by Xisle555
"Master, will I get tamed as well?" The tentacled girl asked.
"Just hold her steady and you will." Gary said. Jack and John already had their pants off and John was reaching for that lovely bit of silk that surrounded Nabiki's loins when a black blur barreled into Gary from the side, knocking him into John and to the ground.
The shadowcat grappled with Gary finally reaching his storage belt and activating her ball being sucked inside. "What the hell was that about?"
"Dat caat looked scaared sheetless, mahn." Jack pulled his pants back up. "Wh'ever she seen muss be preety bahd."
From out of the trees stepped the boy with the pigtail that Gary had sent the shadowcat after. He was crouched on all fours and looked at them curiously.
"Octopussy." Gary ordered.
The octopus-girl unwrapped herself from Nabiki and placed herself at Gary's side. "H-he's gone feral," she said, unnerved by the look in the pigtailed boy's bright blue eyes.
Nabiki really didn't know what kind of relationship she would have with Neko-Ranma, but hoped that some reflexes were too ingrained in the martial artist to ever change, including helping those in need. She chose that moment to try and run, but John snagged a handful of hair and yanked her to her knees, "Yu ain't goin' nowhere, bitch." Ranma sprang forward with a cat-like roar.
"Wave-wall!" Gary shouted. The Octopussy bowed low as her eyes glowed, a wall of water shot out of the ground as Neko-Ranma immediately clawed his way through it. Even as he cut the wall into water shavings, he was unable to avoid the spray and landed in a heap transformed into a girl.
"What's going on?" Ranma-chan sat up, confused.
"Ranma." Nabiki whimpered to get the martial artist's attention. Ranma-chan saw the guy holding Nabiki with one hand in her hair, the other twisting her arm behind her back as she was nearly unclothed. The next instant the red-haired girl was by Nabiki's side holding her safely as her assailant was blasted backwards with a powerful side-kick.
"John." Jack said in worried amazement.
"Oh, I got to have this one." Gary said and threw a pokéball at the short, busty redhead.
Without looking, Ranma caught it in one hand and looked at the black and red striped sphere. "What's this?"
Nabiki panicked, "No, don't let it..." She was too late, the ball released a red light which sucked Ranma-chan inside and fell to the ground. "...open." The ball shook a few moments and a few moments more as everyone watched it intently, then went silent with a ping.
Nabiki looked at the boys who looked back at her. On some unspoken queue they all sprung into action, Nabiki attempting to run away, the boys running after her. Jack tackled her from behind and Gary grabbed her arms trying to pin her down. He grabbed Nabiki's bra and tore it from her body, the same with her panties as Nabiki screamed and fought as best she could
The pokéball left behind started to shudder and shake and broke open with a sound of rushing fire. "I BOW TO NOBODY!" the redhead roared for the entire forest to hear. The three conscious teens looked back in shock, still female, Ranma's hair hand grown into a mane that trailed down her back and ended in her long serpentine tail, two horns rose from her hairline which swept back along her head to turn up and the very ends. Most terrifying wasn't the fact that her eyes were slitted like a cat, but that she had wings, not feathery like a bird or reptilian like a dragon, but made of pure fire and she hovered in mid air, fighting off the final effects of the pokéball.
"Wha' da hell ees dat?" Jack asked.
"I don't know." Nabiki forgotten he took out his pokédeck and pointed it at Ranma.
"Pokégirl does not match any known type of pokégirl," said the mechanical voice. "Proceed with caution."
Ranma looked at the noise and saw the two boys studying her as Nabiki lay on the ground naked and shaking. The two boys were blown off their feet by the wind as Ranma passed between them and scooped up Nabiki.
"I think we're in deep shit." Gary noted.
"Yah, wee be leevin now."
Both boys ran back to the edge of the woods where John lay unconscious grabbing their belongings on the way. Ranma bore down on the apparent leader like a bird of prey. He made sure the boy could feel the heat of this presence closing in on him but had to swerve aside just before reaching the boy to avoid a stream of water fired at him.
"Master, you must escape quickly." The Octopussy fired another water gun attack at Ranma who was forced to dodge again. Ranma closed on the creature-girl with a quickness that surprised her. Her soft body took the blow as she flew back, barely hanging on to consciousness. She prayed she had bought her master enough time.
"Octopussy, return." Gary shouted.
"A-bra, I screw yew. Teleport." Jack released his pokégirl and they and their unconscious friend disappeared.
"Nabiki, you okay?" Ranma ran up to the fallen girl.
Nabiki scooted back a bit. Despite the fact Ranma was in his female form she was still a bit jumpy after nearly being raped. Add that the fact Ranma looked completely different now with the added horns, tail and scaly trimmings. It was like something out of one of her hentai mangas back in her room, wherever that was at the moment.
"Um, yeah," she said with a bit of hesitation, "You?"
