay due to their habit of swallowing live rodents whole, though some have adopted a more civilized habit of biting the heads off before devouring their meal. Domesticate or Threshold Psi-Dykes may seek out a Khangasscunt or a Chickenlittle to fulfill their meat needs.
When feralborn or domesticate born, Psi-Dyke instinctively hate males, and it's believed that they may have been made as an attempt to keep Pokégirls from going feral and joining mankind. Domesticate Pokégirls can usually keep their hatred in check to the point that they can be nice to men who are well-mannered or good at heart; but Feralborn Psi-Dykes have a harder time tolerating any man.
Threshold Pokégirls do not arbitrarily change their opinions about men, but slowly find themselves less and less attracted to male until only bishounen-esque men (i.e. men who are pretty to the point of being feminine in appearance) can even begin to arouse them. Eventually, 95% of all threshold Psi-Dykes will find that the strongest relationships they can have with men is purely friendship. Threshold Psi-Dykes are the most likely to even attempt to engage in a heterosexual relationship, but find themselves requiring female companionship as well, due to the fact that Psi-Dykes are among the rare Pokégirls whose taming cycle is 100% satiated from taming from a female, while a taming with a male will result in only 10% effectiveness. As such, it requires five tamings to get them as satiated as a normal Pokégirl would be with a female tamer.
In the rare even that a male tamer winds up with a Psi-Dyke, it's suggested that they get a Dark-type Pokégirl or a trusted Pokégirl (i.e. bonded to the tamer) to be the Psi-Dyke's regular lover.
“Wow,” murmured Akane. “She definitely sounds strong.” Part of her wondered if this Psi-Dyke would at least be able to stand being around Ranma—at least when he was male.
“Oh, she is,” Nodoka nodded in reply. With gentle movements, she placed the Psi-Dyke’s PokéBall in Akane’s hand.
The youngest Tendo sat there speechless. Part of her felt proud she given such a strong pokégirl. A part of her was upset she considered the poor creature inside the PokéBall as something that could be given away. And a very large part of her was worried what would happen when it came time to *gulp* tame her.
Never did she ever consider if her will was strong enough to control the ‘spirited’ pokégirl.
“Now I know it won’t be your official starter,” Nodoka continued. “They’ll probably be sending you one before the week is out.” If not, they’ll be hearing from me! Really, the girl doesn’t even have an e-mail yet telling her when to expect one! And how the hell did those scammers get her e-mail address already? She’s barely had the thing for a few hours! “But you strike me as the kind of girl who would be a perfect match for this young beauty.”
Akane just blinked for a moment, giving the scary analog of Auntie Saotome a glare. “Are you saying I’m gay?” she asked with a hint of anger in her voice.
“Not at all, dear,” calmly stated Nodoka. “Unlike men, a woman’s sexuality is dynamic. We—with a few exceptions like that pretty in your hands—can find pleasure on both sides of the fence. I’m sure you have enjoyed the skills of my manly son until now. As such, I have no doubt that so too will you enjoy her spirited advances as well.”
Akane blushed heavily, trying to figure out what to say. She remembered all too well how Auntie Saotome had been like with her seppuku contract and anything concerning how ‘manly’ Ranma was acting and could be perceived. Could this Nodoka be even worse? Was there some sort of contract waiting for Ranma here?
Nodoka however noticed something odd. “My, oh my; did you two not have sex yet?”
“Of course not!” Akane said loudly, old patterns of denial surfacing.
“Well, that is a problem,” said Nodoka, finger tapping her chin, assuming that Akane’s anger was more towards either not having had sex or her son being unable to find the time to do such. It never occurred to her that Akane’s anger had been at the fact such a question had been asked. “I assume you were planning a lovely night of passion when you had your accident.”
Akane gulped, turning to look away, knowing she had to say this right and not appear to be lying. This version of Auntie was a huge pervert, someone who wanted to bed her own son. Moreover, giving her the wrong answer would probably be bad. It might expose them if not make Auntie angry with Ranma.
