Anime Addventure : Pokegirls: Tendo Indiscriminate Taming School

by tutcat

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

7. Chapter 7

Out in the hallway, Ranma sighed in relief, grateful that Nabiki gave him an excuse to run like hell before his semi-hard on rose to full-mast, so to speak. "Too close..." he mumbled as she ventured off towards the end of the hallway. Stopping in front of the vending machine, he eyed the selections. He had to blink his eyes in surprise as the names of the choices really hammered into his skull. Icefall Springs Bottled Water, Dullburro Coffee, Jizzy-Fizzy Soda, Lemon-Aide and Fortune Farms Bottled Milk.

"Jizzy-Fizzy?" The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer asked no one in particular...

...except he got an answer. "Oh, it's pretty good," a passing NurseJoy told him. "It has a real good caffeine rush." She grinned a bit as the male gawked at her. "The thousand gods know it's helped me get through a few late-night shifts; it works better than the coffee."

Slowly nodding his head to that response, Ranma asked, "All right... how's it taste?"

"Fizzy and sweet... yet not too sweet," the NurseJoy tried to explain. Oh yes, it could be VERY fizzy.

"Okay, I'll get it." Ranma said as he took some coins out of his pocket. Putting enough coins in to get six bottles, he sighed. He just hoped Akane didn't freak out from this name. True, she handled herself with the desserts but it had been Kasumi that had introduced him. He would be the one coming back with these.

As he gathered the sodas he sighed as he felt relief. His pants were no longer tenting. He slowly walked back towards the room sodas in hand... and prayed the rest of lunch would go well.

Sasuke ran quickly across the grounds of the Kuno Estate. Opening the paper doors in the back of the main mansion and closing them behind him, the fleet-footed retainer to the Stone Town Kuno family hurriedly made his way to the room of, "Mistress Kodachi Kuno!"

Turning from the washizaki she was polishing, the Black Cherry of Stone Town locked the weapon back into its saya and looked over her shoulder at the ninja, annoyance clear on her face and lacing her voice. "I'm a little busy right now, Sasuke..."

"Mistress Kodachi," the small man of mouse-type descent spoke up. "Your package from Professor Stroak arrived!" He held up the PokéBall in his hand. "He had the Phallus Town PokéCenter wire her over to Stone Town's PokéCenter. I picked her up when I was getting more P-Meds for the pokégirls we have working the mines."

The eyes of the Black Cherry lit with excitement. "Did you now? That is wonderful news!" Setting aside her sword back onto the stand with its sister katana atop, she marched over to the ninja. "Let me see."

Holding out the red and white sphere to the woman, the rat-faced retainer offered it to her. "Here, Mistress Kuno. The Arachnae you ordered."

Practically snatching the PokéBall from Sasuka's grasp, the woman eyed the red and white sphere curiously. "Yes... now then, I ought to let her out so she knows who's the boss."

Blinking his eyes, the short and mousey man fearfully asked, "So soon? Is it wise, given the circumstances it was caught under?"

Kodachi just smiled. "My dear Sasuke, she was Level 5 Taming Cycled THREEtimes. She'll be close to catatonia..." her eyes gleamed. "She shouldn't be a challenge for one such as the Black Cherry of Stone Town! OH HOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOO!"

Bringing his hands up and over his ears, the son of a ninjanezumi shuddered. He had sensitive hearing after all, and her laugh always grated on his ear-drums.

Calming down from her bout of laughter, the woman grinned maliciously. "Well now, let's begin!" Grinning widely, the woman wound up to pitch. "Arachnae! I SCREW YOU!" Kodachi threw the PokéBall. There sphere hit the wall and fell to the floor, triggering the release mechanism. The ball opened and pokégirl appeared in a collocating swirl of red light; the digital information of the Arachanae as it turned back into the physical representation of the pokégirl that had been contained within.

Stepping back from the physically intimidating arachnid pokégirl, the ninja retainer hoped this wouldn't bite them in the ass. When shit went down, he often got it first!

Released from her PokéBall, tall taur-like Arachnid pokégirl turned about in place on her four arachnid legs as she tried to re-orient herself. It's black carapace laced with red shimmering in the artificial lighting, the Bug/Poison-type got a good look at the small yet luxuriously decorated room. "Arach?" It asked curiously as her red compound eyes turned on Kodachi.

Genuinely smiling at the much taller and multi-limbed pokégirl, Kodachi approached her without a hint of fear. "Do not be distressed, sweet one." She cooed gently as she slowly held out a hand. "I am Kodachi... your master but also your friend... do not be afraid."

The taur-like arachnid pokégirl cocked her head back and forth and walks up to the woman with a ponytail on the side of her head. She circled around the human woman, looking at the girl with a critical eye.

"Go on," the Black Cherry of Stone Town told her. "Touch, smell, feel, lick all you need... get to know me," Kodachi told the pokégirl encouragingly. "I am no threat or foe."

The large tauric arachnid leaned her head forward, smelling Kodachi hair first and then bringing her bottom left arm around to lift the human woman's left hand. She opened her mouth and licked at it, getting a taste of the woman's flesh.

Shivering in delight at the creature's tongue, Kodachi cooed, "That's it. Go on, go on..."

Slowly the pokégirl's probing became more curious. She nuzzled about Kodachi, smelling and licking more, impressed that this woman did not move or do nothing but leave herself open... and there was no fear no hostility.

Not a threat.

"Arachnae..." the Bug/Poison-type rasped out as he released the woman.

Turning to face her new pet, Kodachi raised a hand to stroke the pokégirl's currently human-like face. "Poor thing... we'll help you regain your vocals." The Black Cherry told the Arachnae almost lovingly. She then turned to look at the short and pathetic male. "Sasuke!"

Standing at attention, the retainer to the Stone Town Kunos replied, "Yes, Mistress Kodachi?"

"See about getting me a Speech T2 as soon as possible. I want my darling Arachne to be able to communicate with me on a level more befitting a creature as beautiful and deadly as her."

A sweat-drop trickled down the side of Sasuke's head. Beautiful? That thing!? "Whatever you say, Mistress Kodachi! It shall be done!"

"Good," Kodachi walked over to her dresser. Picking up her purse, she pulled some SLC notes from her money clip and handed it to him. "Also, I want you to stop by the tailor and have him fix up something to dress her with. If he needs measurements you can tell him we'll be by later this week."

Pocketing the money given to him, the rat-faced ninja brought his hands to his side quickly. "Yes Mistress Kodachi." Sasuke bows and jumped away and out of the room to perform his errand. One Speech T2 coming up!

Watching the small male leave her chambers, Kodachi slowly turned, returning her attention to the Arachnae. Bringing both her hands up, she cupped the larger pokégirl's face. "Such a sweet creature... are you hungry?"

Somewhat understanding what the small human female was telling her, the Bug/Poison-type pokégirl responded, "Arachnae!"

"Come! I'll give you all you need..." she grinned as she lead the large and dangerous pokégirl out of her room. "I feel we'll be getting along just nicely and you can meet your new sisters too when we head to the 'arena' later."

Walking down the steps with a light foot, Kodachi smiled as her new pokégirl obediently followed behind her. Ah yes, she was proud of her new Arachnae. Such a powerful and fearsome creature, it was the most perfect Bug/Poison-type pokégirl, seconded only to the deliciously destructive Widow. Oh if only she could own a Widow... sadly those pokégirls had no cognitive reasoning and were just engines of destruction... still, an Arachnae was a wonderful runner-up.

As she entered the kitchen she claps her hands. "Ladies a small feast for myself and ready the dish I was saving for my lovely companion." Her smile was most... unnerving. "Afterwards take some time off."

"Yes Mistress!" The small cadre of Iron Chefs bow and started to run around the kitchen, working on food while two of their numbers left the room completely.

Kodachi turned to her new pet, bringing a hand to rub a black-skinned breast. "Don't worry my sweet pet. We'll get you fed..."

"Arach?" The tauric Bug/Poison-type asked as she bounced a little both legs, causing other assets to gainax.

Licking her lips, Kodachi mumbled, "Mmm... good. I love it when a pokégirl's excited." The Black Cherry smirked, her hand still rubbing. She was further delighted when the pokégirl grabbed her wrist and brought her other hand on the arachnid's other breast. "Mmm... like that?"

Nodding her head, the pokégirl replied, "Arach, Arachnae!"

"I promise to do more later..." her eyes widened as the pair of double doors to the kitchen opened. "Ah, look... your meal has arrived." The Black Cherry told her pet as two Iron Chefs came into the room with a trolley cart, a blonde and buxom Bunnygirl on top of a tray and surrounded by lettuce. She was struggling with the rope used to tie her, crying out around the large apple used to gag her mouth.

The Bug/Poison-type eyed the bound pokégirl and licked her lips. Oh yes, this woman who she let lead her around was good to her... very good.

The woman's eyes narrowing, Kodachi told her, "Go ahead and eat, beautiful. She's all for you..."

"ARACHNAE!" The spider-like pokégirl shouted excitedly a she bounced up on both sets of spider legs. Her two large red compound eyes stared hungrily at the bound pokégirl that futilely struggled as she came towards it.

"Summon some maids, we'll need mops." Kodachi said casually as she took a couple of steps back. She knew from experience with some of her other pets that this could get messy.

Nodding her head, one of the Iron Chefs that brought her in replied, "Yes, Mistress Kodachi." Oh she felt bad for those poor MaidYvettes. Those girls always got stuck with some of the worst work!

Holding onto the wide-eyed Bunnygirl with all four arms, the Arachnae opened her mouth wide. The spinnerets mounted at the back of her mouth came foeward, causing her otherwise human face to transform into something more spider-like as they became mandibles. She just held the pokégirl for a moment, smelling the pheromones of her fear. Yes, fear made the blood so much tastier!

Watching carefully, Kodachi stayed quiet and gave the pokégirl a wide berth of space. She wanted to see this act but also knew better than to stay too close during the actual act of feeding.

And then the arachnid pokégirl struck! Clamping her sharp teeth down around the right side of the Bunnygirl's neck, the sudden burst of arterial spray still managed to catch the base of Kodachi's dress.

Tears streaming from her eyes, the Bunnygirl tried to scream as the other pokégirl was literally sucking the lifeblood out of her, red ichor cascading down the front of her twitching furry body.

Kodachi was un-phased by what happened to her dress. In fact she felt a little hot. "Mmm... my, my... this is so much better than those downloaded videos I order." She licked her lips; with the exception of the real thing, nothing was better than pokégirl snuff films. Oh she loved seeing those Bunnygirls and Bimbos get what was coming to them. They were only good for two things: sex and death. "And I guess she was a really juicy one..." she commented as her new pokégirl continued to feed.

As two MaidYvettes came in with mops and started to work, even as the large spider-type continued to feast, pulling off portions of muscle and flesh amongst spurts of crimson, the Black Cherry couldn't help but feel pride. She so loved pokégirls that could tear into others with little compulsion. It was why she loved her Feraligarter, her dear Midorigame. Yes, she still had the RoseBreasts she started out with, but it was that loving and destructive Water-type that helped Kodachi discover her own blood lust... and a literal Blood Lust. Since then, she'd added a Sharptits and Vampire to her collection of pets, two pokégirls that so loved blood... and now she had a deadly Arachnae.

Oh yes, if she ever found Ranma Saotome again, he was in for quite the surprise...

Once her hunger was sated the Arachnae dropped the now dead pokégirl, inhaling air sharply as to ease her aroused senses. Oh that was sooo filling!

Catching sight of the blonde Bunnygirl's blue eyes starting to glaze over, Kodachi recognized the sight of death all too easily. Taking a step closer as the corpse, the black-haired woman asked, "I guess you won't be making a mess of my room anymore, will you Bunny-chan?"

In the shopping district of Pewtit City, there was one store that stocked up on EVERYTHING a Tamer could want, a PokéMart likes no other. Know to all as the retail chain of 'AsS-Mart' it was based on the principles of buy bulk for low prices. However, the Pewtit branch of AaS-Mart was pretty empty most of the time. It was true that AsS-Mart had the best prices and best variety of ANY store but no one was willing to take a look into this specialty store; even with the enticement of the vast quantities and varieties of product for low-LOW prices...

It was because of the store's owner that people would stay away. Calling him 'eccentric' would be calling the Bloody Flu a 'mild cold'!

Yes, this man was a Tamer himself once. One Ash J. Williams, (only his Bimbo Linda had been allowed to call him 'Ashley'). He had had more trouble with Infernal pokégirls over the years and it didn't take a genius, (ie Ash) long to figure out that being a Tamer was some DANGEROUS stuff. It was because of his previous bad experiences he designed and stocked this AsS-Mart as he had. Remembering everything that went wrong and what could have helped, Ash fully stocked this building with everything and ANYTHING a Tamer could need.

"I just wish these ungrateful bastards would listen to my advice!" The retail clerk in his mid-thirties grumbled. He had made his store of the AsS-Mart chain the very best! There was no PokéMart around like the Pewtit AsS-Mart! Why the hell wouldn't people listen to him!? Sure he was a bad slow thinker but he was a good fast thinker! He knew the ins and outs and dealing with pokégirls, (Dark and Ghost-types of the Infernal persuasion especially) and he knew he could save lives if they'd only come in and buy his crap!

Problem was, while he was a nice guy he was also a bit of an egotistic asshole...

Who always carried a boomstick.

Ah well... he still got enough business through travelers and Tamers who didn't live in the city who were happy for low prices and good merchandise to keep the store afloat. But he didn't get the revenue he really wanted because the damn town was full of sissies! Pokégirls were as much of a threat as they were fuckable!

Thankfully for him, 'eccentric' clerks meant nothing to one who saw good merchandise for low prices as king.

*Ding-a-ling*!

Walking past the automatic doors, a certain pigtailed martial artist looked back and forth. He turned around to look back at his female companions, (human and pokégirls) as they entered. "So this is the place?"

"Yes it is Ranma, though as usual the name makes me think I'm entering a fetish shop." Nabiki sighed. Damn pokégirl-oriented mind-fuck that this world was. Shaking her head to clear it of her uneasiness, she told him, "Nothing to do about that though..." she looked into the very large building, seeing rows and rows of tall aisles that looked filled with merchandise. "Hello!" She called out. "Anyone here?"

Before she could ask a second time a man leapt over the counter and rushed over to her. "WELCOME TO ASS-MART!" The tall, suave clock-puncher with metallic prosthetic hand and scar on his face chimed out in a melodic tone.

"Gah!" The raven-haired Asian yelped out at the surprise. Blinking his eyes, he stared at Ash for a moment. "Um...okay, thanks?" Ranma offered as he took a step back to stand by Nabiki.

Clasping his hands together, Ash was grinning widely. "Man I was hoping some people would come in today!" He told them before standing straight. "Name's Ash Williams! What can I and my AaS-Mart wares do for you?"

Looking the retail clerk over, Nabiki blinked her eyes once, twice. Finally, she told him, "Well, first off I'd like to pick up some clothing. There are a few women in our troupe and we'll need to get them all squirreled away." She looked over to the Elf that was hiding behind Ranma. "Cassandra! You do know the sizes of the harem, right?"

Looking out from behind her master, the normally quiet elf softly nodded her head. "Yes, Mistress Nabiki."

Hearing that, the AaS-Mart clerk cocked his head to look at Nabiki. Looking up and down her frame for a moment, he gasped, "I'll be fucking dipped... you're human!"

Nabiki stared at the man for a long moment. "I'd say, 'no duh' but I guess human women who never go through Threshold are rare for you, huh?" The middle Tendo inquired as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Rare as golden shit lady," Ash answered, ever the charming sort. "You better be mindful. When word gets out, lots of guys will start asking for fuck-dates 'cause a non-threshold gal means extra chances for kids who won't turn into pokégirls."

Nabiki blinked her eyes at that. "Fuck-dates...?"

The AsS-Mart employee nodded his head. "Yeah, you know, the usual! Dinner, movie or whatever and then fucking," Ash stated nonchalantly, as if it were the norm. And frankly, it pretty much was.

Raising an eyebrow, the Ranma spoke up and asked the AaS-Mart representative, "What about non-fucking dates?"