Ranma's concerned look turned to one of anger, "They got away," she growled, "and I'm a girl in the middle of the woods without any way to heat any water."
Nabiki was relieved that Ranma seemed to be back to his normal self, well, if you don't consider the way she looks. Nabiki's mind finally took stock that Ranma was as naked as she was. Ranma seemed to come to the same conclusion as she spun in place to face away from Nabiki.
"Um... w-where's Akane and Kasumi?"
"Shit!" Nabiki got up and ran over to where she had stashed the balls her sisters had been sucked into. They were right where she had put them, for which she was thankful, but she had no idea on how to get them out. She turned them over and saw the hinge on which they should open and a button that made them grow and shrink in her hand, but they still refused to open. "Ranma, quit standing there and find me something to wear, for crying out loud."
"Right." Ranma ran quickly to do something other than stand stock still looking embarrassed. She located a discarded shirt one of the assailants had left behind. "Um, here," she said draping it over Nabiki's head and turning her back to Nabiki again. "It was the only thing I could find."
It was a plaid, flannel long sleeve shirt, ugly as sin, but did wonders for Nabiki in cooling afternoon. She gave up looking at the balls and put them into one of the shirt pockets. Nabiki gazed over at Ranma, noting the mane and tail now sticking out of the girl's shapely backside. "Ranma, have you even noticed, yet, that you are not quite yourself?"
"The fact that I'm a girl and I don't remember why? Yeah, I kinda did." She said with a sarcastic inflection.
"Uh-huh, and what about the horns? Or the tail?"
"What are you talking about? I don't... Oh hell, I have horns!? And a TAIL!" Ranma started doing a frantic dance to try and pull the tail and horns out or run away from them.
Nabiki suppressed the urge to laugh at the red haired girl pulling herself in a backwards circle by her own tail, "I think those guys did that to you somehow when you got sucked into that ball. Do you remember anything about it?"
Ranma managed to get some grip on reality after bruising her own tail, "Ball? No, I don't remember, just a red flash and then they had you pinned to the ground about to..."
"I KNOW!" Nabiki snapped, she really didn't want to over-analyze that particular point. "I need to know if you remember anything because Akane and Kasumi got hit by the same types of balls, but they haven't come out yet."
"What?" Ranma sat on the ground where she was and closed her eyes, "Hmmm, no, I can't remember a thing."
"Figures," Nabiki sniffed. "Well, we'll just have to find someone who can help us. Any idea on how to find the nearest town?"
"Naturally. I did spend most of my life on the road, you know."
"As a matter of fact, I'm count on it. Now which way?"
Ranma looked around and stepped up to the tallest tree she could see and jumped. A moment later she landed on the ground in a disgraceful and painful looking heap.
"Ranma, what happened?"
Ranma spit some dirt out of her mouth, "I over shot," she said with some degree of disbelief, "This new body must be stronger than I'm used to." She pulled herself up and jumped again, this time landing at the top of the tree, she looked around but didn't see much. She looked over to the clearing where she first arrived and didn't see any sign of the girl she had landed on. Just as well, if that girl was able to revive herself and get to safety, she should be all right.
Ranma let go and landed in front of Nabiki, "Nothing. But those guys did come from that direction, so maybe if we head that way."
Nabiki wanted to argue that they may be heading directly towards where ever those guys had disappeared to but didn't see much of an option to the contrary. "Lead on."
They had been lucky to find several wild fruit tree groves where many fruit eaters came to take their share. Most seemed to be a cross between girls and animals, birds, or even insects; it took a moment for Nabiki to recognize the ones that looked like fairies were actually crossed with butterflies. All of them were cute, if you didn't mind the feathers, wings or multifaceted eyes, and butt-naked. Some tried to challenge or scare off Nabiki, at least until Ranma showed up. The mere presence of this dragon-girl was enough to keep them all at bay so they could eat in peace.
"You notice there are no men around here?" Nabiki asked while they were resting.
"Ranma didn't notice."
"What?" Nabiki wasn't sure she had heard correctly.
"I said I didn't notice. But you're right, it does look like a slice of paradise the old freak would be comfortable in."
"And you? You haven't complained too much about being naked."
"Who's here to see me? Besides you, of course, but Nabiki doesn't have your camera with you, so there."
Nabiki shook her head, "You feeling ok, Ranma?"
"Yeah, never better. Why?"
"No, no reason. Just worried if you get cold or something." She lied of course.
"Nope, it doesn't seem to bother me."
It was becoming obvious, Ranma's intelligence was slipping.
Nabiki's lover was had just pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side. His packed abs and tight shoulders rippled as he leaned over her naked form and licked her nose playfully. She reached up to stroke his muscular chest and he licked her face again, from chin to forehead. "Time to wake up," he announced.
"Wha…?"
