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DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Ranma 1/2 characters. I didn't create the
pokegirl concept, however, I'm using my own take on the idea. Plenty
seems familiar now, but small changes will keep popping up and building
on each other...
Ranma 1/2
Whole New World
Chapter 2 - Taming, It's a Tough Job, But Someone's Got To Do It!
(Or Combat First, Sex Later)
Ranma tried to keep his concentration on his breakfast, doing
his best to ignore the other people at the table. It wasn't that he
didn't like this family, they just unnerved him a little. Soun was
eating quite normally, using chopsticks like Ranma was, but the three
girls...
Kasumi was happily munching on a bowl of fruits and nuts.
Holding a piece of fruit in her paw-like hands, she would take small,
quick nibbles, then chew several times rapidly, before taking another
tiny bite. She also revealed, for the first time, a small pair of buck
teeth that she used to crack open the nuts. She almost reminded him of a
chipmunk.
Nabiki was bent over her meal, alternating between a saucer of
milk and bowl of fishstuffs. That wouldn't be so strange, except she
wasn't using her hands. Instead, she would dip her entire head down to
lap up the milk with her tongue, or snatch a fishroll with her teeth.
Every now and then, though, she'd look up and give him a hungry grin
while licking her lips. Ranma shuddered and tried to ignore that,
however.
Lastly, Akane had a mix of fruits, noodles, and lots of meat,
but compared to her two sisters, Akane's meal was twice as big. And like
Kasumi, Akane was using just her hands to eat, though she was taking
much larger bites, sometimes plopping in whole portions. It reminded
Ranma of the way he and his father tended to eat on the road.
Ranma forced his attention to his own meal, and his thoughts
onto a different, more pressing, subject. If what he had learned from
Nabiki and the rest of the Tendos over the past couple of days was true,
then neither Japan nor China existed anymore. Instead, they were part of
something called the "Indigo League". The year was 2282; meaning he was
nearly 300 years in the future.
Did that guy who opened the magic tunnel transport him through
time? At first, Ranma was tempted to dismiss that idea as ludicrous. But
then again he was cursed to turn into a girl with a splash of cold
water. He absently fingered his pigtail, realizing that perhaps time
travel was possible as well.
If so, everything Ranma knew about the world was vastly
different, if the three girls in front of him were any indication. In
any case, he figured he'd just do what he always did: play it by ear,
and adapt to the situation as necessary. In the meantime, he decided
would have to go looking for that guy that brought him here, then make
him send the pig-tailed martial artist back.
At least, he hoped it was possible to go back.
Akane finished her workout in the dojo and stepped outside. She
had retreated there after breakfast to be away from Ranma, her
conflicting feelings on him distressing her greatly. Part of her wanted
to hate him, but there was another part, the scary pokegirl part of her
that had been defeated by him twice, and now wanted to be tamed. Only
her considerable willpower had kept that impulse in check.
In the backyard, Akane saw Ranma running through a kata. She
recognized it as being from the advanced set of Anything-Goes
techniques, and was curious as to how and why he knew it. Fighting
styles like Anything-Goes were only taught to pokegirls. Almost as if in
a trance, Akane moved over and sat down on the veranda to watch his
graceful moves. He was good, she'd give him that, albeit reluctantly.
Nabiki came up behind her sister. "Oh, by the way, Akane...
Guess what today is?"
The Tomboy pokegirl thought for a second, then the answer came
to her. "Oh no, not again..." She realized she had been distracted by
the Ranma's arrival in the Tendo home, otherwise she would have
remembered.
"Yep, it's Sunday!" Nabiki confirmed with a smile.
Ranma finished his kata, then turned and blinked as Akane's
expression rapidly turned into one he was well-acquainted with: fierce
determination with plenty of anger.
Akane stood slowly and mechanically, while breathing a
frustrated sigh that came out sounding almost like a growl. As she
turned towards the hallway, she muttered darkly, "I hate boys."
Nabiki glanced at the clock, which now read 11:00 am. "And it
should be starting soon, too."
Akane tightened her gi belt as she headed toward the gate. "I
Hate Boys," she grumbled a little louder.
"Uh, what's goin' on?" Ranma asked, confused.
"Oh, just Akane's weekly exercise routine," Kasumi explained as
she began to sweep the veranda. She looked up as her ears twitched. "And
it sounds like they've arrived."
"I. Hate. Boys!"
"Why don't you come and watch?" Nabiki suggested with a smile,
following after her sister.
Ranma shrugged, then trailed after the Kitten pokegirl, but at
a good distance, of course. He made it around to the front yard just in
time to see Akane sprint toward the outer gate. Curious, he leapt to the
top of the outer wall as she passed through, and when he finally saw
what was going on, his eyes widened to size of saucers.
"I. HATE. BOYS!" Akane yelled one final time, then charged into
the waiting onslaught...
Of girls.
"What the-!?" Ranma expected there was going to be some sort of
fight, but nothing, not even what he had seen with the Tendos, could
have prepared him for what he beheld on the other side of the wall.
Akane plowed into the mob, delivering lightning fast punches
and kicks to her opponents, who seemed to come in all types and colors.
Some looked like normal humans, but most were either part furry animal,
similar to Kasumi and Nabiki, while others looked plant-like. There was
even one who reminded him of a fish.
Even though Ranma was surprised by all of this, the back of his
mind catalogued all the moves being used. Most of Akane's opponents
tried to close and attack, but others were shooting off bolts of
electricity? Streams of flame? There was even one who fired off a stream
of water!
What the hell was going on!?
But what really confused Ranma, were the group of boys lined up
on the sidelines, and what they were shouting.
"Yuka, tackle attack! And watch out for that-" *smash* "-
tree..."
"Sayuri, leap and use your flamethrower!"
"Hey watch it, you burned my bunnygirl!"
"Michi, dodge!" *wince* "Nevermind..."
"Eriko, back up and use thundershock!" *Zap!* "Oy, gotta work on
your aim..."
To Ranma's point of view, it seemed as if the boys were telling
the girls how to fight. Not that it mattered much, as Akane ducked and
weaved through the various attacks, letting her opponents hit each
other. The rest fell to one or two calculated strikes.
In less then two minutes, Akane had plowed through nearly three
dozen combatants.
[Whoa, not bad,] Ranma commented to himself, still somewhat
stunned. He continued to stare as the guys brought out balls similar to
the one Kasumi showed him. The small spheres fired off red beams at the
various unconscious girls, which coalesced their forms into the same
shade of red light, then were drawn into the balls.
Nabiki reached over and closed Ranma's open jaw. "Don't worry,
she does this every week."
Ranma collected his scattered wits and finally noticed the
Kitten pokegirl perched on the wall beside him. "Yahhhh!" he commented
before appearing ten feet away without occupying any of the intervening
space, then taking a few breaths to calm himself. He frowned. "Wait a
minute, she does this every week?"
Nabiki nodded, inwardly upset that he was still afraid of her.
"Akane's a Tomboy, a somewhat rare type of pokegirl, and one guy wanted
to claim her because of that. So, he made a challenge that only one who
could best her combat could claim her." A drumroll drew her attention
back to the wide street, where a five foot circular section in the road
had opened up. "Speaking of which, here comes the main event!"
"Main event?" Ranma questioned, but Nabiki was ignoring him for
once. Instead, he watched as the drumroll ceased and a pair of figures
began to rise from the opening.
"To rule my realm with a fair and just hand," came an arrogant
male voice.
"To display my beauty across the land," added a haughty female
voice.
"To defeat Akane Tendo and claim her love!" the man declared
nobly.
"To find the man that I'm dreaming of!" the girl expressed with
a sigh.
"Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder!"
"Kodachi Kuno, the Black Rose!"
Tatewaki held a wooden sword aloft. "Team Bokken is ready and
prepared to smite!"
Kodachi smiled evilly while holding a black flower. "Please
don't surrender, because I *want* to fight!"