He so owes me for this! “Well, we did plan to… later on…” she said, blushing furiously. It wasn’t exactly a lie. It could have happened… if they ever got married… you know… in the distant future.
“Awwwww,” said the elder woman and two pokéwomen.
“Well then,” smiled Nodoka, straightening Akane’s hair and turning the girl back around to face her, “I’m sure when you get healthy, you and my manly son can finally have your long awaited joining.
“But make sure you take proper care with that Psi-Dyke,” she continued. “She’s had some very bad experiences with men already. So you should be very careful having her out near my manly son. They have been known to have quite the strong jealous streak at times. But I’m sure if you settle her down and have a nice long chat that having one does not mean you will give up the other, certainly something can be worked out.”
“Really?”
“Well, it’ll take a lot of work,” mumbled Nodoka. “Angie always had trouble with her Psi-Dyke, Jennifer, being upset with her husband, always complaining that some ‘Breeder’ was stealing her pussy and such. To be honest, it isn’t that unusual for a woman to hand off her Psi-Dyke when they become involved with a man,” she said sadly. “But I know you’ll be strong enough to ensure this doesn’t happen to you. I’m sure that between the two of you, you’ll be able to work something out.”
Akane nodded, blushing furiously as she imagined one possible scenario she could see happening; when said Psi-Dyke discovered Ranma’s Jusenkyo Curse. If anything, it would probably be all that would keep the pokégirl from throwing fits about Ranma—if not constantly trying to activate Ranma’s curse. Normally, she’d never believe a female could act so perverted.
But given how Kasumi was acting, the fact said female was a pokégirl, and the general run of their luck, Akane began reciting a small prayer that she too wouldn’t be dragged down into this insanity.
Luckily, she was saved from further embarrassment by a knock on the door. Slowly, the excitable Peekabu poked her head in. “Um, Mistress Akane?”
“Yes?” winced said Tendo, not believing that for a moment, that title had felt… normal. I’ve been here WAY too long.
“The proctor assigned by the judge is here. And since Master is gone to help Mistress Kasumi acquire her Milktits, she decided she wanted to speak to you for a bit,” Kiiro responded nervously.
“Really?” asked Akane.
“Don’t worry, dear,” whispered Nodoka, patting the girl’s hand, her smile reminding Akane way too much of Auntie. “It doesn’t matter who this prick is; I won’t let him harm you.”
Oddly, the intended effect did calm Akane down and give her some confidence. “Sure, bring them in.”
“Okay,” said Kiiro, before she turned her head back, saying something that Akane couldn’t make out.
Soon enough, the door opened fully, as the Elf pokégirl, Cassandra, walked in, escorting a buxom blond that was equally familiar to Akane.
“Ah, and how are you feeling today, Ms. Tendo?” inquired Tsunade, making her way over towards the bed, taking the chart in-hand.
“Better,” Akane said cautiously.
Nodoka just blinked, staring at the blond—trying not to feel a spike of jealousy that she was exposing even more cleavage than the Sexum Matriarch. “Wait, I met you once.”
“Excuse me?” asked Tsunade, pausing in her scan of the girl’s file, spotting several obvious errors that she would try to look into later. NurseJoys just weren’t that incompetent.
“Yes,” nodded Nodoka. “We were in that conference at the Sunshine League, the one where Team Trauma and those second-rate rip-off Teams tried to Love Ball all of us.”
“What?” yelled Akane.
Nodoka just waved her concern off. “Oh, they tried to gather the best and the brightest, turn us all into pokégirls, and then either keep us of sell us off on the black market.
“Problem was that the little pricks didn’t expect anyone to actually fight back,” she finished in a feral smile.
“Ah yes,” murmured Tsunade, that week coming back to her. “As I recall, you had your Domina reduce a few males to eunuchs.”
Kinshou nodded happily. It was so great to do that. “It was a little hard, such small targets and everything.”
“Oh, she evolved.”
“Happy no matter what,” smiled Nodoka. “Actually, she evolved from that battle. And as I recall, you did shove some LostTech into some places they don’t normally go.”