Turning his head to look at Ranma, Ash laughed heartily. "Bwahahahaahahaaaa!" He gasped for breath. "Oh, good one, pal! That's kiddy stuff!" Raising his metallic hand and coughing into it to clear his throat and get his laughter under control, (he saw the look of annoyance growing on the woman's face) the AsS-Mart employee straightened up. "Anyway, what are you looking for specifically in clothing?"

"Well," Cyan spoke up, smiling widely. She was the resident shopper of the group after all. "There are certain furred pokégirls that need some attention fashion-wise and I hope you'd be willing to offer us the assistance we need." She stood up straight, purposely thrusting her chest out towards the retail clerk's direction as to get his attention.

His eyes fixated on her chest for a moment before the retail clerk finally forced himself to look up at her beautiful face. "Doll, I pride myself on a wide stock of everything." He stood back a little and waved his arm out, motioning to the store. "Come, come! I'll show you the stuff plus we got an on-site Seamstress for adjustments." He continued to wave, motioning for everyone to follow him as he started to walk into the store.

Once they reached the clothing section, he turned to the potential customers and spread his arms in a wide gesture to everything. "From battle suits to casual-wear, I got it all!" Lowering his arms, he admitted, "Only thing I don't carry are those super mecha armored-suits, those you have to buy from their manufacturers directly."

"Mecha... suits?" Nabiki asked as she slowly raised an eyebrow.

Nodding his head firmly, the AsS-Mart employee grinned. "Yeah, they're enviro-suits for hostile areas. Some places also allow arena matches with customized suits worn by pokégirls too! It's less bloody than some matches but all the techno-geeks scream in woe as metal flies." Ash explained as he began to chuckle. "Oh, those technophiles..."

Ranma nodded his head slowly at Ash's explanation. "That might be something to look into for Asrial..." he said seriously. He knew she wasn't a pokégiril and she needed something to put her on par with them since she was going to be viewed and treated as one by the people of this world.

"If you're interested, I got cards for all the major mech corporations; you know like Jahana Corp. and Mishima Heavy Industries... but I gotta warn you, they charge a lot," Ash offered. Any way to get business...

Nodding her head in agreement, Nabiki realized what their clerk had told them was something else for her to look into. "That would be appreciated. So, Mister..." she looked at his name-tag. "Williams. What would you suggest is functional yet... exotic?"

Eyes lighting up in amusement, Ask told her, "Ahh, good question! Well, I admit that I don't have the latest battle spandex suits in yet but I got the last models."

"So do we," the middle Tendo sibling told him, her attitude all business. "What else?"

Clasping his hands together and bringing them up to his chin, Ash thought for a moment. "Ah... well, I have a line of these puppies." Dropping his hands, the retail clerk walked over to a rack showing off what looked like sexy cosplay outfits. "Don't let the cuteness fool you: they're combat grade. Functional but also appeasing to the eye and great for role-play Taming!"

Nabiki looked them over with a raised eyebrow. Turning back to the retail clerk, she asked, "Sailor Suits?"

"Those are the current 'popular' ones, my dear," Ash stated seriously. "We can also customize them in case you want to add your own touch!" He motioned to the back by thumbing over his shoulder. "Having an on-site Seamstress pokégirl does have its advantages..."

That made the Cheetit's eyes light up. "Ah, so it's a Seamstress pokégirl and not just a woman working as a seamstress..." she grinned widely. Those pokégirls could be so useful! She looked forward to getting some pieces fitted perfectly to her!

Nodding her head, Nabiki continued to eye the racks. "...I rather like the leather get up... not the BONDAGE ONE! THAT ONE!" She shouted at the pigtailed man and points to the piece in question when Ranma eyed her weirdly.

Stunned for a moment at her outburst, Ranma quickly turned his head towards what she meant. He had to admit it looked like... a woman's business suit. Only this one was fully leather, with the skirt being more like a typical mini-skirt to allow full leg movement and no doubt to allow a full panty flash, if said girl wore any. Also the jacket had short sleeves and it all looked easy to remove but stable enough that it wouldn't come off flimsily. "Nabiki Tendo the sexy boss... I can dig it."

Nabiki twitched at hearing that, even if she liked the ring. "Sexy boss?" She asked him with annoyance to her voice. She had to keep up some appearances after all.

Chuckling nervously as the glare she was giving him made him feel he should put his guard up, the pigtailed martial artist tried to explain, "Well, you are the boss. You're the one that's doing their best to keep everyone together..." he answered lamely. Sweat trickling down the side of his head, he tried to explain, "You're the one in charge!"

Biting his lower lip, the AaS-Mart employee was doing his best not to laugh. Making fun of customers often lost them. Still, he couldn't help but nudge Ranma with his elbow and teased, "So you're pussy-whipped, huh?"

His shoulders falling down in a slump, the pigtailed martial artist numbly nodded his head. "I am... oh hell yeah."

To that response the raven-haired martial artist gave, Nabiki smirked with pride, glad the tables were turned and... well, the compliment was nice. She raised her hand and pat Ranma on the head. "That's a good Tamer..." she said in a teasing way before turning her head to face the Elf, the ever quiet and useful Plant/Magic-type pokégirl. "Now then Cassandra, you know everyone's tastes. What do you think whom would want?"

Cassandra only needed to considered such a request for a few seconds. "Well, Cyan here has many tastes but for her it's got to be tight and revealing."

Nodding her head firmly, the Cheetit replied, "Damn straight!"

"As for Alice," the Elf continued, "She enjoys wearing dark clothing. She likes dark blues and purples a lot but she has a preference for black. It blends in with her fur and lets her blend stealthily in with dark areas, especially at night." She shook her head. "I swear, that girl is going to get herself into trouble one day."

"We'll do out best to keep the girl out of trouble," Ranma told his Elf. "What do you think about Kiiro-chan?"

Blushing lightly as she thought about the rambunctious Peekabu, Cassandra replied, "Actually I think she wants to go naked. But if you want to give her some clothes that allow freedom and functionality, I think that maybe a pair of overalls and gloves wouldn't hurt. Probably khaki ones rather than denim."

"The overalls," Nabiki said. "She may like going around naked but I think it would be best for everyone involved if she had something." Left unsaid that it would be especially good for Akane. Her arms crossed over her chest as she turned to the Elf, she asked the sylvan pokégirl, "And how about Asrial? And what about yourself?"

Blinking at the woman, the Elf raised her head suddenly. "Muh-myself?" Cassandra asked, genuinely surprised. "Well... I kinda like what I have. Something that actually offers decency and if I get a color choice... I like earth tones; browns and greens..."

Nodding his head, Ranma admitted that would suit her well. "What about Asrial-chan? What could we get her?" He didn't notice Nabiki looking at him with a raised eyebrow when he'd used the suffix of 'chan'.

"As for Alpha Asrial..." the blonde-haired Elf went silent as she considered this. Slowly, the pointy-eared pokégirl suggested, "I think anything with decency would be appreciated by her. No offense master, but she does seem like a prude. At best you might be able to get her to wear a tank-top with other camouflage fatigues and army gear. She reminds me of a professional soldier..."

Ranma blinked his eyes at hearing that. "You know, that does kinda make sense. I get a similar vibe from her. She seems to have some kind of military upbringing..."

Hearing that, Nabiki turned from the sylvan pokégirl and looked at Ash. "Williams! Do you think you can help us out with that?"

Nodding his head, the sales clerk beat on his chest with his metallic fist. "Of course! Trust me, Miss! We've got the various styles you need for your girls! All I need is some sizes and I'll get to it!"

"All right then," Nabiki said at the response she got. She then turned her head to the right to look back towards the pokégirl she'd been facing fully prior. "Cassandra!"

Standing at attention from the forcefulness behind the voice, the Elf quickly responded, "Yes, Mistress Nabiki?"

With the Plant/Magic-type pokégirl's attention on her, the human woman told her, "Please go with Mr. Williams here and help him find some clothing for the group in the proper sizes." Nabiki then turned her head to the left to look at the Cheetit. "Cyan!"

Blinking her eyes at having her named called, the Normal/Fighting-type feline pokégirl asked, "Yeah?"

"Go along with them," she raised her right arm to motion towards the AaS-Mart employee and the Elf. "You have better fashion sense than Cassandra does. And while you do that, Ranma and I shall be looking for other supplies we'll need for our trip."

The Cheetit nodded her head quickly. "Yes ma'am!" Cyan replied, giving the woman a sloppy salute. "I'll make sure the clothes are functional and hot to trot!" She said with a bit of pride.

The woman raised an eyebrow, surprised by the cheetah-like woman's enthusiasm. "Yes... you do that," the middle Tendo sibling replied slowly. "As I said, we'll be looking for other supplies in the other side of the store." As she was about to turn and get walking, she stopped suddenly. "Oh, and Mr. Williams?"

Smiling, Ash replied, "Yes, ma'am?"

Looking over her shoulder, there was a dangerous glint to the Asian woman's eye. "Can I trust you to not molest our girls, even if we'll just be on the other side of the store? We've had a bad run in already with shady dealers..." she turned to face him fully, hands on her hips. "Do we have your word?"

Grinning, Ash confidently told the human woman, "You have my word as a man and as the proprietor of the Pewtit Branch of AsS-Mart!" He nodded his head at her. "I got my own hottie at home and I don't touch other people's pokégirls without permission."

"Good," the Tendo girl said in a firm, no-nonsense voice. "Otherwise I'm sure you'd be needing a metal something ELSE if you do." Nabiki smiled very evilly at him.

Blinking his eyes once, twice, the color left Ash's face for a moment. "Er... yes ma'am!" He held up his hands defensively. "No need to get your panties in a bunch! I won't even try molesting your pokégirls. I mean, besides, it would be two of them against one of me! I'm only human!"

"Good man, good man..." Nabiki said with a smile before turning around once more and walking away. Without even stopping, she called back, "Come on, Ranma! We don't have all day!"

When he was sure the woman was out of ear-shot, the fighter of Infernal pokégirls whispered to the Asian male, "Dude! She's one tough chick!"

"Tell me about it..." Ranma muttered in agreement. Taking a deep breath, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts slowly exhaled before going off to follow Nabiki. As soon as he caught up to her, he asked, "Did ya have to do that?"

The business-minded woman turned to look at Ranma with a cold gaze. "I don't want a repeat of Pete... do you?" Nabiki practically glared frosty daggers at him.

Yelping at the look she gave him, Ranma jumped back from the force of the glare. "Hell no!" He yelped out, the sound echoing a little throughout the store.

Nodding her head firmly, the Tendo woman told him, "Good! Just remember, even friendly faces might have warped thinking so it's best to lay down our rules." She took a deep breath and straightened up. "Remember, pokégirls are barely above being mere slaves and hardly by much."

Slowly, Ranma nodded his head. "Yeah... I know..."

Staring at the martial artist, Nabiki told him, "Some tamers I've read about just don't care and let anyone mess with their girls for money or discounts. Some are just so callous that they let it happen for kicks!" Her eyes narrowed. "We need to be firm our girls are OURS, not anyone else's to mess with!"

Again, the pigtailed Tamer nodded his head. "I see your point," Ranma said seriously as he walked with Nabiki. "So what do we need to pick up?"

"P-Meds for one thing," the middle Tendo daughter said seriously.

Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. "P-Meds?"

Nodding her head as she walked along the store's floor, Nabiki explained, "P-Meds or pokégirl medications are arguably a Tamer's best friend when a member of their harem gets injured. P-Med doses come in pressurized containers that are fitted with a pressurized, needle-less injector. A container can hold up to fifteen doses of a particular P-Med." She sighed. "And if we're to get any freedoms for any amount of time, we may want to stay away from civilization when we can. And that means we can't depend on PokéCenters to keep our girls healthy..." she knew eventually they'd need to get a PPHU or Portable Pokégirl Healing Unit but she didn't think they'd have the money for that until Ranma got his extra income from the Tamers they'd taken care of that had attacked them.

Which reminded her, they needed to go to the police station after this and have Ranma fill out that paperwork. Sighing, she continued to look through the aisle with medications. "What else... damn, damn... does he have them?" She rubbed her chin with her right hand as she gazed over the racks.

Blinking his eyes at the seriousness his fiancée's sister was gazing over the medication rack, it made the martial artist curious. "What'cha looking for?" Ranma inquired with fascination.

"Something Alice mentioned," Nabiki told her whipping boy. "It's rare but if you're to have a healthy sex life with non-pokégirls..." she trailed off as she spotted what she was searching for. "Ah-ha!" A frown came to her face. "Damn! Extra pricey but we'll have to bite the bullet," she grumbled as she grabbed a large box off the shelf.

Blinking his eyes, Ranma leaned forward to get a look at what the Tendo girl was holding. "What're those?"

"Why, the absolute greatest invention for women... the pill!" Nabiki explained as she held up the box for him to see. "Even though pokégirls are the majority, there are women who do not enter Threshold and stay human. While condoms are still made, the pill was a lost technology until ten years ago. But because they're hardly needed, they're rare and expensive but still a commodity that's made. So we're getting this pack of..." she checked the box. "Ten cases with ten pills each, so that's one hundred total..."

Ranma blinked his eyes as he just stared at the box. "The pill? Why the heck do we need a pill for you guys?"

She just stared at Ranma for a moment before she slapped herself on the face with her free hand. Sliding that hand down her face, Nabiki glared at Ranma. "We need it so you DON'T KNOCK ONE OF US UP, IDIOT!"

"GAH!" Ranma yelped out and fell backwards, landing on his ass. He placed his hands down on the floor and lifted himself to an upright sitting position.

Staring down at the unnerved martial artist, the woman with a pageboy haircut told him, "As I was saying, these are for preventing pregnancy. You got lucky with Kasumi and Asrial. Even if the latter's alien physiology is debatable about if she can breed with humans, her concern alone validate that we should get this for her... plus if myself or Akane get... 'active', these will work fine." She looked back at the rack. "Just to be safe we'll buy two boxes and get bulk box of condoms. Unlike pokégirls, we can't be shoved into a PokéBall to retard the fertilization process."

Nodding his head slowly as he finally got up from the AaS-Mart's floor, Ranma was blushing pretty heavily. He had no desire to become a father any time soon; he had no clue how to raise kids! True, he could probably just do the opposite of what his father did with raising him and do a decent job but that was his debatable. "Yeah... this sounds good. Very, very good..."

Finally, the woman managed to give him a smile. Okay, it was a smirk but she wasn't trying to intimidate him further. "See? It pays to think ahead!" Nabiki told him, as she spotted a cart. Walking past him, she put the armful of items in there. "Okay, now what else...?" She looked back at the rack, looking at the area of it that was further down the aisle.

Noticing where Nabiki's gaze lie, Ranma had to ask, "Um... why are you still eyeing the sex items?"

Nabiki turned her gaze to him. "Because, my dear Saotome, you have three harem girls who need a Taming and from the sound of it, Asrial will love you for it, if just to get Alice off her back. I recommend giving that girl a long hard Taming and probably talk to her about her overzealous antics. We don't need our alien princess/mechanic going postal." Walking back to the aisle, Nabiki stopped to stand by her sister's fiancé. "Plus, who says I'm not curious to nab something for myself?" She gave him a saucy wink.

Staring wide-eyed, Ranma gulped nervously. He felt both intimidated and rather turned on by that look she gave him.

Nabiki inwardly chuckled to herself. That would keep him in line. "Now let's see. What do we have here..." she humbled as she looked through the aisle with medication. She smiled as she found, "The salves!"

That caught the martial artist's attentions. "Salves?" Ranma asked curiously.

Nodding her head, the middle Tendo told him, "Recently, creams and salves have become the popular alternative to potions and such, since Tamers, i.e. normal humans can use them to the same benefit. They can also be packed more easily and have become standard for long-term camping trips." Her eyes narrowed. "Which means we can help Akane get back to her prime while we're away from the city as well as have something for us to use in case of emergency."

"That's good," Ranma replied, nodding his head in agreement. "So, they work on other wounds and not just..." he blushed as he tried to think of how to put over-Taming in a way that didn't sound too perverted. "Friction burns?"

