[Episode 223048] [Episode 223048]Humming a happy little ditty, Kasumi was feeling pleased with herself. Why, if she had faith in her ability not to accidentally press one of the buttons as she did so, she would have been juggling the PokéBalls that contained her Milktits. “This has been just too perfect a day...”
“Perfect?” Ranma snorted. “Asrial has problems with the law and almost sees the worst the League can do to her, I’m now going to have to do videos with my girl half...” he frowned. “You’re taking way too much of a lead with everything...”
While she may have agreed with her favorite piece of horse, Nabiki said nothing. She simply chose to eye her sister blatantly, bordering on glaring.
“Oh my,” Kasumi said gently, giving the two a mildly apologetic look “I almost let it slip my mind. I just...” she paused, thinking of the right words. “I just got so worked up over getting my new Milktits.”
Continuing to walk between the two Tendo women, Ranma sighed. “It... it’s okay, Kasumi...” he told her in a slow, quiet voice. “I know you”re really enjoying life here but...” he shook his head. “I don’t know how to explain this, really. But you’re just becoming really different from what I knew.”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the eldest Tendo daughters confusedly asked, “I am?”
It was then Nabiki chose to speak up, like a dam that finally burst. “Yes, yes you are! None of us begrudge you letting loose Kasumi, even I have to an extent. But you... you’re just too accepting of this world! You harped about those Milktits for days and... and...” deciding she couldn’t hold it in Nabiki blurted out, “In that freezer you LICKED at Ranma and me where we were conjoined! Then you pulled his cock out, practically sucked his cum out of my pussy, until I orgasmed, then you stuck a cherry popper up my twat and worked it while blowing Ranma next! Being sexually active, bisexual yeah! But... incest? You fucking freak me out, sis! All right!?”
“Whoa... Nabiki really had that pent up in her,” Ranma thought, a sweat drop traveling down the side of his head as he watched Nabiki panting for breath after that explosive rant.
Pausing in her walk, Kasum could only blink her eyes a few times as she just stared at her sister. She considered her younger sibling's words, mulling them over in the back of her head. “...That freaks you out?” She asked in all honesty, her voice denoting genuine surprise at this fact.
“What do you think?” Nabiki snapped, not losing momentum. Yet her tone became more focused and calm; less loud and angry after getting that initial pent up frustration off of her chest. “Kasumi, don’t get me wrong. I’m HAPPY that you’re... indulging in your own happiness, not holding yourself to the model of the perfect den mother.” Her eyes narrowed. “However, Kasumi, you are really getting a little carried away. It works well in our favor at times but you have got to reign back now and then! It felt good but I wasn’t mentally prepared for my big sis to eat me out!”
Nabiki sighed in annoyance at the hurt look on her sister’s face. “Look! We all have to change, otherwise we’ll get exposed or consumed. Ranma here has to bang girls and use his head and not just his fists! If he doesn’t adapt weeEEOUCH!”
Ranma pulled his hand back from pinching her ass. “You don’t need to put it like that, Nabs.”
Glaring at the pigtailed martial artist for a moment, the middle Tendo sibling continued. “...And he’s also asserting his backbone... which needs to be done more-YIKES!”
“A~hem!” Ranma said after pinching her posterior once again.
“...Okay, you get the point... Kasumi,” Nabiki moved around Ranma and took her sibling’s hands. “Just don’t get so caught up in this world and its ways that you... lose yourself entirely. I don’t want to lose my dear, sweet older sister to her inner nymphomaniac completely.”
Smiling at her younger sister, Kasumi squeezed her hand. “I understand and will do my best.” She smirked. “I will be a P.I.M.P. when it is appropriate but... I’ll work to reign back on my fun when we’re not around other people.” She took a deep breath. “Guys, if I may make a suggestion?”
The pigtailed man moved about to the other side of the eldest Tendo so that she was between him and Nabiki. “What’s that, Kasumi?” Ranma asked curiously.
“As soon as you and Asrial are done with your community service punishments... we need to get out of here,” the eldest Tendo said. “You’re right. I have been enjoying myself, getting into the flow and just adapting so well that...” she chuckled nervously as she put the PokéBalls onto her pokébelt. She then used her free hand to hold up her large P.I.M.P. medallion. “Well, you know.”
The most mercenary of the Tendo daughters let off a sigh. “We know, we know.” Nabiki nodded her head, glad her words had gotten through to Kasumi. “Thanks for listening, sis...”
The older woman shook her head. “You’ve always had to be the one with the logic and voice of reason,” Kasumi replied, hugging her sister warmly. “Thank you, Nabiki.”
“Hey,” the middle Tendo retorted. “You looked after Akane and me, raised us better than father could have done. We have to return the favor sometime.”
As he watched them, Ranma smiled at the tender moment. Despite his usual nature, he kept quiet, letting them have this moment. Internally, he was glad they got through to Kasumi; her behavior had been going a bit too much onto the wild side.
Pulling back from the hug, Nabiki asked, “So, are we good?”
Nodding her head, the P.I.M.P. replied, “Yes, I promise.” Kasumi then leaned closer, giving her younger sibling a chaste peck on the forehead.
The middle Tendo’s eyes narrowed. “Kasu-”
She didn’t get to even start as her elder sibling interrupted her. “Now, now... it was a peck! If I’d kissed you on the lips and my tongue was down your throat, then you could yell.” Kasumi rose her right hand tweaked her nose. “I'll take my time for that right.”
The middle Tendo’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks. “T-take your...” Nabiki trailed off in shock as Kasumi walked past her.
Her steps coming in a confident stride, Kasumi told her compatriots, “Come along now you two! We need to get back to check up on the others!”
Ranma gently elbowed Nabiki. “Guess you can’t get off her radar, huh?”
The middle Tendo glared at her lover. “Oh, be quiet…” Nabiki groaned. However, her exasperation was short-lived as she soon smirked deviously. “At least I’m not alone in that regard. Apparently you’re on the ‘radar’ of this world’s version of your mother.