The rising platform that brought the pair into view finally
stopped at street level. Down below, Sasuke stopped turning the elevator
crank and collapsed out of breath, then dropped the drum aside as he sat
down.
"Kuno," Akane groaned with half-lidded eyes. She was not looking
forward to this. Every week Kodachi would attack her, to prove who was
the strongest pokegirl in town. If she lost, she knew Tatewaki would
capture her in a pokeball and become her tamer. She shuddered inwardly
at that.
"Truly such a boorish lot," Tatewaki declared. "For only my
magnificence is worthy of taming thy wild beauty."
Despite the rumors that said otherwise, Kuno wasn't incestuous.
His sister had only gone through Threshold and become a pokegirl a year
ago, and was still unclaimed. That didn't stop her from having natural
rivalry with Akane, and if the Tomboy pokegirl was defeated, Tatewaki
could rightfully claim her. He had considered getting another pokegirl
to fight for him, but he had been obsessed with Akane for a long time
and wanted her to be his first. Actually, no other sane pokegirl wanted
to be tamed by him, anyway.
Kodachi grinned hungrily at Akane. "Today is the day I shall
defeat you, Tendo!"
Akane grimly slid into a ready stance. "Anytime you're ready."
Curious, Ranma flipped open his pokedex and pointed it at
Akane's opponent. {Domina, the aggressive pokegirl. Domina are a mix of
plant and poison types, as well as having minor psychic talent. They
also are difficult to control, being quite fond of pain.}
Ranma blinked. "Okay..." He glanced back up just in time to see
Kodachi start her attack.
"Rose whip!" she declared, flinging out a black vine.
Akane sidestepped the attack and the vine chewed up a sizable
section of the worn concrete. Then she was forced to dodge once more as
Kodachi flicked the whip at her again and again.
"What's she waitin' for?" Ranma wondered aloud. "She should just
take the whip, then close and attack once her opponent is weaponless."
"Tomboys are weak against Domina attacks," Nabiki explained. "If
Akane gets caught by the whip, Kodachi will be able to subdue her."
"Petal Storm!" Akane was suddenly bathed in flurry of black
petals that nearly blinded her. She just barely managed to dodge the
follow-up whip attack, which left a nasty welt on her upper arm.
"Hmmm, that's a new move for her," Nabiki commented.
Kodachi followed up on her advantage by finally wrapping the
vine whip around Akane's body. "Call me Queen!" the Domina commanded
happily.
Akane's struggles with the whip started to become less active,
and she replied in a monotone voice, "Yes, Queen." She shook her head
violently. "No! I'm not beat yet!"
"Hohohohoho! Surrender Akane Tendo!"
Ranma wondered for a second why Kodachi's eyes were glowing
red. Then, frowning more and growing impatient at Akane's lack of
progress, called out, "Don't just stand there, stupid! Tackle her or
something!"
Nabiki sweatdropped at what Ranma had unwittingly done. "Uh
oh..."
Down below, Akane paused for a split second in shock, then her
instincts took over and she rushed towards her opponent. Kodachi,
unprepared for this change in tactics, was caught full force and sent
tumbling into the ground. The whip fell limply to her feet.
Akane recovered and turned around to yell at Ranma. "Stop that!
I can handle this fight myself!"
"Don't yell at me!" Ranma retorted. "If you're gonna yell at
anyone, it should be her!" He pointed.
Again, Akane lost control for a second and turned back to her
opponent. "KODACHI NO BAKA!"
The Domina pokegirl had recovered and was attempting a sneak
attack, but froze at Akane's voice. However, it only lasted for a
second.
It was enough.
Akane wound up and let her anger at Ranma and at this stupid
weekly fight power her attack. "COMET PUNCH!" Her blazing fist smashed
into Kodachi and plowed the other girl into the ground. Kodachi didn't
get up.
"Well, it's about time," Ranma remarked, coming up beside Akane.
"Took you long enough."
"Shut up!" Akane hissed back at him. "I could have taken her
just fine without your help!"
"You there, who are you to command my fair pokemaiden in
battle?" Tatewaki demanded to know.
The crowd mumbled back and forth between themselves, realizing
that Ranma *had* commanded Akane, and everyone knew that only her tamer
could do that.
Ranma turned and smirked at him. "I'm Ranma Saotome, of the
Saotome school of Anything-Goes Martial Arts!"
Unnoticed by all, Kodachi stirred and opened her eyes. Her
somewhat blurry gaze focused on a pig-tailed boy and, since she was
currently unclaimed (she merely worked with her brother, he didn't own
her), her mind went through a couple of base mental checks.
Defeated? Yes.
By a pokegirl belonging to a man? Yes.
Is he good looking? Oh, yes!
She smiled and mumbled softly, "Ranma... Darling..."
"What!?" Tatewaki was saying, surprised. "Dare you claim the
same school as Akane Tendo?"
"I'm afraid it's so, Kuno-baby," Nabiki said, smiling as she
made her approach. This promised to be so much fun! "Ranma here defeated
and claimed Akane yesterday. And he only became a tamer a couple of days
ago. He actually fought and bested Akane himself."
This produced even more mumbling. Ranma actually fought a
pokegirl by himself? And he beat her? And for a new tamer, he was able
to beat a Domina using a Tomboy!
Akane flushed with shame at having this fact revealed. "It not
like that!"
"Ranma-darling!" *Glomp!*
Ranma wasn't the only one caught off guard when Kodachi
suddenly came to life and attached herself to him. "Yaughh! Hey, what
are you doin'!? Get offa me!"
Nabiki frowned. Of course, Ranma had technically defeated
Kodachi using Akane. She wondered why she hadn't anticipated this. After
all, if Ranma got Kodachi, the crazy Domina would insist on being the
Alpha, when that position was reserved solely for Nabiki.
Ranma continued to try and struggle out of Kodachi's hold.
Akane grew angrier, though this condition wasn't all that
unusual for her.
Kuno finally finished thinking (a difficult feat) and came to a
erroneous, yet somehow logical(for him), conclusion. "Of course! It all
makes sense! Akane Tendo wants an actual man to beat her. Very well, I
shall do it!" He sprung at Akane, his wooden sword raised. He did, on
occasion, practice a long-forgotten sport called kendo, but it was
hardly enough to help him this day.
For the youngest Tendo, the boiling point was reached. "Enough!
COMET PUNCH!" A flash of light accompanied the attack this time,
propelling Kuno into the sky. "Akane not want any tamer! Akane fine by
herself!"
The gathered group went deathly quiet at her outburst. Akane
stood there, shocked, then covered her mouth and ran back into the
house.
Ranma had caught the extremely fearful look on the tomboy's
face before she ran away, and it bothered him deep down for some reason.
Unfortunately, his actions were severely limited due to the fact that he
was still restrained a very affectionate pokegirl.
Kodachi rubbed her cheek on his chest, mistaking the meaning
behind his struggles. "Ranma-darling..."
"Hey, leggo already!" Ranma protested.
Nabiki smiled. "Allow me. Oh, Kodachi?"
"Hmmm?" the other pokegirl replied, turning her face lazily to
look at Nabiki.
*POW!*
Ranma blinked as Kodachi slid bonelessly to the ground, then
realized it was because the cat-like girl had gotten violent. "Yikes!"
He hopped back a few feet. "I mean, uh, thanks, Nabiki."
"Let's just say you owe me," the Kitten replied, smirking. Just
because she preferred brain over brawn, did not mean she was above using
it. After all, she was a pokegirl, too. She turned to the gathered
crowd. "Okay, show's over for today!"
The group of boys grumbled, but began to disperse anyway.
"Um, what about her?" Ranma asked, toeing the unconscious
Domina.
"Don't worry about that," Nabiki replied, then clapped her
hands. "Sasuke!"
The head of a diminutive man popped up from a nearby manhole.