The tongue liked her face again, leaving a slimy trail behind, "Time for Nabiki to wake up."
"Gah! Ranma, get away! Yuck!" Nabiki sat up flailing, wiping the saliva from her face. Ranma merely smiled as she bounded back into the forest. Nabiki had been increasingly worried about the cursed boy turned girl turned half-dragon; his intelligence seemed to be slipping and he didn't even seem to notice. Nabiki had been forced to play on Ranma hopefully natural protective instincts and played the part of the "helpless maiden" in order to make Ranma sleep next to her at night. She hoped to create some sort of bond with the dragon-girl since she didn't know how much longer Ranma's sense of duty would hold the two together. She definitely didn't want to be separated from him in this strange forest filled with monster-women.
A couple of fruits landed directly in front of her and she looked up to see the female Ranma-dragon in the tree grinning at her. "Nabiki eat, be happy."
"Nabiki sat and picked up some of the fruit and brushed some dirt off before biting in. "I don't see what there is to be happy about. It's been two days and we still haven't seen any sign of a road or town or anything."
"Then Nabiki smile 'cause Ranma did."
"You did? What did you see?"
Ranma opened his mouth then seemed to get stuck on what to say, "Umm, tall, tall stick thing, made of metal, with lights that blink."
Nabiki finished another bite before deciphering what was described, "A radio tower?"
"Yes, that is. Nabiki smile now, ok?"
"It might be a relay tower but even so it has to have a service road. Good job, Ranma, when did you see it?"
"Last night when Ranma go look around…" She stopped and cringed.
"You left me alone?" Nabiki asked coldly.
Ranma flinched as though slapped, "Nabiki not alone. Ranma keep Nabiki safe."
"How am I safe if you're wandering around like that? Any one of those monster-women could have come by and attacked me."
Ranma was even sadder, "Monster-women like Ranma?"
"That's not what I meant. Ranma, please listen." She put her hand on the red head's shoulder and turned the girl towards her. She looked so cute and vulnerable like this, but Nabiki still cursed the boys who forced this changed on the martial artist and her sisters. "Ranma, I'm a city girl, I'm not used to this. I need you to be there for me. I do trust you, Ranma. It's just this forest that I don't trust. Do you understand?"
"Trust Ranma keep Nabiki safe," she said with a little more fire in her eyes.
"Yes, and it makes me scared when you run off like that."
"Okay, Ranma be more careful," she said with a smile.
"Now, let's go find that tower." As the naked dragon-girl martial artist led the way, Nabiki tried to keep the worry from her face. They would have to find something soon, or Ranma may not be with her for very much longer, at least not the Ranma she knew.
"Ah, civilization at last!" Nabiki stretched her arms above her head in anticipation of a bath and water that didn't have fish swimming in it or a bed that didn't invite every bug in the entire damn forest. Ranma was off to the right and didn't seem to really care where they were. The radio tower was, in fact on the edge of a fair sized town, but to Nabiki, it may as well have been the golden city of El Dorado.
As they walked into town, she began to worry that she didn't have any money with her, as well as her and Ranma's state of undress. She had ripped the shirt she had on lengthwise so she could tie it in front for a bra and a makeshift loincloth. Even so, no one really seemed to notice since other women were in the same sort of undress as she and Ranma. Some did wear clothing that ranged from lace to push-up bras with bare nipples to dangerous looking leather outfits. All of them seemed to maximize the woman's sex appeal, though she didn't try to wonder too hard on how the sailor-fuku never seemed to go completely out of style.
In addition, the women were of a much wider variety than those she had seen in the forest. Most were more human or at least humanoid by comparison, but the fact they still had some variation to them did make Nabiki wonder. In contrast were the men, they too seemed to try and maximize sex appeal, or ruggedness, but often that wasn't the case as scrawny, pimple scarred men walked with beautiful, over-endowed mega-women. It was the site of one of these ugly guys leading a barely-dressed-to-impress woman down the street on a leash that forced Nabiki to evaluate the roles of the two genders. In all cases, the women were subservient, doing the menial labor, or simply ornamental. That certainly clicked with the attitude of the men she encountered on her arrival.
There were some of these strange women walking on their own but they seemed to be running errands rather than out of simple enjoyment. So she and Ranma continued to walk toward the center of town in plain view and unbothered.
There was an open market as she expected but also a spectacle of some sort that had drawn a crowd. She made her way towards the center as she noticed two women fighting it out. One appeared to be a female minotaur, only prettier, the other looked human if you didn't count the extreme amount of muscle she was sporting. Just inside the circle standing opposite of each other were two men shouting instructions to the combatants with enough intensity that you would think they were actually the ones who were fighting. The spectators were both men and women shouting encouragements with equal fervor, though some of the women took pains not to shout over top of the men they were standing next to.