Even though he kept in step with Nabiki, the pigtailed martial artist twitched... lots.
Major Maxamillion “Mad Max” Payne was a long-standing member of Team Rocket. He might not have been one of the originals that had formed the group back in 211 AS, (none of that group remained) but he had joined the organization at the beginning of the Tigress Mao Shin Mao’s Rebellion. A time when humanity was getting the rude awakening as to the kind of devious monsters that pokégirls really were; a time when Team Rocket was finding themselves with an easier opportunity infiltrating and manipulating numerous government agencies of the Indigo League. He was a survivor of that ‘lost decade’ when it was man against pokégirl, just as it had been when the bitches first appeared back during the madman Sukebe’s War of Revenge.
In short, Major Payne knew all too well what pokégirls were REALLY capable of and saw Team Rocket as a sovereign force that stood between the monster women and what remained of humanity as they cowered towards the edge of oblivion... in short, he was one of those members that held true fidelity to Team Rocket and his ‘competence’ in his beliefs concerning how to best deal with pokégirls and his unwavering loyalty to the criminal group was rewarded.
Now in his sixties, Payne was considered one of the ‘old men’ of Team Rocket... but that also made him one of the most feared. He waked into the control room, numerous uniformed people moving about, scurrying like ants as they were mere gears in the greater machine that was Team Rocket. “Captain Paul Simons,” the heavy-set yet solidly built man with graying hair spoke up. “Status report.”
Turning about to the Major, Simons saluted. “Sir! As you’ve ordered, the object within the Master Ball is being brought to a holding area to be opened by some of our technicians. All precautions are being taken as per standard procedure.”
Nodding his head, the older male replied, “Excellent!” He looked about the room and paused as he noticed their two guests, a lanky human male with hairs on his chin signifying the start of a goatee and a blonde skunk pokéwoman. “Why is she nude?”
Simons nervously chuckled in a low tone. “She and her Tamer tried to get away a few times; their clothing got torn. We supplemented the male with some trousers. As for the female...” he smirked. “It seems the men didn’t hear too well about re-dressing her.”
Looking over the blonde Skunkgirl, the Major snorted. “Disgraceful...” he muttered, yet still loud enough to be heard. Turning towards them, he walked towards the two that were chained to the wall, shackled wrists raised and keeping them in an uncomfortable position. “You,” he said, addressing the male. “What is your name?”
“Me?” The man asked. Seeing the Rocket Boss nod his head firmly, he calmly answered, “Jeremy Feeple.”
“Good,” the older male in black outfit with some dangling metallic bits on his uniform replied. “That is the name we’d received concerning Professor Johan Steamhead’s assistant.” He leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he stared into the eyes of the younger man. “I’m not an unreasonable man; I prefer to preserve human life when possible so I’m going to give you a chance to do this the easy way once. Tell me, what is in that Master Ball?”
The Feeple male shuddered. “The worst monster this side of fucking Cocooner... and I’m serious when I say DON’T OPEN IT!” Jeremy screamed, trying to plead with the man. “It... the Professor and I barely contained it! I’m amazed even a Master Ball contained that horror!”
The Skunkette nodded her head. “My Master hardly gets this worked up unless it’s when Steamhead’s fucked us over,” Asrial added, trying to help emphasize the urgency of the situation; even if she knew her pleas were on very deaf ears concerning the words of a pokéwoman.
Very deaf ears. “Do not speak unless spoken to, wench!” Simons reprimanded.
A devious smile slowly split across Major Payne’s face. “A true weapon, eh?” He chuckled. “You know, I have two problems right now... one being that our technicians are having trouble breaking through the ‘locking’ mechanism of the Ball itself. We could really use a hand there. As for the second problem...” he again chuckled darkly as he leaned over to the Skunkette. “I don't like being spoken to by pokébitches.” He snapped his fingers. “Turn her about!”
His eyes widening in realization, the goateed male tugged at his manacles. “Don’t you touch her or I swear to the thousand gods! I don’t care if you could snap me in half or gun me down, I will kill you!” Jeremy growled angrily, glaring at the Team Rocket Grunts that came near.
Turning about, Captain Simons smirked at the human male. “Oh, we can oblige that,” he taunted as two Rocket Grunts redid her shackles to turn Asrial face-first to the wall with her hind-end facing the Major. “Or you can let Major Payne finish his offer to you.”
Slowly turning back to look at the leader of the base, Jeremy asked, “Offer?”
“Undo the locking mechanism of the PokéBall and maybe, I won’t let your pokéwench be harmed.” Payne said, stressing on the ‘maybe’. He chuckled once more. “After all... there has yet to be a pokégirl that’s survived being sent to... ‘entertainment’.” He slapped the Skunkette on the ass as a number of Team Rocket technicians situated around the control room laughed darkly.
Assrial growled, trying to get loose of her binds. “Oooh, let me at ‘em!”
Turning to look at the Skunkette, the Major sneered at her. “It seems your bitch doesn’t understand that we mean business,” Payne said with a tone of distaste.
“Ha!” Assrial laughed over her shoulder. “I could take whatever you got!” She taunted, unafraid of what horrors they could put her through.
“Assrial, don’t!” Jeremy hissed at his pokéwoman, not wanting her to antagonize these bastards to the point they’d hurt her.
Whipping her head towards her own, Assrial shouted, “Master Jeremy, if you let whatever the fuck that is out, they’ll kill you and rape me to death anyway! I’d rather die fighting!”
One of the Rocket grunts frowned. “Not very smart, is she?”
“She’s either very brave or very stupid,” the Major said as he walked up behind her. His hands went to his pants, unzipping the fly. He reached his left hand in, pulling his member out. Holding it, he started to slide it along her ass, causing his limp dick to slowly become erect. “This is the only thing you monsters are good for...” he told her in a chiding voice.
“Stop you assSOOOF!” Jeremy fell, stopping with a jerk and hanging from the wall as Simons had punched him.