"Yes?"
"It might be a good idea to see that Kodachi gets some rest and
treatment, don't you agree?" she suggested.
Sasuke's eyes widened as he beheld the fallen form of the
Domina pokegirl. "Mistress Kodachi!" He bounded out of the hole,
captured the girl in a pokeball, then dashed down the road without
another word.
Ranma stared as the girl disappeared in a flash of red light,
only to be drawn into the small sphere. "That is so incredibly weird."
Kuno ended his impromptu flight upside-down, his head striking
something that was quite hard. Being naturally thick-headed, the impact
didn't affect him much, though he realized that his cranium had struck
another person, knocking them temporarily unconscious.
"Zounds!" Kuno exclaimed, standing up. "I have caused injury to
a fair maiden!" Quick as a wink, held the girl up and placed a bandage
on top of her head. "There. I am sorry. Please, pardon my rudeness."
Mariko Konjo's eyes came back into focus, and focus they did on
the young man that had just knocked her out--if briefly--then treated
her wounds. Like most girls her age, Mariko had hit threshold a year
ago, only in her case, she simply became an Ingenue. An Ingenue was
quite similar to a normal human girl, with only small, subtle
differences. Still, a pokegirl is a pokegirl...
"Like, wait!" she called as Kuno walked away. "I don't know your
name!"
"Nor have I given it," he replied, turning back to face her. "I
am the Blue Thunder, Tatewaki Kuno, Age 17."
Mariko blushed; she felt strange. [That's like, the first time
I've ever received kindness from a man!] Of course, it was also the
first time she had been knocked unconscious by one, too.
She felt warm.
She was in love.
She was a pokegirl with rapidly-firing genetic impulses.
*Glomp!* She was now attached to Blue Thunder. "Like, I love you
so much! Why don't we go back to your place where you can have your way
with me?"
Tatewaki blinked.
Party favors and confetti exploded from the top of his head.
"The Blue Thunder consents to this."
Tofu whistled as he went about the clinic. His next appointment
wasn't for another hour and the pokegirl rejuvenation chambers were all
empty at the moment, so he and his Nurse Joy were taking the time to
clean up and get paperwork in order.
As the young doctor made his way into the examination room, his
eyes caught sight of something laying on the floor in the thin space
between the desk and the wall. Curious, he reached down and picked it
up, remembering that Ranma's pack had been resting there the day before.
There was a possibility it had accidentally fallen out.
The object appeared to a small black box; an electronic device
of some sort. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a recorder,
and a damaged one at that. Tofu clicked the play button expecting
nothing to happen, but to his surprise, it began to sputter and play
back. The message was garbled, though he was able to pick out a word or
two. However, it didn't sound like Ranma's voice. It did seem quite
familiar, but Tofu couldn't quite place it.
Further musings were put on hold by a voice calling from the
lobby. "Doctor Tofu?"
Tofu turned off the recorder and set it down, heading out into
the waiting room to see who had called him.
And blinked at all the boys holding out pokeballs for
treatment. "Oh, that's right, it's Sunday."
"Akane?" Nabiki called, knocking once on Akane's door. "What's
the matter?" Her little sister had been locked herself in her room for
the past two hours. Nabiki had a pretty good idea why, but wanted to
hear Akane say it.
"Akane not-I mean, I'm fine!" came the call from the other side.
Nabiki sighed. This was not going to be easy, which was part of
the reason she had detoured through the kitchen and picked up lunch.
Akane was usually easier to deal with once she had eaten, and she had
missed lunch. Nabiki opened up the door and let herself inside, noting
her little sister sitting on her bed and covering her teary eyes with
both hands.
"Now, now, we both now what's going on," she soothed, sitting
down beside the obviously-distraught Tomboy pokegirl and setting the
tray on Akane's desk. "You knew this would happen sooner or later. I'm
actually impressed that you managed to hold it off for the past couple
of days."
And Nabiki was impressed. Once a unclaimed pokegirl was
defeated or claimed by a tamer, genetic impulses were activated that
clouded higher thought processes. This general lowering of intelligence
level, allowed the baser and more animalistic side to take over. The
term for this was "going feral" and if not tamed and imprinted by a male
soon, a feral pokegirl became a danger to herself and those around her.
She would most likely go on a rampage, being driven to mate with
someone. It was a defensive mechanism implanted long ago to ensure the
unwavering loyalty of their biological weapons.
Akane lowered her hands and sniffed, twin tracks of tears
running down her face. "Akane not want be tamed," she said, somewhat
brokenly. "Akane... want be real girl. Akane is real girl, not Tomboy."
She spied the lunch, felt her tummy grumble, then rapidly devoured it in
record time.
"There, there," Nabiki pacified, running her hand lightly across
Akane's back to relax her. [I have to do this just right.] Slowly, she
began to massage Akane's shoulders. "Remember all the fun we had as
kids?"
"Mmmmm, Akane remember," the hormonally-unbalanced pokegirl
replied quietly, somehow feeling a bit calmer. "Was fun. Want always be
like that."
"It will be like that again," Nabiki whispered, then kissed
Akane's cheek. "It will be."
"Master," Sasuke called, urgently knocking a the door. "Mistress
Kodachi has run off! I believe she is headed after young Saotome." He
blinked at the muffled moans and groans coming from Kuno's bedroom.
"Master?"
The sounds stopped for a moment, then the door was flung open
to reveal Kuno in a hastily-donned bathrobe. "Ye gods, man! Blue Thunder
cannot be bothered!"
"Oh, Tate-chan..." came a husky feminine call from inside.
Kuno paled and trembled slightly as he gripped the door, then
called over his shoulder, "Be right there my feisty vixen!" He turned
back to Sasuke. "Well, go after my twisted sister! That fiend Saotome
cannot be allowed to add another pokegirl to his harem!"
Sasuke blinked as the door was slammed shut. "Yes, Master,
right away!"
"I need to do what?" Ranma asked in disbelief, wanted to be sure
he heard that right. He had just finished his own lunch, a concoction of
foods that Kasumi said was "strengthening".
"I said you need to tame her," Kasumi replied, referring to
Akane. "Nabiki's is up there right now, trying to help, but she won't be
able to give Akane what she needs."
"I suppose I can try to help, but why me?" he wondered aloud,
puzzled, as the Mousewife led him up the stairs. "And what exactly do
you need me to do?" He couldn't understand how forcing Akane to do
tricks would help calm her down.
"Because you defeated her," Kasumi replied. "For a pokegirl,
being defeated by a tamer is a major event. It activates certain genetic
and psychological traits that cannot be stopped. If she is not tamed,
she will become feral."
They stopped outside of Akane's room, and Ranma could hear the
moans of a girl within. He shivered involuntarily. What was going on in
there? Was Akane really that bad off? He swallowed. "What, uh, happens
if she goes feral?"
"Well, her temper will continue to increase, as will her
strength, while rational thought will fade away. In short, she will
eventually go on a rampage until she is put down." Kasumi sighed. "It's
not really a pokegirl's fault when that happens."
Ranma frowned. Apparently it was his fault Akane was like this.
Even though he didn't really know the consequences of doing so, her
current condition was a result of his actions. "Whattya need me to do?"
he said in a resigned voice.
Kasumi merely smiled, then knocked on the door. "Nabiki?"
"You can come in, sis," came the call from the other side.
The door opened and Ranma was ushered inside by the eldest
sister, then froze as he beheld the scene within. Akane was topless and
laying back on her bed, moaning. Well her top wasn't totally uncovered,
as Nabiki's hands were...
"Ack!" Ranma backpedaled while holding his nose to staunch the
flow of blood, but was stopped as he bumped into Kasumi.
"Now, now, you promised to help," Kasumi admonished him, pushing
him gently forward.
"But... but... she's... Akane's..." he spluttered, then shook
his head. "What the hell do you mean by taming, anyway!?"