“Was there not some poles as well, Mistress?” asked Azalea.
Tsunade’s smile turned feral. “Ah yes… Good times, good times…
“Anyway, I came here today to interview Ranma, get a grasp of his abilities so I could set up his servicing hours in a way that wouldn’t leave a lot of civil service pokégirls with substandard taming simply because we overworked him.”
“Okay,” nodded Nodoka. “You’re thankfully more intelligent than most proctors. They’d try and get the poor Tamers to go the entire sentence straight in order to have it done and over with.” She’d seen more than a few Tamers in her time have their reputations forever ruined by a bad report because they couldn’t go the distance demanded.
“And how do you plan to get a… grasp of his abilities?” asked Akane, glaring at the woman. Analog or not, she could feel the usual ‘other fiancé hitting on the baka’ rage beginning to grow.
Tsunade simply raised an eyebrow. Possessive little thing.
Then again, if that BoobTube video was any indication, I might be too. Sadly, she couldn’t afford such a scandal of having a young stud Tamer at her beck and call. It was hypocritical—what with the older Tamers had no trouble taking young human women, but what could you do.
But one could dream about such caring and closeness.
“Oh! I know!” exclaimed Kiiro, as she darted out of the recovery room.
“Oh, this won’t end well,” muttered Cassandra.
“Um, where are the others?” asked Akane, wondering where the alien skunk-girl and the pervert cat-girls were. She certainly didn’t feel safe with them running about—not that she felt safe with them near here either. But since Ranma was in this mess because he took the fall to protect Asrial, she felt a certain… responsibility to watch out that he hadn’t stupidly sacrificed himself in vain.
“What the hell are All-Day-Suckers?” whispered Asrial, the two cat-types on either side of her.
“Time release medicine sticks,” offered Cyan. “They’re soaked in medicine for just a few minutes, but they rapidly absorb the fluids. Releasing them however, is a slow process. Basically, you’ll have the fluids being released constantly for almost twenty four hours, depending on which type you get.”
“So what? They just keep these things in their mouth that long, like candy?”
Cyan nodded.
“And why are we asking a NurseJoy in on Mast—Ranma and the Tendos secret for these things? I mean, what medicine do we have—EEP!” she squeaked, feeling the black-furred pokégirl’s hands found themselves once again molesting her sex.
“Why, one of the best tastes on the planet, Alpha Asrial,” smirked Alice.
“Want to try one out?” asked the smiling NurseJoy, holding a box of one hundred blanks.
“Found them!” cried Kiiro as she entered into the recovery room once more, a small stack of DVDs in her arms.
Oh no! mentally cried Cassandra. Please let her remember not to inform Mistress Akane that Master has already Tamed her two sisters!
The Peebau handed the small stack of DVDs to the older women, smiling all the time, excitedly bouncing in place. “The staff was kind enough to always record Master’s Taming sessions with his pokégirls,” Kiiro stated. “And I figure that help you learn how to set Master’s schedule!”
The women in question looked at the DVDs in awe, holding them as if they were sacred relics.
Nodoka knew her son had been there only for a few days, but to amass such a collection of Tamings with his own harem… not to mention what made it onto BoobTube and the possibility that more could have occurred outside the viewing of cameras… one thing was certain, her Manly Son definitely had some stamina.
Tsunade was thinking along similar terms. In the past, the Ranma Saotome she knew could handle maybe three pokégirls in a day, two if one was something along the level of a Vixxen in terms of needs. Even then, he’d be tired and sluggish for almost half the next day, even if he got a full night’s sleep.
But this Ranma wasn’t. It looks like he finally learned some secrets or at least to pace himself. Oh, I wonder which.
“Um, excuse us,” stated Kinshou, looking over the shoulders of the two human women, “but who drew the covers?”