The blonde Team Rocket Captain snarled at the man he’d captured at Deliverance Woods. “Shut it, Feeple and listen! You have a choice! Will you cooperate or do we bang your Alpha in front of you?”
Turning his head, Jeremy coughed a bit of blood. Looking down he saw why the punch really hurt, the bastard’s hand was very metallic. “Ugh... you want that thing so badly, huh?” The retired Tamer asked in a voice that had a tone of finality to it, as if he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt doing what they want would be their doom.
The older man nodded his head. “Any edge that Team Rocket can get over those copycats like Team Galactic up in Capital, Team Zenith down South... or even those blasted Team Trauma freaks everywhere... is okay in my book.” He reached out and raised his right hand man’s right hand. “As you can see by Captain Simons’ arm, we’ll accept any advantage we can get.”
Looking up, Jeremy stared the Major in the eyes. “...If I tell you, you must SWEAR as a man, and I mean a man’s bond that if broken he must cut his own dick off kind of swear... that your and your men won’t hurt, kill or molest Assrial in any form! You do that and I will hand you the code.”
The Major chuckled. Promises concerning pokégirls meant nothing to him. Still, it would make things easier to just get the needed locking mechanism opened. “You have my-”
Suddenly though, the alarm started blaring, the red lights swirling about. “Technician!” Major Payne shouted as he turned about, tucking himself back into his pants. “What’s going on?”
The Rocket tech was clicking at the keyboard of his station. “Someone hit the emergency alarm! It’s the holding area! The alarm was hit in the holding area!”
“Get it up on screen!” The Major shouted as he leaned over the technician's shoulder. Soon, the screen of the man’s computer was showing that of the security camera system. The scene was one of only pure carnage. “My Thousand Gods...” the older Team Rocket could only whisper; the room strewn about with some pieces of human bodies that could have been Team Rocket grunts and technicians... and even more blood. The crates that held extra goods and contraband were broken, both by what looked like pulse rifle fire and forceful contact.
His face pale with fear, Jeremy could only gasp, “It’s loose.”
Sweat pouring down Assrial’s brow, she craned her head back enough to try and see the security monitors. Upon getting a glimpse of the scene, she gulped loudly. Now she understood why her Master was so adamant about not opening it.
Turning about suddenly, the Major shouted, “WHAT IS IT!?”
“Sir, it’s-” the Technciian was cut off suddenly as the power went out, the room bathed entirely in black for three seconds before the emergency generator turned on, small wall lights turning on to give the area only the faintest illumination.
Un-phased by what was going on, the Major insisted, “It’s what, techie?” The leader of the group grabbed the man’s shoulders and shook him. “It’s WHAT!?”
The technician took a deep breath. “I was trying to say, it’s not on screen!” The young man finally shrieked out. “I don’t know what it is that did that to our guys! I was about to bring up older video feed but we lost power!”
Lowering his head, Jeremy sighed sadly. “We’re all doomed.”
“Master Jeremy, just what the fuck is it?” Assrial asked, a fearful tone lacing her voice.
The young Feeple was quiet for a moment. “It... it’s hard to describe how this horror came to be-” Jeremy started, only to trail off as he heard a scraping along the ventilation system. He cringed, hearing its evil voice come through the air ducts as the emergency power flickered on and off.
“Waaaaaallllll~eeeeeeeeee...”
“Oh no...” Professor Steamhead's under-paid and over-worked assistant whimpered. “It’s here!”
Sudddenly, the ventilation duct broke apart, a loud clattering of metal as a small square figure came crashing down, landing on its two treads. Slowly, the lenses that made up the eyes of the creation focused as it took a moment to reboot after the drop. As its systems fully came online once more, it let off a battle cry that would make adult men shit their pants.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaalllll~eeeeeee...”
Jeremy was not ashamed to admit... he lost a bit of bladder control at hearing his employer’s latest creation come online before him. “NO!” Professor Steamhead’s assistant screamed. “FOR THE LOVE OF THE THOUSAND FUCKING GODS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
Rolling her eyes as she hung by her master, Assrial snorted. “Puh-leeeeeze! It’s not THAT bad, Master!” Looking it over, she couldn’t help but comment, “It’s actually... kind of cute.”
Slowly, Captain Simons stepped over to the device. “What the fuck is this thing? Looks like...” The Rocket’s eyes widened as the little boxy device rolled up to him until it was situated next to his leg. “Get the fuck away from meeeeEEEAAAGGHHHHHH!!!” He screamed as the thing grabbed his foot and brought it to its main body, crushing the extremity with extreme prejudice with a horrendous crunch and splatter of bone and muscle.
“The Professor’s new Steam-powered Cleaner...” Jeremy gulped as the spray of blood from the femoral artery splattered messily. “It’s just not choosy about what it uses for fuel or water...” the Assistant managed to finish as the Grunt’s leg had been torn clean off... right before the robot went to cleaning up the mess of blood that the Rocket was leaving all over the floor. “Steamhead had tried to recreate some Lostech, but as usual, he forgot the ‘how the fuck do I shut this off safely?’ feature...”
The blonde Skunkette continued to stare at the small, toy-like device. “I still think it’s cute...” Assrial complained. “Look at its innocent little eyes,” she said as the device started to work on the rest of the grunt, the device’s main chamber opening and ejecting the mass that was left of his leg before pulling more of the screaming man into it.
Jeremy eyed his pokéwoman oddly.
“Hey, he’s killing the jerks who captured us-”
The woman’s master interrupted her as he deadpanned, “And we'll be next.”
Realizing that he was right, Assrial’s face paled; an impressive feat considering most of her facial fur was white. “HOLY FUCK! WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!” The Skunkette screamed as the steam-powered cleaner started to pulp Simons’ head, blood splattering from the severed carotid arteries and making more of a mess.
Having finally, gotten over the shock of having a front row seat to one of his subordinate’s brutal mutilation, the Major took charge. “MEN! DESTROY THIS THING!” He proclaimed as a number of the Team Rocket Grunts pulled out their firearms and opened up a barrage of bullets on the thing...
