It was time for a PokéBattle.
No, not one against a single Tamer and his grouping of pokégirls. No. It was to be against a force of over one hundred pokégirls, all apparently focused on the town of Greenpeace.
If Ranma were being allowed to fight, he wouldn’t have been nervous at all. He knew he could handle himself against a horde of... Mice-thingy people. But he wasn’t sure about his pokégirls. He hadn’t used them in PokéBattles much, and heir full fighting abilities were an unknown.
“Well, no time like the present to find out,” Ranma mumbled.
Walking past the Northern entrance to the city of Greenpeace, Ranma made his way to the Blueballs Forest. It amazed him how leaves could be a distinct blue color. He had heard of leaves turning colors at autumn, but NEVER blue! “This place just gets weirder and weirder.”
Making his way further into the forest, it didn’t take Ranma long to find the other Tamer. Stryyp stood there at the ready, his Megami by his side. Ranma recognized the Catgirl Jazelle and the very cat-like Enchantress, Tanya. However, Ranma didn’t recognize the blue-scaled fish-like girl with the blue hair. “That’s probably Tyr,” Ranma reasoned.
When he was closer, Ranma waved an arm. “Heya! Stryyp!” Ranma called out as he continued to walk. “Am I early?”
Blinking her eyes, Archon couldn’t help but smile. “He came,” She thought rather happily.
Stiffening for a moment Stryyp visibly relaxed when he realized that it was Ranma. “No, Sextome! You’re just on time!”
“Cool,” Ranma said with a slight smirk. He walked until he was beside Stryyp. “So what should I do?”
Before Stryyp could answer, Archon spoke up first. “I suggest getting your harem at the ready. We’re going to need all the help we can get!”
“Er...” What she said, Stryyp then added with a nervous chuckle.
Blinking his eyes, Ranma couldn’t help but smirk a little. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s being pushed around by his pokégirls,” Ranma thought with a chuckle.
Seeing the group staring at him, Ranma shrugged. “Guess it’s time to get started,” Ranma grumbled. He took all of the PokéBalls off his belt and threw them hard and fast. “Harem! I Screw You!”
There were numerous popping sounds and flashes of red light as one-by-one the PokéBalls opened; forms of light taking form of rather exotic women. The girls looked back and forth curiously. They could see everybody and more was out.
“Master,” Brianna spoke up. “We’re gonna fight, right?”
“Fight?” Gina asked. “What, is this a PokéBattle or something?”
Britanny frowned. While the Cheetit was happy to have been let out of her PokéBall earlier than expected, it seemed the only reason was so she could kick ass. “Well, I’ll kick some ass,” Britanny thought seriously. “I’ll prove to Master that I’m worth the effort he puts into making me happy!”
Raising an eyebrow, Genn wondered why Britanny was purring lightly.
Jetta just knew something was up. All the harem was out and so was the harem of that Stryyp guy. “Master,” Jetta spoke up as she walked beside Ranma. “What’s going on here?”
“Titmice,” Ranma said.
“Titmice!?” Ranma’s pokégirls of the feline-persuasion repeated. The gleam in their eyes could cower a lesser individual. And Ranma was no lesser individual, no sir! But that didn’t mean he wasn’t prone to try and save his own ass by taking a few steps back away from them.
“Yeah, Titmice,” Ranma said.
“Not only Titmice,” Archon spoke up. “But others as well. Ninjanezumi, and Poolmice and Vesta!”
“Vesta!?” Sheila whimpered. She could handle the Poolmice, but Vesta could seriously hurt her.
Frowning lightly, Grave wrapped her tail around Sheila’s waist in a comforting manner. This action didn’t go unnoticed by the others.
“Cough, cough, TEAM PLAYER, cough, cough!” Tanya coughed out into her hand as innocently as she could. At the look she got from her Harem-sisters, all Tanya could ask was, “What?”
“We’ll discuss that later,” Archon said seriously.
Snorting, Tanya rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah... More of that, ‘I’m the Alpha and I’ve got to set a good example crap again’.”
The Megami frowned. “This is not the time nor the place to discuss such trivialities, Tanya,” Archon said warningly.
Nodding her head, Tanya grumbled, “Fine, fine...”
Looking over and watching how Stryyp’s pokégirls were acting, Ranma mumbled, “Yeesh... And I thought my girls were bad...”
Leaning closer to her Tamer, Jetta whispered, “It’s not surprising there’s a bit of rivalry with the two. They’re very similar.”
“Huh?” Ranma asked back.
