Chapter 4
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Mamoru Chiba was having a very good week.
"I repeat; the Terrible Trio was turned in several hours ago by Ranma Saotome. You might remember that this man also defeated the infamous Ranma Sextome. Sources have informed Channel 6 news that they will be treated and placed within Browwood Maximum Security Prison."
Chiba turned to face the fuming face of the prisoner in the cell across from him. "Man, I do hope they hadn't been planning to bust you out, Sextome."
While on the outside he was enjoying Sextome's cursing, as he still hadn't healed up enough to offer anymore than that, inside he was beginning to get fearful.
The truth was that having both the Trio and Sextome here was putting unwanted attention on him in general. Maybe they would have conducted an infiltration to...remove...Sextome as a threat, while ignoring him. After all, so much time had passed, any information he might have had would have long since become obsolete. Bases moved, identities changed, and plans were already completed or changed.
But with so many Team Trauma operatives here, who was to say they might not go for a full sweep and eliminate them all. After all, all five of them would make a great starter set for an up-in-coming operative.
Or worse, the prize handed to a leader. He had no doubt Genma would gleefully hand over his neo-daughter to another leader to further cement his power within the organization—unless the fat bastard was one of those people sick enough to actually desire to tame a relative.
He went back to his bunk, laying down, and hoping that his luck held true for a few more days. If they were going to either try and extract the group or convert them to pokégirls, then they would do it relatively soon.
In a lab long forgot by Mamoru Chiba, a door busted open, as a small pink haired girl ran for her life. Normally, for one who had spent her entire life inside the long abandoned lab, the outside world would have been viewed with some awe or fear.
"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!" cried a woman, as she blasted the door the little pokégirl had run from.
Seeing that said door was about to hit her, the little girl used a Shadow Teleport to move away from it, and one again resumed running.
From the smoldering ruins of the lab entrance, a woman stepped through, wearing a black outfit the complemented her current mission. Her hair was pink as well, matching that in color of the little girl who had run away, even to the point of her red eyes.
Smiling, she started stalking off in the direction that she sensed the little target running in, her mission clear: eliminate the little tramp for escaping.
Oh yes, she knew she would enjoy this hunt.
This shows the last girls from the SM universe. Take a guess who is who.
Older Usa: DARK LADY, the Seething Bitch Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Magic
Frequency: Rare
Diet: human foods
Role: murderess, combat
Libido: Low (High with Tamers who can control them)
Strong Vs: Magic, Normal, Psychic, celestial pokégirls (Angels, Megami, etc)
Weak Vs: Fighting, Dark, Dragon
Attacks: Reflect, Absorb, Burst, Energy Blade, Aura Barrier, Mystic Bolt, Power Bolt, Teleport
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x3), Magical Levitation, Darkvision
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Dark Elf (Moon Stone)
Dark Ladies are evolved from Dark Elves when brought into contact with a Moon Stone. They stand taller than their previous form, usually an inch or two over five and a half feet tall. Their breasts are generous but not huge, a modest C-cup, and are quite firm, with sensitive nipples. Their nails are always painted and well-manicured/pedicured, even after marching about the wilderness for days on end. Dark Ladies always prefer to have long hair, and will never cut it unless it's in danger of dragging on the ground. Even then, they'd rather braid it or style it to raise it just enough that it doesn't quite reach the ground. They are very vain about their hair and will go to great lengths to care for it and enhance it. A Dark Lady will always try to dress in an outfit that is provocative and arousing without looking slutty, such as dresses with long slits to show off her legs, or low-cut tops that show off the upper portions of her breasts.
Despite their allure, Dark Ladies are not often found in Harems. This is because, although they are very beautiful, they are consumed with intense rage. They seem to have nothing but fiery hatred for everyone and everything, with a special place being reserved in their dark hearts for pokégirls of a celestial nature, such as Angels, Megamis, and Megami-samas. The best known example of this was when a kindly Angel rescued a Dark Lady, not knowing what type of pokégirl she was, from drowning and took her back to her Tamer to nurse the half-dead Dark Lady back to health. When the Dark Lady awoke to seeing an Angel watching over her and tending to her, she immediately flew into a screaming fit of rage and attacked her rescuer, killing the poor Angel, who didn't even have a chance to defend herself, and slaughtered a third of the Tamer's Harem, who were shocked into inaction, before being brought down.