Bullets that did nothing but bounce off the surface of the little cleaning device.
“Damn it! I told you Team Rocket should’ve put some funding into getting us Elemental ShHHHIIIIIIIIIITT!!” The man screamed as the Lostech creation rolled up to him quickly, latching on and starting to break down the man’s body in segments... even as it cleaned up some of the blood that pooled around the screaming, squirming man.
The remaining Rockets raced for the doors or tried to find them in the semi-dark room. They wanted OUT! However, it was a dark room that soon took a dark red tinge as more and more emergencies lights were covered with arterial spray; screams rising as men fired their guns aimlessly to try and deter the hellish creation of Steamhead, its cry rising their level of terror to new heights.
“Waaaaaallllll~eeeeeeeeee...”
Wincing as the rising cries of unanswered mercy, Assrial waited for a calm in the screams to try asked, “Master Jeremy! How did you two contain it with a Master Ball?”
“Steamhead grabbed it from me and threw it while praying to whatever deity he believed in that it would work...” he trailed off and frowned, despite knowing his mortal life hung in the balance. “And then he took credit for creating that altered PokéBall, even though it was MY project!”
“HELP ME!” Major Payne screamed as he was introduced to some really major pain. “AAARRRRRGHHH! WHY GODS, WHY!?” He screamed as his right arm was pulled in and crushed, flesh town as the radius and ulna bones were torn from the tendon ligaments that connected them to the humerus.
The Skunkette’s pupils shrank to pin-pricks at the deathly silence that followed. “Master... we’re all that’s left...”
The lone male left in the room slowly nodded his head. “I know...” he pulled on the chains frantically. “But unless we gain super strength to break AmazonChan-rated chains soon, we’re dead!”
Fortunately for them as they were out of the way of the mechanical hellion’s path of travel, they were spared its bloody yet cleanly wrath. Instead, the thing walked right up to and THROUGH a wall....
The destruction of which, caused a series of cracks to go along the wall, hitting where the chains were bolted to the wall. Both sets of arms dropped suddenly from the weight of the chains that were now freed from where they were jointed into.
“...That’s convenient...” Assrial couldn’t help but comment.
Moving his arms and realizing he could do such without much hassle, the Feeple male told his pokéwoman, “I’M NOT COMPLAINING!”
Nodding her head in agreement, it was that action which caused Assrial to catch sight of something near the bloody pool where Major Payne had been and picked up a key. She inserted it into the opening in her cuffs and, sure enough, they came undone. “Even more convenient...” the pokéwoman added.
Once his manacles were undone by Assrial after she had freed herself, Jeremy just stated. “Don’t complain...” he told her. “Let’s get out of here... and damn, I need some new pants and a shower.”
Sniffing for a moment, Assrial wrinkled her nose as she could smell it. Yet she looked on sympathetically. “Truth be told while the killing was going on and you pointed out it would kill us... I sorta relieved myself too... surprised I didn’t do a spray attack.”
Jeremy noticed the fur between her legs was wet, but not from the usual sexual fluids. “Well... I won’t tell if you won’t,” he promised her.
Nodding her head, Feeple’s Alpha replied, “Gladly. Let’s go!”
The doors to the PokéCenter opened wit a musical chime; a series of notes that Kasumi cried out in a melodious voice with, “We’re back!” She made her way up towards the lone Joy in the lobby, her sister and Ranma following behind her.
The NurseJoy seated at the front desk raised her head up from the latest issue of PlayBunny she was reading, (for the articles mind you). “Hey, good timing!” She told the three that entered. “Your sister wants to talk to you three about a present she got from Tamer Saotome’s Mother.
Watching as Cassandra was entering the lobby via the side doors that lead to the left wing of the Center, Ranma was taken off guard as the NurseJoy’s words entered his thick skull. “A present?”
Nodding her head, the blonde Elf told her Master, “Nodoka Sexum has seen fit to provide Akane with a pokégirl so she is not without protection while awaiting the League to get back to the three Tendo sisters with the Starter Pokégirls they’re supposed to provide.”
The middle Tendo sister could only nod her head with those words. “Yeah... they are a bit late with that, aren’t they?” Nabiki noted pulling, out her PokéDex. Checking it over, she couldn’t help but mutter, “Not even a notification e-mail.”
A cross look came over the eldest Tendo’s features. “How rude,” Kasumi added with a harsh tone. Granted, she had three Milktits already but the League owned a P.I.M.P. like her another piece of poké-booty! “Well, let’s go see what your mother gave Akane, Ranma. I also want to introduce her to my new girls.”
Looking down, Cassandra noted sight of the PokéBalls... yes, plural. “Wow!” The Sylvan pokégirl gasped. “You got THREE!?”
Nodding her head, Ranma told her, “And something else.” At the expectant look on his Elf’s face, the pigtailed martial artist sighed. “We’ll tell you and the other girls later,” Ranma promised, wondering how to break the news of the porn video deal to his harem.
Shaking his head, the Pokégirl Tamer decided it couldn’t hurt to tell his Elf a little bit right now. “Cassandra?”
The sylvan pokégirl’s ears perked up. “Yes, Master?”
Taking a deep breath, Ranma told her, “If a guy named El Ray Di Cockteassegro comes looking for us... yeah, we’re expecting him.”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the Elf asked, “El Ray?”
Groaning, Nabiki politely pointed out to her, “Let’s just say we have a monetary supplemental deal.”
“We’ll talk to everyone sans Akane about it tonight,” Kasumi added cheerily. “But first, let’s go see what Akane has!” And so saying, the Eldest Tendo made her way through the halls of the PokéCenter, pushing her way past sets of double-doors and going down the hallway which had the Tamers’ quarters.
Walking quickly, Ranma called after the eldest Tendo, “Hey! Wait up!” Damn, he was surprised by how fast Kasumi could move when she put her mind to something!
Nabiki pat Cassandra’s shoulder before following after Ranma and her sister. Upon finally reaching Akane’s room, (the door having been opened by her older sister) the middle Tendo girl walked in. “Hey little sis,” she greeted Akane. “We heard you got a new playmate.”