One of the two men inside yelled, "Seismic Toss!" and the muscle woman grabbed the minotauress and leapt into the air. She added the momentum of two somersaults to the suplex as she drove her opponent into the concrete. The crowed roared in approval as they realized the match ended. The losing man ran over to the fallen bovine fighter and cradled her horned head as he spoke words of encouragement to her. He took out a red and white ball and the woman disappeared in a flash of red light as the ball sucked her into it. Nabiki felt a bit of a chill as she remembered her sisters disappearing the exact same way. Ranma simply yawned.
The winning man walked over and shook hands with the looser and said something in the way of good sportsmanship. The looser took out a wad of cash and handed it over, as many of the surrounding male spectators also paid off their side bets. A fairly standard system as far as Nabiki could tell.
The crowd dispersed and casually strayed close to the losing man. She heard him whisper to the closed red and white ball, "Don't worry, we'll get you to the Pokegirl center and get you healed up in no time."
"Come on, Ranma." Nabiki said, but got no response. "Ranma?" She glanced around quickly, annoyed that Ranma would start to wander in a town like this. She easily discovered the dragon-girl draped over a low branch on the edge of dozing off. "Ranma, let's go." Ranma gave her an annoyed look but lazily dropped out of the tree anyway.
Nabiki and Ranma ran to keep the guy who lost the battle in sight. It wasn't long before they followed him into a building with a motif of red and white balls and a sign proclaiming itself the "Pokegirl Center."
They guy they followed had handed his balls over to the pink haired nurse behind the counter as Nabiki walked up. (Nabiki rolls her eyes at the pun just made.) The nurse put the balls on a tray and sent them on a conveyer to a room in back before she turned back to the counter, "Can I help you?"
"I need help and I need to report a crime." At least, she prayed that capturing her sisters and turning Ranma into a monster was considered a crime. "You see, my sisters were caught by these." She displayed the balls that she carried. "And Ranma here is not acting like herself." She indicated the empty spot beside her. Looking around, she saw Ranma start to make a meal of a fern in the lobby.
"Oh, the poor dear looks like she's about to go feral," the nurse said with dismay. "When was the last time she was tamed?"
Nabiki was a bit puzzled by the nurse's terminology. "You see this sort of thing often?"
"Only when the pokegirl is neglected by it's tamer, which is rare, thankfully."
"So, she needs to be 'tamed' then?"
"Oh, yes. A good taming is essential in this situation; otherwise she could go feral and become a danger to everyone. I'd hate to see such a rare breed as her put down. But, do you think you could stop her from destroying my plants?"
This didn't make sense to Nabiki. You tamed things that were wild then train them to perform tricks depending on their intelligence. How did taming give someone back the intelligence they lost? She was obviously missing something. She went over to Ranma and touched her lightly on the shoulder, "Ranma?"
"Mew?" Ranma said through a mouthful of fern fronds.
It was at that moment that something clicked for Nabiki. Feral was when these girls had lost their intelligence. For Ranma, 'feral' would mean being taken over by the cat-fist. A hyper fire-powered, dragon-Ranma in the grips of the cat-fist was not something she would want to unleash on any community. She would have to be "put down." Right, like anything could stop the cat-fist even when Ranma was normal.
Nabiki steeled herself before this animal side of Ranma could sense her fear, "The nurse wants to look at you now."
Ranma stood up from where she was crouching and spit out a mouthful of ferns, "Okay, Nabiki come with?"
The human girl gave a quiet sigh of relief, "Of course, Ranma."
The nurse looked skeptical, "Er, do you think you put her back in her pokeball?"
"She doesn't have one." Nabiki remembered the ball that exploded as Ranma burst his way out. "It broke."
"It is shameful how someone could be as neglectful as this."
Nabiki thought the nurse was expecting somebody to take ownership of Ranma or her, or both. "Listen, could we talk in private? This is part of the crime I mentioned before."
"I think that would be best. Follow me, please." The nurse turned around only to let out a startled, "Oh."
Ranma was standing directly behind her with blue reptilian eyes boring into her own, "Nice lady help Ranma?"
"Yes, little one," the nurse replied in a sincere motherly way, "I will." She led the pair to a plain examination room in back. "Please wait in here."
Ranma hopped up on the examination table and promptly fell asleep. Nabiki looked at the small computer on the desk but found the screensaver was password protected. With nothing else to do, she waited. She hated waiting. After what seemed like an eternity the door opened again to reveal two plain clothed officers as well as the nurse and an older gentleman in a lab coat.
"My name is Detective Ross Silibus, and this is my Jenny, Naomi."
"Call me Armitage," the short amber haired girl said. "This is Professor Mahogany and you already know Nurse Joy. And you are?"
"Nabiki Tendo."
The Professor ignored the introduction and went straight to Ranma, who was still sleeping. "By my stars, you're right, Nurse Joy. A previously unknown Dragon Type Pokegirl. Absolutely remarkable. What is it called, girl?"