Dark Ladies are not subtle combatants. They don't have the patience or inclination for subterfuge and much prefer open confrontations. They usually use their Magical Levitation enhancement to remain away from any sort of physical fighting, and hide behind magical defenses such as Aura Barrier while they rain down Mystic Bolts and Power Bolts, along with taunts. When the fighting does get physical, they use Energy Blade until they can get more distance between themselves and their opponent, and if worse comes to worst, they Teleport away, although they are loathe to quit a battle, and have an annoying tendency to return for rematches at the least convenient times. During battles, Dark Ladies verbally as well as magically assault their foes, mocking things they believe in, telling them how weak and pathetic they are, and how she will torment their surviving friends/lovers/pokégirls.
Dark Ladies are not fools however, and their anger is calculated. They know when to retreat, and won't throw their lives away in an attack unless they perceive there to be no escape.
No one is really sure why Dark Ladies are so sadistic. They seem driven to cause pain and anguish to anyone they can, for reasons even they don't seem to understand. They hate celestial pokégirls, and those who would associate with them, more than other people, and will target them in preference to others. Some have suggested that Dark Ladies are upset because they have lost their Longevity enhancement that they had as a Dark Elf, and feel cheated of their long lives. Others postulate that they hate celestial pokégirls because they seem to radiate the peace and serenity that Dark Ladies lack so much in their own lives.
Despite all this, it is possible to Tame and control a Dark Lady, though difficult. Dark Ladies don't respond well to kindness nor appeals to reason, but raw power, and the willingness to use it, is one of the very few things that gets through to them. A Tamer who shows himself to be her superior will earn her obedience, but doing so is a harsh lesson to force on her. Since a Dark Lady will naturally satisfy her carnal lusts on helpless victims, a Tamer who forces himself on her in such a manner can make her submit to him. Generally, this requires her to be heavily bound and gagged so she can't cast her spells while the Tamer takes her harshly, bragging about his ability to do this to her and her inability to stop him. The more harshly she is taken, the quicker and better the results will be.
After the Taming, a Dark Lady will behave very differently towards her new Tamer. She is obedient to him now, and appears to revel in her new position. Her loyalty to her new Tamer is unshakeable, and she would gladly die before abandoning or betraying him. She is almost obsequious in her desire to please her new owner, calling him "Master" whenever she can, almost whorishly servicing his every desire, volunteering to be the first to fight pokébattles for him, etc. She regards her Tamer almost as a god, and will talk long and almost lovingly about him to anyone who is willing to listen. Such rants are not love-driven poems however. A Dark Lady appears to view her Tamer almost as some sort of evil overlord, telling others things such as "My Master is more powerful than you can possibly imagine!" and "My Master finds you displeasing, be gone!" A Dark Lady in a Harem will always work her hardest to be the Alpha, seeing only herself as the most worthy to be with her Master.
Feral Dark Ladies are beings of pure rage, attacking anything that moves with a mindless fury. They are too distracted to use their magic or their Magical Levitation ability though, and always resort to just using their strength to tear their opponent limb from limb. In this state they aren't much of a fight, and they know it, making sure to find some poor soul every few weeks to force themselves on. Such experiences are never pleasant memories for the one they use. No Threshold girl has ever been known to become a Dark Lady, for which everyone is thankful.
Chibi-Usa: DROW ZEE, the Elf Variant Pokégirl
Type: Near Human
Element: Psychic/Magic
Frequency: Rare (Indigo) to Uncommon (Crimson)
Diet: Near Human Diet (Omnivore)
Role: originally strike squads, but excellent at surveillance
Libido: varies (usually Low to Average)
Strong Vs: Psychic, Poison
Weak Vs: Water, Electric, Fire
Attacks: Glare, Hypnotic Gaze, Shadow Teleport, Backstab
Enhancements: Infravision, high dexterity and agility, increased sense of hearing, immunity to poison
Evolves: Elf (mechanism unknown), Dark Elf (Dark Stone), Dark Maiden (orgasm), Golden Elf (Angel Stone)
Evolves From: None
Drow Zees have had a bad reputation which leads back to Sukebe's war. As they can teleport out of any shadow within fifty meters, they were the perfect operatives for strategic strikes. The first Drow Zees were usually paired with poison type pokégirls and were rather ruthless in their operation methods, which lead to the intense resentment towards them that has lasted to modern day, though the resentment nowadays is considerably lower. Most trainers simply avoid them rather than try and deal with them. Drow Zees tend to be controlled in their shows of affection, though if they find someone they like, they will often act affectionately, giving presents and blushing constantly.
Opening the door on his room at the poke-center they were staying at, Shinji Ikari was stopped by the sight of his current Alpha standing before him, pushing a food cart. "I brought you some food, Shinji-kun."
