Anime Addventure : Pokegirls: Tendo Indiscriminate Taming School

by tutcat

Anime Addventure, Ranma, Pokegirls, other craziness, Lemony goodness (all stories up for adaption) minor fixes

6. Chapter 6

While Asrial was learning more about Pokégirl Ideals of Team Building Exercises, another team was preparing for another harsh encounter.

"You sure this is safe?" asked Ranma for the fifth time, as Kasumi worked to properly secure the blindfold over his eyes.

"Do you really want to walk into a slightly upset, nude Akane while she's floating in a tube?" asked Nabiki.

"I'd rather not walk in at all," grumbled Ranma.

"But don't you want to be there to support her?" asked Kasumi.

"I want to not get hit too," grumbled Ranma. Besides, he already knew Akane would kill him as soon as she learned of his activities the last twenty four hours. He highly doubted Akane's personality would shift just like Kasumi's did.

Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he'd survive two Kasumis.

"Keep the blindfold on and we'll be fine," sighed Nabiki. She certainly didn't want to excite her sister into her usual knee-jerk actions in the one place they were safe at the moment. And while she hoped a near-death experience would change her sister, Nabiki severely doubted it would be enough to make the youngest Tendo accept the world they were in.

"So then, shall we go inside?" asked Kasumi as she finished stitching the blindfold tight. Even if he changed forms, that blindfold was not coming off.

"Let me make sure Nurse Jill can clear the room of any Joys who don't know about our secret," Nabiki responded. As stopped in her turn to give one parting glare to her sister. "Do try to keep from jumping him while we're in there."

Kasumi gave a mock-pout, a fact that was lost on the blindfolded Saotome, in response. "I'll be good."

Sighing and beginning to rub her forehead as she felt a migraine coming on, Nabiki turned and made her way towards the door to Akane's room.

"Is she going to be okay?" asked Ranma.

"Oh, she'll be fine," said Kasumi with a smile, before she gave Ranma a friendly kiss on his lips.

"What was that for?" he asked, as she backed away from his lips. "Not that I minded and all…"

"For good luck," she whispered, as she placed his arm around her waist. "Come on," she purred, as she led him to the door. "Let's go see how healthy Little Sister is."

Nabiki knew her sister was mostly okay, not by sight, but by sound.

"Nothing is wrong with my sex drive!" bellowed Akane.

"Man, she's loud," commented a Nurse Joy with a name-tag that claimed she was 'Mary'. "Someone's pretty tense about her sex life."

"My sex life is none of your business!"

Mary snorted. "Must be a Tomboy Pokégirl."

"WHAT!" she screamed, before spotting her smirking sister at the entrance to the healing lab. "Nabiki!" she yelled, looking pleadingly at her sister. "Tell these people I'm not a pokégirl!"

Nabiki nodded. "She's not a pokégirl."

Akane's eyes narrowed at her sister's bland tone. "… You could be a little more adamant about it, you know."

Nabiki just smiled, as if she was dealing with a young child. As long as the Nurse Joys who weren't in the loop about the fact they were all one-hundred percent humans thought it wasn't a joke or that they were simple females who never underwent threshold, they were safe from that secret being spread about the world to people who they really didn't want to meet. "Jill, could we have some privacy with our sister?"

Jill nodded, gaining a bit of understanding of what the Tendo girl wanted. "Okay, if you all would put everything on automatic, we need to clear out then. Ms. Tendo, would you like me to stay and monitor everything."

Nabiki nodded. It was best to trust those already in on the secret for the moment. Besides, an experienced voice in the room would hopefully help dissuade Akane from her earlier notions of what and how the group should be acting.

"Ah," pouted Mary and a few other joys. "I was hoping to see home fireworks," she said, standing up. "Come on ladies, let's go to the lounge," she said, before she paused, eyes wide.

This fact was mirrored by several of the other Joys as Kasumi escorted Ranma into the room.

"It's them," muttered a Joy in awe.

"Ranma!" growled Akane, spotting the scene, focusing on Ranma's arm around her elder sister's waist. Her own nudity hadn't even registered at the moment, as her mind took on a usual tunnel-vision aspect at the sight.

"Now Akane, let's not be rude," admonished Kasumi. "After all, we can't expect Ranma to walk around this room blindfolded, he could hurt himself. He would never do something bad to me," she said.

The fact that her hand was currently rubbing his backside and was shielded from the view of the others was beside the point. But she didn't feel like Akane needed to know that, she hadn't asked if Kasumi herself was doing anything to Ranma aside from guiding him.

"And Little Sister, he is blindfolded so he can be here to support you without looking at your exposed form," she teased.

"Not like they haven't seen each other nude before," muttered Nabiki, before she turned her gaze on the awe-struck Pokécenter staff. "The door's over there," she said, pointing behind the duo.

"We can all talk after we get finished talking with our sister," said Kasumi with a bright smile. She was feeling so good at the moment. Sure, she had her 'breakfast' interrupted, but now she felt like a sexually desirable star. She was famous—granted to a small amount of people—but she was still famous and desired.

A few of the Joys giggled, blushing heavily, as they passed by the two. One named Mindy even paused to whisper something into Kasumi's ear, making the girl's eyes go wide, before nodding slightly. The result was the Joy scampering away, giggling like a school girl.

Nabiki just shook her head as she went to the door and locked it. She really didn't want to know what her sister had heard; she hoped it certainly didn't involve her.

Please, to whatever Kami were listening, please don't let it involve her!

Akane just stared, seething a bit, before her tunnel-vision collapsed. "Eek!" she squealed, as she struggled to move her limbs to hide her nudity.

"What?" asked Ranma, heading whipping back and forth. "What happened? Why'd Akane squeak like that?"

"Little Sister finally realized we can all see her nude form," cooed Kasumi, before she giggled lightly.

"And she's not moving to cover herself … why?" asked Nabiki.

"Field restraints to keep her from injuring herself," said Jill as she quickly checked the scans. Sure, a part of her hoped good service would be … rewarded in ways of the Taming, but she was a professional first. "It looks like she's healed enough to come out though," she murmured, as she started the draining sequence for the medical tank. "The system will be off soon, Ms. Tendo. Please remain calm; I'll have your sisters help me place you on a gurney."

Akane sighed, as she felt feeling return to her limbs. Her side ached … a lot, like she had been kicked by a mule.

"Now you're side will be real sensitive for the next few weeks," said Jill as the tank slowly moved to a horizontal position, allowing it to drain and leave Akane lying on her back. "And even after you leave here, you should stop by any Pokécenter you come across with a Type-3 medical facility to ensure nothing is wrong. Cloning human tissue like we did was very difficult, and to be quite honest, we're not sure how well we did. But hopefully, the tissue will remain stable until the cells are replaced naturally."

Akane just nodded; her eyes still wide in shock at what the nurse said. Was she really still that sick?

"We came very close to losing you, Akane," said Nabiki from beside Jill. "You're going to have to learn how to act here, because I don't want something like this happening again."

"What's that supposed to mean?" grumbled the youngest Tendo, as a spray came on, washing the rest of the healing fluids off her.

"Its means no more being mean to Ranma," said Kasumi as she led the blindfolded martial artist to the group.

"He was being a pervert!" accused Akane.

You have no idea who the true pervert is, mused Nabiki.

"Hey, how is it my fault Alice and Cyan wanted to do that with me?" he asked.

"It … it just is!" cried Akane, as the seal was released. Jill was able to easily slide the wounded Tendo over to the gurney, allowing the human girls to see the formerly damaged area from the bite. The area was still discolored, the very pale skin contrasting to the normal tan the rest. The surgery had gone well enough, there seemed to only be the color difference to show where the bite and acid had been.

"Was she always this unable to justify her conclusions?" asked Jill.

"Oh yeah," grumbled Ranma. "She never listens to me."

"I do too!"

"Since when?" asked Ranma.

"Enough you two," sighed Nabiki, reaching up to try and rub her headache away. Putting them in a room together was always a recipe for disaster, especially at times when calm emotions and heartfelt reactions were called for. "My own fault, really; I assumed in a situation like this, you two could be civil."

"I am being civil, she's/he's not!" the two replied.

Jill just looked between the two as she set the instrument pads on Akane. "Yes, I'm beginning to see why you asked us to ensure no males entered here."

"You don't know the half of it," muttered Nabiki. Honestly, she had to wonder how their parents ever got together if the two fathers considered antics like this to be a basis for a loving relationship.

Taking a deep relaxing breath, she looked over to Kasumi and Ranma. "Ranma, why don't you go with Kasumi and get some groceries for lunch and dinner today, maybe take the others with you."

"Others?" asked Akane. "Did those other hussies come here too?" she asked.

"Hussies?" asked Ranma.

"She means Shampoo, Ukyo, and Kodachi," said Kasumi, trying to be helpful. "And no Akane, they didn't come. We just made some new friends lately.

"Oh, and we should stop at the cafeteria before we go for a quick breakfast. I hope they have some sausage, nuts, and fresh juice," she said with a naughty smile, licking her lips.

Her comment just sent Ranma sputtering and Nabiki narrowing her eyes.

"Some sausage sounds good," muttered Akane. A western-style breakfast sounded nice at the moment, she did feel a little hungry.

"See Nabiki, Akane wants some sausage too!" Kasumi said with a smile.

"Just go!" cried Nabiki, pointing to the door. "And try and stay out of trouble, or at least not bring home anymore new friends; can you do that for me?"

"What's wrong with new friends?" asked Ranma.

"GO!"

"Ms. Tendo, please don't yell, this is a medical center," admonished Jill.

Nabiki twitched a bit, trying to reign in her anger. They're doing this just to get to me, I swear… "Just go while I stay and help … educate Akane about our situation. I'm sure the good Nurse here will help me prove I'm not exaggerating."

"Well, if you think it's for the best," said Kasumi. "Oh, I hope the Fortune Farms booth is still at the market," she said, brightening, as she nearly dragged Ranma out of the room. "Come on, Ranma, we need to get the others!"

"Hey, Kasumi, slow down! Ack! Kasumi, slow—" his pleas were cut off as she dragged him out the door.

Sighing at the removal of a distraction she hoped would be several hours in the making; she turned to her sister, who was now covered with a light bed sheet.

"Can I have a gown or something?" asked Akane.

"I'm sorry, but we need to have quick access to the area," said Jill. "But when you go out for short stints in a wheelchair, I'm sure we can have something for you then, perhaps you can even eat lunch with your family if we can get through everything we need to before lunch.

Nabiki nodded, as she pulled up a seat to her sister's bedside, and proceeded to begin the chat about the history and culture of the world they were on.

The fact said chair was on the Tendo's weaker side was done for a pretty obvious reason. Akane reacted badly sometimes to sudden changes.

Tip-toeing, Asrial tried to be as sneaky as she could. "Okay, you're sure there's nothing we should worry about concerning security?" The Salusian asked the Electric-type pokégirl seriously as they stood behind the back of the currently closed Greasy Pete's Garage.

To that inquiry, the Peekabu nodded her head. "Yep. Boss had us as security detail. Hell, I was used to power the defense systems around here."

The Salusian nodded her head. "And you think those systems are going to be down without you powering them?" She asked with all due seriousness; this was important after all. She wanted to get that Class-A Landmaster RV up and running again WITHOUT them having to depend on people for favors. She felt the less people had to interact with their small group of dimensionally-displaced misfits, the better.

Tilting her head, Kiiro looked directly at her Alpha. "Oh yeah," she snorted. "The fence we got past should have been electrified..." and it was her that had to charge the generators. The place wasn't hooked up to the city, per se. Her former master, her 'boss' depended on her so he'd have to pay less in bills to the city.

"...Oh..." Asrial really didn't know what to say about that. Being used to power ALL the defenses of a place? "He really was a cheap bastard, wasn't he?" She asked in the Peekabu in all seriousness.

Kiiro shrugged her shoulders, but didn't refute the claim.

"All right, since there's no one here..." the Salusian looked over to her other side, at Alice, who she'd also brought with her. "Think you can get us in there with your teleportation?" She didn't want to have to move any of the police tape right away and alert someone to them being inside. When it went down, she wanted the RV gone.

The Shadowcat scratched her chin as she considered it for a moment. "I don't know," she admitted. "I've never been here before so it's not exactly in memory..." the Cat-type pokégirl frowned. "If we can find a window so I can get a good look inside, I might be able to wing it though..."

Hearing that, Kiiro pointed up towards the roof of the building. "There's that window. It opens towards the ceiling of the shop. The Boss would sometimes have me and Blowtorch open it on hot days since our AC went kaput last year. The darn thing got stuck a few month's back after they tried to use Viceclamp to open it though; she did a number on it." Oh well, just as long as they didn't stand on her in some what to get up to that window, using her as a piece of furniture like the CharAmanda would, she'd be perfectly fine with whatever they did.

Looking up at the window, Alice let off a low whistle. "How do you expect me to get up there?" She asked, wanting some suggestions.

"Use Agility," Asrial told her. "I read up on the Shadowcat entry in Ranma's PokéDex. You should be able to handle that jump yourself if you just enhance your reflexes with that technique." She tilted her head. "You do know Agility, right?"

That advice from her Alpha made Alice raise an eyebrow in interest. "That could work..." she admitted, impressed by her Alpha's ingenuity. Standing there for a moment, she held her arms out to the sides and stretched, trying to limber up. A pale yellow aura shimmered around her body for a moment as she used her power. "All right then," the black-furred feline said before she jumped up high, catching onto the rain gutter with her hands. She held on for a moment, getting a good look of what was in there. "OKAY!"

"Okay, what?" Asrial asked as the Shadowcat let go and elegantly landed on her feet. She blinked her eyes as the Shadowcat placed a hand on her shoulder and her other hand on the Peekabu's... right before everything went... 'swirly', she guessed. She wasn't sure how to describe such a sensation.

As the Alice released her shoulder and the world came back into focus, Kiiro stumbled a bit before she fell down to her knees. "Oh wow... that... wheee..." her eyes were slightly spinning. "Never done that before!" She squeaked out in surprise.

Watching the antics of the Peekabu, the Shadowcat smirked. "Never Teleported before, eh?" She licked her lips as she saw that the Salusian, while obviously dizzy from the experience, was still standing. "It seems our Alpha at least has more going on in this regard. How're you holding up, Alpha Asrial?"

Pressing a hand up against a wall for balance, Asrial shook her head a bit to clear it of the dizziness she felt. As soon as the world seemed to stop turning around her, she replied, "No worse than going through a giant spin-cycle." And she HAD done that. Damned Professor Steamhead and his giant steam-powered washing machine and drier!

The Shadowcat nodded her head. "All right, Alpha. So what do you plan to do now that we're here?" She huffed as she looked around at the garage from the inside. The place was a freakin' dump! She has not a clue how the original owner did any business here with things as crappy as they seemed. Boxes stacked everywhere, loose tools strewn about, various stains of questionable origins splattered across nearly every surface...

"We look around for stuff to repair the RV..." Asrial said as she looked towards their vehicle, rubbing a hand along the surface of the frame. That asshole Pete had done a number on it. She just hoped she could get it going on her own. She may have been skilled but she had no clue how much the tech of this world could deviate from her own.

Coming up from behind her Alpha, Alice stared at the wreck. "What the hell happened?"

The short Peekabu frowned. "Boss, my former owner, is what happened to it. Asshole really did a number on their vehicle to get revenge on Master for knocking him unconscious and refusing him the chance to Tame Alpha Asrial's ass." She was so glad her new master Tamed her oh-so thoroughly! Nothing of the last Bond she had with that bastard remained, replace by the affection and will to follow connected to Ranma. Oh, if she ever saw Pete again, she was going to kick his ass now that she no longer had an Alpha Bond to hold her back.

Considering that for a moment, the Shadowcat nodded her head. "I have to admit... after tapping her once, I'd be a little frustrated if I couldn't have some of that skunk-girl's ass." She said while appreciatively eyeing the Salusian's posterior.

To that, Kiiro energetically nodded her head in agreement. "Alpha Asrial has such a fine 'ba-donka-donk' booty!" She proclaimed happily.

Her eye twitching erratically, Asrial firmly told the two, "I swear if one more person jumps my ass, someone will die!"

The Peekabu and Shadowcat looked at each other for a moment before grinning.

"Eeek!" Asrial shrieked aloud, her body stiffening as she felt two hands slap both of her butt-cheeks. "HEY!" She spun around suddenly to glare at the two pokégirls. Her left eye twitched as she saw both Kiiro and Alice looking away and whistling innocently. Where the heck they got the halo's to float over their heads for effect, she had no clue. "I'm serious you two!" She said in all seriousness. "What is people's fixation with my ass anyway!?" She demanded to know.

"You're a skunk-girl," Alice replied as if that explained everything. As her Alpha continued to stare at her, she further added, "Mephitits and Skunkettes just love anal-sex and spankings so its only natural people would assume you love it too." Hell, the Shadowcat was certain the Alpha loved them.

Raising a hand, the Peekabu quietly spoke up, "Alpha Asrial? Will we still get a chance to jump your ass? We are in the same harem..."

Asrial sighed and took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down. Counting backwards from five for a moment, the Salusian turned to the Peekabu. "Not right now..." she answered, although it came out more as a mumble. Okay, so she was a skunk-girl, that didn't mean she liked people playing with her ass! So what if her tail was a major turn-on for her? That didn't mean anything! Really!

Shivering as she felt the Cat and Mouse-type pokégirls nuzzling her tail, the Salusian forced herself to stay calm and collected. Turning about suddenly, she told them, "Listen! We need to get this RV up and running! We have all the pieces of the engine still here," she motioned to the pile of parts on the floor near them. "But I'll also want to add upgrades too! So let's look around and take what can work!"