"Excuse me, but what are you a professor of, exactly?" Nabiki was a bit put out at being addressed simply as 'girl'.
Nurse Joy answered for him, "I'm surprised you haven't heard of Professor Mahogany, one of the foremost expert in Pokegirl research in the Edo League."
"Right." With the law officials here it was time to lay out the cards. "And a pokegirl is what, exactly?"
Everyone looked at Nabiki as though she had grown a second head.
"Why, my dear. A pokegirl is what you are, as well as what your friend is," the Professor explained, "as well as Nurse Joy and Officer Armitage."
Nabiki gave him a skeptical look, "That doesn't explain anything."
The professor looked slightly offended but Armitage jumped between them, "Wait. You're human, aren't you?"
"Of course I am. What kind of question is that?"
Officer Silibus held out a piece of paper, "That would explain this. A bounty for a human female pokegirl thief."
"A wanted poster? You're going to arrest me?! They were my sisters!"
Armitage jumped between Nabiki and Ross, "You will calm down, right now. It is not a wanted poster, it is a bounty. Outside of the towns, it is extremely difficult to enforce the laws so tamers will usually take care of their own. We thought this bounty looked suspicious since the one's who posted it never reported the theft as a crime."
"Eh?" Professor Mahogany looked up, "You were the one who stole those pokegirls from my grandson?"
Nabiki's glare turned ice cold, "Your grandson, Gary and his friends tried to rape me."
"Don't be ridiculous, you silly girl. Gary is a good boy; he would never do something like that. Dressed like that, you maybe asked him to."
Before Nabiki could jump down the Professor's throat, Nurse Joy spoke up, "Nabiki, what were you saying about your sisters?"
Nabiki forced her anger down. "They were captured," she said, "in here." She held up the two red and black balls. "They were human like me. Ranma was too, but h… she was able to break out of her ball. But it changed her into…" she simply nodded toward the sleeping form of the dragon girl.
Armitage took the balls, "Let's check these out." She went over to the computer and put the balls into the depressions next to it. Nurse Joy took a seat and opened a program as Ross and Armitage looked over her shoulder.
Ross whistled, "Definitely illegal."
"Looks like your standard black market Threshold Ball." Armitage said. "Those bastards."
"This is still no proof that my grandson had anything to do with it." Professor Mahogany protested.
"There should be something more." Nabiki said. "When Ranma broke out it was because it was like something was messing with her mind trying to make her submit."
After a moment of typing Nurse Joy said, "Oh, those poor girls. Officer, there is a Level 2 Programming built into the pokeballs. It's designed to give a bond to the girl captured."
"Bonding without taming? That's efficient. Can you bring up the registry, Nurse Joy?" Ross inquired.
"Certainly. One is registered to John Johnson, a.k.a. 'Da Big Johnson, and the other is Jackson Kinoff. They are friends of your grandson, aren't they, Professor?" she asked in an innocent tone.
The Professor sputtered, "This doesn't prove that my grandson…"
Armitage interrupted him, "The posted the bounty in this town. Did you see them recently, Professor?" Professor Mahogany hesitated, obviously trying to decide how he should answer. "Forcing a human girl into threshold would not look good for one of the leading Pokegirl researchers."
The professor finally relented, "They… They're staying with me, at my lab."
Ross took out his radio, "Dispatch. Send a car to Professor Mahogany's lab. Pick up three trainers for questioning."
Nabiki was grinding her teeth and glaring at the Professor, "Officer Armitage, how many people and the knowledge and equipment to modify a 'Threshold pokeball' with a 'level 2 program' for their favorite grandson?"
"Now wait a minute, missy. If you think you are accusing me…"
"Stop." Armitage stepped up, "Professor, if you please, it would be better if you waited elsewhere." She took Professor Mahogany by the arm and led him out of the room as he grumbled about the disrespect of youngsters.
"You're not going to let him get away with this are you?!" Nabiki nearly screeched.
"It will be looked into, I assure you." Ross said.
"But he…"
"It will be looked into." Ross repeated forcefully. His radio chose that moment to beep at him. "Go ahead," he answered.
"The Professor's place is empty." The voice on the other side said, "If someone was here, it looks like they left recently."
"Roger that, Silibus out." The police officer sighed as he put the radio away and turned back to Nabiki, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. We'll have the bounty taken down and put out an APB." Nabiki was quiet but looked like she could spit nails. "Look, I know how you feel, but right now you have more important matters to consider."
Nurse Joy spoke up, "I can run another level 2 program to erase the bonding that was created as well as transfer your sisters to another pokeball, but we need you to decide what to do with them, not to mention your friend." She indicated Ranma, still asleep.