"Multi-purpose items seem to be a strong point of this world and damned, if it doesn't make things easier for us! We'll take a few jars, this guy does have good prices on good merchandise," the middle Tendo sibling admitted as she started to hand Ranma different jars to hold. Burn Salve, Antidote Salve, Frostburn Salve, the popular Quick-Heal and All-Purpose Menthol Salve...

"AH HA!" Nabiki shouted as she picked up a few salve jars that had a different pictures of fruit on them. "They do have Fruit-Scented Salve!"

Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. "Fruit-Scented?"

"And tasting," the girl with the pageboy haircut told him. "The second most popular salve on the market, this salve is meant for sexual intercourse. A single application to the genitals can have any liquids produced tasting like a wide selection of fruit." She smirked as she held up the one with a picture of a banana for Ranma to see for emphasis.

Staring at the image, the pigtailed martial artist could only ask, "You're serious?"

Nodding her head, Nabiki told her, "It'll also be something of a gift to Kasumi. This stuff also works to flavor breast milk if applied to the breasts of lactating pokégirls. This is especially true for Milktits... which means Kasumi will have a wider variety of flavored milks to make dishes with."

Now THAT caught Ranma's attention. "Really?"

Nabiki smiled at that response. "Mmmhmm... so, you like that idea?"

"Who wouldn't!?" He admitted rather bluntly, slowly grinning as the Saotome glutton in him was coming out. Still, he couldn't help but notice, "You're really into this..."

"I am not..." the woman told him. "I'm just going for deals and the good stuff."

Feeling a little confident, (he always trusted his gut's instinct) Ranma leaned in and told her, "I think Nabiki's getting her sexy on."

Nabiki smirked at him. "No, I'm getting YOUR sexy on. If you're to be a good Tamer and keep this harem in line, I need you to be that sex machine and pervert that your fiancées always thought you would be." She looked at all he was carrying. "Get all of that into the cart and meet me in the 'Domina Tools' section."

Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. "Domina... tools?"

"You heard me," Nabiki told him as she smirked. She then caught him by surprise as she brazenly patted his junk before heading off into the store.

Eyes wide, Ranma stammered a bit but managed to get control of himself. Putting all the salves and medications into the cart Nabiki already procured, the pigtailed martial artist made his way towards the Domina Tools section... and wished he hadn't. He stared at the slick leather whip that Nabiki was holding.

"There you are, Ranma. We'll need to care for these girls and keep them in line! That means we'll need the proper... 'tools'," she told him as she held up another whip in her hand, this one made of a thicker material and colored brown in comparison to the sleek black one she had picked up first. "What do you think, Ranma? Whip or Bullwhip?"

His jaw moving up and down, it took the Asian male a few moments to finally make any sound. "I... I... I... I dunno!" He gasped. "I'm not into this kinda stuff!"

Nabiki smiled mischievously, testing the normal whip. She struck out towards the center of the aisle and away from Ranma, causing a nice and firm cracking sound to echo. "Hmm... this one might be more prudent, given its sleeker nature..."

The pigtailed martial artist gawked at Nabiki. "Are you... serious?"

Turning back to the shocked pigtailed teenager, the Tendo sister smirked. "Well, you never know when they might come in handy. I take it you never saw Indiana Jones?"

Thinking about that for a moment, Ranma admitted, "Actually I did. I saw you watching it a few times."

"Oh?" The woman asked, raising an eyebrow. "Spying on me, were you?" She stalked towards him, whip in hand.

Seeing how she was advancing on him, Ranma's eyes went wide with fear. "NO! Just moving through the house, you know!?" He held his hands up defensively as he stared at the whip the woman was holding.

Her eyes into gazing Ranma's own, the woman asked him, "Is that all?"

Nodding his head rapidly, Ranma was quick to squeak out, "REALLY!"

"Such a pity..." Nabiki grumbled but couldn't blame him. She knew how her younger sister could get. "Well, there's still more we need," she said as she placed the whip into the cart. She pulled a small box off the shelf and looked it over. "Hmm... clothespins. Box of fifteen..."

That made the pigtailed martial artist blink his eyes. "What are clothespins doing here? Did someone misplace them?" Although maybe they should pick them up... Kasumi might need them to dry out laundry when they were on the road again.

Getting a devious idea from that inquiry, Nabiki smirked at Ranma. She opened the box slowly and asked, "You want to know why they're in this section?"

Nodding his head, Ranma replied, "Well yeah. What's it doing here if it's not misplaced?"

Looking around them for a moment, Nabiki soon turned back to the pigtailed martial artist with a smirk on her face. She then pulled up her shirt enough to reveal her bra.

Ranma stared wide-eyed at what the woman was wearing. "N-Nabiki!"

The woman raised a finger to her lips. "Hush!" She told him firmly. "Anyway, this is the way it's used." She slipped her right cup down, revealing a perky, well sized breast topped with a deep brown nipple as opposed to Kasumi's pink tops. She takes a clothespin and fashioned it onto her nipple, hissing softly at the pressure. "Ngh... they can be used for pain-pleasure toys... like this."

Eyes as wide as dinner plates, Ranma gulped nervously as he slowly nodded his head in understanding.

"Like that?" Nabiki asked in a husky voice.

The pigtailed martial artist couldn't help but gawk. Finally, he was able to ask, "...Like what? The show, you or both?"

"Hmm..." Nabiki smirked. "Either or."

"Both but don't ask me to do that!" Ranma practically screeched.

Satisfied with his answer, (and squeamishness) she removed the pin and put it back into the box. Closing the lid, she tossed the small box into the cart before moving her hands to her chest, adjusting her bra back into place and bringing her shirt back down. She couldn't help but note that Ranma was aroused a good bit. Nice to know she could affect him. Not that she was in the mood to have sex with him, mind you. She just liked having some measure of control.

Still facing away, his face a complete blush, Ranma asked, "Nabiki?"

Placing a case of Evermelt Wax candles and a large red rubber ball-gag into the cart as well, Nabiki replied by asking, "Yes, Ranma?"

"Why are there fifteen of them in a case?" He asked in a small voice. "I mean, when it comes to sets of breasts there's only two on a woman... right?"

Nabiki smirked. "Yes, but women do have a third 'nub' that could have it applied. And that makes five full sets in one box." Nabiki stopped as she noticed a few machines along the floor and under the shelf. "What's this?" She asked as she picked up the very large electronic device. Bringing the tag into view, she read it over. "What would... oooooh..." she chuckled to herself.

Seeing the look of interest on the woman's face, Ranma gulped nervously. "Dare I ask?"

Turning to look at Ranma, Nabiki said, "Check this out! I think we have a gift for Kasumi when she passes her Tamer's exam."

Turning around slowly, Ranma stopped as he looked at the device. "A vacuum cleaner?" He had to admit, that could help keep the RV clean. But why did it have a set of nozzles and hoses rather than one the one? And what was with the mostly clear body; you weren't supposed to look at the crap you cleaned up, were you?

"This Ranma is an E-Rect Nipple Brand Nipple Suction Machine." Nabiki smirked as the pigtailed martial artist blinked his eyes. "It's a machine that will allow Kasumi to 'milk' her Milktit. I doubt she'll be hungry for milk all the time and this can help with the pokégirl..." left unsaid was that she was pretty sure that it could be used for kinky sex play. She knew other pokégirls could get to lactating thanks to Milktit milk.

Accepting the explanation, the pigtailed martial artist said, "Oh! That does explain why it looked like a weird vacuum cleaner." Ranma shook his head. He'd never been on a farm and saw milking machine so it was no surprised he missed the connection.

Looking over the device for a moment, Nabiki finally decided, "We'll hide this until she passes." She lifting the machine up before gently placing it down into the shopping cart. "Now let's see... what else?" Eyeing a lingerie rack, she held up a bra, garter, panty and stocking set made with black and red silks. "Think this suits me?" She asked, posing as she held it over her clothes.

Looking at her, Ranma shrugged. He then honestly answered, "Can't tell really, not unless you put it on."

The middle Tendo sister slowly raised an eyebrow. "Hold that thought." Nabiki looked around, spying a sign that read, 'Dressing Rooms' near the back. She then walked away, vanishing towards the back.

Staring at the direction the woman was running, Ranma's shoulders slumped. "...Oh, I did not just encourage her too, did I? First Kasumi, now Nabiki..." he blinked his eyes. "Or maybe she's just getting payback for all her headaches?"

"The headaches!" He could hear Nabiki call back to him. Oh damn, he'd said that out loud.

After a few minutes of standing in the aisle, Ranma heard a voice call from behind him. "Weeeell?" Turning around to the source of the voice, his jaw dropped and he felt his tenting come full cycle. The set Nabiki had on was black garter stocking leading up to a black garter set with red lacy panties with black trimming and bows, the bra was mainly black with red lace almost showing the nipples and... well, the stuff looked like it was made for her.

"Gah... I... duh... derrr..." Ranma tried to speak and found himself tongue-tied.

Nabiki smirked as she sauntered up to him. "Keep this up and I'll use the rubber ball-gag I put in the cart on you..." she teased, poking his chest with her right index finger.

"Duh... huh... wow..." he finally managed to tell her in some word that was out of a genuine form of verbal communication.

Nabiki's wicked glance seemed to draw the conclusion of his still incoherent babbling as a success. She sauntered over towards him and bent low, showing off her cleavage. "I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. Tarantino..."

Looking down, the blushing pigtailed Tamer could only mutter. "I wish I was Mr. Tarantino..."

She pushes him onto a... somehow, conveniently-placed chair, (it was a VibroMassage Brand) and sat on his lap. "So, I get the ol' fire going, do I?" She asked huskily, grinned most deviously down at the raven-haired male.

Nodding his head ever so slowly, Ranma was doing his best to look up at the woman's eyes rather than the rest of her. "I'd be a liar if I said no..." he gulped. "Wuh-what's this about?"

Looking into his eyes, the lingerie-clad Tendo told him, "Kasumi's not the only one repressed. I rarely get to act sexy..." she told coyly, loving how easy it was to see the open display of emotions in his eyes. "You need to buck up on some resistance Ranma. Most Tamers see nudity 24/7..." she smiled, a kinder smile. "But I appreciate the honesty." She grabbed his pride through his pants. "Hmm... no wonder Kasumi and the other girls wanted a ride..." she whispered huskily. She then straddled him, presses her panty-clad front to his hips. "Mmmm..."

Stiffing in the chair, (in more ways than one) Ranma was gasping out in shock if not surprise and a little bit of lust. "Ahh! N-Nabik!?"

"Mmm... do you want me? Answer honestly..." she whispered huskily before she blew hot air into his ear. "You want some of what I got... you tasted one Tendo pie... you want the middle center now?"

Quickly nodded his head, he shouted, "Y-yes! Yes, damn it! Yes!"

"Then earn it." The woman told him as she climbed off his lap. Blowing him a kiss, she walked back towards the dressing rooms.

Sitting back in the exotic red leather massage chair, Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. He looked down at his tented pants and wanted to cry. "Aw, hell!"

Yep... this was going to be a looong shopping trip.

Walking along the grounds of the Kuno Estate, the small man stopped outside of the mountains in the back. The stone formation was carved in to give it an epic feel of a Colosseum of old Ream, even if it was only on one face of mountain base. This was Kodachi's special place, her secret arena for her to indulge in her 'sports' and grow her 'garden'. Admittedly, said garden was rather beautiful but a good portion of the plants were deadly if you didn't know which to avoid. It had even attracted a few Feral Plant and Poison-type pokégirls...

Sighing, the retainer carefully walked into a place that was a death-trap in and of itself. "Mistress Kodachi!" He called out, hoping to get her attention. He'd rather not go in further...

It was then a melodic voice echoed out from the depths. "What is it, Sasuke?"

Oh thank the thousand gods! He got her on the first call! Letting out a breath of relief, the rat-faced ninja stopped in place. "Mistress Kodachi! I brought you the Speech T2, just like you ordered!"

The voice replied in a joyous tone. "Excellent! Just stay on the red-lighted path to avoid my carnivorous plants! We're in the center having tea!"

The ninja looks down at his feet. To help guide staffers so they wouldn't get mauled, there were lines of lights that indicated the safe paths. The red lights that were on currently indicated what the safe path was, while those still black meant death. So he followed the red points to a clearing with a koi pond and a gazebo where Kodachi was sitting with her latest pokégirl and let out yet another breath of relief. Thank the thousand gods she had the proper light patterns on. Sometimes she'd purposely switch which red lights were on and lead pokégirls to their deaths!

Looking up at his mistress, the short man winced at the sight. There was Kodachi in her black leather bustier corset and garters with skulls and spikes the woman was quite intimidating... even more so than that Arachnae sitting across from her that was eating the remains of what had been some other pokégirl. "Isn't she darling?" She asked with a heartfelt sigh. "She's regaining her strength quickly; she'll be ready for my death games soon!" She giggled like a school girl at that thought.

"That's... lovely..." Sasuke said slowly as he eyed the remains. He felt pale as he could tell from what was left of its head that it had been a mouse-type of some sort. Taking a deep breath, the ninja added, "Anyway, Mistress! Here's the T2." The ninja shivered as he presented the Technique Training Machine to the woman.

Taking it from his hands, the woman squealed in delight. "Thank you, Sasuke!" She then looked at her sweet pet. "Oh, Kagekumo! I have a gift for you!"

The Arachnae named Kagekumo or Shadow Spider lifted her head up from her nearly finished meal. "Arach?" The Bug/Poison-type pokégirl asked curiously.

The woman gave her pet a most beautiful, (albeit creepy) smile. "I promise this is a good gift. Be still sweetling," Kodachi cooed, rubbing the side of her Arachnae's face with her hand before bringing the T2 over with the other. Holding the metallic crystal-like object and pressing it to the pokégirl's forehead the device activated. Waves of energy originated from the small device and weaved about the pokégirl's body.

Watching with fascination, the Black Cherry of Stone Town told her, "That's it, sweetling... let it work..." she smiled as the T2 stopped releasing energy. "There." She removed the Technique Training Machine from the Arachnae's forehead once the process was done. "Can you understand me?"

Blinking her eyes once, twice, the creature looked at Kodachi with her bright red compound eyes. "...Yeessss..." she managed to hiss out, testing her new vocals.

The Kuno heiress clapped her hands together in delight. "Oh wonderful!" Kodachi practically beamed with pride. "Now we can hold conversations a lot easier!"

"Yessssss, thisss doessssss make thingsssssss eassssierrrrr..." the pokégirl nodded her head, further testing her vocals. "Niiiiiissse... I learrrrrned human sssssssspeeech to underssssstand betterrrrrr what my prrrrrey wassss ssssaying but to ssssspeak it...amassssing."

Kodachi blinked her eyes in surprise. "You... understood me before?"

Again, the Arachnae nodded her head. "Yessss... I would not have lived long as I have without adapting."

A grin started to stretch across the human woman's face. "So my theory was correct! Feral types can retain high intelligence!" Kodachi squealed in delight. Oh, this was so useful!

The large pokégirl tilted her head. "Not alwayssss the casssse but yesssss we can," the Bug/Poison-type answered. "You'rrrre interrrresssssting. Mosssst humanssss fearrrr me but you... you offerrrrr companionship and yet do not lorrrrrd overrrr me like a ssssssslave."

Raising an eyebrow to that, the Black Cherry of Stone Town asked, "And piss you off?" She snorted. "My dear, I respect your kind, your graceful forms, your skills of predation... it is beauty in natural form. Your cunning, guile and how you kill with grace, what's not to adore? I told myself years ago if I could ever have one of your kind, it must be a mutual respect relationship or I may find myself lunch."

The Arachnae grinned. "You arrre wissse..." she hissed out. "Yesss... I will enjoy worrrking wifff you lovely..." she looked over to Sasuka for a moment. "Isss he food?"

Going wide-eyed for a moment, Sasuke let out a shrill squeak as he leapt back.

The woman shook her head and replied firmly, "No he is my servant and he does his job well. He is not food." Kodachi made eye-contact with her pokégirl. "Besides, I have much tastier dishes for you."

Hearing that made Sasuke let out a breath. Again, thank the thousand gods!