“Oh, a Nurse Mandy did,” said Kiiro. “She’s really good with artwork.” What was left unsaid to them was that most of the NurseJoy’s artwork had been caricatures of fool-hardy Tamers who had wandered into town. The one everyone loved was of a Tamer nude, several magnifying glasses over his crotch, with the caption ‘We’ll find it one day!’
Akane just stared, uncertain how she should be taking this new turn, idly fingering her pokéball. Part of her knew she should be upset, the reason varying from people recording Ranma doing that to Ranma allowing that to be recorded. Part of her warned her to be quiet, remembering Nabiki’s speech and her own studies, not wanting to blow their cover. And finally part of her was cursing whatever thing Happosai had done to send them to this world. Because as much as she wanted to blame the whole chain of events on Ranma or the hussies who went after him, this world had ‘Happosai’ written all over it.
Further indecision was cut off as four others entered the room, a NurseJoy Akane swore was named Jill, the two missing catgirls, and one very embarrassed looking alien skunk-girl.
I don’t wanna know. That one thought derailed the internal rage and confusion, making things so much simpler for the youngest Tendo, teaching her a lesson her father had mastered once upon a time.
Ignorance is Bliss.
“Well, ladies,” said Nurse Jill, looking about the room, “I’ll have to ask you all to leave so I can perform a checkup on Ms. Tendo.”
“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” asked Tsunade, her desire to help people for a moment overriding her curiosity about what lay on those DVDs.
“No, I can handle it,” smiled the NurseJoy, not wanting to risk her patient’s secret being discovered. “Besides, there isn’t too much to do right now besides letting her heal naturally.”
“Do you know if you have a conference room where we can watch these?” asked Nodoka, nearly foaming at the mouth at the prospect of seeing her child in action, but somehow still keeping her usual stature.
“I believe Conference Room 3 is still open with the video equipment,” said Jill.
“Excellent!” exclaimed Nodoka. “Come along, girls,” she said with a smile. “We may need your input on your Master’s abilities in the Taming Room.”
“YEAH!” cried Kiiro.
“Awesome!” stated the Cheetits and the Shadowcat, before they looped their arms around Asrial and dragged her back towards the door.
“Come along, Alpha,” stated Alice.
“Yes, as Alpha, you would have the most insight into how Master ‘handles’ us.” Cyan was practically purring.
“Help me!” squeaked Asrial, face pale—a considerable accomplishment considering her face was covered in white fur—as the two giggling cats dragged her back out, shutting the door behind them and leaving Akane alone with Jill.
“Uh… will she be okay?” asked Akane.
“Oh, she’ll be fine,” waved off the pokégirl as she set the scanning apprentice into place. “You can see it in their eyes that they really care for and respect that girl.”
“They do?” asked Akane, as she sat her pokéball on the bedside table, being careful to place it so it wouldn’t roll away and fall.
Jill nodded. “I’ve seen the whole gambit of emotions here, so I would like to believe I can read certain things in pokégirls. Cyan and Alice respect Asrial, probably through some test you’d rather not know anything about. But she somehow gained their respect, especially after their defeat of those Rocket clowns. They won’t do anything to damage her.”
“So their way of expressing respect is to molest her?” asked Akane.
Jill just shrugged. “Ours is a world built on lust, Ms. Tendo. Nudity isn’t an issue, sex is rarely something more than a way to say ‘I care for you’. It isn’t always pretty, but it does make for some close relationships.
“Not that I don’t expect Alice to try at some point to take the Alpha position,” she continued, setting up the computer to begin the scan. “She strikes me as someone who prefers the most dominant role she can get. But for now, Asrial is held high enough to prevent that.”
“Will they… try that with me?” Akane asked quietly.
“Depends on the pokégirl,” came the reply. “Some require a very strong and firm hand to keep them in line. Some will have no problem with being submissive because of that. But some won’t hesitate to take over a harem from their Tamer if they find a weakness to exploit. Pokégirls in that way are just like humans; you never truly know what they will do, but you generally know the range of their habits.”
“What about her?” asked Akane, looking towards her first pokégirl.
“What is she?”
“I think they said she was a Psi-dyke.”