Smiling widely, Kiiro nodded her head rapidly. "Sure thing!" She replied with exuberance. "I know where everything is." Turning to look over her shoulder at the state of the garage, a small sweat-drop trickled down the side of her head as she chuckled nervously. "Well, almost everything anyway..."

Asrial nodded her head at the Peekabu's response. This would help things go smoother than she hoped. "Good! First bring me your former master's tools." She started to take off her cape as she told them, "I'll need them so I can get to work." Turning to Alice, she asked the Shadowcat, "I'll want you to search around for anything that is useful while Kiiro helps me get started."

Nodding her head, the Shadowcat mock-saluted the Salusian. "Aye, aye Alpha! I'll see if I can find something useful for the RV."

"See that you do..." Asrial muttered as she went to picking up a piece of the engine and frowned as she looked it over. While at least none of the parts looked like they were outright damaged, it was just going to be a pain to figure out how to get them working again. At least there were the parts for a traditional piston setup. But there was just so much more...

Sighing, Asrial shook her head as she unzipped her jacket. "Well, no time like the present..." she said as she tried to psych herself up for what was to come. A lot of hard work! She just wished the garage wasn't on the west end of the city. High noon and they'd have the sun beating down on the metal structure from now until it set. Damn, that Greasy Pete really was a cheap bastard! He could've at least pitched in for a new air-conditioner for this place!

Gently patting her sister's hand, Nabiki asked her sister, "Are you feeling calmer now?" She'd given a moment of pause to allow Akane to gather her wits. She was sure there was much her younger sister was going to want to know...

And she was right. As soon as she could, Akane was asking questions. "All right, Nabiki, just what is going on?" She asked in a tone of voice that conveyed her annoyance. "I mean, why the hell are the nurses here acting like I should be having sex with every BOY in sight!?" She practically spat out the word 'boy'. Honestly, what were these perverts thinking?

Nabiki rolled her eyes. Well, this wasn't going to be easy. While she knew her younger sister had seen their sister Kasumi playing the games once in awhile, Akane didn't play nor even bother to learn about PokéMon, meaning it was going to be even harder to explain it to her than it had with Kasumi or Ranma. Hell, even Ranma knew a little bit about PokéMon at the very least!

Realizing that her sister was still staring at her, the middle Tendo daughter realized she had to get this over with at some point. Taking a deep breath, Nabiki decided to give it to her sister straight, "They think you're a pokégirl. Apparently, you can pass for a Tomboy VERY well."

Akane blinked her eyes once, twice. "Pokégirl? Tomboy?" She frowned as her brow furrowed. While she had been confused about them calling her a 'pokégirl' earlier, that secondary term was something she was all-too familiar with from home. "Are they trying to insult me? I am not a tomboy!" She shouted indignatly.

Shaking her head, Nabiki replied, "No, not tomboy as in a girl without any feminine mannerisms, Tomboy as in the breed of pokégirl."

Frowning at that response, the youngest of the Tendo girls asked her older sister, "Well, then just what the heck is a Tomboy Pokégirl then?" Somehow, she justknew she wasn't going to like the answer.

Sighing as she really did have to give it straight forward, the Middle Tendo daughter explained, "A pokégirl is a female creature with special powers, impressive libido, and a natural psychology to submit to a 'master'. Pokégirls were originally created by Sukebe as super-soldiers, sexual partners, and servants. All pokégirls have some sort of special ability, if not looks, that separate them from human women."

Before Akane could interrupt, Nabiki continued. "A Tomboy, also known as the 'Uncute Pokégirl'," she sighed as Akane was glaring at her. "Is a breed of pokégirl of the 'Normal' element. At first glance they look completely normal girls who work out a lot, however, this perception changes when the girl in question lifts a large boulder intent on smashing it on someone's head. Though calm and polite with friends and family, most Tomboys have little interest in Tamers of either gender, arguing with them, hitting them, and just causing trouble with for the Tamer in general." Sitting back in her chair, the middle Tendo daughter asked her younger sister, "Sound familiar at all?"

Nabiki would have also mentioned how, like their name stated, Tomboys were rather boyish in appearance, having small A-cup breasts and little to no figure but she didn't. She wasn't suicidal, after all...

Akane blinked her eyes at that question and tilted her head. Pondering it for a moment, the bed-ridden Tendo sister finally admitted, "Not really."

Slapping herself on the face at the response she got, Nabiki sighed in annoyance. "Akane," the brunette groaned. "That"s how you act..."

"Is not!" Akane shrieked and tried to sit up... and fell back, wincing in pain as her side hurt very much then, making her regret her sudden movement.

Lowering her hand, Nabiki gave a mental thanks to the insight she had to side on her sister's currently 'bad' side. "You bash Ranma over the head over stupid things all the time," she dead-panned.

Frowning a little sadly, the youngest Tendo let off a small sigh as she considered that. Looking over to her sister, she admitted, "Okay... so I hit him once in awhile..."

Staring at her sister with a half-lidded stare, the middle Tendo shook her head. "If 'awhile' to you means 'daily' then yes, I firmly agree that you hit him once in awhile..." Nabiki drawled out.

Akane frowned, crossing her arms over her chest... and wincing in pain as she moved major muscle groups that had recently been generated. "Where are we anyway?"

"We are at a PokéCenter, specifically, the Pewtit City PokéCenter." The most mercenary of the Tendo daughters held up her hand. "Before you ask, I'll explain that a PokéCenter is a gathering place for Pokégirl Tamers. While in a PokéCenter a Tamer can have their pokégirls healed, fed and run through Taming cycles, as well as access information at data terminals, chat with fellow Tamers and if the PokéCenter allows it, have PokéBattles. All Tamers regularly visit PokéCenters as this is sometimes the only place where they can have all their needs met."

"Okay..." Akane slowly replied as she nodded her head slowly to what Nabiki had to say. She could accept that. So, pokégirls, from what she could understand, were just, more-or-less, beasts of burden that needed an idiot boy to control them. She frowned at that thought. As if she'd ever let some stupid, idiot boy control her like these pokégirls that seemed to be all-too-happy to allow them to control them.

Finally, the middle Tendo daughter spoke up. "Do you get it?" Nabiki asked after allowing Akane a moment to consider what she had to tell her so far.

After a minute or two, the youngest Tendo replied, "I think so." She took a deep breath. "So what do Tamers do to keep control of these girls? Force?" It would be just like the boys of this world to try and push their weight around, bullying pokégirls into doing whatever they commanded of them.

Nabiki sighed. She was so not looking forward to this. "Taming."

"Taming?" Akane frowned, recognizing that word. "That's what those stupid pink-haired nurses were commenting about when it concerned me. What the heck is Taming and what the hell does it have to do with sex!?"

Nabiki let out a deep breath. She hadn't been looking forward to this but knew it needed to be done. "Put simply Akane-chan, Taming is sex. The process was given a somewhat neutral name because three-hundred years or so ago when they were just getting used to controlling pokégirls for their own ends, the people here still had those annoying little things known as 'morals' and 'taboos'. But make no mistake, Taming is necessary in order for a Tamer to develop a relationship with their pokégirls."

The youngest Tendo just stared at Nabiki. No, she redefined stared. "WHAT!?" She screamed. "How the hell does Taming develop a relationship between Tamers and pokégirls!? THE TAMERS ARE RAPING THEM!"

"Actually, some like that..." Nabiki muttered.

"WHAT!?" Akane shrieked and tried to sit up again, before crying out in pain and laying back into the bed suddenly. "Damn, damn, damn, DAMN!" She mentally cursed. It just hurt so much when she tried to do anything with her body right now.

Nodding her head, Nabiki continued to explain, "That and because Taming creates a psychic connection known as a 'Bond'. Due to pokégirl biology, pokégirls normally bond to a particular Tamer. Those that manifest bond regard him, (or her) as the pack leader and will often defer to that Tamer." With Akane staring at her in shock, the middle Tendo sister continued to explain, "Taming must be between two or more people. Pokégirls cannot Tame themselves. Most hypothesis conclude that the Taming fulfills some need in the pokégirls' brain chemistry that must be renewed every so often in order for their minds to stay clear."

Tilting her head, Akane stared at her sister curiously. "Stay clear?" She asked. "How would sex have their minds stay clear?" Were these bastards drugging the pokégirls too!? Dear kami! Date rape!

"A pokégirl that isn't Tamed often enough will eventually sink into a Feral state, losing her intelligence," Nabiki told her younger sister seriously. "So long as there is a partner participating in the sexual act, the Taming need in a pokégirl is fulfilled. The partner may be either male or female, it doesn't matter so long as it's human."

Seeing Akane nod her head slowly, Nabiki decided not to mention how two pokégirls who had not gone Feral could even Tame each other. This only worked about half as well as sex with a human would. It would wear off faster, resulting in the pokégirls needing their next Taming sooner than usual. The group couldn't have the pokégirls just Taming each other non-stop... even if it seemed like that was all that was happening now with Ranma's harem.

The youngest Tendo was quiet for the longest time as she considered all of this. The pokégirls, the Tamers, the... Taming. It was all so much but... kami... a world based on only sex!? "So..." Akane finally started to speak up as she came to a conclusion. "They're just mindless sluts that need sex and they work for people around here like donkeys do for us?"

Nabiki frowned. "Akane, I would slap you for saying that if it, sadly, wasn't the dominant general mindset the people of this world have for pokégirls." Staring at her sister, she told her, "And you should be thankful for those 'sluts' as you call them. You'd be dead right now had they not looked after you."

Crossing her arms over her shoulders, the currently bed-ridden Tendo daughter huffed in aggravation. "If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have gotten hurt at all!" After all, it was those stupid catgirls that chased Ranma and wanted to do perverted things. If she didn't do something, he might have done something stupid. And then there was that evil spider-woman-thing...

Nabiki just narrowed her eyes. What the hell was with Akane? Obviously it was going to take some effort to get this girl's head out of her ass. Although admittedly, now that she thought about it, maybe there was some truth to that. Ranma DID say it was a pokégirl that had hurt Akane in the first place. Still, it didn't excuse her attitude...

Then again, Akane was angry and lashing out. Nabiki knew that she should've shown up when Akane was calmer than she was right now but that wouldn't help her in the long run and Nabiki needed to break that habit here and now. Especially since her younger sister's actions could cause them real trouble down the road if left unchecked. "Akane," Nabiki started in a deceptively calm voice. "The problem stems from this being a world not our own. Our rules don't apply and you ignored this world's ways in favor of your own." She leaned forward. "And I mean the world inside your head."

The youngest Tendo sibling just gawked at her older sister. "What!?"

"Akane..." Nabiki sighed. "What you see as evil, immoral, perverted and stupid, is perfectly NORMAL here!"

Akane twitched... lots. "Zuh?"

The most mercenary of the Tendo girls nodded her head at her younger sister's confusion. "Akane, I know how you generally show a compassionate side and are helpful towards anyone in trouble," Nabiki admitted, (even if she more often than not showed that compassion to her own and Ranma's rivals). "But you're a stubborn and very short-tempered girl. You frequently become angry and jealous and are apt to hit Ranma when you become such." She took a deep breath. "And I will yield that it's often a reaction to Ranma's own bad traits like his smart mouth and insensitivity but it's not the only problem. You also suffer rampant paranoia and generally believe the worst of the situations that involve Ranma." Leaning forward in her chair, Nabiki made eye contact with Akane. "And that attitude won't fly in this world. Not when women have next-to-no rights whatsoever. Weneed Ranma if we're to survive!"

Akane leaned back and shivered slightly. The tone that her sister conveyed was really unnerving. And what she had to tell her was even more so. "Wuh-what do you mean by 'no rights'?" The Heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts asked in a voice barely above a nervous whisper.

Making eye-contact with her sister, Nabiki bluntly replied, "What I mean is if women are acting like you do, they tend to get captured, mind-wiped and made into docile little sex-pets. Period."

Akane twitched. And twitched. Twitched some more... twitched... Twi~iiiiiitched...

"Ah crap..." the middle Tendo daughter grumbled. "I think I broke her." Nabiki sighed and brought a hand up to rub her forehead. While not what she wanted to do, she was certain she at least got a few grains of truth concerning this world to break through into that thick skull of her sister's. If she got lucky, maybe she could break a few more illusions that her sister had before they met up with the others later for food...

...

...

And not the perverted kind, damn it!

Asrial sighed and shook her head. She was down to her bra and underwear, mostly because the room was so ungodly hot. After an hour of working on the RV in such temperatures, she'd sent Kiiro to try and fix the broken AC. That had been almost two hours ago so understandably, she had to take off most of her clothes or otherwise she would have keeled over from dehydration. Her fur might look nice, but it trapped heat like no one's business!

Closing the lid on the engine, Asrial stood back and wiped her brow with the back of her hand to get rid of the sweat there. "All right, Alice! Turn the key in the ignition." She shouted at the pokégirl sitting in the driver's seat.

"Got it," the Shadowcat replied as she placed her foot on the break and turned the key. The engine chocked for a moment before it sputtered before it finally roared and came to life.

Seeing as the RV was up and running Asrial sighed in relief and smiled. "Good, the hard part's over now." Smiling wider, the Salusian told the Shadowcat, "Turn up the AC on that thing. I need to cool down for a moment."

Nodding her head, the Shadowcat replied, "Roger that, Alpha!" She moved her right hand to the dashboard to look for the dial with the air conditioning and turned it to MAX.

Running around to the side of the vehicle, Asrial threw open at the passenger door and jumped into the RV. She sighed happily as the cool air from the vehicle's AC vents blew directly on her where she stood. "Aaahhhhh yeessss..." she hissed in relief.

Making sure the RV was in Park, the Shadowcat got out from the front cabin and made her way back. "I'm rather impressed, Alpha. You're quite a smart and skilled pokégirl to have fixed that mess in only a few hours." She walked past the Salusian standing by one of the air-conditioning vents and went to get her a towel from the back.

Although she was still facing towards the vent, the Salusian replied to the pokégirl, "I like fixing cars for fun." Although admittedly this one had been a challenge. She found out the hard way what a 'black water' power plant was. No wonder some of the parts smelled like shit and there was a literal air-purifier unit.

Walking back to the main compartment, the Shadowcat replied, "I can see that." She then tossed a towel to the Salusian, the white terrycloth landing over her head for a moment. "You may want to dry off."

Pulling the towel down her face and holding it in front of her, Asrial nodded and rubbed her fur down. "Yeah, thanks." She was definitely going to need a shower when she got back to the PokéCenter.

"Don't mention it," Alice replied as she looked her Alpha over. Damn, was she a sexy Salusian... whatever evolution/breed of pokégirl that was. She reached over and took another towel out of the cover.

Enjoying the cooler atmosphere, Asrial sighed as she continued to wipe off excess moisture In her fur. She blinked a couple of times as she felt a towel around her legs wiping her down there. "Huh?"

"You did so much for Master, I don't feel too useful." Alice admitted. She really didn't want her Master to punish her if Asrial told him that she didn't do anything to really help.

"Nonsense," Asrial said. "You got us in here without us having to break in. And should something happen, you'll be our ticket out of here quickly." Holding the towel in her hands, the Salusian smiled. "Teleport is a VERY useful technique."

Before the Shadowcat could reply, another female voice spoke up. "Aww... no fair!" Kiiro pouted as she came into the RV. She closed to door behind her and placed her hands on her hips as she looked the other two furry females over. "I was busting my butt trying to bring that AC back online and here you two are having fun together in air-conditioning without me!" It was rather hurtful...

Walking up to the distraught Peekabu, the Salusian pat the Mouse-type pokégirl on her shoulder. "We're not having 'fun'," Asrial told her. "We're just talking."

Nodding her head in acceptance, a smile soon blossomed on the Electric-type's face. "Well... do you want to have some fun?" She asked hopefully. She could use a break from trying to get some life back into this place.

Alice grinned at the request. She turned her head and looked at Asrial before she shrugged her shoulders. "Don't see why not..." she giggled mischievously.

"Wait a minute," Asrial said in all seriousness. "We've already had a Taming today and we really need to stay on-" she was cut-off as the Shadowcat hugged her and kissed her on the lips, the Cat-type's tongue exploring her mouth.

Asrial's eyes widened as she was kissed, she practically jumped out of her fur when she felt those hands squeeze, rub and caress her ass and tail. God almighty, how did these people know to go for her tail!?

Clapping her hands in delight as she saw a Taming was coming, Kiiro knew of something that would make this really fun and told them, "Give me a moment! I remembered where I have something in this place that Alpha Asrial will just love!" She quickly scampered out of the RV.

Alice continued to make out with her Alpha, enjoying the sensations. She had to admit, the Salusian had a nice, pleasing taste that somewhat sated her. It was definitely very nice. Not to mention, the fur of her tail was just SO soft!

Finally, Asrial broke the kiss and panted slightly. Staring at the Shadowcat for a moment, almost glaring at her. "Just what are yo-mmmph!?" Her eyes widened as Alice kissed her again. What was with this girl and kissing so much?

Even as the two made out, the Electric-type returned from her search. "I'm back!" Kiiro shouted triumphantly as she made her way up to her Alpha and harem-sister. In her arms she held a rather large and heavy object while with one hand she grasped a bottle of lubricant.

Breaking the kiss a second, Asrial turned to look at the Peekabu... and stared wide-eyed at what was in the mouse-girls' arms. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" She shrieked.

"This," the Peekabu proudly proclaimed as she held up the large toy. "Is a Hillsfar Heavy Penetrator! Nine inches long and four inches thick! It's what my former master's lackey would use to Tame his Iron Maiden."