Akane twitched with that comment. “That didn’t sound right.”
Smirking, the most mercenary of the Tendo daughters replied, “And you say everyone else is a pervert.”
“Now, now Nabiki...” Kasumi chided her younger sibling as she waved a finger at her. She pulled up a chair close to Akane’s bed and sat down in it. “So what did Auntie give you?” She asked, curious as to what her sister would be working with.
Thinking about it for a moment, it took Akane to remember that she was a, “Psi-Dyke.”
That made the lone mail in the room raise an eyebrow. “Psi-Dyke? Isn’t that a pokégirl who’s totally into girls?” Ranma asked curiously.
“Nice to know that he’s actually studying his PokéDex,” Nabki thought. “It is Ranma,” she told him. Turning to her sister, she couldn’t help but comment, “So why’d ‘Auntie’ give you that one, Akane?”
The youngest Tendo turned green for a moment. “Please don’t make me bring up that conversation,” she begged of her siblings. “She kept asking me what my favorite positions were and how many times I had sex with Ranma!” Blushing furiously, the young woman cried, “I thought when she heard I was a virgin she was going to fix that herself!”
A sweat-drop rolled down the side of Ranma’s head. “Yeah, Mom here is...” he shuddered. “Yeah, I feel for you, Akane.” He sighed with a sympathetic tone. That woman really scared the crap out of him too.
Looking up at her erstwhile fiancé’s eyes, the youngest of the Tendo siblings asked him, “How do you put up with it here? I mean... even your MOM is interested in your sex life! That can’t be healthy!”
“Actually,” Kasumi interrupted. “Considering the norms of this world, it just might be just that. ‘Normal’.”
Deciding he was going to pretend he didn’t hear Kasumi, (as that would’ve made his brain melt within his skull) he looked to his fiancée. “Trust me, Akane. I’m as nervous as you are when dealing with Mom.” Ranma visibly shuddered as he added, “More so than back home.”
Akane nodded her head in agreement. “Well, I haven’t opened her up yet.” She said as she held up the red and white containment sphere. “I wanted to wait until you all came back here. I didn’t want to be alone when I release her.”
Kasumi nodded approvingly. “A wise idea,” she said in a calm voice. “Now go on, Akane. We’re all here.”
Sighing deeply Akane fingered the button that would act as the trigger for the girl’s release. “Um do I...” she paused, blushing. “Do I need to say that embarrassing line?”
Sighing in embarrassment for her sister, Nabiki promised, “You’ll get used to it.”
The youngest Tendo didn’t look all that convinced. Still, it had to be done. “Okay...” she said as she held up the PokéBall. “Psi-Dyke! I SCREW YOU!”
A beam of red light shot out from the PokéBall in Akane’s hand. Said light took shape, and somehow bent the laws of light and physics as it solidified into a solid a physical shape; coloration taking place as light fractions became flesh and blood.
All four humans may not have had any set expectations for what Akane’s new Psi-Dyke might have looked like but this... this certainly wasn’t it!
“No way...” Ranma gasped as he looked over the pokégirl. 5'1", curvaceous hips, a busty pair of D-Cups, blue eyes with light violet eye-shadow... a mop of red hair pulled back in a familiar pigtail.
Nabiki summed up what everyone was thinking best. “Holy fuck...”
Her jaw flapping wordlessly for a moment, the youngest Tendo couldn’t believe what her pokégirl looked like. “She... she...”
Bringing her hands to her mouth, Kasumi was so taken off-guard that she reverted to one of her older habits. “Oh my...”
Back in the light once more, the Psychic-type pokégirl rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. “About time...” lowering her fists, she looked around, taking note of the three female forms... and an insufferable male. “Where am I?”
Being the first to regain his wits, Ranma tried to speak. “Uh, you’re in the Pew-”
“Not you!” The Psi-Dyke snapped, sneering at the impudence of the male. “I’m asking one of these three lovely...” she stopped and sniffed the air, a red eyebrow perking up. “Human women.”
At the indignant nature of the pokégirl, Ranma felt his anger rising... but stopped as he remembered what the PokéDex entry told him; this type often HATED males. So, taking the surprisingly wiser course of action, he shut up. After all, this was Akane’s pokégirl! Mouthing off to her might piss off his still healing fiancée.
Realizing with relief that Ranma wasn’t going to stick his foot in his mouth, the eldest Tendo let off a sigh of relief. “You’re in the Pewtit PokéCenter,” Kasumi answered.
The lesbian pokégirl was surprised, but not by the soft tone of voice. She was surprised to see someone wearing genuine P.I.M.P. attire. “Are you going to be my Mistress?” She asked, sounding a little hopeful. It would’ve been nice to have a COMPETANT Tamer.
Shaking her head, Kasumi pointed behind the Psi-Dyke. “Our little sister there is the one who released you.”
“A~hem!” Came a cough from behind said pokégirl to emphasize the point.
Hearing the cough the, the lesbian Psychic-type turned around, seeing the injured girl on the bed. “Oh...” the Psi-Dyke said slowly. “You’re my new Mistress?”
Taken aback by the pokégirl’s surprisingly calm reply, Akane was at a loss for words for a moment. “Um... I guess so.”
Raising her red-haired eyebrow, the Psi-Dyke inquired, “Guess so?”
“She’s shy,” Kasumi explained.
To that, the pokégirl nodded her head in understanding. “Oh, I see.” The Psi-Dyke got up onto the mattress, sitting on the edge of the bed. Gently, she reached forward, taking Akane’s hand and kissing it. “How’d you get hurt?” She asked. While she could’ve just probed her mind and gotten the answer, it wasn’t polite to do that to women.
Males were fair game though.
Akane twitched, feeling embarrassed. Finally, she admitted to her pokégirl, “I foolishly tried to attack a feral...” she winced, memories being the worst in such a regard.
“By yourself?” The redheaded Pyschic-type gasped. “You poor thing!”