“Feral bred or domestic?”
“I’m not sure,” stated Akane, feeling very uncertain.
“Well, after we’re done, I can show you how to pull up her history, which should have some information on where she originated from.
“But for her, you’ll need to show her who is in charge from the first moment you release her. Otherwise, she may use you as a puppet to control the harem.”
Akane gulped, before nodding her head, steeling her resolve. After all, she had plenty of time practicing on Ranma. Surely some strange girl would be no trouble.
Right?
“Well then, let’s check and make sure that tissue and that kidney are working perfectly.”
Akane nodded as she leaned back, closing her eyes as Jill removed the sheets. At least she could put it off for a little while longer.
She hoped.
Paul Simons rubbed his forehead, ignoring the pain-filled moans of his team on the aircraft.
It should have been an excellent day for him. They had heard rumors that Professor Steamhead’s assistant was on a vacation, a perfect time to abduct the fool, get needed intelligence on what the psychotic professor was up to, security plans, and such for a raid to gather items to further Team Rocket’s cause.
It took a bit of a downturn when the tracker they had placed on his vehicle as he passed a town showed him turning down a path that skirted Deliverance Woods, but hey; it wasn’t like those imbred mountain folk even had a settlement that close to the road.
And then things looked up when they learned the assistant was carrying something the Professor had wanted him to destroy. Well, Team Rocket never met a weapon they didn’t like.
And then apparently every hillbilly in the damned Woods decided they wanted to be hanging out there that day.
Well, his team had done him proud—i.e. they made sure to stand between him and the semi-nude hicks that decided act like first year Tamers at a Vixxen Pleasure House. But hey, at least his Hershey Highway was still a one-way street.
“Vance, did you get that moron’s PokéDex fixed yet?” he asked. It was pretty hard to rob someone let alone send a ransom message when their PokéDex was offline.
“The horror… the horror,” muttered Vance, laying down in his seat, cuddled into the fetal position. “The things I saw… the things I felt… the things that… touched me…”
“Dumbass,” growled Paul as he stomped over to his ‘former’ tech specialist and grabbed the device.
“It just needs a battery,” said Jeremy, chained and bound like Assrial to a pair of seats in the front, ensuring that there was no place for them to hide any escape attempts.
“What? Did the assistant forget to charge his battery?” smirked Paul.
“No,” snorted Assrial. “Master just didn’t count on that dick stealing it.”
“…Seriously?”
“Do you even know what Professor Steamhead is like?” asked Jeremy.
Sighing as his headache got worse, Paul stormed over to his makeshift desk, placing the PokéDex on top as he made his way towards a small supply stash, looking for a replacement battery, hoping the stored memory on the PokéDex was at least intact.
BANG!
Ignoring the sound of a gunshot going off, he returned to his desk, inserting the battery into the device, and flipped it on.
Well, he thought he flipped it on. “Damn it,” he growled as nothing happened. “Vance, get your ass,” he paused, rethinking his words. “Get over here and fix this damned thing!”
“He’s the guy that went into the bathroom that gunshot came from,” muttered Jeremy.
Blinking, Paul looked up. Sure enough, Vance was no longer in his seat and the sign above the lavatory illuminated the ‘Suicide’ symbol, right before a hissing sound was heard, signaling that a dead body was being ‘flushed’ from the aircraft. “Prick was always thinking of himself before others,” grumbled Paul as he sat back down. “Couldn’t he have killed himself after he fixed this thing?”
Jeremy and Assrial said nothing. It was hardly a shock to them that Rocket grunts didn’t handle having their black cherry’s plucked. Not many guys did, which was why Love Balling prisoners was considered a punishment worse than death.
Growling at how bad his day was quickly becoming, Paul removed the screws from the back of the PokéDex, hoping to the Thousand Gods it was something simple.
It was of course, but not in a good way.
“Dear Jeremy,” he read aloud. “I owe you one PokéDex Main Circuit Board. Signed, Professor Johan Steamhead.”
“Master, when we get out of this, I say we burn him alive,” growled Assrial.