Kodachi smirked. "After all, there are so many pokégirls out there that have no real use... the Bimbo and Bunnygirl for examples. Something really needs to be done with them... so why not as food for lovely pets like you?" She offered. "This way, such insufficient pokégirls are finally made useful..."

Red eyes glowed with anticipation. "I like how you think. Ssssomefffing not only tasssssty but alsssso good to look at." The Poison/Bug-type pokégirl beamed.

"Oh yes," Kodachi spoke up as she remembered something she wanted to ask. "I gave you the name Kagekumo... does it suit or offend you?"

The pokégirl grinned. "It ssssuitssss me fine, my lady."

The Black Cherry of Stone Town grinned back. "Most excellent. Now what are you in the mood for? If you're still hungry, as I said before, there's plenty to go around. We have an arena for sparring and battle..." her gaze became rather lustful. "If you seek hot sex, we have a variety of playmates as well."

Arachnae raised an eyebrow. "Rrrrrreally?" She let out a lustful growl. "What kind?"

Kodachi grinned. "Myself and my harem. We need to get properly introduced."

The Arachnae licked her lips. Oh yes, this was a wonderful set-up...

Gendo Giovanni continued to stare at the screens before him, watching as the two pureblooded humans chatted with the pokégirl clone of the female.

Normally Gendo would never have tolerated such acts in Team Rocket. Pokégirls were tools, weapons, pawns to be used and disposed of when the need and situation required. They were not to be coddled, spoke to kindly, or held in such a manner. But the pureblooded humans were a resource, a resource that needed to be brought in just right for maximum reward.

"Report, Dr. Akagi," he said, before the blond had even finished entering his office.

The blond female gulped slightly, recognizing the tone Gendo had used; he was in a bad mood and wanted good news NOW! "Tests have confirmed the two remaining clones have a stable genetic base. The others that were experiencing failure at the DNA level have been successfully changed to rare pokégirls."

"Have them cycled immediately," said Gendo. "If their memories are copied like a pokégirls, then we do not need them with divided loyalties."

Ritsuko nodded; glad that her own line was human female for several generations, almost as happy as she had been when puberty had ended for her without any pokégirl genes activating. As such, she was too valuable to ever be Balled and Cycled.

No, it was straight to some rich ass's bedroom after a nice lobotomy. You didn't need an IQ above ninety to say "Harder!"

"The two who ruined Clone 3?"

"They were Balled and changed into common pokégirls before being shipped to Entertainment," she replied. "They were Cycled at Level Four as per your orders, so as to have some idea of what they would be going through."

Entertainment was a lounge area within the base, a place where certain Rocket members with certain fetishes could enjoy said sexual desires without worrying about damaging any pokégirls, namely because said girls were as disposable as socks with holes in them. Who cared if said pokégirls ended up dead in any number of ways? There was always more. It was said that some of the lucky ones who went quick ended up in the Viridick Gym lobby on display.

"What of the team we sent to Pewtit?" he asked.

"They have yet to arrive," said Ritsuko. She took in a deep breath, preparing for whatever lashing out Gendo would do at the next bit of information. "Our main contact in the area was recently arrested, apparently trying to scam the male human out of money."

"I see," said Gendo coldly, his eyes momentarily hidden by a glare off his glasses. "Fallout?"

"They had no vital intelligence, if anything the Police may find some supplies they were to hold for any agents we needed in the area, stuff that will only appear as if he was either stockpiling for himself and perhaps his cousin."

"Arrange to have them on the receiving end of an accident in their detention," said Gendo. "Their pokégirls?"

"They certainly know nothing," said Ritsuko. "The men only took them out to battle or to work, and they knew our policy of having witnesses. One is currently in the hands of Tamer Saotome, a Peekabu. The others will likely be given to Tamer Saotome after the Court finishes the trial, as the supposed debt they owe Tamer Saotome is well over two hundred thousand SLCs," she finished.

Gendo stared impassively. "Have one of the agents with a psychic do a complete scan on the men and the pokégirls. If any are able to identify our agents or provide a suitable bit of evidence we were linked to him, they too are to receive accidents.

"What of our source who first alerted us to the humans?" he asked.

"That man is still stationed at the Buggy Woods," said Akagi. "He will be unable to make a trip to Pewtit for the next three weeks without arousing suspicion."

Gendo lowered his head. That meant they had no main agent in Pewtit, as well as the proposed base of operations was out. He'd have to arrange for the garage to be destroyed as well, something that looked like a former customer of Krankcase decided to get some payback on the soon-to-be-dead man. "I want options for the team in one hour; new base of operations, and completely new procedures to acquire the necessary genetic data. I want to know if these four humans are pureblooded or have poké-ancestry."

Akagi nodded, making the necessary notes on her notepad.

"Genetic samples from the human male have not been procured?" he asked.

Akagi shook her head. "Jeremy seems … shy. He has not initiated any intimate contact with the converted clone, the female Ichikoo, or any of the pokégirls sent to acquire sperm samples from him."

"And the egg samples from the clones?"

"No progress," said Akagi. "Their reproductive systems are stable, but the eggs lose viability outside of the body. This is most likely due to their natures and should stabilize after a few months."

"You informed me they were stable," Gendo growled.

"Their bodies are stable, but reproduction is currently beyond them, at least for obtaining egg samples to use outside their bodies. We calculate a forty-seven-point-three percent chance that impregnation may also be a problem for them for the same time period."

Gendo's right hand tightened. Without working samples, he was limited to what subjects he could clone from. Pure human sperm and egg specimens would have allowed him to create new females, new pureblooded humans with which to begin his plan. Already the two he had were hesitant to trust him, certainly not trusting enough to allow a situation where they could be examined in such a way to acquire samples.

Perhaps he would have more luck with those four in Pewtit, when the team arrived. "Team status?"

"Holding an hour away from Pewtit at a rest area, awaiting further orders. Sub-Commander Fuyutsuki did not want them roaming around town without a plan of attack."

He nodded at that. His former Sensei was always a bright man. "Very well; step up efforts to acquire samples from the male here," he said. "The female can be brought in under the guise of a medical checkup, provided you can find a way to quickly acquire the needed eggs. I don't care how you get it, just get it!" he finished.

Ritsuko nodded quickly. She knew he was very serious; he wouldn't give a damn if she was the one to suck the samples out of the puny teen, as long as they were acquired.

"Have our agent at Buggy Woods do something useful, like learn what happened to the second team that was there." Both teams had been sent in to capture a Buzzbreast hive in the area. The first team had stumbled upon the humans; the second team had continued on and hadn't been heard from since. Considering what the outfit had carried with them, failure should not have been a possibility, and if their excuse—assuming a survivor was found—was poor, Entertainment would get some new additions soon.

"And the supposed alien skunk girl?" asked Ritsuko.

"I assume the Sub-Commander issued orders on that as well?" Gendo asked.

Ritsuko nodded. "We are to capture her alive, interrogate for technology, knowledge, and such, and keep alive to perhaps use for some purpose to be determined later."

Gendo slowly scratched his forehead. Damn the old man, he already had a plan, he just wanted to see if Gendo could think of it too. What possible use could there be to keeping it alive? After you learned all you could from the mind, the body was the next stop, and certainly the old man wasn't squeamish about doing a vivisection. What other possible use was there for such a…

And then Gendo smiled, an act that nearly made Akagi wet herself—and not in a sexy manner either. "Brilliant, Sensei," he muttered. What better way to push forward a human-agenda than by portraying the abomination as proof of say … alien influence to destroy humanity. Obviously Sukebe had used the alien DNA to create pokégirls, part of some plot to wipe out humanity. A reason why didn't matter, enough conspiracy theorists would fill that in. But it would turn many people against pokégirls, the supposed army of the invading aliens.

Ritsuko nearly purred as she watched Gendo's smile change once more, forming a smile she knew all too well. Like her human mother, Ritsuko had a fetish, a fetish for men with power, and very few rated higher than Gendo.

"Dr. Akagi, here, now," he growled, as he stood up, hands already fumbling with his belt.

With a happy sigh of content, Ritsuko moved over to his side of the desk, bending over, placing her hands on the hard oak top after pulling up her skirt, revealing a lack of undergarments.

Akane slowly blinked, as reality reset for her. "Huh?" she asked, looking around.

"Oh, welcome back, Akane," said a smiling Kasumi, a thick book in her hands, several more on a nearby table, along with a glass of milk. "We were a bit worried when you froze up like that when Kiiro hugged you goodbye. So I agreed to stay and watch over you."

Akane blinked at that. Kiiro was the blond furred mouse girl … who had kissed her goodbye … with tongue. A deep blush fell on her face as she recalled the incident, the shock leading to her 'locking up' for a bit. "She … and then … I…"

Kasumi nodded. "Kiiro is a very friendly and affectionate pokégirl. Poor dear was treated pretty badly by her old Tamer, and she likes to show her heart so readily, we didn't have time to tell her not to say goodbye like that to you."

"She stuck her tongue in my mouth," stated the shocked Tendo sister.

Kasumi nodded, recalling her own sessions with the Peekabu. "Oh my," she said worriedly, as she put down the thick tome she had been reading, searching the pile of books for what she needed. "I almost forgot that part of the exam," she said, finally sighing as she found what she was looking for.

Akane just stared, wondering why her sister was ignoring the fact that once again someone had taken a kiss from Akane without asking, when she paled, seeing the title of the book Kasumi was now studying.

"The Art of Taming: A Female Tamer's Guide to Taming Pokégirls"

"Kasumi?" squeaked Akane, pointing at the book, the French kiss from Kiiro now forgotten.

Blinking, Kasumi looked up at her sister, before looking back at the book. "Well Akane, I can't really ask Ranma to Tame my own pokégirls all the time, can I? That would be very rude to both him and my team."

"But I thought… Don't you need… But then you'll have to…" Akane sputtered, trying to make sense of what her sister had just said. Was her sister planning on having sex with pokégirls as well? Nabiki had mentioned that Ranma had to, something about Taming filling some need and all. But how could a woman fill that need?

Kasumi nodded, as she reached under the bed. "Oh yes, why the Nurse Joys got together and bought me a starter gift to help me along the way." The fact said gift was for the great scene in the bath and was probably because a few hoped she would use it on them was left unsaid. "This is a Maxus Super-Squirting Double-Ended Dildo," she said, holding the item up for her sister to see. "With this, I'm promised any pokégirl and female Tamer will enjoy themselves.

"But first, I have to study; I'm told the Female Tamer's test will be a bit more difficult than a male Tamer's. And I don't want to fail for any reason.

"If you want," she said, motioning to the stack of books, "you can study with me. I know Nabiki is studying as well, and we really should all have our licenses in case we need them. Nabiki said it would grant us more rights, but she didn't elaborate too much at the time."

Akane could only stare in continued shock, wondering what the hell was going on. Surely this wasn't the Kasumi she knew, surely the Kasumi she had grown up with wasn't interested in such things.

Or was she? Did this mean she never really understood her big sister, that there was a side of Kasumi hidden from them? Was this world changing Kasumi?

Hell, would it change her too?

"Now don't be like that, Akane," admonished Kasumi, seeing the look on her sister's face.

"But you were never like this…"

"I never had a chance to be like this," Kasumi said sadly. "When Mother passed, I … I threw everything I had to taking care of everyone. I never had a chance to be a wild teenager."

She closed the book, her eyes conveying the effect such memories of the past were having on her. "Here Akane, we can be … well, free from what is expected of us. No one knows of the Tendo-Saotome agreement here, no one here knows of what we went through after our Mother passed away.

"Here, we can reinvent ourselves, be free, and express a side we were afraid to express back home, for fear of whatever shame it might have brought." And she would know, having heard a lot of gossip while at the market. Who knew Nerima was filled with so many busybodies that had nothing better to do than gossip. "Besides, I'm a little shocked at how you reacted to Kiiro's kiss," she said, replacing the frown on her face with a teasing smile, a familiar sight from when they were younger.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked a confused Akane.

"Well, you were dating Ranma for a while essentially," Kasumi said. "And it would have been seriously rude of you not to accept Ranma's dual-gender nature."

Akane could only blink. Sure she had thought of kissing Ranma. But to kiss him as a girl? Well, there had been the odd dream or two about that. "I … I never really thought about it," she murmured, blushing deeply.

"Well you should," said Kasumi, as she reopened the book. "From what Nabiki said, the only known Jusenkyo in this world won't help him, especially if the local Ranma disappeared there. So he'll be stuck with his curse. And if you can't accept Ranma for who and what he is now, then you probably shouldn't string him along."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Akane asked.

Kasumi just shook her head. "You have to figure that out for yourself Akane. But if you want to make an effort to get over that hurdle, then being a Tamer would help.

"But I wouldn't even think of showing this to Ranma-chan," she continued, hefting up the dildo from earlier. "I doubt Ranma is that comfortable as a young woman to allow something like the Shiranui Tamer anywhere near her special place."

Akane could only sputter at such thoughts, continuing to do so even as Kasumi handed her a book on the basics of being a Tamer. Oh, it was ever so much fun to tease her little sister. I wonder why I ever stopped, she thought.

Ash J. Williams was having a very good day, you can bet on that. He got four customers, well only one since only one was paying, but he was buying for the four.

And they were buying a lot. Oh yes, no chance in hell of his balance sheet being in the red this month. The pigtailed Tamer and his human girlfriend were buying more in this one trip than he usually sold in a week. Outfits, medicines, and taming supplies, oh my.

And advice, they were listening to his advice. Oh, not fashion advice, he wasn't girly or anything. That he left up to the Seamstress in the back who was finishing up some quick changes to the outfits.

"You all need anything else?" he asked, addressing the human female directly, instead of the pussy whipped male. An important part of being a salesman was to always address the one who pulled the purse strings.

"You wouldn't happen to have a catalog or something similar we could look at on the road, in case we need something later."

"Sure thing," Ash said with a smile. Reaching under the register, he pulled out a small device. "Just plug this into your PokéDex, it'll let you look up what we here at AsS-Mart, as well as any local specials by syncing up with whatever AsS-Mart systems you're closest too."

Nabiki smiled. Yes, that would be pretty useful. It also meant that a PokéDex would be a fairly good piece of equipment to have if it had internet access beyond just listing what Ranma had in the bank. I hope they have a handbook for the thing, she thought, wondering if Kasumi would let her look hers over when the eldest Tendo girl passed her test. "Thank you," she said, looking over the device. It looked like it would fit in one of the terminal ports on the bottom of the PokéDex.

"Now then," said Ash, "if you will just insert your PokéDex into the register slot," he said, motioning to a terminal port beside his register, "we can get you folks out of here to continue on your day and try out your purchases."

"Oh yeah," smiled Cyan, drooling slightly at the thought of all those outfits she'd be able to try on. Alice was certainly going to be jealous she hadn't been with them. She'd have to wait until they got back from Pete's Garage before she could try on her outfits, let alone play with the glorious yarn.

Shrugging, Ranma pulled the device out of his pocket, taking a moment to figure out which end he was supposed to insert into the terminal—while grumbling how everything about this world seemed to involve something inserted somewhere.

Ash looked at the screen, smiling as the information began to cycle through. "Ah," he said, "I see you're a member of the AsS-Mart Club, which gives you a five percent discount off most of your purchases today."

Nabiki nodded, looking as the screen before her began lowering the prices of individual items. "Throw in some applications for that; the others will love that, and those are items will need more of later."

Ash pointed to some brochures on the counter. "Right there, Lady. Now the total is…" he trailed off, as a second discount appeared.

"A full fifteen percent off everything?" he muttered. "What the hell is a Platinum Discount?"

"No clue," said Ranma.

"You mean you don't know what clubs you're a member of?" asked Ash.

Chuckling nervously, Ranma scratched the back of his head. "Um … I kinda lost a lot of my memories a while ago, didn't even find out I had been missing till yesterday."

Ash sighed. Why did the odd ones always end up in his store? Reaching back under the counter, he pulled out the AsS-Mart Employee Manual, and began to look for the section on discounts. "Platinum, platinum, plati—oh, here it is."

His eyes went wide. That discount was reserved only for close family members of those who owned enough stock in AsS-Mart to be on the Board. Obviously daddy-dearest or if pussy-whipped was genetic, his mother was on the Board.