Smiling, he returned to his room, sitting on the bed. "You didn't have to do that for me, Ritsuko-chan."
She smiled as she pushed the cart before him. "Don't worry about the other girls, they're in the cafeteria eating now. I asked that we have a private meal for now."
Shinji Ikari: Son of Gendo and his lone pokégirl Yui Ikari of the Ikari family; adopted into the clan.
Gendo Ikari was a ruthless Tamer, who had been brought down last year as well as several members of SEELE: an anti-pokégirl organization bent on making pokégirls into living weapons.
Shinji had been there. He wasn't an active participant on either side, he had just...drifted around.
It was also how he got Misato and Ritsuko. The two had been pokégirls for a field agent who had helped bust Gendo: Kaji Ryouji. The man was killed in action securing three other pokégirls that Gendo had been running experiments with: Maya, Rei, and Asuka.
And so, he drifted from town to town, only doing what was required to keep his pokégirls and not lose them, what was required to keep him existing. Kaji had been his friend for a few months before his murder; the only one he had. Kaji had taught him about pokégirls, more so then he had ever learned with the tutors his father dumped him on.
When Sextome had stolen them, it was his determination to rescue them that gave him the strength to pursue. It was the first time the girls had seen him actually look alive when he arrived at the Tendo Ranch to reclaim them.
They agreed that he should not lose it so quickly, and the option offered by Nabiki...
"Master, I wanted to talk to you about attending this school that Mr. Saotome was opening." She then handed Shinji a flyer she had printed off the internet that Nabiki had sent them.
He looked it over. It offered both physical training to make one better, mental training with how to perceive a pokégirl battle, and training for your pokégirls so that they would be stronger than any other.
"But if I do this, I might lose one of you," meekly said Shinji.
Ritsuko shook her head. "Shinji, you need to move past what happened. How long can you keep going on like this before someone else decides to take us from you?" she asked. "How long before some rule change forces you into a situation where you might lose us?"
"Well... I... But..."
Not for the first time was Ritsuko cussing her old employer and Tamer; Gendo, for doing this to his son. Not that she ever loved the cold hearted bastard, but he had borrowed her on occasion to help with his projects. Her heart, as Misato's had, truly had belonged to Kaji.
Now that he was gone, they had grown to love Shinji, but knew he would never try to replace Kaji.
"Shinji," she said, grabbing his hands and holding them to her heart, "we are worried sick about you, and we feel that this place can help you...be happy. Can you do this, for us...and yourself?"
Shinji sighed. Why was everyone wanting him to live? But he knew she was right. Sextome may not be the last, but he was likely also not the worst. "I...I don't know if I can. What if I'm too weak?"
Ritsuko shook her head. "What if PenPen turns into a new breed of pokégirl?"
Seeing his confused face, she continued. "We can't worry and spend all our time obsessed with the past. You need to grow beyond this depression, beyond the pain you cling to for comfort." She placed her palm on his chin, pulling his face to meet hers. "You need to live again, Shinji. Please," she asked, bringing him into a hug. "Please, don't stay dead, don't let that bastard steal your life as well."
Shinji felt her tears fall onto his shirt.
Could he live again?
Could he find...happiness?
"I...I'll try, Ritsuko-san."
She smiled, as she reigned in her tears. It was all they could hope for.
Now, how to convince them to ship his pet hot water penguin to the Tendo Ranch?
Nabiki just shook her head, watching as her younger sibling was once again showing off to the other Amachops, Amachamps, and Amachokes that were working on adding the dorms for the school their tamer would be running.
She still purred at that thought. Thanks to the pigtailed tamer, they were beginning a school that would teach tamers how to treat pokégirls.
It may not seem like much, but even she knew that some scientists were looking for way to prevent total genetic degradation of human genomes. After all, there were some tamers who already looked like they could pass as pokéboys. Blood gifts and curses continued to mount, and she was certain some groups were worried that civilization itself might be gone.
Sure, they couldn't predict such things for the moment, but one only needed to look at recent events. Some things were happening, such as that one pokékit that the tamer; Keitaro Urashima, had come to claim. How else would a pokékit evolve into a dominatrix without taming. At best, she couldn't reach that until after she went through threshold.
If not for genetic reasons, than obviously rouges like Team Trauma were playing with DNA itself.
Either way, it did not bode well for their world.
In the end, that left two choices: either you let civilization fall until all humanity was gone and only pokéboys and pokégirls remained, or you found a way to begin to undo what Sukebe did to the entire female population, which would lead to females revolting against the males, and a gender way for freedom.
