“YOU @#$%!!!”
Ranma stumbled forward as he felt a force of weight clamp onto him from behind, grasping onto his backpack. “What the hey!?” Ranma shouted out.
“YOU @#$%IN’ SONNUVA@#$%IN’ BITCHIN’ BASTARD @#$%IN’ PRICK!” Lydia, the Tit(less)mouse cursed rather loudly again and again as she used a hand to keep hitting Ranma in the back of the head.
Ranma, for his part, wasn’t in that much danger. Sure, he felt the fist hitting him, but he mostly was able to ignore it. After all, Mice-type pokégirls weren’t known for their physical strength, and Ranma already had the aura, strength, and experience of TWO Ranma’s backing him up ever since he had killed that evil analogue of himself. “Hey, Jetta?” Ranma asked as the Ninjanezumi continued to pummel on him from behind.”
Staring a bit in shock at what was going on, Jetta answered, “Yes?”
“Do I have a mosquito on the back of my head or somethin’?” Ranma asked irritably.
“A @#$%IN’ MOSQUITO!?” Lydia cried out in indignation. She began to pummel harder onto the back of the pigtailed guy’s head, cursing all the while.
Jetta growled. That Ninjanezumi was pissing her off! No one attacked her master and got away with it, even if they were some weak pokégirl that couldn’t hurt a Damsel even if they tried.
His eye twitching Ranma turned his head around a bit. “You know, that’s getting’ REALLY annoying.”
“@#$% YOU, ASSHOLE!” Lydia shouted as she kept pounding upon the back of Ranma’s head.
“All right then,” Ranma said. “I’m gonna give you one more chance to let go... If you don’t...” Ranma left the threat hanging.
Lydia just continued to curse worse than a She-Captain or a Buttaneer as she hit on Ranma again and again and again.
“She’s the most foul creature I’ve ever seen,” Archon mumbled in shock; appalled by the Ninjanezumi’s rampant use of foul language.
Tanya, who tended to argue with the Megami constantly, for once, just nodded her head in agreement.
Feeling and hearing the Ninjanezumi not lessen in her obscene behavior, Ranma shrugged. “Suit yourself,” Ranma mumbled. He began to spin in place.
Squeaking in surprise, Lydia grabbed onto the backpack tightly as the stupid Tamer began to spin in place, and only gaining speed. “WHAT THE @#$%!? STOP YOU STUPID @#$%IN’ @#$%!!!”
Ranma began to spin faster and faster and faster in place. He was feeling a little dizzy, but he could only imagine how the rat bitch felt.
Jetta, Archon, and Tanya watched the spinning entranced. They didn’t think a human could move that fast.
“Anyone else feeling dizzy?” Tanya asked. To that, the two Alpha pokégirls nodded their heads.
Lydia was just being spun about. Her legs were flailing in the air as she grasped tightly onto the backpack. “STOP YOU STUPD @#$%!!!”
“What was that?” Ranma asked teasingly.
“I SAID STOP!” Lydia shouted as the man continued to spin. “I SAID @#$%IN’ STOP!!!”
“Sure!” Ranma answered and stopped. Lydia was sent flying from the inertia, although her cursing could be heard on the air, along with a loud.
*RIIIIIIIP*!
The pokégirls watch as Ranma’s backpack was ripped open, his supplies flying everywhere around the forest. “Oh, god damn it!” Jetta growled. “Ranma! Look what you did!!!”
Blinking his eyes, once, twice, thrice, all Ranma could say was, “Um... Oops?”
Slapping a hand on her face, Jetta howled in frustration.
“It’s... It’s all right,” Archon said seriously. “Tanya and I will gather up Ranma’s things.”
“You’ll what?” Jetta asked.
“Yeah, he can obviously fight pokégirls,” Tanya said. Although she had no idea how that was possible for a human to do.
“And besides he helped heal us,” Archon added. “We’ll gather Ranma’s possessions while you keep the enemy pokégirls at bay.”