Nabiki sighed. [He can't be that clueless.] A look at Ranma's
face told her, [Oh yes he can.]
Kasumi smiled. "Why, you just have to have sex with her. Isn't
that nice?"
Ranma's mouth opened and closed a few times, while he tried to
think of an effective rebuttal. He began to sweat in nervousness (and
arousal). "Are you SURE this is going to help her?" he said at last.
Kasumi nodded, still smiling.
Nabiki replied in the affirmative.
Akane moaned.
Ranma sweatdropped and tried to think of a way out of this.
"Uh, look, I... well... I ain't gonna do this unless she wants to!" he
said firmly, believing that there was no way Akane would go through with
this. He'd take his lumps if he had to, but he was almost positive Akane
didn't like him. Even though she was kinda cute, especially when he
remembered her smile and how friendly she was when they first met a few
days ago, and how she looked when she walked in on him in the furo...
Ranma killed that line of thought.
"That's the spirit!" Kasumi commended him.
The middle Tendo glanced down at her sister, nodded once, then
stood up and crossed the room. Ranma backed away from the feline-girl,
his nervousness over cats overriding his nervousness about being in the
same room with a half-naked Akane.
"She should be ready for you now," Nabiki commented with a smirk
as she stepped outside after Kasumi. "Good luck and have fun!" She
winked at him and closed the door.
Ranma looked back at Akane, and suddenly wished he hadn't, as
his eyes unwillingly began to stare, ignoring the orders from his brain
that he should leave. Now.
Akane came out of her daze with the loss of stimulation.
"Nabiki?" She sat up and blinked her eyes. Then noticed who was in the
room with her. "You! What you doing in Akane's room!?"
"I-yaauugh!"
Ranma's reply was cut short under the sudden attachment of a
half-naked, extremely-horny girl latched onto his front. He steadied
himself against the wall, then froze as he realized she was *rubbing*
herself against him.
"A-A-Akane!?" he gulped, totally shocked at the girl's actions,
and at his body's reactions. "What-mmmmmppph!" He found it difficult to
speak with another mouth covering his own, apparently trying to
suffocate him or something.
Akane released the kiss, a part of her mind equally surprised
at what she had done, but base primal instincts were firmly in control
right now. "Look, you boy and pervert," she growled in a throaty voice
that somehow scared and excited Ranma even more. "But right now Akane
want someone and you have to do. Got it?"
Ranma nodded frantically, especially since her warm right hand
had made it's way down into his pants and boxers, and had latched itself
around his most sensitive part. It's a strong inbred male instinct, that
upsetting a female who has your jewels in her grasp is *not* an option.
"Release Ranma," came a familiar cry. Ranma and Akane turned to
see Kodachi slip into the room via the open window. "Ranma belong
Kodachi. Ranma not tame stupid Tomboy, Ranma tame Kodachi instead!"
Akane released the pig-tailed boy and snarled. "Stupid flower-
girl no belong here! Ranma belong Akane!"
Ranma collapsed against the wall, his manhood no longer in
immediate danger. He watched the intelligent conversation fly back and
forth, and could think of only one thing to say. "Aiyah..."
Kodachi shrieked and sprung to the attack. "AKANE, I KILL!"
Akane met her in mid-air. "KODACHI, I KILL!"
What followed was not so much a skilled poke-battle, but more
like a good old-fashioned female cat fight. Ranma dove under the bed,
his heightened self-preservation instincts kicking in. The door was too
far away, and on the other side of the enraged females.
Two minutes later, Akane wound up her mallet like a baseball
batter and slammed Kodachi out the window, then shut and bolted it.
Ranma wondered at the sudden quiet, until the bed was lifted
and he was grabbed roughly with one hand. Akane set down the bed with
the other hand, slammed Ranma on it, then jumped on him, pinning him
there. As Akane's eyes met his, Ranma felt strangely like mouse caught
in the grip of an hawk.
"No talk," Akane informed him in a commanding tone, a strange
and intense fire burning in her brown eyes.
Ranma gulped and complied nervously and readily. Of course,
this decision had something to do with the fact that she had just
finished tearing his clothes off(literally), and his high state of
apprehension and nervousness made rational thought nearly impossible.
Shortly thereafter, rational thought wasn't available for
another reason entirely.
Sasuke had finally arrived at the Tendo PokeDojo, slightly out
of breath from a run, just in time to see his mistress depart in an
airborne parabolic arc back the way he came.
Groaning in frustration, he turned around and dashed off after
her.
Soun listened to the bumping and moaning coming from upstairs,
and cried in happiness. "My little pokegirl is all grown up!"
Kasumi smiled happily at the sounds, but her thoughts had
become strangely disturbed. She put on a coat and picked up a book, then
called out, "Father, I'm going out for a bit, I have to return
something."
She didn't wait for a response as she stepped outside, knowing
she wouldn't get one since her father was still wailing in joy.
Sasuke arrived back just in time to fish Kodachi out of her
crater, then drag her inside the mansion to her room. He had just placed
her under the covers when she stirred and moaned.
"Ranma-daaarling..."
"I'm terribly sorry, mistress, but Master Kuno says you are
better off here," he said apologetically.
Kodachi's eyes flickered open, and her smoldering gaze met his
startled one.
Sasuke swallowed slowly and took a step back. "Mistress?"
While the urge to mate with the man who had captured and/or
defeated a pokegirl was strong, if said pokegirl becomes desperate
enough and that man is unavailable, another will do in a pinch.
Sasuke gulped and backed up slowly towards to the door, his
hands fumbling for Kodachi's pokeball.
The Domina didn't give him the chance, her vine whip lashing
out to encircle the manservant and pull him toward the bed.
Kodachi didn't figure Sasuke for a screamer.
Tofu finished treating all the pokegirls and sat down to rest.
As usual, none of the injuries were too serious; Akane had used just the
right amount of force.
His gaze drifted over to see the recorder sitting on the desk
where he had left it before he became distracted. He was just about to
pick it up again when he heard the front door to his clinic open.
"How can I help y--Ka-Ka-Kasumi! What a coincidence to meet you
here of all places!"
Several hours later...
Ranma drifted somewhere in that void between sleep and
wakefulness. Truthfully, he was incredibly exhausted. Despite his
enhanced constitution, or perhaps because of it, he felt as if he had
just barely survived an incredible life-or-death battle.
Sensation tickled his senses, threatening to pull him back to
consciousness. The feeling was something familiar, but his clouded brain
couldn't place it. The sensation didn't feel that bad, in fact, it was
quite pleasurable. Somehow, a thought(finally) worked it's way into
clouded brain, telling him that maybe he should open his eyes, so he
did.
And froze at the sight of a fearsome feline face watching him,
crouched on the end of the bed. Apparently, her front paws and tongue
were responsible for the stimulation, part of his mind absently noted.
Ranma's cat fear was a powerful thing, so powerful in fact,
that his mind had created a cat persona to deal with it. Normally it
took prolonged exposure to trigger his "Nekoken" state, but a sufficient
feline shock could do as well. The highly sensitive part of him the paws
and tongue where paying acute attention to, was more than enough to do
the trick.
Nabiki had slipped into the room intent on getting in on the
action, but Ranma's reaction to her attempt at "preparing" him for the
task ahead, was not quite what she expected.
The middle Tendo was about to discover a whole new meaning to
the phrase, "Hello Kitty!"
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Author's notes:
KP: Doing a little setting up of the plot here. Don't worry if some
things don't make sense. All will be revealed and explained in time.
Shampoo: (stomps up to author, angrily) Why make stupid girls sound like
Shampoo!? They steal Shampoo's lines and catch phrases! (Holds up signed
piece of paper) Shampoo have exclusive contract!
KP: (sweatdrops) Ah, aheh. Be right back folks. I hope, but before I go,
I just wanna say thanks to HPackrat for pre-reading this...