The latter would come to pass, unless humanity learned not to see pokégirls as merely sex objects and weapons.
Equals. Ranma was going to teach tamers to see pokégirls as...equals.
"And you called that heavy?"
Once again, she looked up, seeing the stares of disbelief and anger coming from the construction pokégirls at Akane's antics.
"Oh my, Akane seems to have gotten quite cocky, hasn't she?"
Nabiki smirked and turned to her sister. "Split sword; she's giving free proof at how effect Ranma's methods are, yet she's also alienating a possible source of clientele. Maybe we'd better call her in."
Kasumi nodded. "What about the others Master returned with yesterday?"
Nabiki sighed. "They all signed up, including Kodachi."
While Nabiki knew she was seriously loosing taming time, she hoped that Kodachi's inclusion in the new harem Ranma seemed to be collecting—without having to pokébattle for them—would help heal the Domina.
Kodachi had unfortunately been severely abused by Sextome before he handed her over to her own brother. It seemed that the bastard had wanted to see if he could truly break such a pokégirl.
They succeeded.
Nabiki had found the girl, just staring at Ranma as he slept, the bed full with the pokékits of Hotaru, LingLing, and LungLung.
Flashback...
"He isn't Sextome," said Nabiki, walking behind the Domina.
Kodachi turned to face her, eyes filled with sadness, hopelessness, fear.
Nabiki sighed. "Look at him, get the feel of him. Does it feel like he's evil, like he will do that sort of stuff to you?"
Kodachi resumed her stare, rubbing a spot on her arm, where even Nabiki could see some scarring, most likely from Sextome's...tamings.
Nabiki sighed. "Kodachi, do you know that in his world, all you do is stalk his male form and try and kill his female form. And you know that not once has he ever attacked her, tried to end her life. Do you know why? Because his soul is too kind.
"He's only killed once, and that was to save lives."
Kodachi began to cry, silently.
Nabiki came up to the girl and hugged her. "I don't pretend to know what those bastards did to you, Kodachi. I don't know and I pray I never will.
"But for the moment, you have perhaps the most compassionate and caring tamer currently in the world before you, a mirror opposite of the bastard who hurt you."
She looked, as during their conversation, LingLing had gotten up to use the restroom, and had returned to the bed, slipping behind her sister on Ranma's left, as Hotaru continued to sleep on his chest. This left his right side open.
Nabiki gently pulled Kodachi towards that opening, laying the nervous and fearful girl beside Ranma, before slipping next to her, and hugging the girl, as Ranma's arm enveloped them.
"He won't ever hurt you, Kodachi. He'll never beat you in anger, never strike you in taming, and never stop trying to protect you.
"The question is, do you want that?"
Nabiki stayed quiet for a moment, hugging the tense girl, until she felt the tension in Kodachi begin to lessen.
"Ranma-sama." Came the whispered words, the first words anyone had heard from the Domina since she had arrived.
Nabiki blinked, as Kodachi slumped into unconscious.
"Don't worry, Kodachi, you'll never be alone again," whispered Nabiki, as she too fell asleep.
Nabiki shook her head. "If anyone can help her, it's Ranma."
Kasumi nodded. "So, who's left?"
Nabiki sighed. "Well, only the Senshi and Kiima, minus Hotaru." Nabiki began to giggle. "I think the little kit is excited that she has a tamer who has an affinity for cat-types."
Kasumi nodded as Akane finally saw her, and trudged over, having seen the look of disappointment on the Milktit's face.
"Have you made a schedule?" asked Kasumi as Akane came closer. It had been no secret that Nabiki had become the unofficial Alpha, since she was undoubtedly the smartest of their little group so far.
Nabiki smiled. "Yeah, included all the girls, even if they hadn't said yes yet." She held up the tablet for Kasumi to see. "I'll miss the constant taming."
"So will I," murmured Kasumi.
"Man, I loved that workout!" yelled Akane. By nature, pokégirls in her breed line tended to put more energy into showing off strength than taming. So while she might not be too put off at the fact she wasn't receiving taming on a daily basis, she would still seek time with Ranma if for nothing more than sparring sessions.
"Akane," said Kasumi, "it's not nice to show off like that. You'll hurt their feelings."
Akane snorted. "Not my fault their tamer isn't as good as Master."
Of course, Nabiki and Kasumi expected that reaction from Akane. The girl had always prided herself on being better than others, so of course she would now pride herself on also having one of—if not the—best tamer available. As of right now, Akane would almost outmatch any pokégirl of her breed-type with strength and skill.