Gawking at the item, all Asrial could ask was, "Zuh!?" Although she didn't knew it, she was doing a nice impression of Akane from earlier in the day.

Staring at the very large dildo, Alice grinned just as mischievously as the Cheshire species she'd evolved from. "Perfect!" The Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl squealed in delight. "I know where my former master kept some handcuffs here." She said as she went to a storage space near where the roll-out beds were installed.

As her Alpha just stared at the toy, Kiiro told her, "Granted, it's a toy meant for large pokégirls only but I'm certain our proud Alpha can handle it." She gave the Salusian a smile that was simply darling.

Finally regaining her wits, the Salusian asked the yellow-furred mouse-girl, "Why would I want to?" Asrial frowned slightly as she placed her hands on her hips. No way, no how, not ever was she using that thing!

"Because you're our Alpha," Alice whispered into her ear as she clamped one handcuff around Asrial's wrist. She brought the arm behind her and grabbed for the other, getting that into the cuff as well.

"Hey!" Asrial shouted as she twisted as she was chained up again. "This isn't fair!" Granted, she could break out if she wanted to, but... looking at their faces, something just caused her to give into these two. They were like kids! Well, extremely perverted kids but kids you liked and just couldn't say no to.

Purring, Alice nuzzled her cheek against Asrial's. "Such a good Alpha..." she whispered huskily into the blonde Salusian's ear. Her hands unclipped the clasps of the skunk-girl's bra before the came around and groped her breasts for a moment right before pulling the article of clothing down.

Humming happily, Kiiro placed the heavy dildo down onto a chair and applied the lubrication to the length and girth of the very thick black dildo. "Alpha Asrial is going to love this," she said with a giggle. She carefully applied some lubrication to her fingers as well.

The Salusian firmly shook her head in a negative fashion. "Will not..." Asrial muttered. She groaned out as her breasts were fondled expertly by the Shadowcat. Why couldn't these girls stop molesting her? Well, realistically she knew it was either her or Ranma and she really didn't think he needed to be bothered any more than he did with this stuff.

Humming happily, Kiiro gripped the front waistband of Asrial's panties with her dry right hand, pulling them down the Salusian's legs. "Please lift her up for me, Alice," she politely asked the feline pokégirl.

"Can do," the Shadowcat replied as her hands gripped Asrial's tits in a firm grip as she lifted her up. She smiled as the Salusian moaned. "That enough, Kiiro?" She asked the Peekabu. "I can lifting her up highter."

Pulling the panties away completely, the Peekabu answered, "It's good." Grinning, the Electric-type pokégirl spread the skunk-girl's legs before bringing her left hand up between them, index and middle fingers rubbing at her rosebud with lubrication.

Eyes widening at the contact there, Asrial hissed and squirmed in Alice's grasp. "You... two... nnnngh..." she shuddered as the fingers pushed past her rosebud. "Whyyyy..." she whimpered, shivering and bucking her hips as Kiiro pushed her fingers further into her backdoor.

"Because we love you," Kiiro replied honestly. She kissed Asrial's clit as she shoved her lubed fingers further up the Salusian's tail-hole.

"AHHH!" Asrial thrashed in the Shadowcat's and cried out as she bucked and writhed in pleasure. "Feels..." she trailed off as a shiver of pleasure went up her spine. She panted and groaned, unable to finish her reply as her breasts were expertly fondled, groped and played with.

Grinning, Alice asked, "Like it, Alpha?" She licked and nipped along the Salusian's neck. She expertly pinched the blonde Salusian's nipples as she could hear the Peekabu suckle on her clit.

The Salusian of Imperial birth nodded her head. "Yeeeeessss..." Asrial slurred out, groaning in pleasure.

"I'm glad," Alice replied as she kissed her Alpha's neck.

Letting go of Asrial's clit, the Peekabu licked her lips as she pulled her hand out from the Salusian's ass. "She's ready," she replied and she motioned over for the lubricated dildo, placed on center of a chair. "For this."

Feeling another kind of relief as the Peekabu removed her hand from her ass, Asrial panted for breath and groaned in pleasure. "Good... now I..." she blinked her eyes. "Ready? For what?" She groaned and shivered as chills went up her back.

The Shadowcat smiled as she lifted the blonde Salusian higher and carried a bit of distance. "Ready for... THIS!" Was her reply as she brought Asrial down suddenly. While it didn't penetrate right away, Alice knew that she aimed true, the toy pressing right up against her Alpha;s back-door.

At the sudden drop, Asrial's eyes widened almost comically. "WHAAAAAAAHHH!?" She screamed as the Shadowcat pushed down harder, causing her back-door to open up, allowing her back-passage to slowly become filled with the large dildo. "CHRIST ALMIGHTY!" She cried out and thrashed her legs as she was slowly penetrated by that unbelievably-designed dildo. She couldn't believe this was happening!

Getting on her knees before her also, the Peekabu spread Asrial's legs, allowing Kiiro to get a good look at what was going on. "Push down harder, Alice! I can see it going in!" She said excitedly. It was amazing to see how she was being stretched! She was now certain that Asrial was an evolution of Skunkette.

"Will do!" The Shadowcat responded, smiling widely. Hands moving from the Salusian's breasts and to her shoulders, the pokégirl pushed down, forcing the toy's base to press against the seat and the tip to press further up into the Salusian's tight asshole.

Force being exerted to push her down on the toy faster, Asrial cried out in pain. "Huuuurts!" She moaned while trying to relax and take it. However, it just felt so weird and it hurt, darn it! It just flippin' hurt!

When she was down half-way onto it, the Peekabu told her the holding their Alpha, "Pull her up now and then push down again!"

Nodding her head firmly, Alice did as the small Mouse-type pokégirl suggested. Grinning, her hands moved to the Salusian's armpits and she lifted Asrial up... before letting go, letting the skunk slide down on the dildo slowly... until her hands went to her shoulders again and pressed down!

"AAAHHHH!" Asrial cried out and squirmed, thrashing her legs out once more at either side of the Peekabu. "Goddamn it! It Hurts! It huuuurrrrtsss..." she moaned in pain.

Kiiro grinned as she watched. "Then why are you so turned on?" Honestly, she just thought this was just for show... well, maybe it was slightly uncomfortable, but it couldn't be that bad. Especially as Peekabu could see the Salusian was so moist down there! Her pussy was ready for some cock!

Smirking, Alice kept moving Asrial up and down on the cock for a few minutes before suddenly stopping. "You don't like this, Alpha?" She grinned and took the handcuffs off from her wrists, freeing her. "Fine."

Her eyes going wide, Kiiro stood up and shouted, "Alice! What're you doing!?" They were supposed to be pleasing their Alpha!

Grinning at the look on the Peekabu's face, Alice moved around the Salusian and placed a hand on the Electric-type's pokégirl's shoulder. "We're going to let her prove that she doesn't like this, that she doesn't want to be Tamed." She smiled at Asrial. "Go on, Alpha Asrial. Get off."

Smiling a little as they allowed her to relax, Asrial replied, "Thank you..." she placed her hands on the front of the seat to ease herself so she could get off...

Yet she sat there...

Sat there...

Sat some more...

Raising an eyebrow, the Shadowcat tried to suppress her grin. "Well? Don't you want to get off? You were just telling us that you didn't like it. Come down and we'll get back to repairs if not upgrades."

Asrial groaned as glared at the smart-ass Shadowcat. "Darn... yoouuu..." she practically hissed before lifting herself up. It actually looked like she wasn't going to continue.

Tp that, Alice blinked her eyes in surprise. Okay, so maybe she didn't really want to do-the line of thought immediately dropped. The Shadowcat simply grinned as Asrial lowered herself back down on the dildo voluntarily. She turned her head towards her harem-sister. "See?" She asked the Peekabu. "She wanted it."

Kiiro watched, smiling as her Alpha started to go through the motions herself. "See? I knew you could take it, Alpha Asrial!" She praised as the blonde Salusian would lean forward to lift her ass up before sitting down to plunge it up in her back-passage.

Panting for breath as she tried to pace herself, Asrial looked at the two and groaned in pleasure. "Aren't... mmm..." she couldn't help but moan as it started to hurt less and less. "Aren't you two... going to-AH!" She gasped suddenly, her tail shuddering behind her. "Nnnn yeah... help me?"

Kiiro was about to run up to aid her Alpha when Alice placed a hand on her shoulder. "No," the black-furred Cat-type said. "You wanted us to let you go, so we are." The Shadowcat grinned. "You get to get yourself off, Asrial, just for us." She licked her lips as she stepped forward. "While you learn our proper place."

"What do you mean?" The Peekabu asked of her fellow pokégirl. "She's the Alpha!"

Turning to look at her harem-sister, the Dark/Psychic-type feline licked her lips. "She's also a pokégirl..." the Shadowcat replied with a grin. "I want her to remember that." She smiled caringly at Asrial. "Now, what are you?"

"A... Salusian..." Asrial groaned her reply. Slowly, she started to bounce up and down on the thick dildo more and more, moaning in pleasure at the sensations. It did hurt, she admitted but she was getting closer and closer to orgasming. And, honestly, she did NOT want something that big in her pussy!

Nodding her head slowly, the Shadowcat caressed the humping skunk-girl's face. "That's right..." Alice replied. "You're a Salusian, a pokégirl. Say it with me now. You're a..." she grinned as she waited for Asrial to fill in the blank.

"Suh-Salusian..." she moaned out and grunted in pleasure. She screwed her eyes shut as the two watched her act like a little slut while she rode the toy at a faster pace.

Tilting her head, the Shadowcat admitted, "I was looking for 'pokégirl'." Alice's eyes shimmered with mischievousness. "Say it."

Shaking her head firmly, the Salusian of Imperial birth told her, "No! Not... a..." she was panting for breath, lifting herself up and down harder and faster on the thick toy. Not... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Asrial screamed as she came and hard. Her body stiffened as her love juices flowed out of her pussy, covering the chair and dildo as she orgasmed.

Watching as the Salusian literally rode her orgasm, the Shadowcat smirked as she saw her still lifting herself up and down on the thick dildo to prolong her pleasure. "Yes you are. You're a pokégirl. In fact you're a very slutty one." She purred huskily. "Say it, Alpha! Tell us you're a slut!"

"Only-Ahhhh yesss..." she hissed in pleasure at a very good spasm before she shook her head. "Noo..." Asrial groaned and shuddered as she prolonged her own orgasm. It felt good, she could admit, even if it DID hurt. God, her ass was going to be sore when this was over...

Raising an eyebrow, the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl smiled. "Only what?" Alice asked as she leaned forward, her hands pinching and twisting the Salusian's nipples. "Only what?" She asked again, wanting clarification

The Salusian threw her head back as the pain in her breasts gave her another spasm as she was trying to come down from her post-orgasmic bliss. "YES!" Asrial screamed before grabbing Alice in her arms and kissing her fiercely, surprising the pokégirl.

Now it was the Shadowcat who was caught off-guard. "MMMPH!" She moaned into the kiss before relaxing. She purred and held the Salusian to her, he hands rubbing up and down along her Alpha's back.

Kiiro pouted but grinned as she watched Asrial take control, like a good Alpha should. Her eyes widened a bit as Asrial got off the dildo and pulled Alice to the side, licking, nibbling, kissing and fondling the Shadowcat. "Woah..." she whispered in awe. Asrial really could be such a good Alpha at times.

Purring into the kiss, the Shadowcat returned the gropes and fondles, her hands moving down and groping the Salusian's ass possessively. Breaking the kiss, Alice panted for a bit of air. "Slut..." she called the Salusian in a husky voice.

Panting for breath as well, Asrial just smirked. "Takes one to know one." So saying, she kissed Alice again, tongue exploring the other woman's mouth.

In the world of pokégirls, news only had the importance of how it affected the reader. Things that would affect say the price of Milktit milk in the area would only concern those who already paid a premium for that item. The world seemed consumed more with the 'how does this affect me' mentality than the world Ranma and the Tendo sisters had come from. Very few thought of the greater impacts of any event.

Those that did however were quickly able to amass what they desired. Team Rocket could use what they learned to their advantage, a skill born from tracking down the rare and exotic pokégirls, Lostech, Forbidden Tech, and so on for their own use. To a small extent, the groups that controlled the local Pokégirl Leagues and the governing body of the planet used this as well.

But in the end, they too could fall to the self-interest problem that affected the common citizens. It wasn't that they didn't care—which for many they didn't—but that the phrase 'ignorance is bliss' was a generally accepted mantra. What you didn't know about, what you didn't have haunt you, couldn't bother you. After all, if a Widow was found a thousand miles from you, it didn't affect you in any way, unless you were a Tamer who figured they could earn some quick cash by being one of the teams sent to destroy it.

So when a story appeared in the news sites and papers about the return of a formerly lost Tamer who had been missing for two years, only to arrive minus his original team of pokégirls and no memory of his former life, many just ignored it. For one, it mentioned he had been lost at Jusenkyo, so many just disregarded it. Those that knew of it, they had no plans to go near Jusenkyo, even before reading the article. For those that didn't, the first paragraph made them question the simple fact that someone would willingly go to that area, and if it only cost them their memories, well they were lucky.

Two, it happened in another league. So for many, what happened away from them, unless they made plans to get to that league for some reason, they could care less that some yokel managed to stumble out of the woods after being missing for two years. Hell, some figured he either owed people money or had gone underground for any number of illegal reasons.

But aside from those who would ignore the article, there were those who would care. It was sheer luck that when the article had first been written, Ranma had yet to update his list of pokégirls. If he had, then the new team would have been listed, and the fact that his Alpha was listed as Asrial, a Salusian, would have garnered the attention of Team Rocket, and thus exposed the location of something Gendo considered a threat sooner than the dimensional travelers would have liked.

It did mention he had been in the company of three human women, sisters, and one of them had nearly been killed by a spider-pokégirl that at the time of printing had been still reported loose. But human women were considered to be non-threshold women, thus nothing special was seen about them, certainly not the possibility they were in fact pureblooded human females. The fact one had been attacked in Buggy Woods was beside the point, unless plans were made to explore that area. And even then, they would have postponed those plans at that point, thinking the League would have sealed the area to hunt the dangerous pokégirl.

The names of the three Tamers who had attempted to capture the human females would have made news, and could have, as Gary Stroaks was a fair bit more well-known than Ranma Saotome. But that would only be noticed by those who read the gossip articles, which had taken that fact and ran with it. In those articles, the names of the women would have been ignored more for the juicy details of Gary's emerging criminal past—or the hints of such. The fact he had been defeated by Saotome without a pokégirl would hardly have been worth mentioning. And it would be several days before those gossip-mongers would get word of the finances that Tamer Saotome received from the actions of those boys—someone coming into a lot of cash from disgraced family heirs was always good news, as it meant someone new was in the social circles, thus giving the vultures fresh meat to pick at.

So in those contexts, Ranma Saotome would only receive any attention from the current readers from those that knew of him. Asrial or the Tendo sisters wouldn't receive a single thought or care because the articles didn't bother to mention them.

So thanks to those papers, Ranma would soon have to deal with the legacy of his analog. What that would mean would only be revealed of in time.

Kasumi smiled as she walked down the street, her arm wrapped around Ranma's left arm, as they made their way to the market.

The reason for her intense smile was not just the boy on her arm—though he was always a reason for her to smile now. Nor was it her sister's improved health—though she hoped that Akane wouldn't be such a violent maniac now.

No, what was the source of her happy rush was what had occurred after the duo had left the room Akane was resting in. They had been mobbed by several Nurse Joys, each one holding a packaged DVD of the bathroom encounter, each one wanting an autograph of the two humans as well as some pictures for prestige.

Ranma had only blushed at first, signing his name and posing for some pictures—the shot of him nude or nearly nude with the Nurse Joys pressed against him and Kasumi in various stages of undress hadn't started until Kasumi talked him into it. By the time he was beginning to enjoy it, forgetting that a formerly mallet-happy tomboy was only two rooms away, his stomach had reminded him of their duty: namely getting food for the day.

So they had gone looking for the other girls, ending up finding Kiiro being the mouse-toy for the cat-girl, and Asrial panting on the bed.

Ranma had stood there, eyes wide and his obvious reaction showing as a bulge in his pants as he took in the scene.

Kasumi pouted, sad that she had missed the fun, and said the next time they were going to play like that, they had better invite her. The fact that the catgirls had immediately looked ashamed said much about the power of the formerly demure Tendo.

As soon as she was coherent once again—and trying to put away her previous actions beforehand as if it hadn't occurred—Asrial asked if she could take Kiiro and Alice to see if she could fix the RV. The fact that Ranma and Kasumi now knew how likely help was to be from the local recommended by Officer Jolie, gave her permission, but Kasumi insisted that no matter what, they try and be back for lunch.

Which brought us to now, the group of a man, woman, catgirl, and elfgirl walking down the street to buy groceries and other necessaries.

Kasumi needed a new pair of panties and a bra after a pair of doe-eyed Joys had convinced her to part with what she had been wearing and sign them. Not that she minded being without for the moment—it gave her a thrill and made her feel just a tad naughty. They all wanted to get a few more changes of clothing and such, as well as some other outfits for the pokégirls—constantly wearing a leather outfit couldn't be good for you, especially when traveling and training. Ranma wanted to see what books and training gear he could find to work on his Art, especially to finding some techniques and such to make certain no other person suffered like Akane had.

It was kind of cute to Kasumi that he thought he would get to practice today.

But that stuff would only take a few minutes, food and such could be sent home by Ranma and they could spend a few extra minutes getting the proper clothing, assuming they didn't put it off till after lunch if Akane or Nabiki needed anything.