E-mail me at: oddball22@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Ranma 1/2 characters. I didn't create the
pokegirl concept, however, I'm using my own take on the idea. Plenty
seems familiar now, but small changes will keep popping up and building
on each other...
Ranma 1/2
Whole New World
Chapter 2 - Taming, It's a Tough Job, But Someone's Got To Do It!
(Or Combat First, Sex Later)
Ranma tried to keep his concentration on his breakfast, doing
his best to ignore the other people at the table. It wasn't that he
didn't like this family, they just unnerved him a little. Soun was
eating quite normally, using chopsticks like Ranma was, but the three
girls...
Kasumi was happily munching on a bowl of fruits and nuts.
Holding a piece of fruit in her paw-like hands, she would take small,
quick nibbles, then chew several times rapidly, before taking another
tiny bite. She also revealed, for the first time, a small pair of buck
teeth that she used to crack open the nuts. She almost reminded him of a
chipmunk.
Nabiki was bent over her meal, alternating between a saucer of
milk and bowl of fishstuffs. That wouldn't be so strange, except she
wasn't using her hands. Instead, she would dip her entire head down to
lap up the milk with her tongue, or snatch a fishroll with her teeth.
Every now and then, though, she'd look up and give him a hungry grin
while licking her lips. Ranma shuddered and tried to ignore that,
however.
Lastly, Akane had a mix of fruits, noodles, and lots of meat,
but compared to her two sisters, Akane's meal was twice as big. And like
Kasumi, Akane was using just her hands to eat, though she was taking
much larger bites, sometimes plopping in whole portions. It reminded
Ranma of the way he and his father tended to eat on the road.
Ranma forced his attention to his own meal, and his thoughts
onto a different, more pressing, subject. If what he had learned from
Nabiki and the rest of the Tendos over the past couple of days was true,
then neither Japan nor China existed anymore. Instead, they were part of
something called the "Indigo League". The year was 2282; meaning he was
nearly 300 years in the future.
Did that guy who opened the magic tunnel transport him through
time? At first, Ranma was tempted to dismiss that idea as ludicrous. But
then again he was cursed to turn into a girl with a splash of cold
water. He absently fingered his pigtail, realizing that perhaps time
travel was possible as well.
If so, everything Ranma knew about the world was vastly
different, if the three girls in front of him were any indication. In
any case, he figured he'd just do what he always did: play it by ear,
and adapt to the situation as necessary. In the meantime, he decided
would have to go looking for that guy that brought him here, then make
him send the pig-tailed martial artist back.
At least, he hoped it was possible to go back.
Akane finished her workout in the dojo and stepped outside. She
had retreated there after breakfast to be away from Ranma, her
conflicting feelings on him distressing her greatly. Part of her wanted
to hate him, but there was another part, the scary pokegirl part of her
that had been defeated by him twice, and now wanted to be tamed. Only
her considerable willpower had kept that impulse in check.
In the backyard, Akane saw Ranma running through a kata. She
recognized it as being from the advanced set of Anything-Goes
techniques, and was curious as to how and why he knew it. Fighting
styles like Anything-Goes were only taught to pokegirls. Almost as if in
a trance, Akane moved over and sat down on the veranda to watch his
graceful moves. He was good, she'd give him that, albeit reluctantly.
Nabiki came up behind her sister. "Oh, by the way, Akane...
Guess what today is?"
The Tomboy pokegirl thought for a second, then the answer came
to her. "Oh no, not again..." She realized she had been distracted by
the Ranma's arrival in the Tendo home, otherwise she would have
remembered.
"Yep, it's Sunday!" Nabiki confirmed with a smile.
Ranma finished his kata, then turned and blinked as Akane's
expression rapidly turned into one he was well-acquainted with: fierce
determination with plenty of anger.
Akane stood slowly and mechanically, while breathing a
frustrated sigh that came out sounding almost like a growl. As she
turned towards the hallway, she muttered darkly, "I hate boys."
Nabiki glanced at the clock, which now read 11:00 am. "And it
should be starting soon, too."
Akane tightened her gi belt as she headed toward the gate. "I
Hate Boys," she grumbled a little louder.
"Uh, what's goin' on?" Ranma asked, confused.
"Oh, just Akane's weekly exercise routine," Kasumi explained as
she began to sweep the veranda. She looked up as her ears twitched. "And
it sounds like they've arrived."
"I. Hate. Boys!"
"Why don't you come and watch?" Nabiki suggested with a smile,
following after her sister.
Ranma shrugged, then trailed after the Kitten pokegirl, but at
a good distance, of course. He made it around to the front yard just in
time to see Akane sprint toward the outer gate. Curious, he leapt to the
top of the outer wall as she passed through, and when he finally saw
what was going on, his eyes widened to size of saucers.
"I. HATE. BOYS!" Akane yelled one final time, then charged into
the waiting onslaught...
Of girls.
"What the-!?" Ranma expected there was going to be some sort of
fight, but nothing, not even what he had seen with the Tendos, could
have prepared him for what he beheld on the other side of the wall.
Akane plowed into the mob, delivering lightning fast punches
and kicks to her opponents, who seemed to come in all types and colors.
Some looked like normal humans, but most were either part furry animal,
similar to Kasumi and Nabiki, while others looked plant-like. There was
even one who reminded him of a fish.
Even though Ranma was surprised by all of this, the back of his
mind catalogued all the moves being used. Most of Akane's opponents
tried to close and attack, but others were shooting off bolts of
electricity? Streams of flame? There was even one who fired off a stream
of water!
What the hell was going on!?
But what really confused Ranma, were the group of boys lined up
on the sidelines, and what they were shouting.
"Yuka, tackle attack! And watch out for that-" *smash* "-
tree..."
"Sayuri, leap and use your flamethrower!"
"Hey watch it, you burned my bunnygirl!"
"Michi, dodge!" *wince* "Nevermind..."
"Eriko, back up and use thundershock!" *Zap!* "Oy, gotta work on
your aim..."
To Ranma's point of view, it seemed as if the boys were telling
the girls how to fight. Not that it mattered much, as Akane ducked and
weaved through the various attacks, letting her opponents hit each
other. The rest fell to one or two calculated strikes.
In less then two minutes, Akane had plowed through nearly three
dozen combatants.
[Whoa, not bad,] Ranma commented to himself, still somewhat
stunned. He continued to stare as the guys brought out balls similar to
the one Kasumi showed him. The small spheres fired off red beams at the
various unconscious girls, which coalesced their forms into the same
shade of red light, then were drawn into the balls.
Nabiki reached over and closed Ranma's open jaw. "Don't worry,
she does this every week."
Ranma collected his scattered wits and finally noticed the
Kitten pokegirl perched on the wall beside him. "Yahhhh!" he commented
before appearing ten feet away without occupying any of the intervening
space, then taking a few breaths to calm himself. He frowned. "Wait a
minute, she does this every week?"
Nabiki nodded, inwardly upset that he was still afraid of her.
"Akane's a Tomboy, a somewhat rare type of pokegirl, and one guy wanted
to claim her because of that. So, he made a challenge that only one who
could best her combat could claim her." A drumroll drew her attention
back to the wide street, where a five foot circular section in the road
had opened up. "Speaking of which, here comes the main event!"
"Main event?" Ranma questioned, but Nabiki was ignoring him for
once. Instead, he watched as the drumroll ceased and a pair of figures
began to rise from the opening.
"To rule my realm with a fair and just hand," came an arrogant
male voice.
"To display my beauty across the land," added a haughty female
voice.
"To defeat Akane Tendo and claim her love!" the man declared
nobly.
"To find the man that I'm dreaming of!" the girl expressed with
a sigh.
"Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder!"
"Kodachi Kuno, the Black Rose!"
Tatewaki held a wooden sword aloft. "Team Bokken is ready and
prepared to smite!"