Sadly, Nabiki had to admit that she too was feeling like rubbing it in people's faces.
But...that was what the school was for.
"And he smelled so nice, and when I slept on him, he was so warm, and he always lets me ride on his shoulders, and..." Soon, Hotaru was hugging herself, purring, and rotating her upper body from side-to-side.
The other Senshi simply stared. Not only had their adopted daughter grown up and picked a tamer without them, she was making Ranma sound...perfect.
"I say we take him and get tamed!" shouted Minako, pumping her fist into the air.
"That is what you always say," said Ami, rubbing her temples. "You and Rei only think below the belt."
"So do a lot of tamers," said Rei. "Of course, this is a guy I definitely want to see if I can find a limit for."
Usagi just continued to eat her salad. "But he's too cute to be a bad tamer, Ami. You've seen him with his shirt off."
"Yes," said Haruka, "she's got a great chest, great build..."
Michiru sighed as her lover once again gained a blank look from daydreaming about Ranma's female form. It wasn't that Michiru had anything against such activities. Hell, her and Haruka had been known to enjoy a lot of pokégirls in their days. And Michiru had to admit, that if any guy could possibly earn a Psi-dyke's trust for...that...it would be a guy who could become a girl.
She shook her head, thinking once again too far into the future. She had never decided against the idea of having kits of her own one day; something that would prove near impossible given what Team Trauma had turned her into.
And she highly doubted that Ranma would ever force his male form on her.
That was something Sextome never had a problem with. The bastard delighted in breaking pokégirls from any preprogrammed behavior. She had heard from the other agents about what he had done to a Domina, simply because he hated her laugh.
Him and Mamoru sure as hell enjoyed taming lesbian pokégirls.
"I think the real question is," said Michiru, forcing herself off remembering her old life once again, since even now, the taste was still vile, "is whether or not we trust him."
The girls all looked at one another.
Setsuna sighed. "Listen, we know how strong he is, and we've all seen him train that Milktit to do a roll-out attack through solid rock five meters thick. We know he's capable."
"Definitely capable," grinned Rei.
"Capable like a god," smiled Minako, both remembering the videos of his taming sessions with the three Tendo sisters.
Makoto nodded. "I say we go for it. After all, maybe he's the one."
"Oh god," said Rei, "not this sempai shit again."
Makoto snorted. "Not that, I know he's not my sempai...well, I hope not, because that would mean I've been fawning over Sextome all this time." The Peekabu shivered. "I mean, we all know there is something coming. Maybe he's the one who makes it all right."
"You mean the Megami prophecies?" asked Setsuna.
Makoto shrugged. "We know Team Trauma puts some belief in them, so maybe there's something to them."
"Right," said Minako, "and once upon a time, we all were magical princesses living on the moon."
In Ranma Saotome's home reality, the Sailor Senshi sneezed, which allowed them to duck an attack that fried a certain tuxedo-clad warrior in a tree.
Hey, if you're going to be a fighter, don't sit in the stands.
Urd sighed as she watched Keiichi start packing for the trip to the Tendo Ranch. This time, however, it was to move in to their dorms and begin courses under the newest Sensei: Ranma Saotome.
"He's quite excited, isn't he?" asked Hild, popping up beside her daughter.
"Why the hell did you show him that flyer?" asked Urd. "Now he'll try and be a normal tamer."
Hild shrugged. "I think Sextome's capture of us proved he needed to be better."
"That's another thing, Mom," she growled out. "Why didn't you stop that?"
"And reveal that I'm not a failed clone of a Legendary, but the real thing?" she asked in fake shock. "Please dear, give me some credit.
"Seriously, though, our tamer needs to get better. Something's coming, something big, and if he's not ready, we will lose him."
Urd paled. "What's coming?"
"Something that has most of the Legendaries worried."
Urd shuddered. If something was worrying pokégirls who had leveled good portions of this planet, then she knew they were in trouble. "Then why haven't they eliminated it?"
"All we have is a feeling, daughter. We have no idea where this feeling is coming from or how bad it truly may be, we just...know...it won't end well."
Urd nodded. "Tell me, are the Legendaries responsible for Saotome being here?"
Hild giggled. "It's much more likely the will of the universe sent him here." Truthfully, she wasn't aware of any fellow Legendary pokégirls like her who had such power. If there were, they never came across her path where she could sense them.
Urd snorted. "Yeah, some Ultimate Force is allowing all this to happen."
Hild giggled. "Now that...is a secret."