"I do hope they still have Fortune Farms sample booth," she wondered aloud.

Ranma wondered too. After all, he had to wonder why Kasumi was so hooked on those pokégirls. Who knew, perhaps he'd want one as well.

Cyan and Cassandra walked behind them, both somewhat focused on their Tamer's ass as he walked by, their Mistress—if what the delectable mouse-type pokégirl had said was true—as well, even as she occasionally groped their Master. Both figured they were most certainly better off than they had been with Gary—Sukebe burn his soul for all eternity. And this one was apparently good for more than one shot per night.

Cyan however felt something else, something she had first noticed in Buggy Woods when she was released on the young teenager. Something about him, some primal force within him seemed to sing to her, causing something in her very core to … purr? She knew Alice felt the same way, and it was likely the fact that Cyan was not a young pokégirl that her need for a Taming hadn't grown as quickly as the young Shadowcat. But the need to be bred by him wasn't coming just from how he acted, the fact he had saved her from Gary. No, it seemed to come from something deep inside of him.

And she was definitely intrigued. I may just watch Alice's Taming to see what happens, she thought, her sex moistening a bit, just from being near him.

Cassandra watched as well, still curious about the pureblooded humans that had rescued her. Within the last few days, a standard dynamic for her life had shifted drastically, from a life of fear and hatred to a life of pleasure and new possibilities. The visitors from another world were unique, open, and best of all fair. And to be honest, she wondered what more awaited her.

The fact there were two pairs of very fine asses waving themselves before her didn't hurt either, definitely more fit than Gary or his thugs had ever been.

"I can't believe they had so many of those DVDs made," muttered Ranma, bringing their pokégirls attention back to the talking humans.

"Well, they wanted to ensure they never lost their only copy," said Kasumi happily, her shoulder-bag holding several of them, all autographed. "And we still might need them later tonight for the other Nurse Joys." The fact she was fast becoming a sexual celebrity was something Kasumi found very exciting.

"Uh, yeah," muttered Ranma, somewhat uncertain now that he calmed down if he could handle being mobbed once again by fans. But at least they hadn't let the video out at least and he certainly didn't want to do anything that would get them in trouble or upset their hosts. "At least the clothing store is next to the market," he said, pointing ahead of them.

Kasumi nodded. "We'll, we have the proper sizes, so we shouldn't take that long and risk the food spoiling."

"I can always take it back quickly if we need too," offered Cyan. The aspect of getting some new clothes, just shopping in general, seemed to trigger something in her blood, a call of nature that was threatening to release itself. Odds were that if Ranma got her the right outfit, she'd probably jump him right then and there. Or perhaps she'd find an outfit in the clothing store that would make her Tamer forget about his silly little fear and jump her like the hot sex object she was, damn it!Control yourself, Cyan; it's just … shopping.

Shopping…

SHOPPING…

"SHOPPING!" cried the Cheetit.

The humans paused, turning back to face the catgirl. "Um … you okay?" asked Ranma, as Kasumi quietly giggled.

"Um … yeah," meekly offered Cyan.

"Right," sighed Ranma. "Well, let's get this over with."

"Okay," said Ranma, looking at the list, "you girls go get the stuff on the bottom of this, and a few vegetables Kasumi asked for," he said, tearing the list in half and handing it to Cassandra—he still felt a bit uneasy being so close to the cheetah girl.

"Sure," smiled Cyan, as she grabbed Cassandra's free hand, as she tore off down the aisle.

"I think she really wants to shop," said Kasumi with a smile, as she grabbed Ranma's hand, grabbing a shopping cart. "Let's go this way, so I can show you the Milktits," she said with a smile.

Ranma nodded. He did want to see what Kasumi found so appealing about them, as well as get some more milk—that stuff was pretty damned good.

It took them half a minute to find the proper area of the store. "Hello!" called Kasumi, as she saw the same elderly man from yesterday.

The elderly man looked up, slowly recognizing the girl from yesterday who had given him such a view of 'milking' one of his Milktits. "Ah, you again; how are you?" he asked, smiling largely at the sight of her in the new dress, and if his old senses weren't lying to him, without a bra this time.

"I'm doing well," she said with a pleasant smile.

"And whose your friend?" he asked, motioning towards Ranma, hoping it was a brother if for nothing else than to allow him to dream.

"Oh, this is my boyfriend, Ranma," she said, not noticing the sad look on the old man's face or the shock on Ranma's. As far as she was concerned, it was the truth. They were together intimately, had a deep friendship, and as far as she was concerned, in this world, there would be no other guy but him. That could change if they found a way home—hopefully with the pokégirls—but for now; he was her one and only male partner.

But turning slightly, and seeing Ranma's fish-like expression, she couldn't help but giggle before she gave him a passion-filled kiss, stemming any embarrassment he had—she really needed to help him open up more—and arousing the monster still angry at the interruption this morning. Catching sight of the bulge that was forming, she turned back towards the elderly man. "Ranma, this is… Oh, I'm sorry; I don't think I ever got your name, how inconsiderate of me."

"Oh," said the man, focusing his thoughts back to the present and not on lost chances. "Name's Mike, veteran employee of Fortune Farms for darn near forty years; I've been working for them like my old man and his old man."

"Oh my," smiled Kasumi. "A family business, that's admirable."

Mike smiled; his stance now prideful. It wasn't often you had such a response from such a pretty human woman.

"Where are the Milktits?" asked Kasumi.

"Oh, they're getting milked right now," said Mike, noticing the sad look on her face. "Oh, a Milktit fan, are you?"

Kasumi nodded happily. "When I get my license tomorrow, I want to get a Milktit."

Ranma nodded. "We were wondering if we could purchase one from your company before you guys leave," Ranma said nervously.

Mike nodded. "I see. Well, at least I know you've got taste, coming to see if you can get the best. And I have to admit ma'am, I know you definitely are a Milktit lover."

"Oh yes," said Kasumi. "In fact, everyone in our group just loved the Milktit milk and dairy products."

"Well, Milktit milk is part of a healthy diet," Mike said, his usual sales pitch finding its way into his small talk.

"YARN!" came a cry from a few aisles over, a voice that sounded very familiar.

"Clean-up on Aisle 3!" came a voice over the intercom. "Would the owner of a Cheetit please come to Aisle 3 as well."

"That can't be good," muttered Ranma, face slightly flushed now with embarrassment rather than passion. "I'll be back … maybe," he said, as he made his way to find Aisle 3. "Here, you better hold this," he said, handing Kasumi his PokéDex.

Kasumi just smiled as she watched her 'boyfriend' go off. Well, it made sense in a way, as they were together, intimately if she recalled correctly—and if she needed to, why she could check the DVD evidence in her bag for confirmation.

"Lucky guy," sighed Mike, as he turned back to the human girl. "Now then, what were you looking to be spending on a Milktit?"

Kasumi paused a bit. It finally occurred to her that in her haste to learn everything about them, she had failed to learn one thing: the cost of getting a Milktit. Oh, she knew grooming needs, diet requirements, suggested exercises, but she never learned what it cost to buy one. "What are the going rates?" she asked, trying not to appear unprepared.

Mike sighed, it was obvious the woman wanted a Milktit, and to be quite frank he couldn't bring himself to take advantage of such a hot woman. Sure, if he had only been thirty-forty years younger, he'd try and make a deal that ended with him getting into her panties. But alas, those parts didn't quite work like they used to. "Tell you what," he said, pulling out a piece of paper and writing on it. "I will sell you one for this if you can get your license before we head out in a few days."

Kasumi took the paper, looking at the number, eyes slightly narrowed. That was a lot of Credits. And to be clearly honest, she didn't know if they could afford that at the moment. I wish Nabiki was here, she's better at this than me, she thought sadly. Flipping open Ranma's PokéDex, Kasumi looked at it, trying to figure out how much they had to spend. Nabiki hadn't mentioned what possible jobs they might have available in the future to replace what money they had now.

As she scrolled down, she noticed Ranma's personal account was pretty full, apparently from good investments when the original Ranma had gone missing. It was still a good bit of change and could keep them in food for a while, or at least until they could get their plans together and get a job.

Next on the list were all the funds they had received when Gary Stroaks had been arrested. It was easily ten times greater than what Ranma had, and had notes that even more would be available after Ranma filled out some forms at a police station—apparently some money Gary was due to get after he reached a certain age all now went to Ranma, or at least would when he filled out the proper forms. Well, it would give them a reason to go see Officer Jolie again. She seemed like such a nice girl.

But then she noticed she had the option to scroll down again. Doing so, she saw they had also received the money from Gary's two friends, and while nowhere near the amounts of what Ranma had, they were still plenty enough for her to do what she needed to. But did she have the right too? Wasn't it being a bit selfish not to alert Ranma and Nabiki to the new cash she had discovered? After all, Nabiki's projections had been for what they had off Gary and what was initially recorded on Ranma's PokéDex.

Mike at this time saw her pensive face, and thought the girl was trying to decide if she really wanted the Milktit. Releasing a deep breath, he cursed himself for falling prey once again to a damned fine human woman in need. "Tell you what, I'll knock off ten thousand SLCs off the price if you can get your license by tomorrow, even let you pick one out of my current stock."

Screw family! "Really?" Kasumi asked, eyes large and shining.

Mike nodded. "Yeah, don't see no harm in it, and you look like a pretty decent girl, even the Milktits agree, and everyone knows we don't let someone buy one off us if the don't like the person.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" squealed Kasumi, hugging the elderly man and laying kiss after kiss on his cheek, leaving the old-timer speechless. Hell, the way her body was plastered against his, he was half-willing to cut the price in half and throw in a second Milktit; damn the effect a human woman had on him.

"No … no problem," he finally got out. "Just bring the PokéDex with you tomorrow with your new license and we can do it from here."

Kasumi pulled back, wiping a tear from her eye. "I—I'm just so happy right now," she said.

"So am I," muttered Mike. Hell, he could be attacked by a swarm of Buzzbreasts at that moment and he would die with a smile on his face.

"Well, I better go find my friends," Kasumi said hastily, her face filling with determination. She would pass that test first thing in the morning; nothing would stop her from getting her heart's desire.

"You do that," said the still-shocked man.

As Kasumi bowed slightly—inadvertently giving the man a flash of her unencumbered cleavage, she skipped off to find Ranma and the other girls in the store. Who knew, maybe she could find out later today at the Pokécenter what was involved with raising KhangAssCunts.

Mike however continued to stare after her for several minutes, trying to get his heart rate under control, while trying to burn the image of the human girl's lovely bra-free breasts into his mind. "Sometimes, I wonder why I don't retire, and I will never ask that question again. Let whatever deities control my life let me live just one day longer, it's all I ask."

Shaking his head, he caught sight of a small case lying on the ground. "What's this?" he asked, picking it up, and seeing two names on it: Kasumi Tendo and Ranma Saotome. "The human girl left this behind," he murmured. Well, he could just return it to her tomorrow.

Opening it up, his curiosity getting the better of him, he noticed a DVD inside. Well, it never hurt to look, did it?

Needless to say, he would be praying a lot that night, both thanking the heavens for his good fortune, and praying he'd live to see tomorrow.

Ranma could only look on in shock at the sight before him in the aisle.

"A little help please," asked Cassandra, somehow hogtied by no less than four different colors of yarn.

"Weeeeeeeee," squealed Cyan, as she tossed another ball into the air, five colors either wrapped or draped around her form already.

Ranma just palmed his face, before casting a glance to the employee beside him. "Just add it to my bill."

Ranma sighed as he tried to untangle Cyan from the mess of brightly colored string that had gotten draped over her. "Honestly, what happened?" He asked the feline pokéwoman. "What happened?" He repeated as she looked at him curiously. He couldn't believe she'd just lose it like that... it was just yarn for crying out loud!

With her master looking at her, a drop of sweat trickled down the side of Cyan's head and Cheetit chuckled very nervously. "I... I've liked to play with yarn ever since I was a kit." She gnawed on her lower lip. "And, well I... I haven't been able too in such a long time."

Ranma sweat-dropped. "You could've at least asked me first..." he told her seriously. "I would've bought it for you. Instead, we now got the guys who run the store sorta pissed..." he said, eyeing the employee in uniform that was standing by.

"Muh-Master..." The Elf gasped out. "Please... a little assistance?" She struggled a little, wrists tied to her ankles.

"Oh, right!" Ranma said as he let go of the Cheetit for a moment and ran over to Cassandra. He had no idea how the sylvan pokégirl got herself into such a position but his heart went out to her... even if it kind of reminded him of that time Akane tried to use a gymnast ribbon for the first time. "There...that ought to do it," Ranma told the Elf as he somehow got her untied.

Sitting up as she was freed of the brightly colored bindings, the Elf turned her head towards the Asian suddenly and she gave him a smile. "On thank you, Master!" She let out a breath of relief. "I just hate being bound... at least without consent or during Taming if the mood strikes..." she admitted, a slight blush coming to her cheeks.

And she wasn't the only one blushing. "Um... a little too much info, Cass." Ranma told her nervously. He noticed the clerk was holding his nose as he helped the Elf stand back to her feet, the Elf taking a moment to pat dirt off her thighs. The martial artist looked towards the clerk. "So how much for all that string anyway?"

The Clerk looked around rather than have to look at the raven-haired individual. "They're three-hundred SLC each and there's at least ten of them your pokégirl ruined." His tone of voice became condescending. "So think! Add an extra zero to that and you get?"

Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. He then offered, "...Three-thousand?"

The employee slapped his cheeks with his palms. "By the thousand gods! He did simple math! There ARE miracles!" His voice dripped sarcasm.

Her eyes narrowing, Cassandra frowned at the actions of the other person. She might not have been able to do much but she'd be damned if she stayed silent while this jerk tried to belittle her Tamer. "Master's going to pay you, so why are you being an ass?"

The employee's eyes widened for a moment before he glared at the poké girl. "Hey you can't talk to me like that!" He shouted before turning back on Ranma. "Hey pal, your Pokégirl's-"

"Sticking up for me," Ranma interrupted the employee as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Look buddy, I'll pay. I just ASKED for the damn price since I didn't see the tag prices! There's no need to be an ass!" Kami knew this guy was reminding him of so many people back in Nerima; making snap judgments.

Cyan's ears drooped in shame at the hassle her master was getting. This was all her fault! Oh, if only she hadn't gone nuts upon seeing the yarn...

Tapping Ranma's shoulder to get his attention, the sylvan pokégirl gave her Tamer a disarming smile. "Maybe you ought to see his manager?" She suggested to him. "I mean, being so rude to customers... makes you not want to spend your money here, huh Master?" Cassandra asked with a mischievous smirk.

"In fact it does..." Ranma replied, somewhat missing Cassandra's angle.

However another employee passing by didn't and rushed to his co-worker. "Idiot! Do you wanna get FIRED!?" He hissed out in a harsh whisper. "Don't treat the customer like shit unless he's doing the same! You know the boss is still cross from the last idiot pissing off that one Tamer!"

The first employee whispered back heatedly. "Well that Tamer had it coming! I still say Frank was in the right! I mean, what is it with these people, letting pokégirls walk around as if they were real?" He snorted in disgust. "Freakin' animals should be kept on leashes!"

Eyes widened, Ranma tightened his hands into fists at having overheard that. "What... did you just call my girls?" He practically growl.

The mellow of the two clerks let out a squeaky 'eep' at the sight of the pigtailed individual glowing and tugged on his friend's arm. "H-he was talking about the zoo, yeah the zoo! And boy we... um he needs to go help with the back!"

The sassy of the two employees pulled his arm free of his friend's grasp. "I do not! I got a right to speak my mind!"

"So that includes speaking your way out of a job, Nate?" A very gruff, masculine voice rumbled from behind the two store clerks.

Eyes wide from the sight of the large man, Cassandra moved her gaze about him, stopping as she spotted the man's name-tag which had 'manager' on it. Oh goody, the toady was going to be in some serious trouble!

Both clerks turn around slowly and pale at the sight of their boss, especially the rowdy one.

The tall, heavy-set man's brown eyes moves to the clerk on the left. "Hank, buzz off!"

Bringing a hand up and saluting his manager, the rather weenie if not level-headed grocery store employee prattled off, "Y-y-yessir!" Right before he turned around and ran off to get away as fast as possible!

Watching the chicken run off without much incentive, the man turned his gaze back to the trouble-maker. "Nate, it sounds like you obviously want to join Frank in unemployment unless you make amends."

Nate winced at that. As much as he was annoyed with Tamers and hated kissing up to them, he needed this job. "And how do you want me to make amends?"

"Well... an apology would be nice..." Ranma suggested. He couldn't take his eyes off the manager. He was HUGE, almost a solid eight-feet in height and broad-shouldered to boot!

Rolling his eyes, the store employee turned to the Pokégirl Tamer and grumbled, "Sorry you don't know how to manage your pokégirls..." he 'apologized'.

Eyes narrowing, the manager reached out with one meaty hand and grabbed his clerk's head, lifting him up off his feet. It was rather doable, given the man's impressive height, strength and LARGE burly hands. "Boy, you REALLY want to be fired today!? Apologize WITHOUT THE REMARK!"

"S-sorry!" The employee squeaked as his feet dangled off the floor.

The manager nodded his head. "That's, 'sorry SIR'!" He emphasized

The employee's hands reached up towards the hand squeezing his head. "SORRY SIR!" He screamed towards Ranma; the pigtailed man's jaw practically on the floor as he stared.

Nodding his head at the weak-willed clerk's more honest apology, the large man let go, dropping him to the floor. "Now go help unload the trucks in back andmaybe I'll forget writing you up!" The manager roared, causing Nate to take off like a bat out of hell for the back rooms.