Kodachi smiled evilly while holding a black flower. "Please
don't surrender, because I *want* to fight!"
The rising platform that brought the pair into view finally
stopped at street level. Down below, Sasuke stopped turning the elevator
crank and collapsed out of breath, then dropped the drum aside as he sat
down.
"Kuno," Akane groaned with half-lidded eyes. She was not looking
forward to this. Every week Kodachi would attack her, to prove who was
the strongest pokegirl in town. If she lost, she knew Tatewaki would
capture her in a pokeball and become her tamer. She shuddered inwardly
at that.
"Truly such a boorish lot," Tatewaki declared. "For only my
magnificence is worthy of taming thy wild beauty."
Despite the rumors that said otherwise, Kuno wasn't incestuous.
His sister had only gone through Threshold and become a pokegirl a year
ago, and was still unclaimed. That didn't stop her from having natural
rivalry with Akane, and if the Tomboy pokegirl was defeated, Tatewaki
could rightfully claim her. He had considered getting another pokegirl
to fight for him, but he had been obsessed with Akane for a long time
and wanted her to be his first. Actually, no other sane pokegirl wanted
to be tamed by him, anyway.
Kodachi grinned hungrily at Akane. "Today is the day I shall
defeat you, Tendo!"
Akane grimly slid into a ready stance. "Anytime you're ready."
Curious, Ranma flipped open his pokedex and pointed it at
Akane's opponent. {Domina, the aggressive pokegirl. Domina are a mix of
plant and poison types, as well as having minor psychic talent. They
also are difficult to control, being quite fond of pain.}
Ranma blinked. "Okay..." He glanced back up just in time to see
Kodachi start her attack.
"Rose whip!" she declared, flinging out a black vine.
Akane sidestepped the attack and the vine chewed up a sizable
section of the worn concrete. Then she was forced to dodge once more as
Kodachi flicked the whip at her again and again.
"What's she waitin' for?" Ranma wondered aloud. "She should just
take the whip, then close and attack once her opponent is weaponless."
"Tomboys are weak against Domina attacks," Nabiki explained. "If
Akane gets caught by the whip, Kodachi will be able to subdue her."
"Petal Storm!" Akane was suddenly bathed in flurry of black
petals that nearly blinded her. She just barely managed to dodge the
follow-up whip attack, which left a nasty welt on her upper arm.
"Hmmm, that's a new move for her," Nabiki commented.
Kodachi followed up on her advantage by finally wrapping the
vine whip around Akane's body. "Call me Queen!" the Domina commanded
happily.
Akane's struggles with the whip started to become less active,
and she replied in a monotone voice, "Yes, Queen." She shook her head
violently. "No! I'm not beat yet!"
"Hohohohoho! Surrender Akane Tendo!"
Ranma wondered for a second why Kodachi's eyes were glowing
red. Then, frowning more and growing impatient at Akane's lack of
progress, called out, "Don't just stand there, stupid! Tackle her or
something!"
Nabiki sweatdropped at what Ranma had unwittingly done. "Uh
oh..."
Down below, Akane paused for a split second in shock, then her
instincts took over and she rushed towards her opponent. Kodachi,
unprepared for this change in tactics, was caught full force and sent
tumbling into the ground. The whip fell limply to her feet.
Akane recovered and turned around to yell at Ranma. "Stop that!
I can handle this fight myself!"
"Don't yell at me!" Ranma retorted. "If you're gonna yell at
anyone, it should be her!" He pointed.
Again, Akane lost control for a second and turned back to her
opponent. "KODACHI NO BAKA!"
The Domina pokegirl had recovered and was attempting a sneak
attack, but froze at Akane's voice. However, it only lasted for a
second.
It was enough.
Akane wound up and let her anger at Ranma and at this stupid
weekly fight power her attack. "COMET PUNCH!" Her blazing fist smashed
into Kodachi and plowed the other girl into the ground. Kodachi didn't
get up.
"Well, it's about time," Ranma remarked, coming up beside Akane.
"Took you long enough."
"Shut up!" Akane hissed back at him. "I could have taken her
just fine without your help!"
"You there, who are you to command my fair pokemaiden in
battle?" Tatewaki demanded to know.
The crowd mumbled back and forth between themselves, realizing
that Ranma *had* commanded Akane, and everyone knew that only her tamer
could do that.
Ranma turned and smirked at him. "I'm Ranma Saotome, of the
Saotome school of Anything-Goes Martial Arts!"
Unnoticed by all, Kodachi stirred and opened her eyes. Her
somewhat blurry gaze focused on a pig-tailed boy and, since she was
currently unclaimed (she merely worked with her brother, he didn't own
her), her mind went through a couple of base mental checks.
Defeated? Yes.
By a pokegirl belonging to a man? Yes.
Is he good looking? Oh, yes!
She smiled and mumbled softly, "Ranma... Darling..."
"What!?" Tatewaki was saying, surprised. "Dare you claim the
same school as Akane Tendo?"
"I'm afraid it's so, Kuno-baby," Nabiki said, smiling as she
made her approach. This promised to be so much fun! "Ranma here defeated
and claimed Akane yesterday. And he only became a tamer a couple of days
ago. He actually fought and bested Akane himself."
This produced even more mumbling. Ranma actually fought a
pokegirl by himself? And he beat her? And for a new tamer, he was able
to beat a Domina using a Tomboy!
Akane flushed with shame at having this fact revealed. "It not
like that!"
"Ranma-darling!" *Glomp!*
Ranma wasn't the only one caught off guard when Kodachi
suddenly came to life and attached herself to him. "Yaughh! Hey, what
are you doin'!? Get offa me!"
Nabiki frowned. Of course, Ranma had technically defeated
Kodachi using Akane. She wondered why she hadn't anticipated this. After
all, if Ranma got Kodachi, the crazy Domina would insist on being the
Alpha, when that position was reserved solely for Nabiki.
Ranma continued to try and struggle out of Kodachi's hold.
Akane grew angrier, though this condition wasn't all that
unusual for her.
Kuno finally finished thinking (a difficult feat) and came to a
erroneous, yet somehow logical(for him), conclusion. "Of course! It all
makes sense! Akane Tendo wants an actual man to beat her. Very well, I
shall do it!" He sprung at Akane, his wooden sword raised. He did, on
occasion, practice a long-forgotten sport called kendo, but it was
hardly enough to help him this day.
For the youngest Tendo, the boiling point was reached. "Enough!
COMET PUNCH!" A flash of light accompanied the attack this time,
propelling Kuno into the sky. "Akane not want any tamer! Akane fine by
herself!"
The gathered group went deathly quiet at her outburst. Akane
stood there, shocked, then covered her mouth and ran back into the
house.
Ranma had caught the extremely fearful look on the tomboy's
face before she ran away, and it bothered him deep down for some reason.
Unfortunately, his actions were severely limited due to the fact that he
was still restrained a very affectionate pokegirl.
Kodachi rubbed her cheek on his chest, mistaking the meaning
behind his struggles. "Ranma-darling..."
"Hey, leggo already!" Ranma protested.
Nabiki smiled. "Allow me. Oh, Kodachi?"
"Hmmm?" the other pokegirl replied, turning her face lazily to
look at Nabiki.
*POW!*
Ranma blinked as Kodachi slid bonelessly to the ground, then
realized it was because the cat-like girl had gotten violent. "Yikes!"
He hopped back a few feet. "I mean, uh, thanks, Nabiki."
"Let's just say you owe me," the Kitten replied, smirking. Just
because she preferred brain over brawn, did not mean she was above using
it. After all, she was a pokegirl, too. She turned to the gathered
crowd. "Okay, show's over for today!"
The group of boys grumbled, but began to disperse anyway.
"Um, what about her?" Ranma asked, toeing the unconscious
Domina.
"Don't worry about that," Nabiki replied, then clapped her
hands. "Sasuke!"
The head of a diminutive man popped up from a nearby manhole.