“Can’t we report him or something first?” asked Jeremy. “I do kinda need the job.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” yelled Paul. If he didn’t need them to describe what horror was inside the Master Ball to the scientists back at the base they were now headed to, he’d shoot them too.
“Sir,” came the pilot’s voice over the speaker, “we have an incoming call from the Base, Major Payne.”
“…Please tell me that isn’t his codename?” asked Assrial.
Paul ignored her as he activated a nearby screen. “Sir!”
“Did you acquire the targets?” asked the man, sitting at a black marble desk, smoking a cigar.
“Yes sir!” stated Paul. “We acquired the assistant to Steamhead, his Alpha, and something locked inside a Master Ball that from what we gathered, Steamhead wanted destroyed.”
“Well then, it seems this trip wasn’t a complete waste.”
“We did lose some men from an attack near Deliverance Woods,” stated Paul, not wanting to spring such a surprise on the Major when they returned. Manpower might be cheap, but no one wanted to be caught not informing your superiors that unknown to them, their forces had been cut a while ago, especially in a battle.
“How many?”
“We lost three during the assault from those assholes,” stated Paul. “But we slaughtered at least twenty of the bastards.”
“So you faced only a small force of the D-people,” sighed Payne.
Paul’s eyes went wide at that. There had to have been close to a hundred hicks fighting them. And that was only a small force!?!? How many of them were there running around those woods?
“So any other issues?”
“No sir,” said Paul. “The rest of my team is returning, all fourteen—”
BANG!
“All thirteen of them will be there shortly.” At this rate, it’ll just be the pilots, me, and the prisoners. Can’t the fuckers wait to off themselves until after we land!?
“Very well,” stated Payne. “We shall await your return. Payne ou—”
BANG!
“…” Sighing, the Major simply shut off the video link.
Paul simply let his head fall onto the desk. “This is bull—”
“—shit,” muttered El Ray as he looked around the back of the store for his missing star(s). “I can’t believe you gave her three Milktits.”
“Well forgive me for being front row for a Milktit orgy I’m praying that was recorded by the security cameras,” stated Mike, once again cursing his non-functional equipment.
“I thought I heard her tell you to kiss her ass.”
“She did and Thousand Gods be praised, I did,” smiled Mike. Even the skin of a human woman tasted exotic, especially when covered with Milktit milk and pussy juice. His one regret now had been that he hadn’t been able to get to kiss or even fondle those heavenly pink nipples.
“And how do you plan to explain to your bosses how you gave away three of their prized Milktits?”
“Trust me, when they see that video, they’ll be glad I only gave away three.”
Soon, they found their quarry, coming out of the Freezer with an Ice Maiden who was a security guard according to the logo on what little clothing she wore.
“If you will give me a few minutes, I shall have the security footage you need duplicated,” stated the Ice Maiden, sucking on a Cherry Poppersicle.
“Oh thank you,” said Kasumi with her usual smile, sucking on a cherry ice treat of her own. “And you were right; the cream ones are the best!”
Mike blinked for a moment. “I didn’t know they made cream-filled Cherry Poppersicles.”
Nabiki just buried her head into Ranma’s shoulder; face flushed with embarrassment for what her sister and the security guard had done rather than from what she had done in the freezer. We are so going to have a nice little chat with Kasumi about boundaries! Though she did have a whole new respect for Ranma for taking that frozen treat up her pussy.
“Ms. Kasumi,” said El Ray, “I was hoping we could go over a few things about our contract, namely where to deliver the equipment to and how you’ll go about sending us new footage.”
“Of course,” said the smiling Kasumi, proceeding to do things to her cum-coated treat that made the two older men stare in amazement. “We also need to talk about Ranma’s special ability.”
“You mean that corkscrew twist he does with his hips?” asked Mike.
“No, his other ability that wasn’t video-taped until now,” she replied. “Is there a hot water and cold water tap back here we can use?”