Watching the direction the employee ran off, Ranma couldn't help but whistle. "Wow..."

Hearing the whistle the manager turned about to Ranma, raising a hand to ruffle his handlebar mustache. "Pardon the boy," the large man began seriously. "His pal got busted for speaking out to a customer. The thing was his pal was half right but you don't go beating up a customer!" He then gave Ranma a grin. "That's my job." Taking a deep breath, the man added, "Besides that, we have a motto: 'treat the customer right until he's an asshole to you'.

Nodding his head to that, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer turned back to look at the tall man. "Some motto you got there..." he sighed. "Again, sorry for Cyan making a mess. She was just excited. I'll pay the three-thousand SLC."

The man shook his head. "Just the balls of yarn that came undone. Half of these can be put back." He looked off to the direction the employee had run. "I understand the boy, he's had to deal with some rude customers being shits to him but going off on a customer who isn't an ass is..." he turned to look back at the Asian individual. "Well, I pretty much laid out where he was heading."

"I understand." Ranma replied, raising a hand to rub the back of his head. "So how much do I owe?"

Kneeling down amongst the mess, the large man answered, "Let me count." The manager looked over the yarn-balls not all strung out. "About two thousand SLC."

Nodding his head, the pigtailed martial artist replied, "Better than three thousand." Taking a deep breath, he asked, "So pay now or at the counter?"

"Counter is fine," was the response the manager gave. Standing back, up, he added, "But I might be enticed to knock off two to five hundred more if you and your girls help me put the salvageable yarn back up."

Looking at the mustached man, Ranma nodded his head, as did his two pokégirls. "Thank kami some people are understanding," he thought with relief.

Leaning down to try and clean up the mess she made, Cyan had a very sad expression on her face. "I'm sorry Master..." she apologized whole-heartedly. "I... I just couldn't help myself. I saw the yarn and..." she blushed. "I haven't actually gotten to even enter a store of any sort in twenty years now."

"T-twenty years!?" Ranma gawked. Holy crap! Did these people just keep her in a PokéBall outside of battle and sex or what!?

The manager blinked his eyes at the Cheetit's words before he looked at Ranma. "Let me guess... she belonged to an asshole before you?"

"Um yes..?" Ranma replied. "He was a prick to me but before that guy who knows?"

The manager nodded his head in acceptance. "It figures. You don't strike me as one of the typical asshole Tamers who'd deny a cat-type pokégirl a simple ball of yarn..." he took a deep breath, shaking his head in disgust. "I tell you boy, some Tamers make me so sick. I understand Nate's anger but as I said, it's all about the time, place and making sure it's the right sort of Tamer to go off on."

"I-if I may interject?" Cassandra spoke up. "From my understanding, Cyan has had at least eighteen Tamers during her life, often taken from her last as salvage in PokéBattle." She sighed. "She's ended up with assholes more often than not."

Closing his eyes for a moment, the manager growled in annoyance. "Shit, dear..." the manager rubbed his eyes with a hand. Lowering them, he looked over to the pigtailed Tamer. "Tell you what. If you'll promise to buy this lady one of our nice all-seasons spandex suits, they're currently on clearance to make room for the next model, I'll knock it down to fifteen hundred."

Turning his attention to the tall man, Ranma stared at him with wide eyes. "R-really?" He asked in shock. "Won't that cost you money?"

"Not by much," the mustached man admitted. "The suits are marked down to four hundred SLC. I can afford to put a couple hundred SLC out of my own pocket into the register."

To that show of generosity, Ranma nodded his head. "Thank you. I was going to take them shopping for clothes... you know, get stuff for all my harem. But I believe Cyan will appreciate the gift all the same."

Smiling slightly, the manager told Ranma to, "Take a good look at all our clearance spandex battle suits. Yes, there's new models coming out but these are still durable, form-fitting and they're going for cheap. Before they were four hundred they went for one thousand a piece."

Ranma nodded his head. "Yessir." He made his way down the aisle and came down a circular rack. All sorts of variously colored form-fitting body-suits aligned it of various sizes. Most seemed to have a black base and different colors but some were more colorful and some were almost one entire color from the entire design with the exception different color line trim.

"Boy I better let Kasumi and the girls pick out what we should get... I have no fashion sense." He mutters walking back to the other aisle. Seeing the two pokégirls still trying to clean up, he told them, "Hey! I'll let you girls pick what color and size you want for a one-piece. My fashion sense sucks."

At least he was being honest.

"No problem Master." Cassandra replied with a nod of her head, placing the last of the rewound yarn balls back onto the shelf. The Elf then leaned over and gently poked the Cheetit's shoulder to get her attention. "Cyan! Master is going to get you an outfit!"

The feline pokéwoman's ears perked up considerably. "Really?" She asked, sounding hopeful.

Nodding his head at the spotted, golden-furred Cat-type, the pigtailed martial artists raised an arm. Pointing towards the rack, he told her, "Your choice."

Needless to say, the Cheetit was ecstatic. "YIPPEE!" She shouted gleefully. Giving her master a tight hug, she let go and practically lunged over towards the clothing rack to check out the wares.

Smiling, the Elf shook her head good-naturedly at her harem-sister's exuberance. Turning to face her Tamer, the Plant/Magic-type poké girl told him, "I know the entire harem's sizes. I can pick outfits for the rest here before we get them something more proper."

Looking towards Cassandra, Ranma raised an eyebrow. "You do?"

Nodding her head, the blonde Elf replied, "Got it all last night." She smirked a little to herself as she also got to reaffirm some sizes earlier that morning as well.

That response made the pigtailed martial artist blink his eyes. True, it did make sense that Kasumi would've shared the measurements. "Sure, go ahead. We'll be getting you more clothes later, but something for all the girls wouldn't hurt."

Nodding her head in agreement, the pokégirl told her Tamer, "I think those suits will be a good buy, considering the price and their density." Looking towards the outfits the spotted feline pokégirl was holding, Cassandra then explained, "Those spandex bodysuits are among the better common clothing items for pokégirls to wear for battles or training."

Ranma nodded his head. "Like I said, go pick out some colors you think everyone will like, including yourself." He turned back towards the manager when he realized he'd been standing there all that time and everyone was ignoring him. "Thanks again, man..." he said honestly. "You're a decent guy." And that was something the martial artist felt was going to be a rarity in this world.

The large man with a handlebar-mustache smiled. "No problem. Enjoy your shopping!" With the mess clean and the terms laid out he had more work to do. Plus, he'd make sure the cashier knew to give the Tamer a slight discount for the yarn.

Waving to the manager, Ranma called out, "Thanks again, man! You're one of the good-"

"RANMA!" Kasumi shouted right behind him, interrupting the teenaged martial artist of Asian descent.

"ACK!" Ranma jumped up for a moment before spinning around. Taking a deep breath, the pigtailed man exhaled. "Yeesh! You surprised me there, Kasumi!"

With that said, the woman had the decency to blush. "Sorry, Ranma-kun," she apologized. "I was just so excited. I found out something neat we'll need to take care off later and I've got something good coming my way!"

The raven-haired martial artist gave Kasumi a smile. "Oh really?" He asked with interest. "Let me guess... the guy's actually gonna sell you one of his Milktits?"

Practically beaming, the eldest of the Tendo sisters nodded her head. "Yes! But I brokered a good deal too!"

"A deal?" Ranma asked curiously. At the woman's energetic nodding, the pigtailed Tamer asked, "Really... like what?"

Kasumi grinned. "Like a very, VERY deep discount if I can pass my Tamer's test tomorrow morning and then come back here right after!" She giggled in excitement. Oh, this was just oh-so wonderful!

Ranma couldn't help but smile with seeing Kasumi so giddy. "That's great! What's the other deal?"

Grinning, the woman told him, "Look." Taking the PokéDex off his belt, she opens the red device and scrolls through it, pointing out a bit of information concerning his financial info. "Read this."

Taking back his PokéDex from the eldest Tendo, Ranma held it up to his face and eyed it curiously. Seeing the names, numbers and associated information, all the pigtailed martial artist could reply was, "Holy shit!"

"Uh-huh!" Kasumi grinned wider as she asked him, "Isn't it wonderful?"

Nodding his head slowly, Ranma flipped the device closed. "Man... Nabiki's gonna go nuts! We can get plenty of what we need and have a lot left over." He grinned at the eldest of the Tendo sisters. "Plus you can easily buy your Milktit and the girls extra clothes with ease!"

Nodding her head firmly, the matriarch of the Tendo pointed out to him, "You just need to ask Jolie about the paperwork to finalize all this."

"Soon as we get back I'll have Nabiki help me." At the look the chestnut-haired woman was giving him, Ranma admitted, "I suck with stuff like math, law and all that junk..."

Kasumi nodded her head. "That would be best. We need to get the clothing after we get all the food here. When we go back to the PokéCenter, you can retrieve Nabiki-chan and you two can head back to the police station." She smiled pleasantly. "I'll look after Akane." And hopefully, she could get her baby-sister to listen to her about the way things work her. Maybe even get her to open up to the concept of Taming!

Nodding his head to that advice, Ranma admitted, "That sounds about right..." he took a deep breath. Looking at the Tendo girl, he asked, "Maybe she'll be calmer with your help?"

Nodding her head, Kasumi replied, "Hopefully..." she made eye-contact with the pigtailed youth. "But Ranma, you also need to curb your tongue."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sighing a bit, the eldest of the Tendo sisters looked into Ranma's eyes again, "Ranma-kun," she said his name to make sure she had his attention. "You and Akane are so used to arguing and fighting it's... instinctive. You both need to break out of it. Instead of fighting try..." she paused for a moment. Finally, she suggested, "Kissing!"

"K-kissing!" Ranma practically shrieked. "Kasumi! She'd deck me flat on my butt!" And that's if she didn't pound him into the pavement like a nail with that damned mallet of hers!

Considering that for a minute, the housekeeper of the Tendo Dojo admitted, "True... but maybe I can..." she grinned in a manner not-so-Kasumi-like. "Help her mellow out some."

Ranma and even the pokégirls checking for sizes felt a little uneasy when Kasumi started giggling.

"Akane~eee... Akane~eeeee..." Nabiki repeated in an almost melodic tone as she lightly rapped her sister's forehead with the knuckles of her right hand. "Wakey, wakey... you've got to come back to the Pokégirl World now..."

Blinking her eyes once, twice, the youngest Tendo slowly turned her head to look at her older sister with an apprehensive look. "What's going on with this place?"

Sitting back into the chair she was using once her younger sister started to come back to herself, the most mercenary Tendo looked her sister over. "Like I said, we wound up in another world, dimension, just like in the movies and comics," Nabiki said as calmly as she could and using concepts she hoped her sister would understand. "And it revolves around a sexed up PokéMon concept."

Akane winced. No, she was not liking this at all. "So what? We have to worry about Tamers and Pokégirls now? These things that could easily ruin our lives?"

"They're not the only things," Nabiki told her seriously. "Apparently, bandits have always been a problem no matter where you live in this world and there's a group of thieves that stand out above all others: Team Rocket. From what I read, members of Team Rocket were the first group to widely use pokégirls to commit crimes. Local police were found to have problems dealing with this new threat, as most police weren't trained to deal with pokégirls initially. The majority of crimes committed by Team Rocket include the raiding of PokéCenters and Tamers for their pokégirls and anything else of monetary value." She took a deep breathe. Finally, she admitted to her sister, "Team Rocket has also already kidnapped some of our group... well, technically they did. We haven't met them, but they were Asrial's friends."

Tilting her head to try and get a better look at her sister while she lay back on the bed, the youngest Tendo asked, "Asrial?" That name wasn't ringing any bells with her.

Nodding her head, the Tendo with the pageboy haircut answered, "Another girl from our world. She's an alien who looks like a pokégirl on this world, and..." she sighed. "Look, just don't ask. Even I'm still grasping things but trust me when I tell you that's not the most whacked I've discovered." She really needed to see about getting herself something to drink when she next got the chance.

"Okay..." Akane said slowly. Damn. It sounded like a lot had gone one while she was out if they knew an 'Asrial' and were on a mission to save her friends. "So... What're we going to do?"

Taking a moment to think about the current state of affairs, the middle Tendo Sister frowned for a moment. Finally, Nabiki explained, "Get the vehicle weacquired fix, get supplies, allow you time to finish healing and then..." she shrugged. "We hit the road. Whether we can find a way home or have to find a way to adjust to this world forever is the only question I can't answer."

Akane's eyes went wide. "We might be stuck here!?" No! NO! She was not staying in a perverted world where men had all the power and women were treated like dirt when not being literally used as currency!

"It's not like the Nanban mirror incident," Nabiki said seriously.

"But we got home despite the trouble with the Nanban mirror!" Akane shouted... and regretted it as the pain jolted up the side of her body.

Nabiki looked over her writhing sister. "Be that as it man, Akane..." the middle Tendo sister took a deep breath. "You and Ranma are going to need to tone down your 'lovers spats'. They could get us into trouble and draw unwanted attention."

The pain dulling to a throb as she lay back still for a bit, the youngest Tendo girl winced as she nodded her head. "Why would me trying to get Ranma to stop acting like an idiot draw attention?" She turned her head to look at Nabiki. "I mean, it's not like we're anything special if there's those more of those slutty pokégirl things for male idiots to oggle!"

"Because," the middle Tendo sibling spoke up. "Akane, if you hit Ranma you could wind up in jail..." seeing her sister staring at her, she explained, "It's true. Because of the human female-to-pokégirl quotient, most laws concerning females favor males and so the last thing you want to do is publicly strike Ranma and perhaps not even privately unless he really and I mean really has it coming." She frowned. "As much as you will HATE to hear this... we need him. This world is screwed up with its laws and standards concerning women so even an independent gal such as I have to swallow my pride too. But make no mistake, in truth, Ranma needs US as much as we him so it's a symbiotic thing going on." Much like with pokégirls and their Tamers.

Akane narrowed her eyes. "How do we need Ranma, besides giving us a male presence to let us sneak under the radar of certain people?"

The Tendo girl's eyes moved to look at her sister even if her body wasn't completely facing her. "For one thing, Ranma's got Tamer rights and access we can never have even if we all get Tamer licenses... which we will all be, eventually," she stated seriously.

Akane's eyes widened. "No way! I'm not going to be some Tam-"

Nabiki continued, cutting off her sister before she could rant. "Plus, as I said before this is a male-centered world. Even without a figurehead male, we're boned. At least Ranma's not like Kuno who'd have us wanting to commit seppuku should we speak out against him and take advantage of this world and us."

If possible, Akane's already wide-eyed stare became larger.

Realizing she was getting through the thick skull of her sister's, Nabiki continued. "Think about it like... a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich." Again, she was trying to use simple terms and similarities she felt her sister would grasp. "They're fine alone but together it tastes so good or a great movie with an awesome sound-track or good acting, whatever your combo of choice is." She then added again, "Ranma needs us but we need him more to even have a fraction of the rights we're used to. With the men of this world, most of them are used to a centuries old mentality of women and pokégirls simply existing just for their satisfaction. If we want any of our freedom we need to keep a certain appearance."

Leaning her head back, Akane groaned. "This is so unbelievably unfair! I mean... kami-sama! How did we get stuck with all this!?" She frowned deeply. "So what happens now? Ranma gets pokégirls and Tames them?" Her eyes were starting to narrow.

Nabiki scooted closer in her seat and reached a hand out to cup her sister's chin. She turned the girl's head slowly to face her. "Akane... calm down. And yes, he will. He's already got some girls from a battle and they're... nice..." even if they did grope her in her sleep. "Get to know them before passing judgment."

"Okay..." Akane replied in defeat. Still, she wasn't done yet on other facets. "But has he...?"

The middle Tendo sister nodded her head. "Yes... just with Kiiro but he has." Nabiki lied, praying she'd set Akane up enough so she wouldn't blow a gasket when she found out the hall truth. "I do not look forward to telling her about Asrial and Kasumi... Kasumi especially." Nabiki thought as she shuddered

Just staring into her sister shivering for a moment, Akane could barely believe what she heard. "He... he had sex?" She whispered out. A part of her didn't want to believe it, a part she knew was deep down within her. Oddly enough, it was that voice that was ripping through the one in her head screaming, 'OF COURSE HE DID! HE'S A PERVERT!'

"He has to," the middle Tendo sister told her younger sibling. "Those girls are biologically configured that if they aren't Tamed after a certain amount of time, they'll go Feral and become no more than animals. Trust me, it took every bit of his guts to not pass out Akane," Nabiki half lied. "I even heard he was hesitant because of you."

Unsure of how to respond to that, Akane just stared at her sister. Finally, she managed to bring herself to ask, "M-me?"

Nodding her head, Nabiki replied, "Yes. Half of the reason being because youd kill him and the half being he gives a damn about your feelings... even if he can be a baka!"

The youngest Tendo flushed a little from hearing that. "So... he actually cares about what I think and feel?" She frowned. "So how did he become a Tamer? Does just claiming ownership of a pokégirl make you one?"

Shaking her head, Nabiki explained, "No, Akane. You need to take a Tamer's test to quality for it. Apparently, there was a Ranma Saotome here that already took the test and the license was still good."

That made Akane go wide-eyed. "Excuse me?"

"Yep..." Nabiki drawled out. "There are analogues in this world..." she shuddered. Oh dear kami, she still hadn't gotten over finding those articles on Gendo Giovanni or the Evangelion. Damned thing was 'sexy armageddon' in this world.

Trying to take THAT in, Akane hesitantly asked, "Ah-and us?"