Nabiki sat back in her bath, luxuriating in the warm water after so long walking through the forest. She contemplated everything that had transpired so far. Her list of "Enemies to Destroy with Extreme Prejudice" was growing. Aside from the ones who sent her and her sisters to this Land that Morality Forgot, there was now Professor Mahogany and his grandson, Gary: pokegirl tamer and attempted rapist. Not to mention his accomplices, John, 'Da Big,' Johnson and Jackson Kinoff.
She really didn't have much hope of going through legal channels to touch these two since the Professor's good name was nearly above such 'unfounded charges'. True, she didn't have any DNA evidence or witnesses (make that 'credible' witnesses), and only her word and 3 day old bruises. As pokegirls, the word of Ranma and her sisters' were questionable at best. But, one day, she would make them pay, one way or another. John and Jack were already had warrants for their arrest for various counts of pokeball modification, but not attempted rape.
But that was for another day.
Right now, she was just trying to cope with all the changes taking place around her and not just the ones in Ranma.
After convincing Detective Silibus and Nurse Joy that she wasn't from this world, Nurse Joy had her moved to this room, a private room with a bath, bed, room service, and all the sex toys you could ever want and then some. But that was just the beginning.
Apparently, travelers from parallel dimensions were extremely rare but not unheard of. She had been given a brief history of the Sukebe Wars and how they shaped the world and politics of today. It was theorized that the magic unleashed during or after the wars weakened the dimensional walls, if you believed in that sort of thing. If someone did find a way to get back to their home dimension, no one ever bothered to come back and tell anyone how it was done. You could say that the travelers adapted to their new world as best they could, but you could also say being stuck in a world built around sex and female slavery bit donkey butt.
Then there was the bad news, not only were her sisters and Ranma were stuck in their new forms as pokegirls but her sisters would also be going through the same type of feral degeneration symptoms that Ranma was experiencing. The only known way to safely prevent this was to have sex with them, or as the locals quaintly put it, "tame them."
What were the alternatives? With the mind altering withdrawal symptoms from not having sex, there were not many choices. Give her sisters over to some stranger or some "parallel universe friend" and let them be turned into a sex slave? She might not have shown it very often, but she truly loved her sisters and would never; make that 'could never' do that to them. So, she agreed to become an official tamer and seduce her sisters and have incestuous sex with them as well as their mutual pain in the butt, Ranma.
Though, she had to admit, the thought was wickedly entertaining.
Not that Ranma was all that bad, but it certainly never seemed like a good idea to tell him that. Truth is he was a good guy to have around; not only could he beat up the bad guys and keep you from harm, but he could look great doing it.
Or 'she' could, for that matter. Nabiki had admitted a long time ago that she had bisexual tendencies, well… to herself at least. Letting anybody else know would jeopardize her business dealings back home. She had planned to indulge in her lesbian fantasies after finishing college and establishing herself in the business world. Well, maybe during college, depending.
Now, however, she was being encouraged to turn those fantasies into hideous reality… with her sisters. Not that they were bad looking but… well, getting used to the idea would take some time, something she really have much of. Ranma would be first, Nabiki had decided, since she was displaying the worse symptoms and that should be easy. The poor girl hadn't even woken up yet.
Poor 'girl' is right. Looks like Jusenkyo got the last laugh and made her permanently female, and the locals had made sure she would be a sex slave to boot. Even with her asleep in the next room, Nabiki had taken a glass of hot water from the tub and dumped it on her. The only thing that happened was it made the dragon-girl roll over. She would not be a happy camper when she woke up, that is if she still had enough intelligence left to register what was going on. And her sisters would be in the same fix.
Why did this have to happen and why wasn't she sharing the same fate as the others. Ranma you could understand, magical things were always happening to him, but to her sisters? Well, not until Ranma showed up, anyway. For a while, she was truly afraid to take a bath after Ranma because she was afraid his curse would contaminate the water with its magic. Thankfully, it never happened.
As she got out of the tub, Nabiki wondered if magic could have decided Ranma's new form. Nurse Joy did say that the Sukebe wars involved magic. Could pokeballs have worked on the magic inside Ranma? If Ranma had been wearing the Dragon Whisker in his braid, it would make sense. Even after it's four thousand year expiration date, there might still be some magic about it, or wearing it for over six months straight might have left some residual magic behind. But what about the fire wings that Ranma flew with on that first day? The phoenix pill; if some of the ingredients in that pill were magical, then why not? Then, what about all the other potions that Ranma had ingested? Perhaps they were more herbal than magical. But what about Jusenkyo, probably the most powerful magical influence in Ranma's life? Well, the curse had been locked before, so why not again.
But even if all of this were true, what form would her sisters take, what magic affected them?
Ranma stirred slightly as she walked into the room. On the desk was a computer and her new pokedex, which was basically her ID and mini-encyclopedia combined. Simply plug it into any computer and she was automatically connected to the internet and it updated her account with the Edo Pokegirl league as well as logged her location and pokegirl registry. Right now, she was supposed to be updating Ranma's data entry since his… no, her species had never been seen before.