Blinking her eyes, the youngest Tendo could admit that was not the response she’d been expecting. “Well... I’m just glad I’m alive and in one piece.” Although truth be told, it took a bit of effort on the part of the PokéCenter staff to get her back into one piece. Shaking her head, she decided to try another track of discussion. “Do you have a name? Auntie didn’t tell me if you had one when she gave me your ball.”
The Psi-Dyke snorted. “Most pokégirls are given new names with new Masters. I will no longer answer to the names my first Mistress has given me or what my second owner called me. Nor will I accept the name that male bastard tried to make me go by.”
“I... see...” the youngest Tendo said slowly, a look of concentration crossing over her face as she scrunched her features. A look of realization suddenly crossed her face as she realized she had a perfect name. Smiling, she started to offer, “How about P-”
Her eyes widening, the middle Tendo butted in. There was no way in hell she was going to put up with what she was sure Akane was going to say! “Sis,” Nabiki spoke up suddenly. “If you name her ‘P-Chan’, I will bitch-slap the fuck out of you, no matter how critical a condition you’re in.”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, Akane went deathly silent then.
Groaning, Ranma slapped himself on the face in exasperation. “Why were you going to name her after your pet porker?”
Huffing, the youngest Tendo looked towards Ranma. “I just miss him, okay!?” Akane retorted. “Okay you don’t want that... so how about...” she eyed the pokégirl a bit longer, before sudden stroke of genius came to the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts. “I got it! I’ll call her ‘Ranko’!”
The responses were varied. Ranma fell face-first to the floor, causing the room to shake. Nabiki grabbed the end of the bed to prevent herself from hitting the floor entirely as her legs gave out in shock. Kasumi blinked her eyes numerous times. While she might not have said ‘oh my’ she was thinking more along the lines of ‘WTF!?’.
The pokégirl considered that name for a bit. “Ran... ko... Ranko...” The Psi-Dyke tested it, feeling the name with her tongue. Slowly, she smiled. “I like it; feminine, yet not overly girly. I am Ranko from here on in, Mistress Akane.” She kissed the short-haired girl’s hand again.
Blushing at the affectionate nature of her pokégirl, Akane tried to tell her, “You don't need to do that.”
Smirking as her mistress gave her the opening she needed, the newly dubbed Ranko asked, “Oh? Well, would you prefer I kiss your lips?”
Blushing brightly, Akane stammered, “Well... you see...”
Deciding to help her sister, Kasumi replied, “My youngest sister is still healing from the Feral’s attack. She is not up to Taming you yet. We just needed to get you acquainted so that when the time comes... you’re all hers.”
“Don’t you mean,” she smiled mischievously at Akane. “She’s all mine?”
At the look her new Psi-Dyke was giving her, Akane gulped nervously. She was beginning to feel she was getting in over her head.
“She hasn’t even received her starter yet, so you’re all she has.” Nabiki told the Psi-Dyke, as she forced herself to stand back up. “Of all the names, Akane...” the middle Tendo thought in annoyance. “And you wonder why I worry?”
Peeling his face from the floor, Ranma got up onto his feel himself. “Akane,” the pigtailed martial artist groaned. “Why’d you name her after me?”
Turning about suddenly, Ranko stared at Ranma. “You are named after a girl? How utterly disgusting!” She snorted. Then again he probably was one of those types of so-called men. He wore a pigtail for crying out loud.
“Uh... it’s not like that... it’s... um...” Akane trailed off, having a difficult time finding the right words to explain her fiancé’s unique... situation.
Rolling his eyes as the youngest Tendo failed to get even the basis of saying he was cursed out of her mouth, Ranma decided to just cut out the middleman of trying to explain things and take care of matters himself. Reaching over, he picked up a glass and pitcher from a rollaway table meant for patient that was besides Akane’s bed. He then poured a glass of water and dumps it over himself; the male’s form shrinking and becoming more of the feminine persuasion. “This is what I meant. I use that name when I’m like this.”
Ranko stared at Ranma-chan, blinking her in complete shock. “He... became a she?" Walking over and closing the distance between her and the trans-gendered Tamer, she surprised Ranma by groping her breasts. “Oh wow... they are real... and down here?” She slide her other hand a hand into her pants, surprising Ranma further and making her squeak as she felt up her slit. The Psi-Dyke looked the other redhead up and down with a genuine look of surprise. “That was all real. How?”
Ignoring the pokégirl’s question for the moment, the neo-girl snapped, “Did you have to do that!?” She squirmed uncomfortably as the Pyschic-type pokégirl continued to fondle and feel.
“What?” Ranko asked curiously. “This is fun. It’s like I’m playing with myself, only... more satisfying.” She grinned, showing off her sharp teeth.
As the trans-gendered Pokégirl Tamer shrieked and squirmed in the Psi-Dyke’s grasp, Nabiki decided to answer to the question the redhead had asked earlier, “Jusenkyo,” and let the newly dubbed ‘Ranko’ draw her own conclusions.
Which she did. “Damn,” the lesbian pokégirl replied as she finally took her hands out of the other ‘female’s’ clothing. “It’s a damn shame though.”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, Ranma-chan asked, “A shame?”
Nodding her head firmly, Ranko replied, “That such an impressive set of tits aren’t on a real woman.”
The neo-girl twitched violently at the comment. “Other than my brain, the body’s damned real enough,” Ranma-chan muttered in annoyance.
“I’ll say this much thought.” Slowly, Ranko made a show of licking the juices off from her fingers. “Mmm... you are tasty.”
Staring in shock for a moment, Akane raised her hands and began rubbing her eyes to make sure she was seeing what she saw. “How can you do that so casually?”
“Because I’m the kind of girl who wants what she wants, Mistress.” She slowly slinked over to her new owner, cupping Akane’s face.
With her pokégirl’s hands where they were, Akane could smell them. She shivered from the musky odor of Ranma-chan’s female scent. “I-I see...” she squeaked.