Urd began cursing as her mother disappeared once again. "Really, you think that woman wouldn't be so damn annoying."
"A little help here, old hag!"
Cursing once again, she turned to see her sister, Skuld, trying to move a big crate. "Oh, for the love of... You're still trying to get that damn thing to work?"
Skuld snorted. "You'll see, one day I'll get Bampei-kun to work."
Urd just smiled. "Well you do need something to do while we're all getting tamed."
She was not prepared to see the smile still growing on Skuld's face. "Oh no."
Skuld nodded. "I just began threshold this morning. Prepare to lose your spot on the list, old hag!"
And thus, things broke down once again between the two sisters.
Peorth and Mara sighed as they drank their tea. "They're at it again," said Mara.
Peorth just nodded. "Wish they'd just do him together and get it over with."
Mara just chuckled. "Right, like Kei-kun'd survive that."
"Mr. Saotome, might I speak with you...in private?"
Ranma looked up from helping Hotaru with a kata to see Kiima before him, looking somewhat nervous. He had an idea what she might have wanted, and he knew she wasn't very comfortable around him, let alone the girls she herself had helped in catching.
He nodded, before turning to the Kitten. "Keep practicing what I showed you, Hotaru. When I get back, we'll work on your endurance."
"Okay, Master," she nodded, as she went to work. She wanted to be in the best shape when her threshold happened, and he was just so...yummy.
As she went back to the kata—now purring up a storm that would have sent Pre-Pokéworld Ranma running faster than human-Nabiki to free money or Happosai to a lacy bra covered Ranma-chan—Ranma and Kiima walked into the forests of the Tendo Ranch.
They walked silently for a few minutes, Ranma letting the Phoenix girl decide when she wanted to talk. He knew she wasn't entirely comfortable yet to discuss things, and far be it for him to push her farther than she was willing to go.
Finally, after walking for twenty minutes, Kiima stopped him, before turning to face him. "Listen, I...I'm not used to talking like this. I sure as hell know I can't be your Alpha, and to be honest, I'm pretty certain none of the other girls would be comfortable with it."
Ranma had to agree. For the other girls, it would just add more to the trouble they had distinguishing him from Sextome.
"So, I am asking, do you want me as a pokégirl?"
Ranma looked at her for a moment. "Does this mean you want to stay with me?"
Kiima sank into herself for a bit. "I...I don't know. I know I had a lot of time to think about it, since someone forgot to ball me and put me through a healing cycle."
Ranma shivered a bit. To him, it didn't seem right to do that to the girls, even if they did heal. It was only later he learned from Mihoff that they could disable any of the mental programming in the system.
Still didn't mean he liked it.
"Anyway, I had a lot of time to think about things. To be honest, I'm not really certain if staying with you is right or not. But until I do decide, I'll...give it a try."
Ranma smiled. "Welcome aboard, Kiima." He extended his hand. After all, he always tried to be friends with his enemies after a fight, and he saw no need to hate this Kiima. The one in his world had tried to drown Akane.
This one was used and abused. He wouldn't try and hold things what one analog did against another.
His hand was met as the Phoenix darted forward and captured his lips, her wings wrapping protectively around him.
Ranma's eyes darted open as she deepened the kiss, before the anxiety began to fall away. So far, his girls had made great strides in breaking him of the conditioning the Fiancée Brigade had given him regarding females and any sort of affection.
Soon, his arms were encircling her. He wasn't certain why she was being this forward with him. After all, while he understood pokégirl biology to the point of why they needed taming, he still couldn't grasp the idea they did it without an emotional connection to the person.
After all, Nabiki was connected in a way to his neko-side, the Tendos already saw him as family in a way. The analogs of his fiancées...
But as they broke the kiss, and Kiima buried her head into his shoulder, he sighed. No matter the world or how many books he read, he was certain that he'd never understand the female mind...even if he was one half the time.
Kiima just smiled, trying to stuff her tears away. She could feel the caring and compassion literally rolling off this male. He was so different, almost a mirror opposite of Sextome.
With him, she knew she'd never be tossed away, treated as trash. If he said he loved her, then she knew for certain that he truly did.
He was a safe bet, a heart that would cherish her own.
He was what she thought she had in Sextome.
So, they stayed there, holding it other; her arms wrapped around him, her wings over them, and his hands rubbing the small of her back.
"Kiima," he said, "I won't disappoint you, or break the trust you've placed in me."
She giggled a bit, something she hadn't done in as long as she could remember. So this was how he won the others over: he's like a flame to a moth...my flame.