"So what is it?" asked Ranma.

"Well," said Ash with a smile, "seems like one of your parents is on the Board. Them and their children are the only ones that get that sort of discount."

The humans blinked at that. Both couldn't envision Genma Saotome being on some board. But Nodoka Saotome however…

Nabiki hissed slightly at that as Ranma's face fell slightly. She had never even tried to see if Auntie Saotome was alive on this world.

"You folks okay?" asked Ash.

"We didn't even know his mother was still alive," said Nabiki, giving into the urge and grabbing Ranma's hand to offer him some comfort.

"Well, didn't she ever try and e-mail you?" asked Ash, forgetting about lost profit for the moment, what with the upset child of a stock holder in his store and all. Pissed off children could gripe to a pissed off parent, who would them tell someone that would fire Ash, and send him out of the store without a job.

And he needed this job, damn it! Dealing with Infernals who kept attacking him was costly, what with repairs to his home, ammunition, and fuel for his chainsaw.

"E-mail?" asked Ranma.

"Man Kid, whatever hit your head must have been one helluva hit," murmured Ash, as he held out his hand. "Here, let me show you," he said, as Ranma handed him his PokéDex, the bill paid.

"Damn," muttered Ash, "no wonder you never got any letters from home, your inbox is full of mail from two years ago. That must have really been one helluva knock to your head."

Ranma just nodded, looking at the list of messages. He knew a little about that stuff from school, Hiroshi and Daisuke had showed him a bit about it, but it was quickly stopped when they explained how they used it to receive nude photos of girls.

Nabiki looked over the Subject Lines. "Damn Ranma, half of them are from people who seem pissed at you, the other seem to be asking for you to stop by for a Taming."

"GAH!"

"And look, you have two folders ready for the ones you want to keep, labeled 'Pricks' and 'Booty Calls'," Nabiki teased.

"Yeah, well," Ash started, handing Nabiki the PokéDex, "you might want to clear some space; someone important might be trying to get a hold of you."

Nabiki smirked. "Ranma, want some pills that promise the taming strength of a herd of Kattle?"

"NO!" he pleaded in embarrassment, solidifying to Ash who wore the pants in that relationship.

"How about wanting to call back a … female Tamer named Lina who specializes in magic-types," Nabiki puttered out, realizing there was yet another bad crossover now in her life.

"Can we do this later?" he asked.

"Sure," she replied, immediately going through and deleting what junk mail she found—which was a lot—and placing other mail in the proper inbox folders. If nothing else, she'd learn what other possible crossovers she had to worry about. Besides, you never knew when a list of enemies or friends might come in handy, even if the friends were apparently fuck-buddies for Ranma's analog.

Ash just chuckled. It was always nice to see someone else getting pushed around, especially when it didn't involve him in any way. "Well then, let's get you all packed up so you can head out," he said with a smile.

That smile only grew as he saw the nervousness of the male Tamer as they both caught Nabiki palming a few clothespins as well as attaching the whip to her side. Oh yes, someone was going to get lucky today.

Probably wouldn't just be Ash this time. Hell, he had made it so far today without a single attack.

"Thank you and come again," said Ash, as he watched the two humans and the now fully laden pokégirls leave. Sure, he lost a bit of profit, but he was now going to be known to a member of the Board. Yes sir, this day was going great.

He spoke too soon, as something crashed through the roof, revealing a pissed off Succubus. "I WILL SWALLOW YOUR COCK AND THEN YOUR SOUL!" she bellowed.

"Aw shit," muttered Ash, as he pulled out his trusty boomstick. "I hate Mondays."

"Oh calm down, Ranma," said a smirking Nabiki, noticing the nervous stares the boy sent her way. "Be good or no more free shows," she said.

Ranma just shuddered a bit. What was it with this world and what it seemed to do to the Tendo sisters? Nabiki never pulled stuff like this back in their world. What was next: Akane trying to jump him in bed when she got better?

Nabiki just smiled. She had no intention of giving Ranma another free show. The whip was mostly for show—though she did admit it felt like she was living a childhood dream about being like Indiana Jones. And the clothespins were mostly to mess with him. "Really Ranma, you need to build up some tolerance for this sort of thing. You could be exposed to such things at any moment, and unless you build up some tolerance, it might cost you a fight."

Ranma just glared at her. She expected him to have tolerance for that sort of stuff? Was she insane? He was more likely to die of exhaustion at this point.

"Oh, thank you, Master!" cried Cyan, as she tackled her Tamer, oddly also drawing attention away from the flashes of light from the store they had just left. "Thank you for the great clothes, oh, you're the perfect Tamer!" she cried happily, purring.

Nabiki noted that Ranma had at least built up some resistance to his fear at least, he wasn't freaking out like he had the first time they had run across the cat-types. In fact, he was reacting more like he had been glomped by a fiancée than something from his worst nightmares.

That became especially true when Cyan placed a lip-lock on the confused pigtailed Tamer.

As she pulled back, the Cheetit continued to smile. "When my turn is up, I'm going to give you a Taming you'll never … ever … forget," she purred.

"Uh … okay?" asked Ranma.

Nabiki just shook her head. Put him against an inhuman fighter that promised certain death and he would face it without flinching. Put him before a grateful female oozing sex appeal, he'd fall apart. "Enough of that, you two," she said, taking control of the situation. "Can you two get those packages back to the Pokécenter without any problems?"

The two nodded. "It should be of little trouble with Cyan's strength," Cassandra said.

"Good, put them all in my room when you return," said Nabiki. "We'll give the clothing out before or after dinner, depending on how long it takes us to find Jolie and gets those contracts signed." What she left unsaid was that she was hoping that said contracts didn't have a time limit, let alone had to be sent via email. It would seriously ruin her good mood if she lost money because no one had emptied the old Ranma's inbox. You think someone as tech-savvy as Asrial would have picked up on a 'You Got Mail' alert when she was playing with that thing yesterday.

"Awww," pouted Cyan. "Can't we have them now?"

"Wouldn't you rather give Ranma here a nice fashion show when we get back?" asked Nabiki huskily, sauntering over to the duo.

"We did buy everyone outfits," said Cassandra.

Cyan sighed. "Well, true, and I would like to see Mistress Kasumi's face when she sees the outfit we bought."

Nabiki blinked. "Wait, you bought outfits for all of us?"

"Oh yes," said Cyan smiling. "Even Master needed some new clothes."

"What's wrong with what I got?" asked Ranma, looking down at his clothes.

"Nothing Master," quickly answered Cyan. "But it isn't very fashionable. It barely shows off your hot bod or anything."

"We had a most difficult time, considering such outfits needed to be wearable and fashionable to both your forms," said Cassandra.

Ranma gulped at that. Somehow, just by saying that, a shiver of fear Ranma down his back. "I'm not gonna look like some pretty-boy, am I?" he asked, half pleading.

"Oh no," said Cyan quickly, as she dug quickly into one of the bags she had set on the ground when they had stopped. "See, this shirt is much better for you!"

"I have to admit," said Nabiki, as she looked over what Cyan held, "it is a pretty decent upgrade to your wardrobe, Ranma."

Ranma just stared at the shirt. It wasn't his usual silk shirt, that much was certain. "Is that spandex?" he asked.

Nabiki just smirked. They were right; both his forms would look good in that. "Later ladies; just head back for now and see if Kasumi needs any help with dinner. We'll be back as soon as we can. Just make sure no one else in our groups sees what we bought until then."

Cyan let out a deep sigh. At least she still had her yarn, her ever-so-hypnotic yarn. And sure, she couldn't put on the nice clothes she had bought. But she did get the promise of displaying them to her Master after dinner, and doing all of that was certainly better than working in some sweaty garage with the Alpha. "Fine."

Nabiki just shook her head as they took off. Sometimes there were like little kids. "Well let's go, Ranma. We still need to track Jolie down." She turned her head slightly. "Know where she lives, Ranma-baby?"

"Yeah," he said. "She lives pretty near the Pokécenter."

"So … we could have gone back together," Nabiki mentioned.

Ranma chuckled nervously. "Uh … yeah, but see, I don't know exactly where she lives. For the date, I sorta met her at the station."

Nabiki's shoulders slumped. "Well, that's helpful."

"Hey, it's not like she told me or nothing!" he growled out. "Besides, we can go to the station and ask where she lives."

The middle Tendo could only sigh. "Guess we have to," she muttered. The idea of walking into such a place never sat right with her. After all, she preferred to interact with as few people as possible. At least with Jolie, they could get in and out as soon as possible and get all the files they need, plus explained. "Not like she'll contact us."

"YOU'VE GOT MAIL!"

"Not possible," she muttered, as she grabbed Ranma's PokéDex from his pocket, eliciting a squeak as her hand went into his pants pocket.

Sure enough, she opened it, and the only new mail message available from the partially cleaned out inbox was an email from Officer Jenny, wanting to know if they could meet at her place, followed by directions to get there from the Pokécenter.

"Only for you, Ranma, could something like this happen," she grumbled out.

"Well, let's go," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. "And while we're on our way, we can clear out a bit more of this inbox.

"Now then, would you like to give your bank account information to the lawyer of a forgotten long lost relative in the Crescent Moon League so he can move out millions of SLCs?"

"Really?" asked Ranma. "Man, Pops never did tell me too much about our relatives."

"Ranma, Ranma, Ranma, let me explain to you about email scams."

He winced slightly. Why did she love to torture him so?

"I have to admit," said Jolie, as she opened the door for them, "that this wasn't what I had in mind when you said you needed some help."

"We appreciate it," said Nabiki with a smile. "We're just sorry to ask you to help us down here on your day off."

"No problem," said Jolie. "I still haven't gotten a chance to contact Brock yet to see if he can help you with your RV."

"That's okay," said Ranma. "We got someone who knows her stuff to take a look at it."

"But isn't it locked up in Pete's for the moment?" asked Jolie.

Nabiki shook her head. "He means they looked at one not completely broken down into spare parts. If they feel up to it, we plan to have them come here and try and fix it back up."

"Well, let me know when you do," said Jolie, as they entered into the station. "Pete's inquiry isn't going to well for the bastard, odds are he'll be in the poor house before its over. We already changed the locks on the place, and it's doubtful he'll even have a pokégirl to his name, let alone his cousin, when they're finished."

"Great," muttered Nabiki. That meant they'd likely get both the pokégirls and Pete's Garage out of it. And the only people in their group that new squat about repairing things weren't people they could even use as a front, let alone help give them time to sort things out. It was pretty hard to look for a way home, let alone help Asrial find her friends and rescue them from Team Rocket, if they were tied down to one location. That didn't take into account some of the threats Ranma had received via email. Oh, those were certainly some people she never wanted to know where the Saotome/Tendo group was staying.

"Um, guys," said Ranma, standing still, "why are all the Officer Jennys looking at me like that?"

Nabiki noticed that sure enough, many of the Jennys were staring at them, Ranma specifically. Some looked one without emotion, as if weighing some information against what they were seeing. Quite a few looked like they were ready to jump across their desks and attack him—and not with violence. "Jolie, did Ranma have a reputation with Jennys in general?"

The pokégirl winced slightly. Horny bitches, couldn't they not act in a manner that might jeopardize their code. And it wasn't like she could play it off as a possible video release from the restaurant. That place was very strict on privacy, hell, it would double your bill if you wanted videotaped, as well as written consent from all involved. But, there was one way to play it off. "Let's just say Ranma Saotome has never shown a Jenny a bad time and leave it at that."

Ranma nodded, though Jenny could tell Nabiki wasn't quite buying it. And it certainly didn't help when one Officer Jenny, Heather, sauntered up to the Tamer, and slipped him a piece of paper directly into his pants pocket.

"Call me if you ever have an itch that harem just can't scratch," she purred, before she walked away, an extra wiggle in her hips as she did so.

The effect wasn't lost on Ranma either, as he stared, gulping deeply.

And like a signal, the remaining Jennys made their move.

"Back!" yelled Jolie, as she finally shut the door to the observation room of one of the interrogation rooms, her coworkers banging against it, wanting the rare Perfect 10 Tamer to tame them.

"You okay, Ranma?" asked Nabiki, as Jolie continued to secure the door. Who knew police officers were so desperate for male attention in this world? All of the sudden, living in seclusion sounded pretty good.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," he muttered, as he pulled several pieces of papers with contact info—including several pairs of panties with said information written in marker—from his shirt and pockets, a few from his boxers. "I'm going to need an address book or something," he muttered. He'd like to throw them away, but that would be like an insult to the girls.

That and it would likely piss off people who had the law behind them and he had no desire to end up handcuffed and locked away because he pissed off a girl. He'd rather not have several pissed cops after his ass, unlike a certain part-time panda. Really, as if a police officer was going to believe a seven-year-old child ran up a hundred-thousand-yen bar tab.

Nabiki sighed. "Hand them here, this thing probably has an address book too."

"F9," said Jolie, as she threw the final lock. It had been meant for cases of their building being overrun by ferals, it never occurred to her she might need it to keep out horny pokégirl coworkers. Probably confusing a lot of the male officers and the other pokégirl types. "Then select Contact Info and select Address Book."

Nabiki did as she was told, finding that there were already a few names in the system, including Lina Inverse. I wonder if this is why Akane is usually so grumpy all the time. Hell, I know he's expected to sleep around on this world, and I'm getting pissed at how many women just seem to get thrown on his lap. "Can we print the files we need in here?"

Jolie nodded. "We can use the computer over there to print them out," she said, pointing to a small station across from the two-way mirror. "He can sign them in the interrogation room. The table there isn't in the best of shape, and I'm pretty sure it's only luck holding that computer stand up, budget cuts and all." Really, how were they supposed to catch the bad guys when their budgets were always being targeted? Stupid politicians, promising tax cuts but never mentioning what was being cut because of the lack of funding.

"What all is there to it?" said Ranma.

"It is mostly just legal paperwork for transferring Gary's funds to you," Jolie replied. "A few are standard clauses and such, stating that you are aware the family can petition to deny the award and so forth. The RV is not on the table because it was claimed as salvage. But his grandfather could still protest the monetary part of the judgment.

"Worst case, you'll probably have to meet with Professor Stroak and settle it before a judge. But given that Gary attacked you and attempted to rape human women after failing at Love Balling them, it would be a wasted effort on the man's part."

"And the other two bozos?" asked Ranma.

Jolie shrugged. "Any close family to speak of and any distant relative isn't close enough in blood to issue a challenge."

"That's one less issue, I suppose," said Nabiki evenly. She had paused in entering the contact info to return to the mailbox, needing to vent somewhat about the sheer audacity of some of those Jennys. Seriously, some of what they added to their info to entice Ranma would be things Shampoo would have gotten a nose bleed saying. At least she could lose herself for a few moments in the mindless deleting of junk mail. They really needed to see about a filter for the main program. Aside from the letter from Lina hinting at her desire for another 'taming marathon beneath the stars' a year and a half ago, there were no other names that really stuck out at her.

Well, there was one from this universe's Ryoga Hibiki, proclaiming he had seen Hell thanks to Ranma, and that he would make the pigtailed Tamer pay for 'defiling his pure sister, Yoiko'. But that was more dinner conversation. Surely Akane would like to know a Ryoga existed here, apparently with a sister. And it did make her wonder if they had siblings in this world they didn't even know about.

Switching back, she looked at the available funds they had. Sure, they had spent more than she had desired, but that amount lessened by the surprise discounts. If Gary's grandfather fought too much over even half the money they were getting from him, it would definitely put a crimp in their plans, even with Kasumi's deal on Milktits. Not like we can expect a great deal on what we need for her to raise them properly.

In a small motel room, Mike struggled not to pass out, but continue watching the great porno the human girl had left behind. "So freaking hot," he muttered, wishing that his equipment both worked and that he could use them on the Milktits he brought with them. There wasn't anything on the planet that could make the scene better.

And then the human girl walked into the bathroom scene.

He wouldn't die that night from old age, but he would later swear he saw heaven.

And she had pink areolas.

Nabiki blinked as she looked at Ranma account. She mentally knew how much SLCs were supposed to be in it, especially after their purchase.