As the pokégirl cuddled up against her fiancée, the redhead turned to the other two Tendos. “Should I be jealous about this?” Ranma-chan asked them as she thumbed back towards Ranko and Akane.
To answer, Kasumi smiled wickedly. “Why, Ranma... now remember, you have your own Harem.” She winked at him. “But it is sweet you haven’t forsaken your fiancée.”
That made the Psi-Dyke stop cold in her tracks. “Fiancée?” Ranko blinked her eyes in shock before looking down into her new Mistress’ eyes. “You're engaged to her... I mean, him?” She shuddered, tensing up as memories came flooding back, the reason why she lost her original Mistress. “Please,” Ranko spoke up to Akane. “Please say you’re only engaged to the female half!”
“HEY!” Ranma-chan shouted in indignation.
“It was our stupid fathers’ idea,” Akane explained, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing in annoyance.
The Psi-Dyke seemed to relax. “So... you oppose?”
Blushing, the youngest of the Tendo daughters was unsure of how to answer that. “We’re... still working it out,” she finally brought herself to say. “He’s a baka... but he’s saved my life a lot times than with that Arachnae and... he’s had his moments.” Akane looked away, embarrassed as to having admitted that.
The thought of a male caring was an alien concept to the pokégirl. “Saved your life?”
“Ranma isn’t a bad male,” Nabiki told Ranko as she leaned over the bed. “I understand your displeasure, so I promise, we all promise... that we won’t shove him down your throat and that we’ll respect your sexual orientation.”
Having calmed down, the pigtailed redhead spoke. “I’ve had some dicks, no pun intended, try and hit on me like this. I ain’t gonna hit on you if you hate it,” Ranma-chan stated firmly.
Nodding her head firmly, Ranko stared at the male currently turned female. “...You know, normally I’d be trying to snap your neck but you’re far more tolerable in this form...” she smiled and pleaded, “Any chance you could stay as a female as much as possible?”
“I’m sure you like me this way but... no way in hell! I’m a guy! It’s just half the time I end up a girl!” Ranma asserted firmly.
The eldest Tendo smirked. “Too many would be sad if he lost his male capacity,” Kasumi bemoaned, in an exaggerated joking tone... which belied that she meant it!
Raising her hand once more, Akane began to rub her eyes. “Ranko... can you and Ranma get along for me... please?” Lowering her hand, she gave her pokégirl her best big, cute eyes routine. Let it be known that as slightly psychotic and hot tempered as Akane Tendo could become at times... she was cute.
A sensation that even broke through the Psychic-type’s defenses! “Damn it! Your eyes are too cute!” Suddenly, Ranko lunged forward and hugged her new owner like a plushy. “It makes me just want to cuddle and kiss you and eat you out all night!” The pokégirl giggled. While Akane wasn't the sort of woman she had been expecting or hoped to have been given to by the Watcher... damned if she wasn’t such a cutie!
Gasping as the air was forced out of her lungs, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts hoped that sound wasn’t a rib breaking. “Ah... all...” she coughed. “All in due time...” Akane rasped out.
Turning away from the scene, Ranma-chan rubbed her face wither hands. She was not jealous, no she was not! But... damn it! Why was she feeling like she should be jealous!?
Oh yeah... it was because of the little razz that lesbian pokégirl gave her as she gave Akane said hug!
Seeing the looks on the redhead’s face, Kasumi decided it was best to give the coupel some time on their own to work things out with this new pokégirl’s of Akane’s in the mix. “Ranma,” the eldest Tendo spoke up. “I’m going to have Nabiki help me iron out the paper work from earlier. Please stay with Akane-chan and Ranko.”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, Ranma-chan asked, “Wuh-why’s that?”
“So she remembers not to jump Akane since she’s still healing,” Nabiki said, winking at Ranma as she and Kasumi walk out of the room..
Pouting, the Psi-Dyke glared at the brunette’s back before she mumbled under her breath, “Spoil-sports.”
Letting out a deep breath, Akane sighed in relief. She hoped with Ranma around, that Ranko’s libido would lessen in intensity.
Although Ranma-chan wanted to change back to her true gender, she figured this form would keep the pokégirl less hateful toward him. “So um...” she trailed off, unsure of how to initiation a concersation with a pokégirl she was warned about being very hateful to males. “How’d Mom find you, Ranko?” Maybe some light conversation would keep things quiet?
The Psi-Dyke raised an eyebrow. “Your mother?” She slowly grinned deviously. “Her pokéwomen and the pokégirls of a friend saved me from my last owner at an RV Park in Buggy Woods. I’ve never seen a Titmouse kick so much ass and I’m sorry that it’s likely no one will believe such.”
The pigtailed human redhead rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen weirder. Believe it." Ranma-chan deadpanned; wondering why she felt as though ninjas were planning to sue her.
“What I want to know is,” Akane began. “Why’d someone give you to a male Tamer? I mean, they ought to know that a lesbian pokégirl equals female Tamer... right?”
The pokégirl snorted in annoyance. “I know, but he took me as salvage," Ranko grumbled. “He somehow beat my second owner and I must’ve been the only one of the harem to make his cock get a rise.” She shuddered.
“And you couldn’t beat his ass because of Pokégirls Rights, right?” Ranma asked.
At Ranma-chan’s question, she shook her head. “More like the lack thereof.”
That made the woman laying back in the bed wince. “Well... we won’t let that happen again.” Akane promised as she took her pokégirl’s hand. “Ranma won’t force himself on you... he knows better and I may still green as a Tamer but I won’t treat you bad!”
“Just don’t eat her cooking,” Ranma-chan warned the Psychic-type.
Akane twitched horribly at the insult to her culinary... er... ‘prowess’. “Ranko.”
Smiling, the redheaded Psi-Dyke happily asked, “Yes, Mistress?”
“Bonk him!” The youngest Tendo commanded
*BONK*!
“OW!” Ranma-chan cried out as she held onto her head. Damn, but that Psi-Dyke was fast! “That hurt!”