“Over here,” stated Mike, smiling as his mind looped the images of all he had seen today. At that moment, he would have given her his entire Milktit herd and slit his own throat if she had all but asked.
“Uh… Kasumi,” stuttered Ranma, a bit nervous about changing in front of strangers, “is this a good idea?”
“Well, they’ll want to know about it sooner or later, Ranma,” said Kasumi, looking as innocent as she had been before their arrival in the pokégirl world. “And I’m sure we can trust Mike and Mr. Cockteasegro.”
“Had I not seen it before my eyes, I would never have believed it,” stated El Ray in shock.
Mike nodded. “No one ever leaves Jusenkyo truly the same,” he murmured.
“But still, considering the stories of people who actually did make it out of there, you really got off easy.”
“This is easy?” muttered Ranma, her back to them as she drained the excess water out of her shirt. What was with everyone always deciding the best way to see the curse involved nearly drowning her?
“There have been tales of some crawling out as pokégirls or things that had to be put down fast before it caused more deaths,” stated Mike in a dark voice.
Ranma just gulped nervously as Nabiki poured enough water on her to trigger the change her love interest back to his male form. “Yeah, guess that would have been worse,” he muttered as he put his shirt back on.
“Well, I guess we can work around this,” said El Ray, his mind going over the possibilities. While it was definitely a good sign that there was yet another hot human female to see in the videos now, he could understand the Saotome Tamer’s reluctance to let that news out. Why just this morning, he had heard the news that some stupid male Tamer had attacked some redheaded human female last night, thinking she was a pokégirl.
And it wasn’t just stupid males that would be interested in such a thing. From creepy scientists to desperate wackos and even the Teams, they would hound the man.
And that didn’t include what the Porn Mafia would do to acquire such a talent.
“We can claim she’s your sister,” he continued.
“Ranko Saotome,” suggested Kasumi.
“Okay, we’ll draw up a contract for a ‘Ranko Saotome’ as well,” he continued. “You’ll need to sign it as a female though in case some noisy asshole decided to verify anything.”
“Huh?” asked Ranma.
“Most contracts require a DNA scan nowadays, especially the ones for consent we’ll have for you by the end of the day,” El Ray offered. “If both contracts register the same DNA, that is bound to raise a few red flags I’d rather avoid.”
“But what the hell did we sign before?”
“Proof of intent to start things off,” El Ray responded. “To be honest, I was only counting on maybe getting one or two of you to sign. I had no idea I would need five contracts.”
“Five?” asked Nabiki.
“Well, there are four humans in your group, five counting your second form, Mr. Saotome.”
Nabiki just blinked, before palming her head. “You can’t be serious,” she muttered.
“Oh, I’m sure Akane will sign after we explain things to her.” Kasumi kept on her innocent smile, but Nabiki noticed how her sister’s hand was spinning the leftover stick from the Poppersicle.
“Yeah, you go do that,” muttered Nabiki. That was one conversation she most certainly did not want to have with her youngest sister, right up there with the eventual informing Akane that Ranma had already nailed the other two Tendo sisters. In fact, she might want to be hiding in the RV on the other side of town when that first conversation took place.
“Here are your copies,” stated the Ice Maiden, arriving to the group and handing Kasumi several copies of the footage from the freezer. “You’re lucky that the former store owner was especially paranoid, otherwise you wouldn’t have sound.”
“And here you go, Mr. Cockteasegro,” said Kasumi. “I look forward to seeing what you can do with it.”
The Ice Maiden however had moved on to Ranma and Nabiki. “And you two are welcome to come by at anytime,” she stated with a near purr. “I have no problem letting you experience those chilling moments again.”
“Uh thanks,” muttered Ranma, forcing a smile on his face. Now that the high from the sex was wearing off, his nerves were acting up again.
Nodding, the Ice Maiden pulled him into a deep kiss, surprising Ranma with the icy touch of her tongue.
Pulling back, she could only smile. “Wow,” she murmured, before treating Nabiki to the same treatment.