"Yes?"
"It might be a good idea to see that Kodachi gets some rest and
treatment, don't you agree?" she suggested.
Sasuke's eyes widened as he beheld the fallen form of the
Domina pokegirl. "Mistress Kodachi!" He bounded out of the hole,
captured the girl in a pokeball, then dashed down the road without
another word.
Ranma stared as the girl disappeared in a flash of red light,
only to be drawn into the small sphere. "That is so incredibly weird."
Kuno ended his impromptu flight upside-down, his head striking
something that was quite hard. Being naturally thick-headed, the impact
didn't affect him much, though he realized that his cranium had struck
another person, knocking them temporarily unconscious.
"Zounds!" Kuno exclaimed, standing up. "I have caused injury to
a fair maiden!" Quick as a wink, held the girl up and placed a bandage
on top of her head. "There. I am sorry. Please, pardon my rudeness."
Mariko Konjo's eyes came back into focus, and focus they did on
the young man that had just knocked her out--if briefly--then treated
her wounds. Like most girls her age, Mariko had hit threshold a year
ago, only in her case, she simply became an Ingenue. An Ingenue was
quite similar to a normal human girl, with only small, subtle
differences. Still, a pokegirl is a pokegirl...
"Like, wait!" she called as Kuno walked away. "I don't know your
name!"
"Nor have I given it," he replied, turning back to face her. "I
am the Blue Thunder, Tatewaki Kuno, Age 17."
Mariko blushed; she felt strange. [That's like, the first time
I've ever received kindness from a man!] Of course, it was also the
first time she had been knocked unconscious by one, too.
She felt warm.
She was in love.
She was a pokegirl with rapidly-firing genetic impulses.
*Glomp!* She was now attached to Blue Thunder. "Like, I love you
so much! Why don't we go back to your place where you can have your way
with me?"
Tatewaki blinked.
Party favors and confetti exploded from the top of his head.
"The Blue Thunder consents to this."
Tofu whistled as he went about the clinic. His next appointment
wasn't for another hour and the pokegirl rejuvenation chambers were all
empty at the moment, so he and his Nurse Joy were taking the time to
clean up and get paperwork in order.
As the young doctor made his way into the examination room, his
eyes caught sight of something laying on the floor in the thin space
between the desk and the wall. Curious, he reached down and picked it
up, remembering that Ranma's pack had been resting there the day before.
There was a possibility it had accidentally fallen out.
The object appeared to a small black box; an electronic device
of some sort. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a recorder,
and a damaged one at that. Tofu clicked the play button expecting
nothing to happen, but to his surprise, it began to sputter and play
back. The message was garbled, though he was able to pick out a word or
two. However, it didn't sound like Ranma's voice. It did seem quite
familiar, but Tofu couldn't quite place it.
Further musings were put on hold by a voice calling from the
lobby. "Doctor Tofu?"
Tofu turned off the recorder and set it down, heading out into
the waiting room to see who had called him.
And blinked at all the boys holding out pokeballs for
treatment. "Oh, that's right, it's Sunday."
"Akane?" Nabiki called, knocking once on Akane's door. "What's
the matter?" Her little sister had been locked herself in her room for
the past two hours. Nabiki had a pretty good idea why, but wanted to
hear Akane say it.
"Akane not-I mean, I'm fine!" came the call from the other side.
Nabiki sighed. This was not going to be easy, which was part of
the reason she had detoured through the kitchen and picked up lunch.
Akane was usually easier to deal with once she had eaten, and she had
missed lunch. Nabiki opened up the door and let herself inside, noting
her little sister sitting on her bed and covering her teary eyes with
both hands.
"Now, now, we both now what's going on," she soothed, sitting
down beside the obviously-distraught Tomboy pokegirl and setting the
tray on Akane's desk. "You knew this would happen sooner or later. I'm
actually impressed that you managed to hold it off for the past couple
of days."
And Nabiki was impressed. Once a unclaimed pokegirl was
defeated or claimed by a tamer, genetic impulses were activated that
clouded higher thought processes. This general lowering of intelligence
level, allowed the baser and more animalistic side to take over. The
term for this was "going feral" and if not tamed and imprinted by a male
soon, a feral pokegirl became a danger to herself and those around her.
She would most likely go on a rampage, being driven to mate with
someone. It was a defensive mechanism implanted long ago to ensure the
unwavering loyalty of their biological weapons.
Akane lowered her hands and sniffed, twin tracks of tears
running down her face. "Akane not want be tamed," she said, somewhat
brokenly. "Akane... want be real girl. Akane is real girl, not Tomboy."
She spied the lunch, felt her tummy grumble, then rapidly devoured it in
record time.
"There, there," Nabiki pacified, running her hand lightly across
Akane's back to relax her. [I have to do this just right.] Slowly, she
began to massage Akane's shoulders. "Remember all the fun we had as
kids?"
"Mmmmm, Akane remember," the hormonally-unbalanced pokegirl
replied quietly, somehow feeling a bit calmer. "Was fun. Want always be
like that."
"It will be like that again," Nabiki whispered, then kissed
Akane's cheek. "It will be."
"Master," Sasuke called, urgently knocking a the door. "Mistress
Kodachi has run off! I believe she is headed after young Saotome." He
blinked at the muffled moans and groans coming from Kuno's bedroom.
"Master?"
The sounds stopped for a moment, then the door was flung open
to reveal Kuno in a hastily-donned bathrobe. "Ye gods, man! Blue Thunder
cannot be bothered!"
"Oh, Tate-chan..." came a husky feminine call from inside.
Kuno paled and trembled slightly as he gripped the door, then
called over his shoulder, "Be right there my feisty vixen!" He turned
back to Sasuke. "Well, go after my twisted sister! That fiend Saotome
cannot be allowed to add another pokegirl to his harem!"
Sasuke blinked as the door was slammed shut. "Yes, Master,
right away!"
"I need to do what?" Ranma asked in disbelief, wanted to be sure
he heard that right. He had just finished his own lunch, a concoction of
foods that Kasumi said was "strengthening".
"I said you need to tame her," Kasumi replied, referring to
Akane. "Nabiki's is up there right now, trying to help, but she won't be
able to give Akane what she needs."
"I suppose I can try to help, but why me?" he wondered aloud,
puzzled, as the Mousewife led him up the stairs. "And what exactly do
you need me to do?" He couldn't understand how forcing Akane to do
tricks would help calm her down.
"Because you defeated her," Kasumi replied. "For a pokegirl,
being defeated by a tamer is a major event. It activates certain genetic
and psychological traits that cannot be stopped. If she is not tamed,
she will become feral."
They stopped outside of Akane's room, and Ranma could hear the
moans of a girl within. He shivered involuntarily. What was going on in
there? Was Akane really that bad off? He swallowed. "What, uh, happens
if she goes feral?"
"Well, her temper will continue to increase, as will her
strength, while rational thought will fade away. In short, she will
eventually go on a rampage until she is put down." Kasumi sighed. "It's
not really a pokegirl's fault when that happens."
Ranma frowned. Apparently it was his fault Akane was like this.
Even though he didn't really know the consequences of doing so, her
current condition was a result of his actions. "Whattya need me to do?"
he said in a resigned voice.
Kasumi merely smiled, then knocked on the door. "Nabiki?"
"You can come in, sis," came the call from the other side.
The door opened and Ranma was ushered inside by the eldest
sister, then froze as he beheld the scene within. Akane was topless and
laying back on her bed, moaning. Well her top wasn't totally uncovered,
as Nabiki's hands were...
"Ack!" Ranma backpedaled while holding his nose to staunch the
flow of blood, but was stopped as he bumped into Kasumi.
"Now, now, you promised to help," Kasumi admonished him, pushing
him gently forward.
"But... but... she's... Akane's..." he spluttered, then shook
his head. "What the hell do you mean by taming, anyway!?"