Jetta frowned. She wasn’t all that trusting of another harem’s pokégirls. After all, they didn’t follow her master. She was about to tell them to just cover them while she and Ranma gathered the healing items and such, when Ranma answered for her.
“Hey, thanks!” Ranma spoke up. “Ain’t they such nice girls, Jetta?” Ranma blinked his eyes. “Jetta?”
Gritting her teeth, Jetta had a twitch in her left eye. WHY did her master have to be so damn trusting? And it wouldn’t have done well for her to speak out against her master. “Fine!” She said through gritted teeth. She grabbed her master’s wrist and started marching off. “Let’s go!”
Ranma followed the Lupina as she dragged him away. Had he pissed her off?
Blinking her eyes, Tanya looked over to Archon. “Quite a weird pair they make,” The Enchantress said.
“Indeed they do,” Archon agreed. “But let us get to gathering their stuff before more troublesome mouse pokégirls decide to give us another problem,” The Megami said as she began picking up some vials of potions, heal cases, and whatever else she knew would have been Ranma’s.
Nodding her head, Tanya went to helping the Megami pick up healing items.
However, the two pokégirls began to gather the items, neither noticed as one of Ranma’s empty PokéBalls began slowly rolling towards the unconscious form of Moisha...
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Sheila shrieked as she evaded another blast of fire. Damn, those Vesta were picking on her just because they were of an elemental power superior to her’s. She knew they could do serious damage if she got caught. “BLIZZARD BEAM!?” Sheila shouted as she sent another blast of arctic chill at the Vetsa.
Unfortunately, it was obvious to the Shaguar that the Vesta were more than a match for her attacks. Even though her Blizzard Beam hit a group head on, the Fire-types were barely fazed by the hit. Minimal damage wouldn’t win this for her, and that was all she could inflict upon Fire-types with her ice attacks.
The Shaguar’s eyes widened. The six Vesta after her were powering up for another onslaught of Flamethrower attacks. “Shit!” Sheila cried out as she raised her arms. This was going to hurt!
“SHIELD!”
A translucent shield of magical energies appeared before the Shaguar and actually managed to hold up to the brunt of the fire-based attacks. Turning her head, Sheila saw Grave nearby, her arms up and pointing at her. “Thank you, Grave!” Sheila thanked.
“No problem!” Grave said. She then aimed the open palms of her hands at the group of Vesta. “MANA BOLT!”
The Vesta scattered a bit before the blast of magical energies could hit them. As they scattered they were already powering up to use more fire attacks.
Frowning, Grave was preparing a Shield technique for herself. She just knew something bad was gonna happen...
...Fortunately, it wasn’t happening to her.
“MOUKO TAKABISHA!”
There were numerous cries and squeaks as an explosive for of chi hit the ground by the Vesta, causing the fiery mice-type pokégirls to be tossed about like rag dolls.
Blinking their eyes in surprise, Sheila and Grave wondered who the hell did that. It couldn’t have been Gina. Sure, she could fire chi blasts, but even her techniques weren’t THAT strong.
Smiling, Ranma came out into view, a smile on his face. “Hey girls!” He called out. Mentally, he was congratulating himself. He realized by calling upon the barest of energy, basically making a ‘streamlined’ Mouko Takabisha, he would actually call upon the strength of one of his old ones at full force. Indeed, he could still fight without harming anyone dangerously.
“Master!” Both Sheila and Grave shouted out, their eyes all sparkly and happy looking; obviously pleased to see their master. The two petite titty-kitties ran up to him and started to hug their master while purring.
Jetta’s eye twitched. She didn’t mind that the two were hugging their master, really she didn’t. After all, they were all part of the same harem in this case, unlike when Ranma was being nice to the Megami and the Enchantress. “So WHY do I feel jealous!?” Jetta mentally screamed. It drove the Lupina nuts in some ways. She knew her kind had protective instincts for their owners, but should she be like this?
However, had the Tamer and his pokégirls been paying attention, they would have seen some rather angry Vesta gathering around them. And they were all glowing rather brightly, readying another volley of fire attacks.