There was more than that. A lot more.

She pulled up a recent listing of transactions, finding three deposits. The first was barely for anything, but was apparently a fund transfer from Genma Saotome's account. Why am I not surprised he barely had any savings. I am somewhat surprised he even had enough to open an account to begin with. There really is something to this economic system they use.

The second was apparently a scheduled dividend payment from whatever stocks were in Ranma's name. She'd have to check later, but hopefully whoever had first set up those payments had enough foresight to hire an accountant of some sort to file taxes for this world's Ranma while he was gone. Tax collectors in this world were probably even scarier than the ones in her world.

The last was something that shocked her. At first, she was ready to dismiss it as a mistake. But recognizing the first name, her heart nearly sank.

It was a fund transfer to Ranma's account from a Nodoka Sexum. If this was her maiden name in this world, Nabiki almost feared what Nodoka Saotome's had been on their world.

But the simple fact was that Ranma's mother was on this world, and to be truthful, she wasn't certain how Ranma would take it. He never liked lying to the woman, and she doubted he could lie to this version of her about the fact he was who he was, Saotome could never be cruel enough to give someone those false kinds of hopes. Hell, she didn't even know if she could pull such a thing off, if their analogs were missing as well, and the analog of the Tendo matriarch was alive and well.

Her mind was brought back to the present as Jolie began to boot up the computer, preparing to print off the needed files and documents Ranma needed to sign off on to acquire Gary's fortune. Sighing at how many odd turns Fate seemed to be throwing them lately, she quickly returned to clearing out the inbox. With any luck, she wouldn't run into any more Tamers or pokégirls in the letters that she knew of from anime and such.

Otherwise, they'd be making a quick stop on the way back to the Pokécenter to purchase enough liquor to make her forget her troubles, but not enough where she would wake up the next morning hung over and a warm naked body beside her own.

She'd never hear the end of it if Kasumi found out.

She lost herself in the task, and soon enough, Jolie had the papers printed.

"Here you go," said Jolie. "Now most of this is legal mumbo-jumbo, nothing really of substance but lawyers needing a hundred words to say a single sentence."

Nabiki took the papers before Ranma could, running her eye over it. If you didn't explain things right to Ranma, he'd sign away his name.

Not that he ever had, who wanted a name with such a poor credit history? But his father had instilled a 'leap first' attitude, something he needed to break in this world.

"Um, Nabiki?"

She held up her left hand, delving into the papers. "She's right, just seems to be about solidifying your desire to pursue Gary's funds in retribution for his assault on you and your party in Buggy Woods." Nabiki shuffled the papers once again, looking at them still. "Most of the pages also seem to be itemized account balances, items, and such for what Gary has that we can claim," she finished.

Jolie stared at the girl for a moment, before sighing. Grabbing the papers had been a bit rude, but she could tell the girl did care somewhat for Ranma. The problem was there was something off about her, something Jolie noticed last night when they had returned to the Pokécenter. Maybe it was time to have a nice little chat with the human girl. After all, the better off Ranma was, the better off her chances were of getting a Taming like last time. Thousand Gods, her knees were still a little weak from their episode, and that had been after he had tamed some of his harem. Would she survive him when he was fresh? "Here's a pen," she said, handing one to Ranma, as Nabiki finally handed over the papers. "Just go in there and look through them, sign them, and then we can file them for you."

"Cool," said Ranma, as he entered the interrogation room.

Silently, Jolie shut the door between the two rooms, and turned to face the Tendo sister, who was back to clearing out the inbox on the PokéDex. "Excuse me?"

"Hmm?" said Nabiki.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" asked Jolie.

"Not really," said Nabiki, trying to keep quiet. She didn't want to possibly say anything to upset their delicate situation.

Jolie just stared at the girl. There was no way the girl wasn't hiding something, something dark about her past, something very bad for any non-threshold female still within the reaches of puberty to do. Puberty was the general time frame when a girl could threshold into a pokégirl. And depending on both genetic lineage and mindset, that change could go any number of ways. Holding something in like that, hiding emotions, being so controlling, all were bad signs that the girl could threshold into a Dark-type pokégirl, maybe even Infernal. And until the Tendo girl exited puberty, there was always the chance Threshold could hit. "Fine," said Jolie, as she stormed up to the girl and took away the PokéDex.

"Now listen to me," said Jolie. "That Tamer has gone through hell. He's been missing for two years, hasn't even got the faintest idea what half this world is about, and he's still fighting to protect you and his harem. Hell, he was nearly spider-chow because of how out of it he was and him trying to save your sister's ass," she finished, poking Nabiki in the chest.

"Defensive of him, are you?" asked Nabiki, her face taking on her usual Ice-Queen façade.

"He's a great guy," said Jolie. "Do you know how many pricks we get through here? Hell, how about how many sadistic Tamers I run across in my duties here and in Buggy Woods?

"Hundreds, probably thousands before I even become a Pokéwoman. So you're damn right that I'm going to defend one of the best and kind ones I've seen in a long time.

"Hell, I had a friend on the Gate that let Gary enter the Woods. She told me in no uncertain terms that those three were some of most arrogant, worthless men she'd have ever come across. She stated that she knew for certain why some girls would enjoy becoming Psi-dykes with little shits like him running around.

"So tell me what your problem is?" demanded Jolie.

"Why?"

"Because girls like you that hold it in, keep that seed of darkness buried, can be influenced by it when they Threshold, and I know for a fact you're not out of puberty yet. Amanda at the Pokécenter told me as much during your initial exams."

"Doesn't that breech doctor-patient privilege?" asked Nabiki.

"Not if it is a matter of safety, we're supposed to know the health of every assault victim, which included you." Jolie took a deep breath, before releasing it, knowing that she was letting her passion for the pigtailed hunk in the other room to cloud her judgment.

Nabiki's eyes narrowed. Depending on how good of a detective this pokégirl was—and there was a good chance she was one of the better ones if the tale Ranma told her about Pete's garage was any indication—she might not be able to bluff her way out. "Maybe I'll still a little unnerved by our attack in the woods, let alone what happened to Asrial; I do care for her, you know."

"That's not it at all," said Jolie, shaking her head.

It also gave Nabiki the knowledge that the police pokégirl had forgone a bra of any type. Probably hoping to get another go at Ranma. She just couldn't understand why that thought stirred up a little feeling of resentment.

"It has to do with why you don't like people calling you Nabs," Jolie concluded, smiling as she saw Nabiki's right eye twitch at the mentioning of that name.

"You got all of that from our late night chat?" Nabiki asked with sarcasm.

"I know how to read people," said Jolie. "And I know whatever it was is affecting your relationship with him," she finished, pointing to the pigtailed Tamer behind the glass. "You seemed to get along with him, even enjoyed when he called you cute. But the minute he called you Nabs, your whole attitude changed.

"So … tell me why?" she asked, leaning against the wall.

"That is private," Nabiki growled. First Kasumi and now Bimbo Cop wanted to know her past. Seriously, why couldn't she just leave it be?

"Ah," said Jolie. "Some jackass broke your heart? That I can understand."

Nabiki flexed her hands. By the Kami, she was pissed at the moment. Why did everyone have to focus on her all of the sudden. If they weren't trying to get her laid, they were trying to get her to open up. Hell, Ranma had been at the Dojo for over a year, and she never once had to worry about Kasumi trying to get the middle Tendo bedded by the pigtailed stud, let alone work on why Nabiki was essentially an Ice Queen.

Kasumi said we could open up on this world a small voice deep in Nabiki's psyche called out. And this lady is not going to let it go, she'll probably even risk losing access to a taming from Ranma to make sure he's safe.

Hmm, guess she's smarter than most of the so-called Fiancée Brigade.

But I suppose if I have to tell someone, it should be someone who I can control whether or not she gets another fix of Vitamin R.

Vitamin R? Kami, my mind is thinking in low-budget porn terms…

"Fine then," said Nabiki. "But if you laugh even once, I'll make sure you never even get a whiff of Ranma, let alone another chance to Tame. Do we have an understanding?"

Jolie nodded slowly. Man, did this human girl need a fucking or what.

In the past…

Nabiki was on her way to meet the greatest boy in the world. Sure, she'd only known him for a week, ever since he had saved her from those bullies that had tried to get to her younger sister Akane through her. But he was a great boy, always able to make her smile, always there to tell her she could do what she dreamed of.

Sure, she realized she was feeling a bit loopy, her mother had even explained it, after promising not to tell her father about him. Daddy always reacted badly when he learned any of his girls had an interest in boys. He usually started yelling about 'impure dogs sniffing around his precious and delicate flowers', followed by crying when their mother yelled right back at him, then usually some mumbling about joined schools or something. Nabiki didn't know; she usually left before she found out what the next thing he'd do was.

The boy was Nabiki's first crush, maybe even love, since you rarely understood which until a while later. And Nabiki should allow her heart to enjoy it, while tempering her actions with intelligence. She said something about free milk after that, but Nabiki wasn't really listening after the first few minutes. Her mother tended to ramble at times.

But today was going to be a very special day. Early that week, they had gone out to the park together—he met her at school, for some reason his father had put him in some all-boys school despite that Nabiki's school was closer to where they were supposed to live. But when they came across an ice cream vendor, he had tried to get them some cones, but he didn't have enough money on him.

Actually, he hadn't had any money on him. When he emptied out his pockets, all he found were some gambling tokens and a few corks that smelled like the stuff her father drank on occasion, sicky or sake, something like that.

She had paid for them together and he promised that today when they met, he'd have the money for her.

"But you were saving up for that school thing, Nabs!" He was the only person she ever let get away with calling her that. It sounded wrong when her parents or sisters called her that, but it felt like a dream when he called her that.

"Don't worry," she said. "It's still on sale the rest of this week. And when you pay me back, we can go get it together. I still don't see what you have against Hello Kitty."

The boy shivered. "Just don't like those furry little demons."

Nabiki couldn't help but giggle as she looked at the boy, and deciding to do something on the spur of the moment. And seeing he had some ice cream above and on his lips, she dashed in quickly and kissed him.

It had been her first kiss, something she was glad to have shared with him. Her mother had said that a girl's first kiss should always be special, and it most certainly was. And he had made such a cute face when she pulled back, a mixture of shock, confusion, and happiness.

But those thoughts disappeared when she turned a corner, spotting a slightly overweight man wearing some dingy clothes that resembled some of her father's outfits, carrying a large bag, and picking up what looked like Ranma's backpack.

She quickly realized it was Ranma's backpack, when she saw a sticker she put on it earlier in the week. "Hey!" she yelled out.

The man looked over to her from where he was standing, watching as she ran up to him. "Yeah; what is it?"

"What are you doing with my boyfriend's backpack?" she demanded loudly.

"Boyfriend?" he muttered before he turned, grumbling as he stared at the sack he had been holding.

"Yeah, where's my boyfriend?" Nabiki demanded.

"Um … he's dead," said the man, "killed by a bunch of rogue ninjas that attacked the two of us, angry about something the Boy stole from them, I'm sure of it. Oh, why did the heavens curse me with such a worthless son?" he called out.

"Ninjas?" she asked, full of disbelief. She may have been born at night, but it certainly wasn't last night.

"Yep, we fought them off as best as we could, but the Boy went down, crying after he stubbed his toe, probably daydreamin' 'bout you," he said, glaring at her, trying to scare her off.

It wasn't working. If she didn't give up her guilt under her mother's glare when asked who had tried to bury Kasumi's bras—it really wasn't fair that the eldest Tendo was growing there so much, it wasn't!—she certainly wasn't going to give in to this meanie. Instead, she smiled and held out her hand. "Then you can pay me what he owes me," Nabiki said with a smile. If this guy wanted to play a game, she'd indulge him, at least until some more adults showed up on the street.

The man paled, looking around nervously. "Um … the Boy never mentioned he owed money."

She knew he was lying, he had the same look her father had on his face when her mother asked him about where all the sicky went. "Don't buy it, he was paying me back today."

"Well, he can't," the man said, looking about. "After he fell to those ninjas and I defeated the rest, he was attacked … by grave robbers, yeah, they looted him while I was saving an old lady from the rest of the zombies."

"I thought you were under attack by ninjas and don't grave robbers rob graves, you know, after someone is dead and buried?" she said sarcastically.

"Ninja zombies," the man hurriedly corrected himself. "And you know how the economy is, everyone is suffering, so they're obviously not waiting for someone to be in the grave now, are they?"

"I don't believe you," she proclaimed.

"Well … um … ask the Boy himself, he's right behind you!"

"Huh?" she said, looking behind her. But there was nothing there, especially no boy who owed her money.

"Hey!" she yelled, turning around. But the overweight man was already running away from her down the street.

"Get back here!" cried Nabiki, as she ran after the man.

"That's horrible," said Jolie, looking into the human girl's eyes, and seeing the sadness and the amount of anger she held for the boy who broke her heart.

Nabiki nodded, trying to hold back her tears. She wouldn't start crying for that bastard again. She had shed all her tears long ago for that boy. "My mother helped us find where they had been staying, I learned that the man really had been his father, and that they had ditched without paying two months' rent." She had also learned they hadn't been the only ones looking for the deadbeats. Half a dozen others had also stopped by, trying to track the big guy down.

Nabiki had shed tears often that week for the boy whom she thought was special, later for the woman who died a few months later leaving the Tendo family minus one matriarch; she would not shed them for that rat bastard kid and his worthless lying father now.

"At least Ranma is better than that," Jolie said with a smile, spotting the Tamer through the glass in the interrogation room. It was somewhat cute the way he stared at the documents, mouthing the words as he read them, making sure he was signing the right things. Most Tamers would just quickly sign and leave, it showed Ranma was smart enough to make certain he wasn't scammed in some way or agreeing to things he didn't want to.

Nabiki let out a relieved sigh. She was right, say what you could about Ranma, he'd never pull some stupid trick like that. But even if it had been him, even with his Swiss-cheese memory, surely Saotome would have recognized her after such an amount of time. Hell, he recalled Ukyo within a day, same for Ryoga!

Her eyes opened wide. It couldn't be, she thought, as she turned and stared hard at the pigtailed boy. The way he had called her 'Nabs' the night before… The fact that when he had first walked—more like been carried by a soaked panda—into their lives, she felt some connection to him, which made the neo-girl seem very cute… His fear of all things cat…

But surely she would have remembered if the boy in her past had been Ranma! Sure, the story she had been fed at the time sounded like the usually stories Uncle Genma had spouted when caught. But still, she'd have remembered Ranma as the boy, right?

She closed her eyes, fighting against the instinct to keep the memories buried, to keep the pain away. But Nabiki needed to be certain, needed to know if what she thought was true.

And as she released them, the images of the overweight man became clearer, and she gasped.

Saotome owed her a Hello Kitty School Binder.

Noticing the look on Nabiki's face, Jolie couldn't help but feel unease. There was something about the expression that made the OfficerJenny's instincts go into overdrive. Trouble was brewing; one would have to be blind not to see the cold anger that was building within the young human woman. "Miss Tendo?" She asked cautiously, trying to see if she could derail the woman's train of thought without some sort of backlash.

Slowly, the brunette with the pageboy haircut got up from the table she was sitting at. She turned sharply and walked over to Ranma. Yet, she wasn't stomping towards him. It was stealthy steps as she stalked towards him, like a large cat-type pokégirl about to pounce an unsuspecting mouse-type.

Before the OfficerJenny could say anything in warning to the young man, Nabiki pounced. "Saotome..." she practically hissed behind the boy, frost practically permeating around her. "Turn around..."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma could sense the danger in the air; no mistake. He could feel his pigtail was sticking up behind him for crying out loud! "Um, yeah Nabi-HEY!" He yelped when she grabbed his face and eyed him over. "…Nabiki... what's up?" He asked in confusion.

"Quiet!" She hissed, eyeing him critically. "Ranma! Don't squirm!" She commanded.

"Don't squi-MMMRPH!?" Ranma's eyes widened as Nabiki kissed him. It wasn't as forceful as expected but her lips made contact with his a lot... as if she were seeking something.

Finally, Nabiki ended the kiss and stared at him with wide eyes as if SHE was the one kissed by surprised. "No way... no way, no way, no fucking way!" She practically cursed as she continued to stare at the pigtailed martial artist.