As she pulled back, Nabiki licked her lips, tasting cherry and… mint? Okay, odd, but definitely in a good way. She couldn’t help but stare as the ice pokégirl sashayed back towards the freezer, her half-naked form swaying in ways that made the Ice Queen lick her lips.
“Oh, they’ll be back,” giggled Kasumi with a smile, causing both her sister and Ranma—who had also been staring at the retreating Ice Maiden’s backside—to whip around to focus on her. “In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if my sister tried to add her to her forming harem,” she finished, giving Nabiki a wink.
Nabiki just directed a glare at her sister. Oh, how she wanted to yell at the older woman, perhaps even slap her for everything she had done in the last half hour. But she was held back only by not knowing how this Kasumi would respond. She was a far distance from the shy little pseudo housewife of Nerima. And to be honest, Nabiki didn’t want to vent and end up in a sexual situation by the newest P.I.M.P. of this world.
“Hmm, maybe needing some requested audio to splice into the video to make it sound like something else,” El Ray murmured, staring at the video as he played it on his laptop, ignoring the others for the moment. “Maybe use a dream sequence shot, add in some audio, make it seem she was flashing back to something…”
“Is he always like that?” asked Ranma, pointing out the mumbling man.
“Ray’s the type who can get focused on his work,” sighed Mike. “Right now, he’s deciding on just about anything and everything needed to keep the deal with you and turn it out into a major money maker.” He then turned his head and shouted, “RAY!”
“Huh?” asked the man, looking up from the freezer porn footage.
“You got anything else to say before they go?”
“Oh? Oh yes!” El Ray finished quickly, stopping the playback. “You all are staying at the local PokéCenter, right?”
“Until Akane gets declared ready to leave and Ranma’s sentence is finished,” informed Kasumi. “After that, we’re thinking of taking the standard path for those on a Tamer’s Journey.”
The other transdimensional people in the room stared at her. Kasumi had actually put some thought into this?
“But the next stop is Cerulesbian,” stated Mike.
“Oh, it is?” asked Kasumi. “I’ll have to ask Misty when we get back about getting the proper paperwork filled out to go there. I heard they can be very strict with who they let in.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” muttered Mike. Hell, even he, a lifetime worker for Fortune Farms, couldn’t even get access to the city to set up a Milktit Milk Sample Booth. They had sent some first year employee named Abby. Damn newbie, she barely knows which end of a Milktit to milk.
“Well then we should get started right away,” Kasumi said, nodding in satisfaction.
“…Right,” muttered Nabiki, wondering just when her sister had planned to inform them of this itinerary. Probably when we arrived there after we let her drive for a while, Nabiki thought bitterly. Oh yes, my sister; we are going to have a long conversation about all of this when I don’t feel afraid you’ll shove a frozen treat up my pussy again.
“I’ll have those contracts and stop by tonight in a few hours,” said El Ray. “Contracts this important I will handle personally.”
“Well, we’ll await your arrival,” smiled Kasumi. “But don’t take too long. I have my Milktits to tame tonight.”
Mike stared at her in shock. “But what about what happened in their pen?”
“Oh, that was just us getting to know each other,” said Kasumi. “They deserve a proper taming and that requires a nice bed, maybe some plastic sheets,” she added, remembering how their milk sometimes just squirted out. “I’ll have to ask the ladies at the PokéCenter about that. I’m not sure if they have rules about that or not.
“Oh well, come along you two,” she finished with a giggle, holding up three PokéBalls. “We need to get them home and introduce them to everyone. And Ranma-kun, you still need to spend time with your mother.”
The pigtailed Tamer cringed at the mentioning of his mother.
“Don’t worry, Ranma,” hissed Nabiki into his ear. “It’s just like what Kasumi did to me in the freezer.” She enjoyed watching his face pale. “I might consider it payback, but remember: it is the Pokégirl World. These things happen.”
“Would it help if I said I was sorry?” he asked as Nabiki took his arm and led him away.
“Not likely, but you never know.”
“I’m sorry, please forgive me!”
“…Nope, didn’t help at all. But keep trying.”
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