Nodding her head, Jetta explained, “Megami is a Psychic-type pokégirl with a sub-element of Magic. Enchantress is a Magic-type pokégirl with a sub-element of Psychic. Their powers and abilities would be VERY similar, only with one favoring Psychic powers while the other prefers Magic.”
Ranma nodded his head. “Makes sense.” Looking around for any possible threat, Ranma then looked at the Megami. “Hey, Archon!”
Blinking her eyes, the Megami turned to acknowledge the pigtailed Tamer. “Yes?”
“Where are these mice pokégirls?” Ranma asked.
“Believe me, Sextome,” Archon said most seriously. “They’re coming.”
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Walking over grass and rocks, moving past trees, they were going.
Titmice.
These Titmice were from the Violetvestal; a large city that depended on major trading by its business-savvy people. These Titmice were the pokégirls nobody wanted in favor of stronger, sexier pokégirls. They had to live on the crumbs of society; barely enough to get by, but it was at least something.
And then it happened.
Parasytes. One of the most dangerous and illegal breeds of pokégirls ever developed came to the town. A small group of the fiends was more than enough to wipe out the town of all intelligent life, and the Titmice knew to leave while the getting was good!
And so, groups of Titmice traveled. Going through the forest and looking for whatever food could be foraged, while evading pokégirls dangerous to them like Merrowls, Hooters, and Nagas...
Fortunately, the dark times with lifted for the Titmice as they were found by two more pokégirls of the mousey variety. Two Ninjanezumi! (Or as most of the Titmice chuckled behind their backs, the great “Tit(less)mouse and her Ninjanezumi that thinks she’s a Bimbo”).
However, they were apt to listen to these two worldly pokégirls. After all. These pokégirls apparently weren’t Feral and could speak ‘human’. Plus, the fact that they were backed up a few Poolmice and numerous Vesta was more than enough to the Titmice to follow.
And so, a month has passed of marching. Marching day and night. Some evolved, some died of starvation or exhaustion, and some were barely hanging in there. But finally. After a long time of promises, they were upon a new town. A Town where they could begin once more, with their leaders in charge.
(------)
In the front of the group was a blonde-haired and furred Ninjanezumi in a black leather ninja-gi. She barely had an A-cup, the poor pokégirl was so flat! Still, she held her spirits high. Smirking, the rat pokégirl knew they were almost at Greenpeace. “We’re almost to the @#$%in’ place,” She mumbled almost maniacally.
The Ninjanezumi by the side of the shorter one raised an eyebrow. Unlike her partner, this rat-like pokégirl did fit the regular description of a Ninjanezumi. Violet-furred with matching hair, with breasts that could make a few cat-type pokégirls bawl with envy. Although she had a matching outfit, her’s was obviously tighter than the one the blonde wore. “You never forgiven them, have ya, Lyds?”
Lydia looked over at her purple-furred compatriot. “Of course I haven’t @#$%in’ forgiven them, Mo! I’ll never @#$%in’ forgive them!” The flat-chested Ninjanezumi heaved. “Just because I was built like a Tomboy when I wa a Titmouse, ever Tamer that came by just @#$%in’ past me over, to look at the pokégirl in the cage over who had tits as big as my @#$%in’ head!!!”
“Hmm...” Moisha mumbled as she thought about it. “Hey, Lyds, like, your problem could have been that you swore too much, u’ know?”
“@#$% that!” Lydia snapped. “It’s because those dumb @#$%s in Greenpeace only believe in pokégirl rights if their pokégirls have the booty to back up the liberalism they can receive!”
“I still think it’s because you, like, swear like a Buttaneer...” Moisha mumbled.
Lydia just swore a little more. “Anyway, we’re almost @#$%in’ there and...” Lydia trailed off as she saw numerous forms standing at the edge of the forest. “Who the @#$% is that!?”
“Maybe it’s local law enforcement?” Moisha suggested. “We haven’t been, like, the most stealthy of traveling forces, u’ know.”
The tit(less)mouse have her partner a half-lidded gaze. “@#$%!” She turned back and screamed, “ATTACK! WITH THEM GONE, WE CAN LIVE IN GREEPEACE!”
At those words of encouragement, the mouse-pokégirls started charging, prepared to get through a final obstacle that was separating them from the promised land.
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As the ground began to tremble, Ranma blinked his eyes and waved his arms a bit to keep his feet steady. “Is it an earthquake?”
“I think it’s a stampede, Master!” Jetta shouted to be heard.
“What? You mean that Tamer is here!?” Sheila asked in surprise.
“I don’t think she means that Vash-guy!” Gina spoke up. “She means a rampage of pokégirls!”