She'd been expecting that question. "So far, there's nothing I could find concerning that. What I did find was that this world's Ranma vanished. We have him faking amnesia and like I said, he needs us to help him as we do him." She smiled wanly. "He is a baka Akane, but he's got a good heart." She patted her sister's head. "That's why I need you to reign it in and why he has to do the same. We need to pull together; we can't let this world take out the Tendo sisters, right?"

Considering this for a moment, Akane looked down at the bed-sheets. "No, we can't..." she took a deep breath and sighed. She turned her head to look at her sister and told her, "I know the first thing I'm going to do as soon as we're away from civilization..."

Nabiki raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"

Frowning, Akane said, "Smack the baka on the back of the head for not having the decency to tell me this truth to my face!"

Nabiki couldn't help but smirk at that. "Okay, fair enough but know this. I did pressure him to keep his trap shut, lest he angered you into aggravating your wounds. But yeah, a free smack is something I believe you can get in."

"Good," was Akane's firm reply. Yet, even as she was reveling in the fact she'd get to give that boneheaded baka what for, she noticed something that shocked her immensely. "Nabiki..." she gasped. "You... you're..."

Surprised by her sister's actions, wasn't until she blinked her eyes that Nabiki realized what had shocked her younger sibling. "Damn... guess I kept it in too long." She blinked away more of the moisture trickling down her cheeks. "Damn it, Akane! Don't you dare scare me like this again! You almost died..." Nabiki told her while she now furiously wiped at her eyes.

"Nabiki..." Akane whispered, somehow not surprised. Only Kasumi and she had seen this, when Nabiki's emotional repression finally gave way and everything pent up would hit her sister, opening the flood gates.

"Shit," Nabiki cursed as she tried to get an grip on her crying. It wasn't heavy sobs but her eyes kept watering. "At least Ranma and Kasumi aren't here to see this..." she chuckled miserably.

Looking up at her sister, Akane sighed. She tried to reach out to her, managing to move her arm farm enough to only pat her sister's thigh. "I'm sorry to scare you... if it makes you feel better, I certainly didn't want to be some thing's dinner." She shivered. "Just what the heck was that thing anyway?"

"An Arachnae..." Nabiki said as she brought a hand to wipe her face again. "And believe me, that's not the worse spider pokégirl out there."

Now Akane was surprised. "There's more?" Her eyes widened. "There's worse!?"

Nodding her head, Nabiki listed off, "There are a lot stronger if not deadlier spider-girls. There's Scorpiagirl, Tarantella, Wolf Spider, Xerablondi... Widow..." she shuddered at the thought of that last one. "Let's just say there's plenty of dangerous pokégirls; not all are friendly." The Tendo girl managed to clear her eyes but they were still puffy.

Looking at her sister for a good minute, Akane finally said, "Nabiki can I ask something?"

The woman shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, go ahead."

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts together, the youngest Tendo finally said, "I get the pokégirls but..." she cringed. "Are we supposed to...?"

"Not unless you got an itch to scratch." Nabiki smirked, seeing an opportunity to lightly tease and put her emotional outburst behind her. "Why? Do you want to claim your stake of Ranma?"

Shaking her head furiously, Akane shuddered before bursting out with, "NO! It's just... I..." she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Upon opening her eyes, she just said, "I don't think I'm going to get used to this world any time soon..."

"You and I both, Akane..." her older sister assured her. "You and I both..."

Holding the PokéBall in her hand, Asrial frowned. "Hey, Kiiro!" She called over the Peekabu. "Is there anything else that uses tech like this?"

Looking over the PokéBall, the Peekabu then looked up to her Alpha. "Why do you ask, Alpha Asrial?" Her ear twitched as she looked the Salusian over. "You have nice panties."

The Salusian sighed. The Garage's air conditioner couldn't be fixed, making her still have to forgo the majority of her clothing after using the RV's shower to clean up. "I'm serious Kiiro. I'm considering how this works and... perhaps I can adapt it for other storage aspects for the RV."

Raising a hand, Kiiro rubbed her chin. "Hmmm... I dunno. Lemme think..." the Electric-type pokégirl replied as she tried to think of something.

Seeing the Peekabu concentrating, Asrial let off a sigh. "Don't hurt yourself, Kiiro-chan." She reached out with her free hand and pat the girl on the head. Eyes gazing over the garage, she frowned. "Hey! Where's Alice? She's supposed to be helping us!"

THAT Kiiro did know. "Last I saw her, she was sitting in the back of the RV."

The Salusian of Imperial birth sighed in aggravation. "Give me a minute." Storming around to the side of the Class-A Landmaster RV, Asrial opened the door there. She stuck her head into the RV, relaxing a little as she felt the AC going. "Alice!" She shouted. "Get your lazy butt out here!"

Sitting on one of the nice chairs while reading a magazine, the Shadowcat didn't bother to look up as she replied, "I'm busy."

The Royal Salusian's eye twitched. "Busy? You're just reading a magazine!"

"And it's a good one," the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl replied. "Granted, it's last month's issue but I never really get a chance to just kick back and relax with it beforehand. It's new to me."

Staring at the last Cat-type Asrial frowned. "You can relax later tonight. For now, we need to see what else we can salvage to improve the vehicle! I want to do as much as we can before we have to head back for lunch."

Lowering the magazine, the Shadowcat finally looked at the skunk-like woman. "C'mon, Alpha Asrial!" The Shadowcat whined. "I deserve this! I mean, I Tamed you good TWICE today, didn't I?"

Asrial blushed at the mental images that statement brought up. "Well...um... yes, but-"

"Then give me a break!" The Shadowcat snapped. Alice grumbled as she lifted the magazine and began reading.

Sighing in annoyance, the Salusian rubbed her brow, trying to keep from blowing up at the pokégirl. "Okay... can you at least answer a question?"

"What's that?" The Shadowcat asked, before grinning as a thought came to her. "No... let me guess..." she smiled mischievously as she got up from the couch and walked over to Asrial. She held the magazine in her left hand while her right caressed the Salusian's posterior. "You want ANOTHER Taming?" With that said, she pulled princess' panties down in the back, exposing her black-furred booty.

Although that caught her by surprise, the Salusian stood her ground. "No!" Asrial shouted as she pulled her panties back up, grumbling about needing to make some metal underwear. "I needed to know if I can apply the tech of this." She holds up the PokéBall, "To the RV. I was thinking I could use it as a storage unit after some modification."

The Shadowcat looked the sphere over. "What would we do with PokéBall tech in this place? What do you want us to do, turn the RV into a mobile PokéGirl Storage Center?"

"No," Asrial told her. "I mean extended to extend this tech's capabilities past pokégirl storage. Like using it to store gear and the like!"

"Oh that..." The Shadowcat blinked her eyes. "As far as I know, it's illegal to tamper with PokéBalls. You're the first to suggest it's storage beyond pokégirls, least that I know of. I've heard rumors of derivative tech being used for storing food items in bulk for long term storage in short space areas." Alice sighed. "Man, it's a shame we don't have a scientist around like that Professor Steamhead guy in-"

"PROFESSOR STEAMHEAD!?" Asrial shrieked, interrupting the pokégirl.

The shocked Shadowcat blinked her eyes once, twice. "Uh... yeah..." Alice replied, surprised by her Alpha's outburst. "There's an article on him in this magazine."

Snatching the magazine from the Cat-type pokégirl's hands, Asrial brought it to her face. She read through quickly, catching notices on Professor Johann Steamhead being stationed in Douchsiabag City and mentioning of him being a devout scientist with a passion for harnessing the wonders of steam and having a number of Fire and Water-type pokégirls on his lab's premises. "He often claims that one day, the world shall be saved by steam..." she read aloud, her eyes wide. Holy crap! This place had a Professor Steamhead!

Raising an eyebrow, the Shadowcat wasn't sure of how to react to what the Salusian was doing. "Hey... Alpha Asrial?" She spoke up softly. "You all right?"

"Yes... yes I am." The Salusian replied with a smile. Handing the pokégirl her magazine back, she told her, "You earned this rest."

Accepting the magazine back, the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl wasn't sure what to make of her Alpha's actions. "Oka~aaaaay..." Alice replied, unsure of what was going on. "So... does this mean I get to Tame you again?" She asked hopefully.

"NO!" Asrial stated firmly. Calming down a little from that outburst she continued. "But I'll make sure Mas-RANMA!" She caught herself. "I'll make sure Ranma Tames you well tonight."

Hearing such a promise, Alice licked her lips. "Now THAT is an incentive."

After a moment, Asrial spoke up again. "And I might join... maybe." She allowed before leaving the vehicle's interior.

Watching the Salusian leave, Alice smirked. "Oh, you know you're addicted to this!" So saying, the Shadowcat pointed to herself.

Asrial rolls her eyes not even bothering to dignify that with a response. Instead, her thoughts were on what she'd just read. "Hmm... if I can find this world's Professor Steamhead... if he's anything like mine... we might find a way back. Maybe our luck is turning around." She smiled. She had to bring this up to the others... and find out where the hell Douschiabag City was.

And then it hit her. "Douschiabag?" She sighed. "Dear God, what is with the people that named these places?"

"Of all the rotting freaking…" muttered Professor Stroak, as he tried to use a coat hanger to retrieve his keys from inside the RV. Of all the things that could happen to delay his attempts to go to an apparently new Pokégirl and discover what made her tick, this had to happen.

The past days had been rough on him. First an Arachnae had somehow made her way inside his lab, past dozens of safeties and securities systems. The resulting fight had trashed half his systems—which his Tech Support had informed him over the phone before it too died that it would be several days before they could spare anyone to fix it.

Seriously, they were half a mile away in a town that had maybe a dozen computer systems, he knew for a fact they had no other customers, they were just apparently too busy playing some new video game that had come out. Lazy punks, no work ethic like people had when he was younger!

He would have sent a request along the PokéDex system when he had received the alert yesterday, but that fried shortly afterwards.

Damn leaky pipes. Apparently the plumber was busy as well … his vehicle was parked outside the Tech Support offices, playing the game with them.

But on the bright side, before his last communications system had blown, he had received a call from a very important client seeking to purchase the Arachnae … at a very nice price.

"Why the hell are we taking two crates of evolution stones with us?" yelled Rita, as the Vaporita sat the last of the yet-to-be-packed crates near the Class-B Challenger II RV with Portable Lab Trailer.

"You think I'd leave it here for people to steal?" he asked, cursing as the key chain fell off the coat hanger … again. "By the time those idiots get their act together, put down those game controllers, and get over here to fix my systems, I don't doubt for a minute this place could explode, catch fire, hell, it'll probably flood before we get out of town. Plus you know some of those people I hired to take care of the other girls while we're away, I don't trust them to not rob me blind while I'm gone."

"Then why even hire them?" asked Rita.

"Family ties and a few lost bets at poker," he grumbled, as he caught the keys once more. He really needed to either learn to play poker better or not gamble away internships. Damn punks didn't want to do an honest days work, probably why their parents used those IOUs to get them work.

"Okay," said Rita, rubbing her brow. "And where did we get two crates of evolution stones from? I'm pretty sure I never placed an order for them."

"I got them for the Arachnae."

"WHAT?" yelled Rita, making him drop the keys a foot from the window. "How could you do that? She's a dangerous pokégirl that should have been put down!"

"I got a call from someone in Stone Town, a Kuno I think," he murmured, trying to steady the coat hanger once again. Damn keys were a bit harder to reach now, and he would be damned before he called a locksmith to come and help him out; it would be too embarrassing and he was pretty sure that bastard was probably playing the game with those lazy Tech Support bastards. "They were interested, air-dropped those crates while discussing it." Actually, he would have settled for one, the fact he had been too stunned to respond had caused the person to offer the second crate.

Rita blinked. "You sold a dangerous creature for evolution stones!?"

"Two crates," said Stroak. "And besides, I ran her through three Level 5 cycles. She'll be lucky if she remembers left from right and up from down when they take her out of the pokéball."

"And just which one did you sell it to?" asked Rita, trying to calm herself down at the breech of protocols.

"Black Cherry, Pink Blossom, one of those names," he murmured. "It was the girl one, not the bozo who keeps calling to see what 'noble and gifted beauties' I can send him."

"Well, that's good at least," she murmured. If it was a Kuno, then they didn't have to worry about the stones being stolen—at least if the girl was who Rita thought it was. With the equipment trashed, there'd be no way to prove the conversation on their end, and Stroak was too well respected—she wondered why half the time—to be taken down if the Kunos released where their newest Pokégirl had come from. Hell, they could claim three Level 5 Cycles was close to death … assuming the machine hadn't been on the fritz.

"Success!" yelled Stroak, as he was millimeters away from pulling the keys out the window.

Clink!

At least he would have … had the windows been open enough for him to fit the keys through.

"SON OF A SNORLASS!"

Click.

"You do realize the side door was unlocked," said Rita, holding the keys.

Stroak looked at the keys, first with shock, then anger, and finally embarrassment. "Yes, well … I wanted to see if I could do this if I needed to, and I learned something: leave the window open a bit wider from now on."

"We could just install a fingerprint scanner and a keypad," offered Rita. "Or at least give you something to keep the keys attached to your belt."

"Well … let's finish packing and get going."

"Already packed," she said. "I was loading everything while you were fishing for keys," the Vaporita said.

Sighing once again, Stroak was now the person rubbing his brow. "Then let's start the engine and head—"

"PROFESSOR!"

Letting out a huff of air at yet another distraction, Stroak turned to spot the person who yelled for him. He recognized the blue jacket, the collector's hat … the extremely tired and worn gate of the teen's jog. "Ah, Ash; what can I do for you?"

The boy ran before the professor, wheezing and exhausted. "I … came … for … my … starter … Pokégirl!" he said, falling to his knees.

Stroak shook his head. Poor boy probably had more 'personal tutoring' from his mother and her pokégirls this morning before he came here.

Wish I could get Nodoka Sexum to give me some 'personal training' with her and her pokégirls.

Well, maybe not that Dominatrix. Kinshou is a bit too rough for my tastes, despite her hot form. But the nice Lupina Azalea is someone I'd like to make howl into the night, her and her daughter Jetta.

The fact that his own Vaporita Rita had often complained about his lack of attention towards her own Taming needs never entered into the fantasy.

"Ah, I see," said Stroak, holding out his hand as Ash offered his Tamer License. "Well, everything is in order. Let me just run inside and get you a Starter Pokégirl."

"Can I choose?" asked Ash, his breathing now under control. He had spent most of his run—aside from worrying in fear he'd be unable to get it completed before his mother noticed he was missing—trying to decide between which of the standard Starter Three he would choose.

"Afraid not," said the professor sadly. "I'm afraid I haven't yet been restocked on Boobisaur, Charamanda, or Squirtitty Pokégirls yet, but let me see what I have."

Rushing inside—he didn't think that new pokégirl would stay where she was forever and he had yet to remember that his portable lab had its own communication system—he went to where he kept the Starter Pokégirls. Now normally he wasn't too worried about their conditions, as he paid for special chambers to keep them in stasis until their eventual new Tamer arrived, lest he'd have to take them out and ensure they didn't go feral and thus hurt the chance of bonding to the new Tamer. It was also one of the few systems with an independent power source, several safety systems to keep his unscrupulous staff from stealing, and had not been damaged by the spider-type in her rampage. Plus, he had a good idea what was already available. One was a wild Peekabu he had captured not even an hour before the Arachnae somehow arrived. The other was a Threshold girl named Misty, a Tomboy whose family ran Cerulesbian City Gym, having sent the girl to him in hopes of a genetic-swap procedure to turn her into a water-type, as was the girl's dream.

He would have … had said Machine not been one of the first things destroyed, and the replacement parts for that would take weeks if not months to get to him, let alone time to assemble it and order another array of genetic samples.

Opening the cabinet, he decided he would give Ash the Peekabu. Surely someone trained by a woman like Nodoka should be able to handle a wild electric-type. Misty could afford to stay in stasis a while longer. Worst case he could always send her to Gary or Ash later on for some battle experience, strengthen her before the procedure if it was going to take months for the machine to be fixed.

"What the?" he asked, blinking at the fact that not only were the shelves and labels for the pokégirls now on the floor of the unit, but a third pokéball was present.

"Damn," he muttered, as he picked up the three pokéballs. Had someone sent him a pokégirl while the machines were failing? There was a last-shot emergency dump in the system to send any pokéballs currently in transit to the storage locker. Usually it would end up in a separate shelf, but the apparent rampaging of the Arachnae had shaken the self-contained unit just enough to create chaos.

So, he was left with a few choices. One was to open the pokéballs up and see what was in each, hoping to bag them back before they could attack if they were violent. The problem was he knew they would be, most certainly the Peekabu he had barely managed to catch the first time, never mind an angry Tomboy or whatever was in the Mystery Ball.

Two was to take the time, enter his portable lab, boot up the systems, and scan each ball to discover what was inside. But doing that would require activating the lab, which meant it would need fifteen minutes to stabilize itself into its full form, system checks, etc. And he didn't really have that sort of free time.

Option three…

Ash looked down at the trio of pokéballs in his hands. That was it? No ceremony? No introductions of the pokégirls inside to him? No pep talk before sending him out into the world?

Well, it wasn't all bad. Sure, he didn't even know what was inside the pokéballs, but he could use his new PokéDex and learn that. Plus he got three pokégirls for his starter pack. Most Tamers only got one—he was pretty certain only Gary had gotten two and that was because his grandfather gave him an extra as a gift, Ash didn't know how many his brother had ever gotten.

But it meant he was finally ready, finally ready to head off into the world, and begin his Pokégirl Journey towards being a Harem Master.

"Ash? Where are you? Mommy needs you for a moment!"