She moved back a bit, still staying in the embrace, a look on her face reminding Ranma of when Nabiki needed to "talk".
Of course, a pink-haired blur tackled the both of them, ending the moment; much to Kiima's irritation.
Tenchi sat in the train, his pokégirls all in their balls, as he headed back towards the Tendo Ranch.
Right now, he was petting the gift from his Grandfather Masaki from the Shrine Gym, where he had been studying to take over if his grandfather ever decided to retire.
He had no idea where his grandfather had managed to get a Cabbit pokékit. Truthfully, he wasn't certain he wanted to know.
Pulling out yet another carrot from his pack, he waved it in front of Ryo-Ohki's nose, causing the girl to snap awake and start to feast upon it.
Smiling, he continued to pet the girl's head. She was adorable, and the other members of his team had already accepted her.
In truth, when she did the fabled "Puppy Dog Eyes" attack on him, he accepted her as well.
Had she kept it up another ten seconds, he would have promised to make her his alpha; despite the fact he couldn't understand a thing she said except a weird meow-like sound she made.
Sighing, he resumed petting the girl. He had no idea why his grandfather was so insistent on getting him a harem. Tenchi barely had time for the girls he did have. Why the hell would he want more?
Must be something about being a gym leader that gives you more free time for your pokégirls. I swear, how much free time does he think I have?
Tenchi was still hoping to get into University. While he didn't mind the idea of being a gym leader, he sure as hell did not want it to be the only possibility for his future. After all, you never knew in this day or age if a new bug or virus might pop up and end your taming career.
And then where would he be?
Sighing, he looked down to see the worried eyes of his newest member. "Don't worry, Ryo-Ohki, I'm just lost a bit in thought. I promise you aren't causing me any problems."
The Cabbit girl "myah-ed" in happiness before glomping onto him.
Sighing once again, he began petting the girl. Well, I promised her, and I always keep my promises.
"Um...hello," Ranma said as he looked at the pink-haired girl clinging to him, obviously out of breath.
Kiima stood back up, helping him up, seeing as how it looked like the pokékit—a Drow Zee, if she would have to guess—was not likely to let go.
What really caught her attention was that said girl looked exhausted and injured.
Ranma stiffened, grabbing Kiima, and jumping high, as a ball of dark energy slammed into the ground they had been standing on.
"Damn, missed again," said a black clad figure with long pink hair done in twin ponytails.
Ranma growled, handing the kit to Kiima. "Protect her; I'll take down the bitch."
Kiima had heard enough from Nabiki's warnings of the neko-personality to stand back. Being an avian-type, she didn't want to see if he would see her as a mate or dinner quite yet.
"So," growled Ranma, "what's your problem? Did daddy not buy you the car you wanted, little girl?"
The girl growled as well. "My name is Usa, asshole, and I'm a Dark Lady."
Ranma smirked. "You don't look too tan to me."
The pink haired girl screamed, before lancing her arms at him. "Eat some Power Bolts!"
As the bolts of energy headed to Ranma, he just smiled. He knew if he moved, they might endanger Kiima and the little kit that was hoping to get protection from him.
His hands launched out, slapping the bolts away, much to the surprise of the pokégirl.
"W-w-w-w-what are you?" she asked, her hands glowing for another barrage.
"I'm Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts," came his usual cocky reply, "and I'm also the one who's going to punish you for picking on defenseless kits."
Usa snorted. "What I choose to do with that bitch sister of mine is none of your concern."
Ranma smirked again. "Well, you're both too cute to be fighting, so I'll just have to stop you before you get too injured."
Usa blushed a bit, but shook her head. This...male...was an obstacle to killing the little bitch. She hadn't tracked that small slut this far to get stopped by some wannabe trainer with delusions of grandeur. "Listen you little—"
Her retort was cut off as Ranma seemed to teleport before her, punching her in the gut, knocking the wind from her.
Thinking fast, she teleported into the trees, hoping to lose him.
While she gained her breath, she tried to figure out how he had moved like that; what sort of blood gifts could allow a mere human to cross that distance in such a small amount of time?
Her musings were cut short as the branch was broken by an energy blast, nearly taking her foot with it. Teleporting back to the ground, she spun around, ready to unleash another barrage of Power Bolts, when she received a fist across the jaw, sending her into a tree...literally.
Kiima was stunned, as was the girl in her arms. When Nabiki had informed her how dangerous Ranma was in his neko-mode—which seemed to only come out if those he cared about were in danger—she had thought the Cheshire was merely exaggerating. By the Legendaries, he might actually kill her for threatening us!