The redheaded Psychic-type glared at her fellow redhead, now seeing her as the male menace she really was! “Then don’t insult Mistress’ cooking!” She snarled.
Snorting, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer could only mutter, “Your funeral.”
Ranko humphed. “You’re just jealous that I’m hugging Mistress and you aren’t!”
“Oh yeah?” Ranma-chan asked, taking the challenge in the pokégirl’s voice. Getting out of her chair, she walked to the other side of the bed and got up onto it. Sitting on the edge, she leaned over and hugged Akane from the other side. “Touché!” “Bitch,” Ranma thought irritably.
Her eyes narrowing as if she caught that, the redheaded pokégirl retorted, “I bet you haven’t even kissed Mistress!”
Gawking as she was being squeezed between the two, the young Tendo tried to ry out, “H-hey! You two!”
Although not intentionally ignoring her cries, Ranma was deep in thought as she tried to remember. “I... think I have...” she finally said in response to the pokégirl’s earlier jibe.
Ranko snorted. “Think?”
A sweat-drop traveling down the side of the redhead’s brow, she answered, “Long story.”
As Akane was squeezed, her brain, (possibly through lack of oxygen) began to make her see parallels. “Is this how Ranma felt being stuck between Ukyo and Shampoo and Kodachi all this time?” She thought in shock and a new level of understanding.
Damn, this world was really making her look at things differently... and she wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing in some cases which just really helped build on sensations of guilt.
“Ramna no baka...” she muttered under her breath.
“A porn contract!?” Asrial shouted as she, and the rest of the harem sat in a room with Kasumi and Nabiki who gathered them together to break the news to them.
The middle Tendo sibling nodded her head to the Salusian’s shriek. “That’s right. And while Kasumi, Ranma and Akane are technically the only ones eligible to receive money, what with us being human, we plan to share the spoils. After all, in one form or another you’ll al get a video out of this,” Nabiki explained. “We haven’t told Akane yet. We most likely will do it tonight before bed or in the morning before we send them the final batch of paperwork.”
“I’d suggest the morning,” Alice said seriously. “Let her rest and be in a calmer state of mind when you have to give her the news. For some reason, I don’t envision her taking it well right now.”
Nodding her head in agreement, the Salusian of Imperial Birth added, “I agree. No offense to your sister, but she’s pretty high strung.”
“Well, that settles that,” Kasumi said with a tone of finality to her voice. “Our next plan of action is,” the P.I.M.P. brings out her recently acquired PokéBalls. “I have three new sisters for you all to meet. Be nice to each other and I may turn my back if you all decide to play together. Just don’t steal them.”
“Harem sisters?” Cyan asked curiously. “And you now have three? What did you do? Go into Buggy Woods and capture a couple already?” Needless to say, the Cheetit pokéwoman was curious.
Shaking her head, a smiling eldest Tendo replied, “Nope! Received them while we were at the grocery store. Now then.” She held up the red and white sphere. “Belinda, Melinda, Glinda! I Screw You!” Kasumi proclaimed, the verbal command activating the PokéBalls and releasing three rather healthy Milktits.
“Milktits!” The two Cat-types, Mouse and Sylvan pokégirls proclaimed in excitement.
Staring at the very buxom cow anthromorphic life-forms, all Asrial could reply was, “Milktits?”
Nodding her head firmly, Nabiki stated, “Milktits.”
Smiling brightly, Kasumi reached her arms out and hugged the three bovine pokégirls from behind. “And I love them so!”
The one against Kasumi’s arm smiled and nuzzled against her. “Mmm... you were enthusiastic, Mistress,” Belinda told her with a soft chuckle.
In the center of the hug, Glinda smiled widely as she nuzzled against her Mistress’s chin with the top of her head. “So, we’re going to be starring in a video, Mistress?”
Grinning so wide that all of her white teeth shown and shimmered, the P.I.M.P. excitedly answered, “Oh yes! Lots and lots of videos!” She hoped to find a farm on their journey; for rent, abandoned or otherwise. She had an idea she was not going to let slip her grasp concerning Milktits and ‘country living’.
Raising an eyebrow, the blonde Salusian had to ask, “So... what are we doing for a studio?” It was one thing to make movies... but not having the proper equipment.
“Actually Asrial,” Kasumi started. “We’ve been asked to just tape stuff when it happens. It turned out that lot of our stuff got onto the net. It seems we’re certified hits’!”
The Salusian of Imperial Birth blinked her eyes once, twice. “Wait...” Asrial spoke slowly. “You mean we'd more or less just be taping everyday life?”
“Not everyday life,” the eldest Tendo answered; reality TV wasn’t what the masses wanted. “Just Tamings. So if we catch each other being naughty, just grab a cam and away we go!”
At the look the skunk-like woman gave her sister, Nabiki piped in, “It may sound invasive but the money would ensure we’d be able to not only buy spare RV parts, food and clothes but also have extra money in the off chance you girls lost a PokéBattle. We’d rather pay then hand any of you over as salvage.”
Nodding her head, Cyan was quick to point up, “That’s very wise. I’ve been lost in three separate instances due to a Tamer losing a PokéBattle and then they were short a couple of hundred credits to pay off the victor.”
”Which none of us will allow,” Nabiki assured the Cheetit. “Ranma would sooner kill someone than let them take any of you or us and well...” she shrugged. “I doubt Kasumi here wants to part with her trio.”
“I'll go Almighty Tendo P.I.M.P. on their asses!” The eldest roared in righteous indignation. “Anyone try to take one of my prized Milktits is going to get my cane stuffed up their ass sideways with a TWIST!!”
Startled for a moment, the middle Tendo just stared at her sister in shock. “Christ, sis...”
“I’m very serious,” the eldest Tendo said with a harsh tone. “And it’s within my legal right to do says. It says so right her on page seventy-four of my P.I.M.P. handbook.”
The woman nodded her head. “I know, it’s just... oh brother.” Nabiki slapped herself on the face, groaning in aggravation. They were not going to get home any time soon...
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