And he was going to start it right now by running in the opposite direction of that voice. He certainly didn't want to see how his mother would react to the news. He'd barely had the energy to run to Professor Stroak's lab just to get his Starter.

It took Nodoka a few minutes to arrive at Stroak's Lab, another few to discover not only had the professor gone, but her son had been there as well, she recognized the tracks left by the shoes she had given him for his last birthday.

"He passed," she said sadly. He had taken the test, but he hadn't received his grade yet.

At least she thought he hadn't. He had, and had apparently used his last break from his personal tutoring sessions to come here and get his Starter Pokégirl before Stroak left.

It hurt, she'd admit that. He was her youngest child. There wasn't a day that went by she didn't curse Genma for leaving like he did, for declaring Ash too weak to be his son, for taking Ranma from her.

Ever since that day, she had done what she could for her remaining son, tried to keep tabs on her missing son—she couldn't care less about Genma, not after the things he had said to her.

The second worst day of her life, behind having her first son taken from her, was when he had disappeared, lost within the Jusenkyo Spell Dump. It was the second time her husband had stolen her son from her.

But he was back. That was why she had been looking for Ash, to let him know that Ranma had returned. Granted, he had no memories, but he was healthy and back. She wanted him to come with her and the pokégirls to go to Ranma before he left Pewtit, before he disappeared again.

Judging by the tracks however, perhaps he was heading there himself. Yes, that would fit. Ash always did somewhat hero-worship his older brother, a boy he never met. But to be honest, she doubted Genma would have ever told Ranma he had a brother, not with the way he had acted when he left.

"Well, if I know my sweet little child, he's got some family pictures to show his brother with him," she said with a smile. Oh, her boy was always so prepared. It nearly broke his heart when he hadn't been able to start his Taming journey last year because he had come down with the flu, missing his Tamer's Exam.

But she had worked hard, taught him the ways of pleasure, strengthening his body past his original weakness at birth to a taming machine. Why, he had even lasted with Taming Kinshou and Azalea in the same night.

"Oh well, can't do anything about it now," said the woman, as she dusted her hands off. She could surely take the time off for the moment from her duties as a Watcher and go see her older son, maybe even catch her younger son along the way. It would be nice to have everyone together again, to be a family again.

"Better get the girls then," said a smiling Nodoka. "ROAD TRIP!"

"You're kidding," said Akane, mouth agape. "Blue Balls?"

Nabiki nodded. "Let's face it; Kuno-baby wasn't that smart in our world, it appears intelligence of that level was never truly meant for him in any world."

Akane nodded. It was still a shock to her, bad enough they were stuck in some pervert heaven's world with possibly no way home, but there was a version of Tatewaki Kuno here as well, known as the Blue Balls of Stone Town! She didn't want to even think what Mikado Sanzenin might be like in this world. Hell, the one in their world would probably fit in here perfectly. "Tell me at least there isn't a Kodachi here!"

"Wish I could," said Nabiki. "But I haven't done that much research in our past. I only got lucky that Kuno's name was in a book when I was researching the history of this world. I tried a quick search for Tendo before they closed. But all it came up with was a Tendo Ranch, Necrima in the Indigo League, a Tendo Temple at Mount Scaramanga in the Orange Islands, and Tendo, a city in the Edo League. I'd have to do a little more digging when I have the time, but I think our best bet would be Tendo Ranch."

Akane could only blink. "I just can't picture Daddy as an American cowboy."

Nabiki just shook her head. Somehow, she doubted that the Tendo Ranch had anything to do with horses and cows. "As for the others, they'll take a bit longer. Basically, Amazons on this world would be even more secretive than on our own, what with women's liberties and all basically being near worthless. The Kuonji clan never had that much that I could find in our own.

"Sadly, the best chance for finding analogs would be to look for people who had either fame or a lot of value in our world."

Akane blinked. "You mean Mikado was something other than a complete pervert?"

Nabiki snorted. "Akane, the Golden Pair were from wealthy families, not as much as Kuno-baby, but still pretty well off. If Daddy was able to afford property in Nerima, there's a chance it will mean his analog does here."

Akane's eyes opened wide. "Nabiki … could our mother…"

Nabiki's own eyes joined Akane's. "I … I don't know," she whispered. "She might, I mean it's possible, given how odd this world is." Truthfully, it cranked up a little more fear in her heart. It was one thing to perhaps learn she had an analog here, what that Nabiki might be like. It was quite another to possibly learn that her mother might be alive…

"We're back!" chimed Kasumi, as she entered the room. "We weren't able to get many clothes, but we can get them after lunch." With that, still smiling, she went over to see her sisters. "How are you feeling, Akane?"

"K-Kasumi?" squeaked Akane. "What are you wearing?"

Blinking, Kasumi looked down at her clothes. "What?"

"I think Akane meaning the spandex suit," whispered Nabiki, taking her own appraising gaze at the odd suit standing out under Kasumi's dress. It didn't stand out as much in color as just … it was a spandex suit.

"Oh," said Kasumi with a smile. "They had these at the market on sale, and the Manager gave Ranma a nice little discount on them," she said, twirling around. "And since we all needed some changes of clothes, I got each of us a few since they were so cheap," Kasumi exclaimed, holding up three bags. "I figured we could each use a few in case we ask Ranma-kun to start training us."

"Training?" asked the other sisters; Akane with some disbelief and shock with Nabiki's voice carrying suspicion.

Kasumi just nodded happily. "Well, they fit much better than the clothing father wanted us to wear when we were younger. And I'm told they're very durable." The fact that she looked damn good while wearing it didn't hurt either. Why, even that nice manager at the market developed a slight nose bleed when he saw her in it, just like the KhangAssCunt egg seller.

"Um, is it okay if I come in?" asked Ranma, waving a hand through the door, his other one covering his eyes. Kasumi may have calmed him a bit about being near Akane—especially with what and more accurately who he's done—but it still didn't mean he trusted his luck any more than usual. And the last thing he wanted to do was walk in on the angry tomboy when she was taking a bath or something like that.

"Of course, Saotome," said Nabiki.

That alone made him gulp. Nabiki only called him Saotome when she was upset at him. "Heh, Kasumi's in here, isn't she?" he asked.

"Oh yes," said Kasumi. "I was just showing Akane and Nabiki the outfits I got them. After all, Akane's only outfit had to be cut off and we do need clothes to practice in."

"Practice?" he squeaked, not quite certain what Kasumi was hinting at. She wasn't about to admit to that event in the bath, was she?

Kasumi nodded. "Well yes, we need to practice our self-defense and martial arts skills here," she admonished. "After all, we need to be able to count on ourselves as much as our pokégirls. And we can't always have them by our sides to help us out, especially with those mean bullies from Team Rocket," she finished, her face forming a deep frown. Those not-so-nice people were so mean. She hoped she could help Ranma kicked their butts.

Ranma just gulped once more. Well, that secret was still safe, but now Kasumi wanted him to train all three of the sisters. Whenever the tom—Akane insisted on training, she'd always yell at him, demand he stand still, and then they would usually argue with it ending via mallet to his head. Somehow, the possibility of training three sisters like that wasn't sounding too good.

"And it'll be proper training, right, Ranma-kun?" asked Kasumi, as she strode over to him, grabbing his hands, and holding them in her. "I know you and Akane have never really practiced seriously together," she said.

"HEY!" cried Akane, before grabbing her side.

"But you won't hold back on us, right?" she said, her face a deep smile, and if his eyes weren't lying, a hint of mischief. "You know it's not nice to tease a woman like that."

"It's not?" he squeaked.

"Nope," she said with a saucy smile. "There is a proper time and place for teasing women, Ranma. In our training, I don't want you taking it too easy. I want it done right, no matter how hard or sore it makes us feel. You will ensure that our bodies and minds are up to whatever rigorous events await us," she said.

Nabiki could only stare in shock. Kasumi did not just imply what Nabiki thought she did, did she?

"Damn straight," said Akane. "I'm tired of you being so damn gentle in my training. I'm a tough girl, I can take whatever you dish out. I'm not some dainty little flower that will break if you just poke me. How am I supposed to make my body stronger if you won't help me push myself to my limits and—Nabiki, are you choking?"

"No," coughed the middle Tendo sister. It was a plot, it had to be, by the Gods or dumb luck or even an amazingly perverted older sister; it had to be a plot against her! "Just clearing my throat, that's all."

Akane just looked on with confusion, before nodding slightly. "Anyway, you better train us right, Ranma. And don't give me that 'I don't hit girls' crap either. I've seen you fight the other girls, and you sure don't mind fighting as a girl. So you better not pull any hits when we get to spar. I want to feel it all. Don't you dare try and squeeze out of this, you better be ready to work hard and make sure I'm satisfied with—Nabiki, are you sure you're okay."

Nabiki just nodded, leaning against her chair. Someone was going to pay for this. "Shouldn't *cough* … shouldn't you be starting lunch, Kasumi?"

"Oh my yes," Kasumi said, looking at the clock on the wall. "Asrial and the others should be back soon. I better get started.

"Akane, are you able to eat with us today for lunch?" asked Kasumi.

"Uh, yeah," replied Akane, still making sure Nabiki wasn't about to start coughing up a lung again. "A nurse came in here a bit before you guys showed up, said my tests were so far good, and I should be able to enjoy a meal, as long as I stayed in a wheelchair and didn't try to exert myself too much."

Had Ranma not had his talk with Kasumi, plus still been in shock from Kasumi grabbing his hands in front of Akane and their demands for serious training, he might have made a comment about it being a good thing then that she was too injured to cook, thus provoking Akane to attempt a response.

Instead, he just nodded his head, still a bit worried as well now about what Kasumi's plan was to mellow Akane—something despite repeated begging was not told to him. And he still would have to go shopping with Nabiki! What more could happen to him out today!

Especially after what happened in … the store.

"I better get started then," said Kasumi with a smile. "When they get back, have them wash up quickly. After you two finish washing up, could you help me a bit?" she asked. "There's so much to prepare."

"Can I help?" asked Akane.

"Now Akane," admonished Kasumi, "you're supposed to take it easy. You can help when you're all better, okay?"

"Fine," huffed the youngest Tendo.

"Good, then let's get to it!" she exclaimed. "I'll let the Nurse Joys know and ask them to escort Akane to the dining area."

"I'll do that," proclaimed Nabiki. She definitely needed to make sure that those girls knew they were not to mention any bathroom incidents to a certain Tendo if they knew what was good for them.

"Saotome, a word with you?"

"Uh, sure," he said nervously, as the trio made their way to the door, Kasumi leaving first.

"We'll see you at lunch, Akane," said a smiling Nabiki, as Ranma just nervously waved.

"Ranma?" whispered Nabiki, as they neared the door. "Just when did Kasumi go from a nice set of bra and panties to wearing a spandex outfit?" she hissed.

Ranma just blushed. He decided that perhaps telling her of the impromptu autograph session probably wasn't the best option for him at the moment, not with Akane on the other side of the room, staring at them. "She changed in the store, and I mean right in the open, in Aisle Five."

Nabiki just closed her eyes, feeling a splitting migraine coming over her. She was beginning to doubt if leaving Kasumi alone … unsupervised with even Akane was a good idea. "Let's just eat," she said heavily.

Hopefully the day wouldn't get any worse.

"Here we go," Ranma said as he sat a table down close to Akane's bed. "All right Akane. This should make it easier for you to eat Kasumi's cooking with the rest of us..." he told her. "You can relax back in bed and we'll all be around you." He grinned at the look she gave him. "What? I can think of some good ideas sometimes."

"I'd prefer to sit in a wheel-chair..." Akane said seriously. She let off a small sigh. "But I appreciate what you're trying to do, Ranma."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, the pigtailed martial artists didn't know what to make of that calm reply. "Uh... you're... welcome?" He offered clumsily. He wasn't used to her giving him a straight answer and it caught him off-guard. Maybe she really was doing her best not to aggravate her wounds. That WOULD help her in the long run...

Nabiki stared at Ranma. "You know, we could have had Akane escorted to the dining area..." she said seriously. "They'd have nurses on staff there as well to offer any assistance should we need it."

Ranma nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah I know that. But I think she'd prefer a quiet atmosphere to rest, you know?" Not to mention he was sure that there would be a LOT pokégirls there. He didn't want to have to just drop Akane into such a situation until he was sure she'd adjust well. With the woman continuing to star at him Ranma shrugged his shoulders helplessly and added, "This way she won't... you know, have to get into a wheelchair and maybe get sore getting in and out of bed as well?"

While she could feel what Ranma was really trying to get at, Nabiki shook her head. "You make a good point but I bet she's tired of bed," she looked over at her younger sisters. "Right, sis?"

"Yes but this is still nice," Akane admitted, smiling somewhat.

Looking over the table and decided it would serve her purposes, the eldest Tendo walked towards the entrance to the room. "So I take it Asrial and the girls are going to be late?" Kasumi asked as she wheeled in a multi-levered cart with tray-covered plates.

Considering for a moment, the pigtailed martial artist nodded his head. "Must be. You wanna wait for them?" Ranma asked while carefully eyeing the cart.

"As much for politeness as I can be," the middle Tendo daughter spoke up in her older sister's place. "I'm hungry and Akane needs her energy, so let's eat already!" Nabiki said nominating herself as the deciding factor.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ranma admitted, "Works for me." He was hungry too!

Kneeling by the bottom tray of the cart, Kasumi brought up a covered-plate and set it down on Akane's bed table. She smiled at her younger sister as she pulled off the cover with one hand, her other handing Akane a cloth napkin and utensils. "Enjoy!"

Looking over the bowl of stew her sister put together, the youngest Tendo shivered at the delightful aroma. "Mmm... wow, this smells good!" As Akane's mouth watered, she grabbed her fork and stabbed a chunk of meat before bringing it to her mouth to take a bite. Oh man, her mouth just had an org-er... um... flavor explosion. Yes, that fit better...or did it? "Mmmmmm! Kasumi, I'm in heaven!" She praised at the wonderful meal she was eating.

Kasumi beamed with pride at the praise she was receiving. "I'm so happy you love it. I bet you were starved, huh Akane?"

The youngest Tendo nodded her head vigorously as she stabbed her fork into the stew and took another bite of the meal Kasumi had put together. Such an intense flavor! It made her taste-buds sing with delight! "Mmm! This is just so delicious, Kasumi!" Akane praised her older sister. She shoveled a few more mouthfuls before finally taking a moment to ask, "What's in this?"

The woman simply beamed at the praise from her sister, just so pleased she was enjoying her meal. "Why Akane, it's just some simple vegetables and potatoes mixed with that wonderful, miracle food, KhangAssCunt Egg..." Kasumi trailed off. Blinking her eyes, she said, "Oh, Akane... please do close your mouth. It's not polite to have your jaw on the table."

Closing her mouth, Akane gulped the chewed mouthful of food. She looked at Kasumi her eyes wide with incomprehension. "What did you say this stuff was?"

"KhangAssCunt Egg," the eldest Tendo sister replied. "Of course, I prefer the alternate name: BangAssCunt. I mean, to please them you WOULD be banging their asses and cunts, wouldn't you?" Kasumi pouted suddenly. "Akane, you may not be feeling well but manners still apply. No jaws on the table."

Nabiki rolled her eyes as she ate her own bowl of stew. "Remember Akane, the names just come with the territory. It's certified food and it's damn good."

Akane felt a tug of resistance but... the flavor was still in her mouth and it was richly prepared by her beloved older sister.

...

...

"Inhibitions be damned!" Akane thought as she resumed eating, trying to banish the gut-reactions to the names. Her instincts were telling her it was wrong to name such good food such but it WAS good food and more importantly, she was hungry!

"Mmm... this is some good stuff!" Ranma says eating his own portion of the stew. His spoon was moving so fast from the bowl to his mouth that it blurred. Grinning widely, the pigtailed man turned to Kasumi. "Can I get some more?"

Nodding her head, the eldest Tendo was about to give a verbal answer when the door was opened. Trudging into the room was a very tired-looking blonde-haired skunk-girl, followed by a yellow mouse-girl and a black-furred catgirl. "Sorry we're late," the blonde skunk called out. "We thought we'd shower since we all worked up a sweat."

Turning from Ranma to the entering woman, the matriarch of the Tendos smiled happily. "Oh Asrial! Girls! You made it!" Kasumi practically beamed with pride as she motioned to the large cart. "I have food."

"HALLELUIAH!" Came the cry from the Salusian and the pair of pokégirls with her. They'd worked up an appetite and always enjoyed Kasumi's culinary prowess.

Looking up at the arrivals, Akane couldn't help but look at the one Kasumi called Asrial and remember what Nabiki had told her. Damn, she DID look like a humanoid skunk-girl; just like Nabiki said! And to think... she was an alien from THEIR world?

"Man, I'm starved!" Asrial said as she made her way to the table. She stopped as she realized that the youngest girl was staring at her. "Hi, I'm Asrial. You must be, Akane. Pleased to finally meet you." She smiled as she held out a hand to Akane.

Looking at the skunk-like woman's gloved hand for a moment and then turning to look up into her blue eyes, Akane managed to smile lightly. "I'm pleased to meet you too, Asrial." She took the Salusian's hand in Western greeting.

Shaking hands with the youngest of the Tendo daughters, the blonde skunk-girl leaned forward and told her, "Word of the wise; don't turn your back on these girls unless you want something shoved up your ass."

Needless to say, Akane's eyes widened at hat comment. "WHAT!?"

Crossing her arms over her chest, Alice huffed. "Aw, c'mon! You KNOW you liked it!" The Shadowcat complained, wondering why her Alpha had such a hang-up about having toys akin to male anatomy stuffed up there.

