The alien energy he had absorbed from his extradimensional counterpart was quickly blending into his own aura, becoming one with his own energy reserves and mimicing his aural patterns. The whole process didn't feel alien, like he thought it would. Since the energy from the recently deceased Sextome was mimicing his own it felt like a natural energy boost, or rather like he had always had this extra energy and never really knew it.
He was interupted from his introspection when he heard the muffled groan of a woman returning to consciousness. He glanced over, remembering his analogue's "pokegirl" he had knocked out earlier. He started towards her, to see if she was alright, but when he got close she started to back away, crawling backwards on her hands and feet with a scared look on her face. When he reached out in what he thought was a non-threatening gesture, she cringed and held up her arms in a feeble block. Seeing this he shot a glare towards the eternally non-responsive Sextome and settled for making calm, friendly gestures and sounds and reasuring her that he wouldn't hurt her.
Barnette came to slowly from her forced slumber, and immediately regretted it. She always regretted waking up, it only signified another day under the domination of that sadistic, rat-bastard Sextome. Her eyes fluttered open and she immediately recognized the man (and she used the phrase loosely) she was bonded to. It wasn't even a particularly strong bond. Sure, he tamed her, when she was near feral and begged for it like a bitch in heat. Otherwise, he'd rather throw her to a swarm of Buzzbreasts than give her the time of day.
And now, he was walking toward her. She knew what would happen now. She'd failed, again. Lost another pokebattle. He'd beat her, slap her around for an hour or so, then starve her until she was feral, then make her eat off the ground while he tamed her in the most humiliating and painful ways while he made the other pokegirls watch. As he neared, she backed away, knowing full well that it only made him angrier; and, when he reached out she tried to cover herself, for all the good it would do.
But, to her suprise the blows she expected never came. She opened her eyes to see her master acting in a very strange way. He was speaking softly and kindly to her. Assuring her that he wouldn't harm her. She looked in his eyes, expecting to see the same harsh glint as always, a sign that he was as insincere as ever, only to find concern and a warm kindness hidden behind a pair of soulful gray-blue orbs.
Something caught the corner of her eye and she looked past her master to see... her master? Lieing on the ground? Not moving, even to breathe?
So shocked was she, that she ran past a confused Saotome to check on the body of the downed Sextome. To her distinct pleasure she found that he definately was not moving and there were some very ugly abbrasions on his head and a nasty dark blotch on his unnaturally bent neck. Her head darted back and forth between the two Ranmas. Seeing but not daring to believe what she saw. Her horrible master was dead and this one, who had defended her harem sister with his own body and skills, looking at her with concerned kind eyes. But, the pain from their earlier fight, if one were to call it that, was still all to real. So, she wasn't dreaming; this was real.
"You... you killed the master?" She asked, knowing all to well the answer.
"I didn't mean... I thought he was... If I had known... I would've." He stuttered trying to find an excuse for his actions. Finally, he simply bowed. "I'm sorry." he wasn't really, and maybe that's what he was sorry about (not being sorry), but he thought he should at leas say he was for her sake, if she cared.
"THANK YOU!" She yelled as she glomped onto him and sobbed happily into his shirt. He was shocked into immobility as she continued to weep into his chest as she held him tighter. After a while he resigned himself to just wait until she calmed down and enveloped her in his own embraced. Finding that she seemed do calm down when he did this he decided to try other soothing gestures. He brought up a hand and ran his fingers through her short green hair. She reciprocated by leaning closer into him.
Barnette was releived, no relieved was an understatement. She was free, or as free as a pokegirl could be. She no longer had to take any of that sick bastard's shit. She was happy; she was free; she was plastered bodily to his lookalike.
Now, that she thought about it. They only vaguely looked alike. It was easily to mistake them by facial features and hairstyle alone but that was where the similiarities ended. He was warmer and kinder. She could feel his firm yet yielding muscles beneith his silk covered chest and smell his musky scent. Even his face, on closer inspection, didn't look all that similar. It was more sculpted, with harder edges and softer, giving eyes. She only felt comforting emotions coming from their bond.
She leaned forward standing on the tips of her toes, reaching for his lips with her own. She inched closer, and closer. He had his eyes closed as he had become even more lost in their embrace than she had. She could now feel his hot breath teasing her hungry lips. She leaned forward and-WAIT A SECOND!? They had a Bond?
She checked again and sure enough not only her bond, but all her former master's bonds to all his bonded pokegirls. She mulled over this for a moment. He couldn't have possibly tamed all of them before she had woken up and the air wasn't thick with the scent of sex like it would be if he had.
Had he somehow gained Sextome's bonds by killing him in combat. And, who was this mysterious stranger?
She looked up to see him gazing at her, questions etched in his features. She sighed and they...
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