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Britanny smirked as she continued to run back and forth through openings between trees of the Blueballs Forest, hitting any sort of mouse-type that got in her way. Hell, she didn’t even have to fight that much. Most mouse-types that actually caught sight of her ran screaming; afraid of the visage of an angry Cheetit.
“Too easy!” Britanny thought in glee as she giggled out-loud. She was racking up victory after victory as she beat up more and more of the little mice bitches. She was so excited about proving her worth, maybe her Master would give her another Taming soon. Oh, she so hoped so!
Looking about, Britanny soon caught sight of her master. She frowned a little as she saw that the little kitties were hugging him and hoarding his attention. Shaking her head, the Cheetit sighed. “No, can’t get mad... They need turns too,” Britanny told herself.
Smirking, again, Britanny told herself, “But when it is my turn again, I’m gonna prove to Master just how much he was missing out without me around,” The Cheetit thought as she began to purr.
Thinking the Cheetit was off-guard, a Titmouse tried to sneak up on Britanny, only to receive the back of Britanny’s fist to her face. “Stupid Titmice,” Britanny grumbled as she heard the mouse pokégirl drop to the ground in unconsciousness.
Looking back over to her master, Britanny blinked her eyes as she noticed something. A group of Vesta were getting back to their feet, and looking very, very angry! And worse, more were starting to gather as well, circling around her master, the little kitties at that bitch the Alpha.
And all the Fire-type mice pokégirls were powering up for some attacks, while the others didn’t notice.
“MASTER!” Brit shouted as she ran towards her master and Harem sisters with all her might. Damn, the pokégirls were firing! She wasn’t going to make it! “I NEED SPEED!!!”
And then Britanny took off like a rocket, becoming a blur of gold that tackled her master and Harem sisters out of the way of the all encompassing collection of flamethrower attacks that engulfed the area where they had been.
Ranma blinked his eyes as he and his pokégirls landed in a pile. He could have sworn he saw the mice about to unleash a whole lot of fire upon him...
...But now the place they had been and the fire was going on a good thirty or forty feet away from them! “What they hey?” Ranma asked no one in particular.
“Master?” Britanny asked hesitantly. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Ranma answered as he picked up Sheila from his lap. He turned his head to say more, but found himself at a loss of words.
Britanny smiled. She was VERY pleased to have done well and save her master. He also looked a little cute with his eyes wide and his mouth agape like that.
Patting the dust off from her fur due to the landing, Jetta mumbled, “Well, I guess I owe you some thanks, Tits,” She turned to look at Brit and say more, but her jaw dropped. “Tits!”
Frowning, Britanny turned to the Alpha pokégirl. “Damn it, Jetta! You KNOW I hate that name!”
Pointing a finger, Jetta said, “Tits! Look at yourself!”
“What’re you talking… About... Jetta...” Britanny trailed off as she looked down. She looked the same from her waist up, but the bottom half of her body was now like a Centaura, only with the bottom being a body of a large cheetah rather than a horse. “W-what happened!?” Britanny asked herself.
“Wow, you’re a Cheetaura now,” Grave said in mild surprise.
“Cheetaura?” Ranma asked.
“A Cheetaura is an evolved form of the Cheetit,” Jetta answered. She looked at Britanny seriously. “But when the hell did you evolve!?”
“I... I don’t know,” Britanny said in slight shell-shock.
“You don’t know?” Jetta asked, her eye twitching. “Didn’t you see yourself GLOWING!?” At the shake of Brit’s head, the Lupina sighed in disbelief. “Britanny, you dolt...” The Lupina grumbled.
“Wait a minute?” Ranma spoke up. “Glowing?”
“Yeah, Master,” Sheila said. “When we pokégirls evolve, we glow brightly.”
“Oh!” Ranma said, realization hitting him. “I saw Britanny glowing the other day when I brought her when I tamed her the first time.”
Again, Jetta’s eye was twitching. “You mean Tits had been evolved all this time and you didn’t know!?” When Ranma shook his head, again, Jetta sighed in defeat as she lowered her head. “Why do I even bother?”
“Wow... I didn’t know she could do that.”
“Me either...”
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