"Girls, easy on the innuendo..." Nabiki hissed, making a motion with her hands across her neck in the 'knock it off' gesture. While she knew Akane needed to learn more about the ways of this world, it was a little too much, too soon!

Leaning over in her seat, Kasumi once again chastised, "Akane, what did I say about jaws on the table?" Honestly, what was with Akane's sudden shift in table manners? Just because this world revolved around sex and depravity of levels untold compared to where they came form, didn't mean they had to stop being civilized beings around at mealtime.

After a moment, Akane recovered from her shock and gathered her jaw, mentally filing away what her sister and Asrial had told her. "R-right," she stuttered. "Thuh-thanks for the advice."

"No problem," the Salusian replied as she started to take a seat at the table. "So, are you feeling any better?" Asrial asked before accepting a plate from Kasumi, whom was then handing them out to the pokégirls.

Considering the skunk-girl's words for a moment, Akane replied, "I'm getting better and..." she paused for a moment as she considered all that was going on and would be expected of her. "Well, there's just a lot to take in..."

"Tell me about it," the Salusian of Imperial birth muttered. Asrial rolled her eyes as she thought of what the pokégirls had been putting her through lately. "Take your time though. Trust me when I say that you can't rush into this. My head still feels liable to explode from overflow."

"Don't get me started," Nabiki groaned as she considered all the information she'd been putting together. And that included analogues from possible entertainment sources not to mention their own home dimension!

Bringing the bowl to his lips and downing the last of his serving of stew, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer chewed vigorously before swallowing. Bringing his bowl down, he looked at Asrial. "So how's the RV coming?" Ranma ask Asrial as Kasumi was already taking his bowl to give him another serving.

"Alpha Asrial is amazing, Master!" The Peekabu squeaked out in excitement. "She put the engine back together all by herself AND she got it running again!" The Electric-type pokégirl's eyes were practically sparkling with awe. "I've never seen anyone put such a mess back together in so little time! She's amazing! Between that and her being able to take a Hillsfar Heavy Penetrator, it's no wonder you took her for your Alpha!"

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma had to ask, "Heavy Penetrator?"

Raising a finger to her mouth, Asrial shushed at the mouse-type pokégirl vehemently. "He doesn't need to know about that!"

Her long, black-tipped yellow ears flattening along the sides of her head, the pokégirl apologized. "Sorry, Alpha Asrial. I didn't know..."

Taking a deep breath, Asrial sighed. "It's okay, Kiiro. It's just not something you go around talking about."

Still blinking his eyes, Ranma asked, "Hillsfar?"

Eye twitching, Asrial told the pigtailed martial artist, "Don't ask. Please, just don't ask..."

Ranma blinked his eyes curiously. "What?"

Putting down her fork for a moment, the middle Tendo sister turned in her seat to look towards Ranma. "If she says don't ask, don't... at least while we eat." Nabiki added as an afterthought. She wanted to eat and not think about sex or hear sexy lingo.

Nodding his head slowly, Ranma finally answered, "All right." He then started digging into his second helping of stew.

Finally finishing her meal, Akane had to admit that for a weird and perverted name, it was really good! "Hey, Kasumi?" The youngest Tendo spoke up as she looked at her sister. "Can... can I have seconds?"

Kasumi nodded her head. "Of course, Akane-chan," she replied in a very light tone of voice. Getting up from her seat and taking Akane's plate and bowl she walked over to the cart and opened the pot on top, scooping out some more of the tasty stew she'd thrown together.

"Thanks Kasumi," Akane told her as she gratefully accepted the plate. She then resumed eating, digging into her serving of stew.

Having watched the eldest Tendo sister get up to serve the youngest, the Salusian stared at the woman with a raised eyebrow. "So Kasumi... what's with the new outfit?" Asrial asked curiously.

Turning to the Salusian of Imperial birth, the woman with chestnut brown hair gave Asrial a wide smile. "Oh, we got everyone some of these on a clearance sale!"

Blinking her eyes, the royal Salusian asked, "Everyone?"

Putting down his bowl, the pigtailed martial artist was the one to explain. "The grocery store manager told me they're combat-grade suits for training or battle. The newer models were coming in so we got these at a steal." Ranma then turned his attention back to his meal. Man, those KhangAssCunt eggs were tasty!

"Ooooh! That's why they're so familiar..." Kiiro mused. After all, her old position as Greasy Pete's pokégirls hardly required battle so she never wore or even saw the combat suits often. However, that didn't mean customers' pokégirls didn't wear them.

Nodding her head to Kiiro, the eldest of the Tendo sisters kept facing the Salusian. "And that also means you can wear one too, Asrial! We have one for you!" Kasumi practically gushed. She looked forward to seeing the princess dressed up in one of them.

"Thank GOD!" Asrial said seriously. "I finally have something to wear while I get this outfit taken care of," she motioned to what she was wearing. "From everything that's been going on, it's starting to smell ripe!" It had gotten to the point were clean clothes were sounding like a rare luxury.

Raising her head, the Cheetit looked at Asrial curiously. "But I thought skunk-girls were supposed to smell 'ripe'?" Cyan asked seriously. "Their musk is supposed to be one of the biggest marks of their sexuality."

Her left eye twitching lightly, Asrial told her, "I stink of sweat and..." realizing she had the youngest Tendo in the room with them, she lamely finished with, "Sweat... just sweat. Lots and lots of sweat."

"From sex," Alice chimed in.

Turning to glare at the Shadowcat, Asrial wondered why the hell she couldn't get any respect from this damned Cat-type? Oh, wait... that's right. Because she foolishly let her take control of her so often the Cat-type thought she was a pushover. Damned hormones! Well, the Salusian knew she'd have to take care of that as soon as possible. She wouldn't have the Shadowcat undermining her authority! She was Ranma's Alpha! She was the Leader of the Harem! She was his favorite fuck toy to slam his cock into!

...

...

Dear lord, she did NOT just think that, did she?

"Asrial," Kasumi spoke up in a slightly chiding tone of voice. "No slamming your head on the table." Honestly, WHAT was with everyone's table-manners lately?

"I see I'm not the only one frustrated with this world," Nabiki mused, a small smile gracing her features. About time someone else had a headache.

Nodding her head, the youngest Tendo added, "Ditto." Honestly, Akane felt it easier knowing there were others in the same boat as she was, so to speak.

Lifting her head off the table, Asrial sighed. "Anyway, the RV is running again. I left it there because the girls and I plan to take whatever we can from that Garage to upgrade it with." She smirked. "Consider it a five fingered discount."

"And it's not like that asshole needs it," Kiiro pointed out, pleased that what little of a Bond she had to her last owner was gone. Finally! She could freely curse him out and attack him if he tried anything to hurt her or those she cared about.

The youngest Tendo blinked her eyes curiously. "Five finger discount?"

"Akane, long story short, the garage where the RV is and where Kiiro came from was owned by a jackass," Nabiki explained somewhat wincing. Damn it, now she was getting word sensitive. "He tried to rip us off and assaulted Asrial before Ranma turned the tables and got Officer Jolie to help."

"Assault?" The girl with short black hair asked. She then turned to look at the blonde skunk-girl. "Are you alright?" Akane asked Asrial fearfully. With the way things had been going, she wouldn't put anything past anyone in this world!

"Could've been worse." Asrial replied, wincing at the memories that came to her. Shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts, the Salusian took a deep breath. "I'm a tough girl and he's going to pay in spades. That's all I care for," she said, shooting Ranma a smile while she reached out to rub Kiiro's ears.

Smiling, Kiiro churred as she rubbed her head into the scritching hand.

Nodding his head, Ranma looked at his fiancée. "It's too bad you were in the tank at the time, Akane. Taking that chump down would have been up your alley Akane. He needed a good Tendo smack-down!"

Rolling her eyes, Akane grumbled, "Oh, so now you compliment my skills!"

"Well, thrashing is your forte," Ranma told her seriously.

Raising an eyebrow, Akane just stared at Ranma for a long moment. Finally, after the pause in conversation, she asked, "Was that an insult?"

"Children..." Nabiki spoke up sternly. She was going to nip this in the bud before it managed to degrade into a fight. The woman was not going to put up with this bullshit at the moment!

Ranma winced as he realized the road he was starting to go down; one all too easy for him to follow. Taking a deep breath and trying to clear his thoughts, the pigtailed martial artist tried to explain as best he could. "I'm just saying when it comes to righteous womanly rage; you got it in spades, Akane. You could've kicked his ass royally and I doubt the law would've said anything about it. He was apparently vandalizing my property, after all..."

"Not that Asrial IS property..." he quickly added. "I'm saying what they were doing to the RV and junk," he tried to explain before Akane could go off.

Considering that for a moment, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts nodded her head in acceptance. "All right, I see what you mean." She sighed. "Damn... I could've used the chance to vent."

"Don't worry, Akane..." the middle Tendo daughter told her younger sister. "I'm sure there will be plenty of other opportunities." She frowned. "I was looking over the passing rate of the Tamer's tests. Apparently, if you can pass with a grade of better than 50%, they pass your sorry ass, give you a PokéDex, a starter pokégirl, five PokéBalls and a firm handshake."

Nodding his head to that, the pigtailed martial artist was quick to point out, "And since Akane's got better school marks than me she should be able to handle it no problem!"

Turning her head slightly towards the raven-haired Asian's direction, Nabiki smirked at him. "Nice try buttering her up Ranma but this test will be about stuff she's unfamiliar with. She'll need all the tutoring she can get!"

"Dessert?" Kasumi asked suddenly, saving Ranma from sticking his foot in his mouth.

Needless to say, the pigtailed Tamer was thankful for the distraction. "What do we got?" Ranma asked excitedly. He was still hungry!

"Creampie, several variety!" The eldest Tendo sister chimed out happily.

Raising a hand to her face, Nabiki rubbed her eyes. Kami-sama, please... her sister meant JUST cream... right?

Right!?

"I like this Jizzibelle White-Lime Creampie. It's so gooey and melts in your mouth!" Kasumi shouted cheerfully as she held up said pie, snuggled in its tin. Smiling at her younger sister, the eldest Tendo sibling asked, "Nabiki, why don't you have a slice? You could use some more sweets in your diet."

Staring at the pie, Nabiki asked, "Don't you mean Jezebel or Jesse-belle?" She really hoped that one was a slip of Kasumi's tongue.

Shaking her head, the matriarch of the Tendo girls replied, "No. The brand-name is Jizzibelle. It's mmm-mmm good to the last creamy drop!"

Trying to get a better look at the pie, all Akane could say was, "That's a whole lot of cream..."

"Oh, I agree that this is nice but I've seen larger deposits," Kasumi told her.

At hearing Kasumi say that both Ranma and Asrial sputtered in shock, the commented having caught them off-guard.

Her tail swaying back and forth behind her, the Shadowcat looked at her master and Alpha with curiousness. "What's with you two?" Alice asked.

"N-nothing," Asrial said suddenly, her voice cracking for a moment. She raised her left hand, coughing into it to clear her throat as she tried to relax back into her seat.

With all the innuendo floating about, Nabiki sighed in annoyance. "Okay, Kasumi," she finally spoke up. "Please give me a slice..."

Nodding her head, Kasumi set the pie back on the cart. Picking up a knife, she slowly cut a slice, putting it onto an empty plate. Picking it up, she brought it over to and handed it to Nabiki. "Tell me what you think."

Using her fork to cut off a small piece, Nabiki brought the portion of creamy confectionary up to her mouth and chewed it for a moment before swallowing. Licking her lips slightly, the most mercenary of the Tendo daughters had to admit, "Mmm... this is good." She then used her for to take another, larger bite from her pie.

Watching Nabiki eat the pie, Ranma couldn't help but stare wide-eyed. The way the cream ran down her chin looked like...

"Oh Kasumi, you are slick..." Asrial muttered lowly to herself.

Seeing as how Nabiki was enjoying the creampie, the youngest Tendo turned to look at her other sister that was still standing. "Kasumi? Can I have some too? Please?

Smiling widely, the happy homemaker replied, "Why of course you can, Akane!" She happily cut her sister a slice of the pie and handed it over to her.

Gulping nervously, Ranma fidgeted in his seat. This was just great! Now BOTH middle and youngest Tendo sisters were eating pie that, when dripping on their faces, looked too much like-

"They weren't kidding when they said it has such creamy goodness!" Kasumi replied happily. She'd need to remember to buy this brand again. Turning to the lone male at the table, she asked, "Would you like some, Ranma?"

Eyes going wide, the pigtailed martial artist shook his head from side-to-side. "N-no thanks!" Chuckling nervously at the looks he was getting, her quietly asked, "What else do we have?"

"Hmm..." Kasumi considered that for a moment. "Well, we do have something called Tangy Twat Tarts." She smiled. "That name was just too cute to pass up!"

Nabiki rolled her eyes. Kasumi thought THAT was cute? Shaking her head, the middle Tendo continued to eat, not realizing the excess cream the dribbled down her chin made it look like she'd just given head to someone with a rather heavy load.

A sweat-drop traveling down the side of his head, Ranma had to ask, "Tangy Twat Tarts?" Oh this was just bad.

However, the Electric-type pokégirl was practically bouncing in her seat. "Oh, oh! I like those!" Kiiro shouted in excitement. Turning to Kasumi, she bedded the woman, "Can I please have some? I haven't had any in a long while. Pllleeeeease?" Her black eyes were practically sparkling with hope.

"Oh, of course Kiiro-chan!" Kasumi replied as she reached for the middle shelf to get the box of treats she had there.

Watching as the nice woman went to retrieve the tasty treats, Kiiro smiled widely. "Oh goodie! Thank you!" She clapped her hands together in excitement. "They're such tasty pokégirl treats!"

Pausing for a moment, the eldest Tendo sister blinked her eyes. "Pokégirl treats?"

Kiiro nodded her head firmly. "It says so on the box."

Turning the box around and getting a good look at it, Kasumi chuckled nervously. "So it is..." oh dear, and she'd eaten one already on the way home. She really hoped that didn't do anything to her.

"But they're so good, like most pokégirl foods, they're made cross-edible with humans and pokégirls." Alice added seriously. "Twat Tarts are among the top types." The thousand gods knew that whenever Gary got a couple of boxes he and his buddies would hog the damn things! They wouldn't leave them even one tiny crumb!

Relaxing, the eldest of the Tendo sisters smiled. "Oh that's good. Then I don't feel at unease for the one I ate." Kasumi said with a giggle.

The Shadowcat grinned as widely as her pre-evolution of Cheshire could. "Not at all. Eat twat until you can't no more!" Alice said with her wide grin still plastering her face.

Nodding her head firmly, Kasumi happily agreed with the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl.

Lowering her fork, the youngest Tendo just stared at her eldest sister and the dark-furred cat-girl. "That sounded... wrong..." Akane said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. Getting a look at the treats, she mumbled, "Oh what the hell. Let me try one."

Smiling at seeing her youngest sister get into the spirit of things, Kasumi handed Akane a tart. "Go on. Try to bite right into the center!"

Looking over the peach-shaped treat for a moment, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts lifted it up to her face, smelling it. Odd; like sugary... fish? Bracing herself, Akane opened her mouth and took a bite. Eyes going wide, Akane held it away from her to just stare at the treat. Swallowing, she couldn't help but shout, "Wow! This is good!"

Nodding her head to that, the middle Tendo took a moment to swallow her mouthful of creampie. "The food here continues to surprise. It's weirdly named but damned good," Nabiki allowed. As long as she acted like this was normal, she might be able to act as a catalyst to keep Akane calm.

Watching as the other girls were digging into their desserts, the Salusian noticed her pigtailed friend sitting stock-still. "Ranma? You're pretty quiet." Asrial mumbled as she poked him to elicit some sort of reaction.

Leaning over towards Asrial, Ranma whispered, "I'm trying NOT to get aroused." He motioned to Kasumi as an example, the woman having started on her own piece of creampie.

Watching the excess cream dripping from the corners of her mouth, Asrial had to admit, "I feel for you..."

Lowering his head, Ranma sighed. He couldn't allow himself to get aroused. NOT in front of Akane!

Swallowing her mouthful, the eldest Tendo then told the others. "Oh! I almosy forgot! I also picked up some delightful donuts!" Kasumi reached over to the cart while still sitting and grabbed onto the edge of a plate. Bringing it to the table, the plate was covered with what in her world would have been éclairs. However, these ones were rather phallic in their shape. Bringing one to her own mouth, she bit into it, causing a thick white spurt of cream to splatter out and land across her chest. "Oh my... but it sure gets all over you."

Eyes going wide and his pupils dilating to the size of pin-pricks, Ranma's brain almost exploded.

Sighing at the pigtailed teen's reaction, the middle Tendo sister shook her head. "Ranma, go to the vending machine down the hall and get me a soda please." Nabiki asked.

Blinking his eyes once, twice, it took the puddle of melted goo in Ranma's skull to process the request asked of him. "Huh?"

"Soda... now." Nabiki said while nodding her head to him.

Ranma nodded his head in reply, wondering why she wanted a soda of all times? Then he noticed she was STILL nodding. "Oh! Right! Soda!" He quickly got up from his seat and bailed out the door at high speeds.

"That was fast," the youngest Tendo said as she watched the door swinging back and forth on its hinge. "Damn. I didn't get to tell him I wanted one." Akane said with a pout.

"It's probably best you stick to water, milk and OJ." Nabiki told her younger sister. She then waved her hand to stem off any complaint and added, "At least until the staff here clears you."

Nodding her head, Kasumi chimed in, "She's right, Akane. I had to let the nurse 'OK' the foods before I could let you have them."

Akane frowned lightly at hearing that. Damned spider really did a number on her.