She looked over to the redhead's supple form lying on the bed. Her large, firm breasts that stood out from her chest seemed to defy gravity as they swayed ever so slightly with her breathing. Muscle tone covered with a now slightly scaly skin, mostly on the upper side of her arms, legs and back. The long tail twitched slight, the only indication that the girl might be dreaming. The horns that started at her hairline and swept back across her head were shining in the fluorescent lights. Despite her departure from humanity, Ranma was still very beautiful and desirable while female.
The problem is how to approach this. If she woke Ranma up, there's no telling how much intelligence she would have left to understand the current situation. There was the obvious solution, to do what a guy would do in this case and seduce her while she slept. Nabiki smiled wickedly.
Nabiki made sure the door was locked and the room was secure. Despite being an out of the way small town, the modern convenience and security measures were surprising. Most impressive were that despite the bondage and sodomy use of some of the restraining devices around the room, they were mostly there so the tamer would not be harmed by an over-amorous pokegirl; but in case of emergency, a set of robotic manacles would shoot out of the walls to restrain a pokegirl by voice command. Nabiki hoped it would never come to that.
She let her towel drop to the floor and crawled up on the bed. The redhead gave no sign of resistance or acknowledgement to being turned over onto her back. Nabiki cupped the generous breast, manipulating it just so. Ranma moaned in her sleep, raising her chest against the palm. Nabiki leaned forward and attempted to suck on the left nipple while trying to keep that silly grin off her face. Both nipples quickly sprang to attention and hardened under her tongue and fingers, though Ranma continued to sleep.
She kept up the play a bit as she felt a mini orgasm shoot through Ranma's sleeping form. This from playing with her breasts alone, poor girl must have been pretty pent up. It was just like Ranma not to say anything, being as paranoid about sex as he was.
Nabiki moved herself down between Ranma's legs, the pink flesh literally oozing with excitement. She gave a lick to the soft petals which made Ranma's hips buck into the air. Nabiki was forcefully pushed backward as something poked her in the eye.
"Ouch. Dammit."
"Drago?" Ranma said, though her voice was more baritone than before.
Nabiki blinked her sore eye and found her nose to 'nose' with a truly impressive specimen of man-meat. This was no simple penis or prick or even a dick, this was a full blown C-O-C-K, something that needed to be spelled in all caps because porn stars would be envious of this monster. "Whoa! I guess we found where the Jusenkyo curse went to."
"Drag? Goh yin drag, Drag?" Ranma said.
Nabiki tilted her head to look around the one-eyed serpent that was looking back at her. She saw Ranma, male Ranma looking back at her with quite a bit of fear in his eyes.
"Don't be scared, Ranma." She prayed he still had enough intelligence to understand her, even if his vocabulary became suddenly limited. "Believe me. I know what I'm doing." At least she sure hoped she did. She may have never given a blow job before, but there was no time like the present. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to take in the massive meat.
"Yiiiinn!" Ranma screamed as he jumped from the bed and backed away from Nabiki, making warding hand gestures that were very much human.
Nabiki got off the bed and began to walk toward him him, "Ranma, I'm not going to hurt you, just…" Ranma jumped out of the way again as she reached out for him.
"Would you stop running? I'm not going to hurt you, you know."
"Draggo!" Ranma leapt out of her reach again, this time clinging to the ceiling.
"Fine. If you won't come to me, I'll just have to come to you." She grabbed a chair and put it directly under Ranma and stood up on it. This brought her up the perfect height. "Look, I won't even touch you," she said, "with my hands."
Standing on her tiptoes, she took the tip of Ranma's dangling cock into her mouth and tasted his salty precum for the first time.
"Go-oh… Goh yin." Ranma said, the strain evident in his voice.
Nabiki jumped down from the chair just as Ranma came down with a crash. See the poor dragon-boy lying in a naked heap on a broken chair made Nabiki laugh.
"Drag! Drago!" Ranma said sternly.
Nabiki stopped. She had upset him obviously. "Ranma, look, I'm sorry, okay? Really. I've been unfair to you. I need to tell you a few things and explain why I'm acting this way."
"Goh yin drag. Goh-yin." He said in a sarcastic tone.
"Come sit on the bed," Nabiki picked up the towel and wrapped it around her torso before sitting on the bed. Ranma looked more than a little uncomfortable as he tentatively slid onto the edge of the bed.
"Goh yin goh." He said.
"Have you noticed the way you're talking?" Ranma nodded. "Good, well, they say it's going to get worse and the only way to prevent that is to… have sex."
"Drag!"
"I'm not kidding, Ranma. Don't you trust me at all?"