Usa tried to stand back up, but the forest wouldn't stay still. She was relatively certain the guy wasn't really a fighting type pokégirl, but that hit damn near broke her jaw. Her chest still hurt from the original punch.
And in truth...she was never more turned on. Dark Ladies in general were attracted by those with raw power and the will to use it.
This Ranma was certainly willing to use it: overwhelming power, viciously, without mercy, without restraint.
Why? He did it to save weak and worthless pokégirls.
Usa spat at his reasons.
She felt a need to tame him for his methods.
Ranma smirked as he grabbed the threat to his friends by the throat, lifting her up, until her feet no longer touched the ground, causing said girl to latch onto his wrist, trying to keep from choking.
Ranma just growled.
"Please...stop."
Ranma's eyes snapped open, turning to face the voice, the voice of the little girl who had ran across him.
Kiima looked down at her. "Why? She will kill you if we let her go. She acts feral, caring for nothing but her own need to eliminate you. Why should my Master spare her?"
"My name...is Chibi-Usa. She...she is family. I can't let her die; no matter what she's done to me."
Seeing the little pink haired kit crying, Ranma slowly began to lose his rage. Turning back to the girl in his hand, he stared at her. "I grow tired of you," he said, before tossing her onto the ground, listening as she coughed, trying to get air desperately into her lungs.
Usa looked up at him. He had beaten her...easily. He was willing to kill her, if not for her worthless sister's pleas.
He was perfect.
She struggled to stand up, causing him to look at her again, those eyes so filled with malice, calm intent to kill.
Finally making her way to her feet, she walked to him, barely getting close enough to do what she wanted; no, needed to do.
Finally in position, she fell to her knees. "I proclaim you my Master, Ranma Saotome."
With those words out, she fell onto her face, unconscious.
The feral nature in Ranma's eyes disappeared without a trace in mere moments, blinking as what the Dark Lady had said reached his ears. Blinking, he looked at her. "Um..."
His thoughts were interrupted by the wild laughter of Kiima. Turning to her, the Phoenix spoke. "Only to you, Saotome. Only to you, could you pick up pokégirls without actually having a pokébattle. I do hope you know what to do to tame a Dark Lady."
Ranma paled. Oh no, not another one!
Mamoru knew as soon as the lights outside his cell died, that they had arrived. He had no idea who Trauma would send, but they'd be in all likelihood some of the most vicious members of the team; most likely a group of elite Hunter-gathers; a term used for members trained to...acquire...wayward members back for the group.
He tried to be as small a target as possible. He maneuvered himself so that if they wanted him, they'd have to come inside the cell to get him.
He had had months to prepare for this, putting his time to better use than stewing about Sextome's betrayal of him. He knew where everything was inside his cell, set things up so that no matter who came through the door, he'd always be at the advantage.
In his hand was nothing more than a stuffed sock. In their section of the prison, the guards checked for everything, so you made a weapon if you could that would not be seen as a weapon.
And the stuffed sock was perfect. It wasn't a lethal weapon, but it was more than enough to bat away an illegal tech pokéball. After all, if those things touched you, say goodbye to that little Y-chromosome.
So he listened, as cries began to come out from cells down the hall, as men cried out for mercy, to not be turned, to be spared.
But HG teams wouldn't respond. They had one mission, and they never left someone behind.
But he was no fool. He wouldn't bother pleading for his life, his humanity, his manhood.
No, that was like slicing yourself open before a shark. It made their job that much easier. Because then you'd be standing near the bars, or standing on the floor, or poorly hiding as the fear made you release your bladder.
So he lay there, taking some satisfaction at the fact that the very people who spurned him, tried to get him to make himself a target, tried to use him, were used themselves. Gripping his weapon tighter, he prepared as the screams came closer.
He didn't know if someone would get them before him. For all he knew, they would recover the Terrible Trio and Sextome and not ball them.
He had no such delusions for himself, and suspected that perhaps one of those four did. They always had thought themselves above such recriminations, since Sextome's father was the right-hand man of their leader.
Feh, like such familiarities worked in their business. In it, you were either a shark or a guppy, and family meant nothing.
Hearing his cell door open, he guessed that they had acquired the electronic keys, since the cells had individual power supplies independent of the main grid, so as to keep them all locked inside if power ever failed.
Sensing the person near, Mamoru threw the blanket out towards them, whirling his weapon around, and trusted his fate to luck.
He would not go down without a fight.
He was Mamoru Chiba: Prince of Pokégirls.