Nabiki sighed. [He can't be that clueless.] A look at Ranma's
face told her, [Oh yes he can.]
Kasumi smiled. "Why, you just have to have sex with her. Isn't
that nice?"
Ranma's mouth opened and closed a few times, while he tried to
think of an effective rebuttal. He began to sweat in nervousness (and
arousal). "Are you SURE this is going to help her?" he said at last.
Kasumi nodded, still smiling.
Nabiki replied in the affirmative.
Akane moaned.
Ranma sweatdropped and tried to think of a way out of this.
"Uh, look, I... well... I ain't gonna do this unless she wants to!" he
said firmly, believing that there was no way Akane would go through with
this. He'd take his lumps if he had to, but he was almost positive Akane
didn't like him. Even though she was kinda cute, especially when he
remembered her smile and how friendly she was when they first met a few
days ago, and how she looked when she walked in on him in the furo...
Ranma killed that line of thought.
"That's the spirit!" Kasumi commended him.
The middle Tendo glanced down at her sister, nodded once, then
stood up and crossed the room. Ranma backed away from the feline-girl,
his nervousness over cats overriding his nervousness about being in the
same room with a half-naked Akane.
"She should be ready for you now," Nabiki commented with a smirk
as she stepped outside after Kasumi. "Good luck and have fun!" She
winked at him and closed the door.
Ranma looked back at Akane, and suddenly wished he hadn't, as
his eyes unwillingly began to stare, ignoring the orders from his brain
that he should leave. Now.
Akane came out of her daze with the loss of stimulation.
"Nabiki?" She sat up and blinked her eyes. Then noticed who was in the
room with her. "You! What you doing in Akane's room!?"
"I-yaauugh!"
Ranma's reply was cut short under the sudden attachment of a
half-naked, extremely-horny girl latched onto his front. He steadied
himself against the wall, then froze as he realized she was *rubbing*
herself against him.
"A-A-Akane!?" he gulped, totally shocked at the girl's actions,
and at his body's reactions. "What-mmmmmppph!" He found it difficult to
speak with another mouth covering his own, apparently trying to
suffocate him or something.
Akane released the kiss, a part of her mind equally surprised
at what she had done, but base primal instincts were firmly in control
right now. "Look, you boy and pervert," she growled in a throaty voice
that somehow scared and excited Ranma even more. "But right now Akane
want someone and you have to do. Got it?"
Ranma nodded frantically, especially since her warm right hand
had made it's way down into his pants and boxers, and had latched itself
around his most sensitive part. It's a strong inbred male instinct, that
upsetting a female who has your jewels in her grasp is *not* an option.
"Release Ranma," came a familiar cry. Ranma and Akane turned to
see Kodachi slip into the room via the open window. "Ranma belong
Kodachi. Ranma not tame stupid Tomboy, Ranma tame Kodachi instead!"
Akane released the pig-tailed boy and snarled. "Stupid flower-
girl no belong here! Ranma belong Akane!"
Ranma collapsed against the wall, his manhood no longer in
immediate danger. He watched the intelligent conversation fly back and
forth, and could think of only one thing to say. "Aiyah..."
Kodachi shrieked and sprung to the attack. "AKANE, I KILL!"
Akane met her in mid-air. "KODACHI, I KILL!"
What followed was not so much a skilled poke-battle, but more
like a good old-fashioned female cat fight. Ranma dove under the bed,
his heightened self-preservation instincts kicking in. The door was too
far away, and on the other side of the enraged females.
Two minutes later, Akane wound up her mallet like a baseball
batter and slammed Kodachi out the window, then shut and bolted it.
Ranma wondered at the sudden quiet, until the bed was lifted
and he was grabbed roughly with one hand. Akane set down the bed with
the other hand, slammed Ranma on it, then jumped on him, pinning him
there. As Akane's eyes met his, Ranma felt strangely like mouse caught
in the grip of an hawk.
"No talk," Akane informed him in a commanding tone, a strange
and intense fire burning in her brown eyes.
Ranma gulped and complied nervously and readily. Of course,
this decision had something to do with the fact that she had just
finished tearing his clothes off(literally), and his high state of
apprehension and nervousness made rational thought nearly impossible.
Shortly thereafter, rational thought wasn't available for
another reason entirely.
Sasuke had finally arrived at the Tendo PokeDojo, slightly out
of breath from a run, just in time to see his mistress depart in an
airborne parabolic arc back the way he came.
Groaning in frustration, he turned around and dashed off after
her.
Soun listened to the bumping and moaning coming from upstairs,
and cried in happiness. "My little pokegirl is all grown up!"
Kasumi smiled happily at the sounds, but her thoughts had
become strangely disturbed. She put on a coat and picked up a book, then
called out, "Father, I'm going out for a bit, I have to return
something."
She didn't wait for a response as she stepped outside, knowing
she wouldn't get one since her father was still wailing in joy.
Sasuke arrived back just in time to fish Kodachi out of her
crater, then drag her inside the mansion to her room. He had just placed
her under the covers when she stirred and moaned.
"Ranma-daaarling..."
"I'm terribly sorry, mistress, but Master Kuno says you are
better off here," he said apologetically.
Kodachi's eyes flickered open, and her smoldering gaze met his
startled one.
Sasuke swallowed slowly and took a step back. "Mistress?"
While the urge to mate with the man who had captured and/or
defeated a pokegirl was strong, if said pokegirl becomes desperate
enough and that man is unavailable, another will do in a pinch.
Sasuke gulped and backed up slowly towards to the door, his
hands fumbling for Kodachi's pokeball.
The Domina didn't give him the chance, her vine whip lashing
out to encircle the manservant and pull him toward the bed.
Kodachi didn't figure Sasuke for a screamer.
Tofu finished treating all the pokegirls and sat down to rest.
As usual, none of the injuries were too serious; Akane had used just the
right amount of force.
His gaze drifted over to see the recorder sitting on the desk
where he had left it before he became distracted. He was just about to
pick it up again when he heard the front door to his clinic open.
"How can I help y--Ka-Ka-Kasumi! What a coincidence to meet you
here of all places!"
Several hours later...
Ranma drifted somewhere in that void between sleep and
wakefulness. Truthfully, he was incredibly exhausted. Despite his
enhanced constitution, or perhaps because of it, he felt as if he had
just barely survived an incredible life-or-death battle.
Sensation tickled his senses, threatening to pull him back to
consciousness. The feeling was something familiar, but his clouded brain
couldn't place it. The sensation didn't feel that bad, in fact, it was
quite pleasurable. Somehow, a thought(finally) worked it's way into
clouded brain, telling him that maybe he should open his eyes, so he
did.
And froze at the sight of a fearsome feline face watching him,
crouched on the end of the bed. Apparently, her front paws and tongue
were responsible for the stimulation, part of his mind absently noted.
Ranma's cat fear was a powerful thing, so powerful in fact,
that his mind had created a cat persona to deal with it. Normally it
took prolonged exposure to trigger his "Nekoken" state, but a sufficient
feline shock could do as well. The highly sensitive part of him the paws
and tongue where paying acute attention to, was more than enough to do
the trick.
Nabiki had slipped into the room intent on getting in on the
action, but Ranma's reaction to her attempt at "preparing" him for the
task ahead, was not quite what she expected.
The middle Tendo was about to discover a whole new meaning to
the phrase, "Hello Kitty!"
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Author's notes:
KP: Doing a little setting up of the plot here. Don't worry if some
things don't make sense. All will be revealed and explained in time.
Shampoo: (stomps up to author, angrily) Why make stupid girls sound like
Shampoo!? They steal Shampoo's lines and catch phrases! (Holds up signed
piece of paper) Shampoo have exclusive contract!
KP: (sweatdrops) Ah, aheh. Be right back folks. I hope, but before I go,
I just wanna say thanks to HPackrat for pre-reading this...