Said martial artist just stared back at the Tendo sister. "N-Nabiki? W-what's going?" Ranma stammered, flabbergasted beyond belief. The kiss had caught him completely off-guard. Usually her teasing had some sort of build-up to it, but this...

Slowly touching her lips as she lets go of Ranma's face, Nabiki was speechless that moment. The same tingle... the same kami-damned tingling she remembered back then, even as brief as her 'first' kiss was, she'd never forget the sensation. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Kami-sama... you really hate me, don't you?" Shaking her head, she laughed. She laughed a very disturbing chuckle, especially as tears soon gave way during the laughter that turned into full blown sobs.

Ranma could only stare in shock as the middle Tendo's shoulders began to shake. She was crying? What the hell happened? "...Nabiki?" He asked softly as he stood up slowly. He reached out and gently placed his hand on her shoulder...

*WHAP*!

Falling back into the chair, it was a wide-eyed martial artist that brought his hand to his cheek. That hadn't hurt physically, he could handle much stronger force... but there was something about him being slapped, about WHO slapped him! "Nabiki!? What're you... do..." he trailed off as he saw there were full-blown streaks of tears trailing down her cheeks.

Teeth clenched, Nabiki breathed through them, causing a hissing sound as her body shook. "Damn you..." she cursed out in a soft voice. "Damn you!" She repeated, her anger growing. "DAMN YOU!" She screamed before throwing herself at him. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" She accused as she slammed her fists against his chest, again and again and again and again!

His jaw dropping, Ranma had no clue what to say. Fortunately, he didn't need to as the middle Tendo sister continued with her tirade.

"Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" She screamed, looking like she was having a mixture of a tantrum and a nervous breakdown as her fists feebly pounded on his chest. "This... this can't be... someone really does hate me upstairs! Hates me big time..." her fingers gripped onto the cloth of his shirt. "T-to think I GIFT-WRAPPED you to my little sister... and my older sister got to fuck you first hwaha...ha .ahahaaaaa..." she chuckled feeble as she slumped to her knees her fists even more pathetically hitting his thighs. "Damn you, Ranma... it was you... it's been fucking you all this time and..." her body started to shake again. "DAMN IT ALL!"

Ranma couldn't take it anymore, the scene shocking every emotion he felt. "Nabiki! What the hell... what're you talking about!?" He exclaimed, rather upset that she was cursing him but also still floored as to what was going on. He was becoming downright freaked out by her actions. He'd never seen this side of the woman before! Calm, cool, composed Nabiki Tendo sobbing and ranting like crazy her emotional coldness… gone like ice melting in winter... and this was long overdue thawing. "I'm confused-"

"Does a Hello Kitty Binder RING ANY FUCKING BELLS!?" She snapped angrily.

Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. "Hello Kitty Binder?" What the heck did that have to do with any-

"But you were saving up for that school thing, Nabs!" He shouted angrily. It was a martial artist's duty to protect the innocent and he wouldn't be doing that if he was taking what she needed. That had to be against the martial artist's code or something... he guessed.

"Don't worry," his first female friend told him. "It's still on sale the rest of this week. And when you pay me back, we can go get it together. I still don't see what you have against Hello Kitty."

Ranma shivered, trying to suppress the memories of what those monsters had done to him in that pit. It was true that suffering for the art was to be expected but that had just plain been hell! "Just don't like those furry little demons," he told her seriously. The only thing possibly worse would be being turned into a girl.

The young girl raised her hand to her face, giggling as she looked back at him. He then went wide-eyed when his best friend suddenly dashed forward and kissed him. YUCKY! YUCKY, YUCKY, YUCK-hey! This wasn't too bad...

Ranma's expression once again, since coming to this world, mirrored that of a deer caught in oncoming headlights. "Kami-sama..." he whispered in bewilderment. His head slowly looking down, he stared down at Nabiki... NABIKI! That girl's name had been Nabiki! She had practically the same haircut! She...

She was... his first kiss.

Oh thank you kami-sama! He'd completely forgotten about this but that meant that Mikado wasn't his first kiss! He didn't lose his first kiss to a guy! He didn't lose to that-

"Wait!" Ranma thought suddenly. "There's more important things right now, jackass!" He cursed himself. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at Nabiki nervously. "That was you, wasn't it? You were that girl from way back?"

Finally looking up at Ranma, the middle Tendo sister was a complete mess. Yet, in her puffy red eyes, there was an anger that was still strong. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Saotome..." she practically growled as she gripped the material of his kung-fu pants. "How could you leave me? HOW COULD YOU TURN ME INTO THIS!?" She demanded to know.

"H-how... Nabiki, I was just a kid and the old man was running the show!" He shouted. "Don't pin it on me! I wanted to see you and pay you back but he made up one of his excuses and I bought it! I even told him to help me mail the money but..."

"Of course he'd pocket it..." the young woman finished for him as she sniffled. "But... you still left me."

Slowly, the martial artist nodded his head guiltily. "I... I did." Ranma admitted in a soft voice, still floored by these revelations. "But...not by intent..." he tried to explain. Biting his lower lip for a moment, the partial artist murmured, "Nabiki, I'm sorry... I dunno what to say."

"Your memory works in funny ways..." the woman grumbled. Shaking her head, she cursed herself. "Damn... but then again, mine's funny too I guess..." she practically growled as she lifted herself to her feet, unsure about who she was angrier with. Ranma, herself... or that fat bastard Genma Saotome!?

Seeing the look on her face, Ranma gulped nervously. "Nabiki, I swear to kami-sama, if I knew, I would've done something!"

"Do you have... any idea how much I went through?" She asked Ranma, her eyes burning. "I hate to sound like Ryoga but I saw hell! You leaving me hurt a lot, more than you'll ever know! Especially... how much effort and time I wasted on trying to forget you!" She gripped his shirt. "YOU MADE ME THE ICE QUEEN!" She screamed in his face. "I thought cooling my emotions would lessen the pain, I thought dating other guys or even fucking them would do it! No! Deep down, even as the details degraded the memory never went away!" She screeched at the top of her lungs. "I loved you, you bastard! I loved you!" At the look of shock on the man's face, she screamed, "There, I said it! I loved you! Fuck! Maybe I still do and that's why I was never satisfied with what few dates I ever had!"

Eyes practically swirling, Ranma was feeling his brain wanting to conveniently black out, the information overflow was getting to be too much. "Nabs..." he tried to reason.

The woman's eyes blazed at hearing him refer to her by that name. "DON'T CALL ME THAT!" The middle Tendo sister screamed

*SNAP-SNAP*!

"H-hey!" Nabiki turned her head to glare at Jolie, who had cuffed her hands together in front of her.

The policewoman just stared at the human woman for a moment. Finally, when she knew she had the girl's attention, the officer told her in a soft voice, "You need to calm down."

"FUCK YOU!" Nabiki shrieked in the OfficerJenny's face. "THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU!"

The officer's eyes narrowed as she stared back at the raving human woman. "Yes it does!" The police pokégirl stated in a firm but non-antagonizing tone of voice. "I told you before, Miss Tendo... Nabiki..." the bluenette allowed herself to release a sigh. "It's a matter of safety... and you're a danger to yourself until you calm down."

The Tendo sibling glared at the police officer with brown eyes that were filled with anger... great anger... but it wasn't particularly aimed at the woman, rather it was one of doubts, regrets and sadness that had been bottled up within the woman for more than a decade. In a sense, the cat was out of the bag and it wasn't going back in.

Taking a deep breath, the OfficerJenny turned to the male occupant of the room. "Ranma, come over here. I'll need you for this."

"My help?" The raven-haired martial artist asked, wondering how he could make things better, considering he was part of the main reason why the Tendo girl was so upset.

Looking into his eyes, Officer Jolie told him, "Well even if you aren't warranting the exact ferociousness of her rants, you are a part of this."

Wincing, Ranma had to admit there was no denying that. He just slowly nodded his head in response.

Walking over to the woman on her knees, Jolie maneuvered Nabiki up into the chair Ranma had been using and sat her down. She then turns and walks about to the entrance, taking time to ensure that the door was secured. She didn't want any other Jennys trying to get in on this when the girl was so emotionally distraught.

Glaring at the policewoman's back, the most mercenary of the Tendo sisters practically snarled. "What the fuck are you doing?" She demanded to know.

"Oh, you'll see," Jolie replied with a smirk.

Nabiki stared as she watched the OfficerJenny checking the door handle and various latches. "What the fuck are you doing?" She asked again, eyes watching with such intensity. She didn't like that the woman was evading her question and in her current state, it was pissing her off royally!

"Miss Tendo..." the police pokégirl spoke in a serious tone. "Put simply, you need help." She turned to face the woman as she walked towards her. "However, I don't think you'll be needing to see a Psychic-type to help you with your problems... I believe the answer is closer than that."

Eyes wide, the brunette girl snapped, "I'm not crazy!"

Making eye-contact with the woman, the OfficerJenny told Nabiki, "I never said that but it's true that you still need counseling," the pokégirl said seriously. "Miss Tendo... you're hurting... the man that's part of the reason you're hurting is here and you're trying to pin the blame on him completely. From my perspective, the only reason that's happening is because he's in arm's distance and you've no clue if you'll see his lying sack of shit father ever again." She then looked at Ranma. "No offense."

Shrugging his shoulders, the pigtailed martial artist told her, "None taken." His father was a lying sack of shit.

Nodding her head at the young man's response, the OfficerJenny continued. "That said you two need to talk... civilly..." she looked back and forth between the two humans. "You need to get things out in the open...and maybe... 'more'," she said suggestively.

"In short terms, fuck me silly?" Nabiki asked before snorting in disgust.

The police pokégirl shrugged her shoulders in reply. "Perhaps. Would that truly bother you?" The bluenette asked curiously. "From the way you act and with what you preach through your rant, it seems like you need..." the woman trailed off for a moment as she considered her words. "Well, not a lay but... love. You need someone to make love to you." She allowed herself a small smile. "And probably fuck the shit out of you too."

Nabiki narrowed her eyes as she glared at the police officer. "I'm so having your badge for this," she threatened in no uncertain terms. She was that angry and she was pretty sure that the side of a human woman would be taken over that of a pokégirl's. She didn't hate Jolie, she knew that... but she was so damned ANGRY!

That made the OfficerJenny narrow her eyes in return. "Possibly," she allowed. "If you want to take this to court afterwards, that is fine... however I will be doing what I feel is the right call." She walked over to Nabiki and removed the woman's whip before checking her pockets. "Clothespins?" She asked as she removed aforementioned items.

Not wanting to answer, Nabiki turned her head away from the pokégirl.

Considering the girl's actions for a moment, the policewoman nodded her head. "Hmm... so your sex drive isn't totally dead." Jolie uncoiled the whip and tested it. Raising her arm, she cracked the kinky armament towards the far wall.

Eyes watching the whip, Ranma finally spoke up. "Um... so we just talk to her?" He asked the police pokégirl curiously. "Like a therapy session?"

Rubbing her chin, the police pokégirl considered that for a moment. "Hmm... yes but with some added rules," the pokégirl said seriously.

The Tendo woman stared at the bluenette. "What rules?" Nabiki asked, trying to see where the woman was going.

To that inquiry, Jolie just smirked. "You'll see." She then walked over to the side of the room, dragging two extra chairs over. She then gestured at Ranma for him to sit down.

After a moment of hesitation, Ranma finally did such, still unsure of how to proceed.

Once the pigtailed man sat down, the police woman finally sat down in the third chair. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong but from what I gather," the OfficerJenny stated. "Ranma here was a childhood sweat-heart but his asshole father tore him from you for whatever reasons and... as a result, you became bitter and icy."

"Yes. So what?" Nabiki huffed in annoyance.

Leaning over so that she was in the human woman's face, the policewoman asked her, "Do you want to keep being cold and angry or get on with your life? You have the boy you were so mad over right here, you can make up for lost time."

The human woman's eyes narrowed. "I can't just forgive him easily over this..." she said seriously. "I held that pain for so long. I want..." she gritted her teeth. "No... I NEED for him to understand how it feels!"

Hearing that, Ranma shouted in frustration, "What makes you think I didn't feel bad!?" When he had her attention, he continued. "Nabiki! It ain't manly but I can admit that I cried for weeks cause I had to break my promise! And it ain't like the whole training trip was a piece of cake! Look at what it got me! My old man wasn't a picnic to live with either! Look; I'm used to people being mad at me, even hating me Nabiki but... damn it!" He stood up suddenly, feet slamming to the floor. "It's not like I intentionally did that to you! I know I screw up, put my foot in my mouth and I'm not as book-smart as you but I don't mean to trample people's feelings and you were the last one I'd want to do that to! That was twice I ran out on a friend and unlike Ukyo, I was a little older and realized after a fashion that I left you high and dry." His shoulders slumped as he said, "I'm sorry."

Looking down, Nabiki bit her lower lip... she didn't want to look at Ranma... and not Jolie either. "...I believe you..." she whispered. "But... it just hurts... a lot..."

Frowning sadly, the pigtailed martial artist leaned forward, cupping her face in his hands. "What can I do?" He asked her softly. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

Slowly, the brunette looked into his eyes. "You don't want my price."

"The hell I don't!" Ranma snapped back. Sighing, the martial artist told her in a calmer voice, "I don't care. What can I do for you?" He insisted on knowing.

Her face becoming slightly flushed, Nabiki mumbled something under her breath.

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma leaned his head in. "What was that?"

Again, Nabiki mumbled, starting to glow slightly from her blush now.

"...Nabiki?" Ranma asked again. "I can't hear you."

Glaring angrily at him, the middle Tendo sister screamed out, "I WANT A HELLO KITTY BINDER! HAPPY!?"

Ranma just stared at the woman in shocked silence for a long pause. Finally, his senses came back to him and he asked, "That's it?"

Giving a small node, Nabiki replied, "Yes..."

Nodding his head, Ranma told her, "Okay, sure! Once we leave I'll go buy one." He shook his head. "No. In fact, I'll get one now!"

Seeing the Tamer stand up, all gung-ho to get his female friend a relic from the pre-war, the police pokégirl told him, "Not yet." Jolie grabbed his shirt and tugged to make sure she had his attention. "You're still not done."

Staring at the OfficerJenny in confusion, he asked, "We're not? But she told me what she wants. She wants a Hello Kitty Binder! I gotta go find one and make it up to her!"

Nodding her head, the blue-haired pokégirl admitted, "That's true. But WHY does she want that Binder?" She looked at Nabiki. "What does it represent to you?"

Nabiki frowned. "...I don't know... maybe something I lost... and haven't been able to get back for awhile?" She snorted. "Look, what's it matter to you?" A light in her eyes gleamed. "And don't try feeding me that bullshit about it being for my safety!"

Staring at the human woman, the pokégirl admitted, "At this point your safety isn't much the issue." Jolie leaned in. "I can tell when a woman is in denial or if she needs to get over something, especially when what can help do that is within arm's reach. This is more than getting payback and getting a binder, which I'm sure a woman such as yourself could well have gotten by now." She shook her head. "No, you need to reconcile your heart not a favor."

Growling at the OfficerJenny, the middle Tendo sister looked down again. "It's not easy, okay?" She asked seriously. "It's hurt me for years and years. The pain's not going to go away with simply sitting her chatting!"

The policewoman nodded her head. "True enough, true enough..." Jolie sighed as she raised her right hand, rubbing her chin in thought for a few moments. She then grinned as she realized something and leaned towards the pigtailed Tamer, whispering to Ranma.

Listening to her for a moment, Ranma intently tried to make sure he wasn't mishearing her. Finally, he turned his head to look at the woman in shock. "You sure that'll work?"

"What have you got to lose?" She asked the young man seriously. She then took her chair and moved it out of the way.

The middle Tendo sister blinked her eyes, especially as Ranma cupped her face again. "Ran-mmph... mmph!" Her eyes widened as he kissed her. Her first instinct to resist flashed through her mind but a long repressed echo in the back of her thoughts resisted such actions. "This is what you want! Don't screw it up you idiot!" Closing her eyes, Nabiki tried to relax as Ranma kissed her. She even tried to return it as best she could, her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth in turn. She actually found this rather pleasant...