And so, the rumbling got stronger and louder. An unstoppable force was rushing towards them. Waves and waves of Titmice upon Titmice were running, waving their arms to perform the ‘Scratch’ attack on the first thing to get close enough to them.
Grave let out a shriek as a whole wave of Titmice seemed to be coming close to her…
...And then they stopped in their tracks right before Grave.
Grave blinked.
The Titmice blinked back.
Grave blinked again.
The Titmice blinked at the mini-Cheetit again.
“Mew?” Grave asked rather cutely.
The response she got was the Titmice shrieking and squeaking in fear. The droves of mouse-pokégirls ran as if the hounds of hell were at their heels. Scratch that. They’re prefer dogs any day over CATS!
His eye twitching, Ranma turned to look at Jetta. “You’ve GOT to be shitting me!”
Smirking, Jetta shook her head. “Nope. Those little Mouse-types are just terrified of cat-pokégirls. Even small an underdeveloped ones like Grave and Sheila.” Though internally, Jetta wished at times that the feline pokégirls were afraid of the canine pokégirls like mice were of the cats. It would have made getting a point across to the rest of the harem MUCH easier.
Raising her arms, Archon began readying an attack. She needed the precious moments the Titmice retreat would give her to power it up.
Lydia’s eyes twitched as she saw the near-army of Titmice running back towards her. “What the @#$% do you think you’re doing!?”
Numerous Titmice pointed back towards the G-Splice of Cheetit and Witch origins and let out numerous squeaks and cries of “Titmouse!”
Frowning, Lydia glared at the Titmice before here. “YOU IDIOTS! YOU’RE BIGGER THAN THAT ONE LITTLE @#$%IN’ CHEETIT! AND YOU OUTNUMBER HER! JUST GO BACK AND @#$%IN’ BEAT HER ASS IN!”
The numerous Titmice blinked their eyes again and again. The foul-mouthed titless one was right! The could take on one measly little Cheetit.
Blinking, Ranma stared at the oncoming force of buck-toothed fury. “They’re coming back?”
Stryyp smiled. “Archon! Psychic!”
Preparing her attack, Archon rolled her eyes. She had already thought to use Psychic. Well, at least her master was trying.
Outstretching her arms to the side, Archon let loose an onslaught of concentrated mental energies. She whispered, “Psychic.”
While the battle cry was rather quiet, the actual attack itself wasn’t! The world around them was distorted for a long while, the Titmice’s bodies being wracked with pain form the psychic energy! Even the landscape around the mouse-pokégirls was disrupted as patches of dirt were flung about as trees were uprooted.
And then the near-sonic boom that followed the attack alone was enough to knock EVERYONE off of their feet.
Laying on his back for only a moment, Ranma sat up quickly. Trees were uprooted and scattered, Titmice lay strewn about, twitching in pain. Hell, even his own pokégirls were stunned. Only Archon stood there unaffected. “Woah.”
Blushing a little, Archon bowed back at the Tamers and apologized. “Sorry if I went a little overboard.”
“Sure...” Ranma said quietly. This was just too shocking. A nice girl used an attack that was bordering on being as devastating as the Hiryuu Shoten Ha!
A pile of tree branches and unconscious Titmice trembled before erupting. There stood the blonde-furred Ninjanezumi, breathing heavily as her body trembled. “YOU STUPID @#$#%&#&@$@#$&%@&@#%@!!!”
Ranma blinked his eyes. “She’s still awake after that!?”
“Psychic-attacks,” Jetta began to growl as she got to her feet, “Don’t effect Dark-type pokégirls as well as others.”
“Oh,” Ranma said. He looked around. “Well, at least it looks like you took care of the problem though.
It was then that the Poolmice surfaced from above the water in the nearby river.
“Er...” Ranma blinked. “Well, took care of a majority...”
Vesta also started coming out of the fallen woodwork of the Blueballs forest. They were looking fiery tempered.
“Okay... You took care of... Er...” Ranma’s eye twitched. “We still have a problem, don’t we?”
“Yes,” Archon admitted as she nodded her head.
Still breathing heavily, Lydia didn’t notice as Numerous Vesta gathered around her. “MO!!!” She yelled.
“Yeah?” The violet-furred Ninjanezumi grumbled as she wiggled out from underneath a pile of unconscious Titmice. “What is it?”
Pointing a finger at Archon, Lydia ordered, “GET OVER THERE AND ATTACK THAT @#$%IN’ MEGAMI! WE’LL TAKE CARE OF THESE @#$%IN’ BASTARD!”
Scratching his head, Ranma looked at Jetta. “I think we’re in trouble.”
Groaning, Jetta nodded her head. “You could say that, Master.”
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