“Um, Jetta,” Sheila spoke up a little nervously. “Not to alarm anyone, but those Viesta are coming over here!”
At that, Jetta turned her head to look at the area the Vesta had shot at. Yep. The Fire-type mice pokégirls had realized they hadn’t barbecued them yet, and now were making their way towards Jetta, her harem sisters, and her master. “Crap and a half, doesn’t this chaos ever end?” Jetta groaned.
Frowning, Ranma began to lift his sleeves. These damned fiery pokégirls weren’t giving him many options left. Ever with his Mouko Takabisha, the Vesta would keep coming back at him with everything they had. “And all because I’m trying not to hurt them too badly either.”
Ranma cursed himself. He should have been training his new body, not having sex with his pokégirls... Scratch that. They needed sex. He should have been training his body, not learning more of that bookwork crap with Gina and Jetta. “And since I don’t know my body, I don’t know how much force to put behind my moves and have them not be lethal.”
Still, he was Ranma Saotome! And Ranma Saotome didn’t lose! Nope! Wasn’t gonna happen! “Besides, I still got one technique up my sleeve, the Hiryuu Shoten Ha!”
Grave tugged at her master’s sleeve a little. “Master, what’s the Hiryuu Shoten Ha?”
A sweat-drop crawled down the side of Ranma’s head. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?” At the numerous nods from Grave, Sheila, and Jetta, Ranma sighed. “Look, I don’t have time to explain, I just gotta-”
“YOU BITCHES!!!” Britanny practically roared, and interrupting Ranma’s plea for time. “YOU TURNED ME INTO A MONSTER!!!” The Cheetaura screamed angrily.
It was then that the Vesta, who had been on the offensive since the great Tit(less)mouse told them to attack, were shaking in fear. They were still Mouse-type pokégirls after all, and were weak against pokégirls of the feline-persuasion. ESPECIALLY cat pokégirls that were rather pissed!
And so, acting upon primal instinct, the Vesta went running...
...Too bad for them that Britanny wasn’t going to hear of it.
“ROOOOOOOAAAAAR!!!”
Ranma could only stare in shock as he saw Britanny tear into the Vesta like his father into free ramen from the Nekohanten. “Damn... I never knew Brit could be so... So... Violent...”
Her jaw agape, Jetta stared a little in awe. “Wow... I know what you mean, Ranma. I didn’t know Tits had it in her,” the Lupina mumbled numbly.
Grave and Sheila just nodded their heads in agreement with their master and their Alpha. Brit was just kicking ass and taking names.
Wincing, Ranma said, “Ooooh... That’s gotta hurt.”
At the sight of continuous carnage, Jetta blinked her eyes. “Since when did she have a rapid-fire version of the Scratch technique?”
“No idea,” Sheila mumbled as she wrapped her arms around Grave for support. This sight wasn’t one for the faint of heart.
Ranma nodded his head appreciatively. That move Britanny was doing was like something he could get if he mixed his Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken with those ‘ki claws’ Akane and the others always told him he could do whenever he was in the Neko-Ken.
When it was over, Britanny stood there on all four paws, breathing heavily. Her arms were at her sides and her fists clenched and unclenched erratically. “That’ll teach you for trying to hurt Master, AND making me into a monster!” Britanny spat out.
Looking up, Britanny could see more Titmice and even some Poolmice heading towards her. “Oh? You want some too? COME AND GET IT!” And with a rowl of anger, Britanny lunged at all the different mouse-like pokégirls.
(------)
The Kunoichi pokégirl Ichikoo yawned as she lay back against the edge of the hot-air balloon basket. A hot-air balloon that looked a lot like the head and the right paw of a Merrowl. “Lendo, what are we doing up here again?”
Holding onto one of the ropes that connected the basket to the balloon, Lendo looked over the side. “Don’t you see what’s going on down there!?”
Blinking her eyes, Ichikoo stood up and looked over the side. “It looks like numerous PokéBattles are going on right now.”
“And what type of pokégirls are down there?” Lendo added.
Focusing on one of the skirmishes of chaos, Ichikoo said, “It looks like a whole bunch of mouse-types. Different elements. So what? Titmice aren’t the most valuable of pokégirls, you know.”
“Simple, my little Kunoichi,” Lendo spoke in a self-superior manner. “It’s true that Titmice alone aren’t worth much, however, there are A LOT of them, and that will add up. Plus, there are also elemental mouse pokégirls among them. Those will fetch us a nicer price!”
Nodding her head, Ichikoo mumbled, “Basically, we’ll let them tire themselves out, and then capture them after easily.”
“Merrowl! That’s right!” The rather annoying Merrowl stated as a matter of fact.
Laughing haughtily, Lendo shouted, “TEAM RIVALSAN CANNOT FAIL!”
“Make my latte double!”
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