Ranma crossed his arms and his legs and turned his head away from her, "Draggo yin drag."
"Well, my sisters are in the same fix as you. And whether you believe me or not, I'm going to help them the same way I'm trying to help you."
"Drag? Goh yin drag goh?" He asked in astonishment.
"If we can restore their speaking ability and keep you and them from acting like mindless animals, maybe we can figure out some way to restore you guys back to human. Until then this is the way it has to be." She waited for him to respond for a moment then continued, "I can't do this alone, Ranma. I need you with me on this."
Before her eyes, Ranma shifted back to his female form, "Goh?"
"Seriously. There's too much at stake here to play games with you, okay?" Nabiki leaned forward and kissed the dragon-girl on the cheek. Ranma turned towards her and she caught the girl's lips in a kiss before she could speak. Letting her towel fall, she wrapped her arms around the smaller dragon-girl and deepened the kiss. Ranma moaned with desire as she turned to embrace Nabiki without breaking contact.
There was a sudden shift in position as Ranma once again regained his male form. Nabiki laughed, "I think your curse is dependant on how aroused you are, Ranma-kun. C'mon, let's take advantage of this while we can." She slipped through his arms and took his cock into her mouth in one smooth motion. Ranma cooed in appreciation as warm wetness engulfed his rod.
Nabiki wondered at the texture of the skin as she licked his member. It was smooth like snake skin and she could still feel the enormous veins that ran the length of it. Plus there was no longer a head, but a smooth shaft ending in a slight bulb with a hole. All covered in a smooth, warm snakeskin.
"Drag, draggo."
"Yeah, I think you're ready." Nabiki jumped onto her back and spread her legs. The cool air tickled her pussy, making her realize just how wet she was. "C'mon stud. Fuck me."
"Goy yin drag." Ranma protested.
"What? You want me to whisper sweet romantic nothings in your ear?" she asked sarcastically. The hurt look in Ranma's eyes told her she hit the mark with her sarcastic comment. She relented and leaned closer to whisper in his ear, "It's impolite for a gentleman to leave a girl waiting, you know. Now, come over here, lover."
Ranma looked as though he had just decided on the lesser of two evils as he settled himself between her legs. Nabiki forced herself to relax as she felt Ranma's warm tool nudge the lips of her pussy. She was a little too late identifying the evil gleam in Ranma's eye as he slammed his rod home in one thrust.
"Holy fucking hell!" Nabiki screamed. Despite the pain, she refused to squirm away from Ranma. She had read a little on the roll of a tamer and she would be damned if she let him think he had gotten away with something she didn't want. She grit her teeth as he pulled out and slammed home again. She was grateful her flexibility training had removed her hymen a long time ago, other than that, she was a virgin and Ranma was huge. "So, that's the way you want to play it, eh?"
She let Ranma thrust in and out of her, the pain giving way to pleasure. She would feel this for days and Ranma would pay for it, one way or another, most definitely. Nabiki's analytical mind was surprised at just how much pleasure she was receiving by being repeatedly speared with hot, hard meat by a prime draconian stud towering above her. Yes, this was something she could definitely get used to. But that was for later, now it was down to business.
She hooked one leg around the back of Ranma's knee and rolled him onto his back while still maintaining the connection of flesh between them. It was a question of dominance. As a tamer, she would be expected to be the head of the group, unquestioned in all things, exactly the way she liked it. But if she told Saotome that, he would most likely take it as a challenge.
"You just lie back now, and let me take my leave." She kissed passionately but pulled away as he leaned into it. She stroked his hardened chest and tweaked his nipples as she traced each well defined muscle group on his upper body. Rising up on her knees she allowed herself to fall, impaling her womb onto Ranma's leathery shaft. Again and again she repeated this dance. "You really are incredibly handsome, Ranma-kun. Better than I deserve." She bent over him to kiss and lick the small of his neck as she mashed her breasts into his chest. She heard him hiss as he turned his head to expose his neck even more and she knew she hit an erogenous zone with her tongue and teeth.
Now to play on the boy's ego and hopefully complete the bond, "Oh, Ranma. You make me so hot." As close as she was, this wasn't a lie; she just wouldn't be vocal about it. "You feel so good inside me. Do me," she said, grabbing his head and gave him a fierce kiss, pinching his lower lip between her teeth. "Make me feel it, Lover."
Ranma started bucking his hips up in time with her thrusts. Her orgasm caught her by surprise as she felt his hot seed empty into her, "Ooh, so good." For a moment, she felt as though she could see herself riding on top of Ranma like Godiva breaking in a wild horse. This was how Ranma saw her, the connection had been formed.
They both caught their breath as Ranma, much to Nabiki's surprise, didn't look the least bit tired, nor did his hard do anything but continue to point at the ceiling. He just held her because that was what she seemed to want to do, but in his eyes she could see his patience warring with his expectations.