Seeing that she wasn't resisting, Ranma took the initiative, pouring more effort into the kiss but still keeping it evenly paced. "Damn kissing her is pretty nice," He thought in interest. Yes, only the Heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts would look into the physical actions rather than the emotional meaning first...

...Not the former practitioner of the Tendo School though. "He's kissing me... and it's making me feel so giddy, all these... butterflies in my stomach... such a foreign feeling but... fuck it, I want more!" She struggled a bit to break the lip-contact. "Mmmph...ngh c-can you take the cuffs off?" Nabiki begged of the police pokégirl, panting for breath.

Smiling, the OfficerJenny told the girl, "No."

Eyes going wide, Nabiki practically screamed, "WHAT!?"

Jolie walked over to a large locker in the room and opened it, letting a fold out cot flop down. "You must remained cuffed at least for the first duration..." she told the human woman. "You need to let lose of your tight control... let it flow." She gave the confused girl a comforting smile. "Trust Ranma, trust me but trust him most of all. Let him kiss you, ravish you, make you feel everything you've desired for the years you pent up all your emotion... then I'll release the cuffs."

For a long pause, Nabiki just stared at the woman. "You want me to let him have a go at me?" She frowned. "What I've desired is to be the one in charge!"

The police pokégirl crossed her arms over her chest. "And what did you get from your life of trying to be in charge? Did it make you feel better?"

"Yes!" Nabiki shouted... and winced as the woman still stared at her. Buckling under the gaze, she admitted in a whisper, "Okay, only some of the time..."

"Then let go of your need to control and trust in someone else to be in control and not screw-" she caught herself. "Well, to not betray you as I admit you will be screwed... rather nicely too." The police pokégirl was speaking from experience there. He was a perfect '10' all right...

"Nabs..." he called the woman by her long-almost forgotten pet-name, a hand stroking her hair. "Please... I want this... I want to make you happy. I failed to keep my word and..." he sighed. "You know my code. I don't like favors unpaid anymore than you..."

Closing her eyes, Nabiki let off a small sigh. "Treat me like a virgin."

Ranma had to blink his eyes to that. "Huh?"

"I want it to feel like my first time..." the often-mercenary woman told him seriously. "Also... I want you to blow my mind!" She stared at him with soft, needy eyes. "Please love me..."

Hugging her tightly within his arms, Ranma kissed her again; pouring every ounce of experience he had with intimate kissing to convey himself to Nabiki. While he was kissing her, he lifted her up in his arms bridal-style, carrying her over to the cot.

Being laid back against the surface of the canvas, Nabiki shivered lightly. She knew this would be it. Saotome would be giving it to her as she desired... and it scared her. She was so pissed with him and yet she wanted this, wanted him to do it...

What the hell was wrong with her hormones? With her damned emotions!?

Breaking the kiss, Ranma licked his lips and looked into the middle Tendo sister's eyes. "Nabiki?"

Swallowing to try and ease her throat enough to allow her to speak, the young woman with the pageboy haircut managed to whisper, "Yes?"

"Are you ready?" The pigtailed martial artist asked caringly. He didn't want to spook her more than she'd been feeling as of late, what with the trip through dimensions and now finding out they were lost grade school sweethearts. It wouldn't set well with his conscious and more importantly, he didn't want to traumatize her further on some level he wouldn't be able to fix.

Taking a deep breath, the brunette woman slowly exhaled. "Yes..." she gave her answer in a soft, almost hesitant voice. This was important to her but she was very worried about what was to take place.

Nodding his head, Ranma again wanted verification. He did not want to screw this up. "Positive?"

"I am," the woman said as she looked Ranma in the eyes. "Look would you just... do something before I do lose my nerve!?" Nabiki chided him. This was hard enough for her as it was and him making her second-guess herself was pissing her off again.

Nodding his head quickly, the pigtailed martial artist kissed her again, his left hand reaching up and gently stroking her hair, knowing slow and steady would work best for the Tendo sister AND his own nerves.

Her eyes closing shut, Nabiki leaned into the kiss, that sensation of fluttering butterflies still raging in her stomach. However, it began to feel a less apprehensive and more of a welcome sensation. "Mmm..." she moaned into the kiss.

After a solid minute of locking lips, the raven-haired Pokégirl Tamer softly broke the kiss. "Nabs... I know that just doing this won't fully make up for it all but I want you to know... you'll have my best."

Nabiki didn't know why but his words felt reassuring. She raised her arms when she felt him tugging on the hem of her shirt, helping him remove it. When she had flashed him her breast to show off the clothespin she had held her cool, yet here she was now, blushing brighter than a tomato. It was amazing the flip in her personality... but she knew the reason. Her confidence had taken a solid nose-dive with the recent revelation and it was going to take time to get it back... hopefully Ranma was truthful in his endeavor and would help her get it back.

She frowned as they hit a snag. They had trouble lifting the shirt up enough to get it off her body. Damned handcuffs!

Giving the shirt one more futile tug, the pigtailed martial artist chuckled nervously. "Uh... this, ah... I think... ah, here we go." He chuckle a bit more as he finally got the shirt off...

...Or so he thought. It was dangling off the sides of the cuffs. "Aw crap..."

Turning her head, the middle Tendo sister glared at the police pokégirl. "Do I REALLY need these cuffs?" Nabiki asked, irritation clear in her voice.

The OfficerJenny nodded her head. "Yes." She grinned at the shared look on faces of the two lovers-to-be. "Go on and don't worry..." she made a motion with her hands to try and get them to continue.

Rolling her eyes, the middle Tendo sister shook her head side-to-side for a moment. Taking a deep breath, the brunette looked into the male's eyes. "Ranma?" She asked him. "Would you remove my bra?"

Nodding his head energetically, the fighter-turned-Tamer replied, "Sure thing!" Looking at her, he had to ask, "Um... won't the cuffs cause problems too?"

Looking down at her ample bosom, the brunette told Ranma, "Mine's strapless."

"Oh I see," the pigtailed teenager replied. "Convenient," he mused to himself as he reached around for the back.

The normally controlling woman grinned as she felt his fingers fumble behind her. "It's a front-clasp."

Looking down at the small button that had been hidden by her cleavage, all he could say was, "Oops." Bringing his hands around to undo the small clasp, he peeled the cloth material off of her before tossing it aside; his eyes locked onto her exposed breasts. While he had a brief flash before, he didn't get to take notice of the details he was getting an excellent view of now. Her breasts were very nicely shaped. They weren't on the large side like Kasumi, Asrial or some of the pokégirls he'd seen but they were very well sized and topped with brown areolas that looked good enough to nibble on. Grinning, he brought his face into her cleavage, tracing little kisses between her breasts.

Seeing the expression on Ranma's face and then having him nuzzle her, Nabiki smiled despite how she was feeling. It was giving her back some confidence; almost a feel of déjà vu. "So are you going to do more besides kiss?" She asked, trying to control the shivers that went up her back as he kissed.

The woman got no verbal response but she indeed got an answer. Ranma wrapped his lips around a sensitive nipple and begins to suckle at it. The tip of his warm, wet tongue flicked across the tip of the hardening nub, causing her to gasp and a small moan escaped past her lips. Ranma's hands then cupped both of her breasts, his fingers gently squeezing her fleshy orbs as he suckled

As this was happening, Jolie smiled from the corner keeping quiet as she watched.

Shivering as she felt his hands grasping around her mammaries, the middle Tendo daughter bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the moans that such actions were trying to illicit from her. Damn, those martial arts! They made his hands so GOOD!

Finally, he gently released the breast he had been snacking on before switched over to do the same for the other. His right hand moved up to pinch and roll her nipple between his thumb and index finger, continuing to give stimulus to the region while he was suckling.

Nabiki's eyes went wide. "H-holy shit! He's only had sex so many times and he's improved THIS MUCH!?" Nabiki thought, sure he was still bumbling on certain things. Yet as she was feeling, his hand-work was proving first class. As his mouth worked and succeeded in enticing her breasts to be swollen and her peaks hard, she felt a stirring wetness creep into her panties. "Mmm... it's..." she gasped. "It's been a long time since I felt someone make become wet like this..."

"Really?" Ranma asked. "Who did it for you?" He wasn't feeling jealous or awkward at hearing that, he was simply curious. As far as he knew, Nabiki had no one in her life. Who else had been able to make her feel good like this before he got a turn?

The woman gasped as he continued his ministrations while he expected an answer from her. "A guy I... ngh..." Nabiki bit her lower lip. "A guy I dated briefly, the last one before I gave it up..." she squirmed. "I'll tell you more later, just... don't stop!" She brought her arms down around his head, holding him against her chest.

The raven-haired martial artist nodded his head against her breast. "Okay," he replied as he kissed between her breasts, his hands traveling down. At least here he wouldn't have to deal with cuffs. He reached to untie her shoes and slip them off before reaches for her the button of the jean she was wearing. "May I?"

"Sure..." Nabiki replied, shivering in delight as he undid the button and then fly of her jeans before simply slipping the oversized garment off. As he was doing this, she couldn't understand why was she enjoying this, being so... being so vulnerable... so wanton?

Looking down at the exposed legs as he relieved her of her jeans, Ranma had to admit she had nice legs... hell, she had AWESOME legs. Smooth-skinned, obvious tone... and she had length! Kami! Those exercises she always did really paid off!

And it was looking at her legs that he saw her panties. "...Where did you find the time to get a thong?" He asked seriously. The martial artist was pretty sure he would have remembered seeing that somewhere before.

The woman grinned rather deviously at his expression. "I snatched a pair while I was going to try on that lingerie piece at AsS-Mart. I put it on and gave that clerk the price tag to add it to the tally," She explained.

Bringing his left hand down between her legs, Ranma gently rubbed the front of her panties. A small smile crept onto his face as he watched her squirm. "As nice as they are, these need to come off too."

Nabiki blushed, almost telling him to stop but held back as she watched him grip the g-string of the thong and pull it down roughly. Like Kasumi she had curly brown curls but unlike her sister, she had shaved off more, leaving a very thin trimmed 'v'. The upside was her puffy vaginal lips were on display with a lot more detail. She quivered as he gently pet her there before his lips were on hers again, only this time his kiss was more confident. She moaned for him into their kiss, especially as his hand continued to expertly play with her neither-lips.

Officer Jolie smiled as she watched the intimate interaction between the two humans. She was proud of herself and her decision. She knew this was the right course of action to follow and it was proving to be quite entertaining as well. Licking her lips, the police pokégirl clenched her legs together. By the Thousand Gods, she was looking forward to her turn!

Finally, the middle Tendo broke the kiss, squirming as he continued to assault her with pleasure. "Mmmngh... R-Ranma..." she gasped for air. "Don't stop..." Nabiki whimpered as his fingers had gotten bolder. He was now stroking two inside her heat, making obscene squelching noises.

That comment made the pigtailed martial artist smirk. "Like I intended to stop," he breathes against her lips. He then kissed her cheek. His lips reaching her ear, he whispered, "If your hands weren't bound, I'd let you see how hot you're making me."

Blinking her eyes, that surprised the brunette. "But..." she gasped as his fingers dove in further. "I haven't done anything..."

Ranma smiled widely. "Who said you needed to, Nabs?" He told her before he resumed kissing down her neck, his right hand reaching down to try and undo the sash of his pants. Come to think of it, perhaps he should look into some other fashion while he was here... something that would make it easier to get undressed when necessary.

Cooing in delight, the OfficerJenny leaned forward in her seat. She looked at the Pokégirl Tamer's exposed member with eager eyes. Just because she had to refrain herself didn't mean she couldn't enjoy what was going on.

Yes, voyeurism was alive and well in this world.

Needless to say, Nabiki's eyes widened at the sight of his cock. She'd caught glimpses and even watched a bit of the DVD, but this was life and Ranma looked more vivid in the flesh. "Holy shit!" She screamed in shock. "How is-ahhh!" She gasped, looking down to see him pleasing her pussy. In her spaced-out moment, he was kneeling between her legs and kissing her labial folds. Finally, he started pushing his tongue inside of her and repeated the motions as he slide in, then out until he'd perfected it into a smooth piston-like motion.

Pupils dilating to the size of pin-pricks, Nabiki lost it. Her cries, once meek and a mere whimper were now loud shrieks. Yes, she hadn't had good oral in ages and damned if good head didn't press her buttons! "OH KAMI-SAMA!" The most mercenary of the Tendo daughters screamed out as she reared her head back. She winced as she realized she did that rather hard when the back of her head hit the wall, but damn if it wasn't incredible! His tongue was so flexible! If this had to do with Ranma's time training under that ass Picolet Charadin, she'd thank the damned Frog the first chance she got if they ever managed to get back home!

Ranma felt proud of himself when he heard Nabiki's cries reach higher and higher decibel levels, a mix of incoherent moans and cries and pleas for him to make her feel good. He moved his hands around, softly cupping her ass and holding her lower end up closer to his mouth, allowing him to align his face with her slit. Such a position allowed his tongue to go as deep as he could while his nose kept bumping her clit.

"Ahh... fuck... fuck... fuuuuuck..." Nabiki hissed/moaned while writhing back and forth on the cot. "D-don't stop!" She begged. "Please! Please make me cum! I want you to make me cum!" She continued to cry out in need as his tongue moved about inside of her vaginal passage in such incredible ways.

Suddenly feeling a bit devious Ranma stopped or more precisely, he just kissed the insides of her thighs. "Is that all?" He asked in a quiet voice.

Shaking her head, the woman shouted, "N-no! I... I want-"

Interrupting her, Ranma asked, "What do you want Nabs? Say it and I'll make it cum true."

Ignoring his attempt at making a pun she practically shouted, "I want you to make love to me, treat me like a woman, make me cum as your lover and then fuck meraw! I want it both ways! I... I want... I want you!" There, she said it! Happy now, whatever twisted Gods were behind this world!?

As if to answer her, Ranma stood up and began to slowly strip out of the rest of his clothing, showing his body off to the woman. His frame was lithe yet with defined muscle, definitely athletic.

Oh yes, the thousand gods were happy with Nabiki, what with the bounty she was about to receive...

Seeing him poise himself over her body, Nabiki felt trepidation. Not from incoming pain, she was past the physical status of a virgin but that there would be not turning back. Her heart was being opened. Would Ranma truly heal it, half-ass his attempt or destroy her? She couldn't bring her icy front back up, the instinct was gone, the wall she'd erected blown apart as if by a Bakusei Tenketsu attack from her most repressed emotional aspects. She was laid before Ranma and there was no turning back.

And she didn't want to, even if she didn't fully comprehend it.

"Take me..." she whispered, a slow yelp leaving her mouth as she felt the hot-blooded head of his dick pressing against her heat. Slowly, she felt him push into her, first the entire angry head, the shaft and then every inch of the dick was inside her. His hips pressed into hers, his balls rested against her ass as every single inch of Ranma Saotome was buried inside of her.

Oh yes, her sister was right. Bareback DID feel better than using condoms.

Looking over Nabiki, Ranma couldn't help but feel the sweat trickle down his brow. Truth be told, as much as he wanted this, he was nervous. He wanted so badly to do this right for Nabiki, to make her feel as she always wanted. His could feel her folds practically throbbing around his own pulsing dick. She was hot and wet there, her flesh very pliable against his own yet making sure to add such a certain resistance.

It was heaven... and he wanted to make sure he returned the favor.

"You look like you're thinking I'll break," the middle Tendo sister mused, cutting the fog of silence.

Nodding his head, Ranma told her, "I... don't wanna screw this up... for you."

That just made the woman smile happily. "C'mere," She beckoned him to her. Oh, how she wanted to hug him but there were the DAMNED cuffs! Still, she leaned her head instead to kiss him. "I trust you... love me Ranma... love me."

Nodding his head, the pigtailed martial artist slid his hands up and down along the sides of Nabiki's body, feeling up along her smooth and perfect skink. He tilted his head, giving her neck little licks and kisses, starting to add nips as he began to move his member back in her folds, pulling back slowly until only the head was still between her labial folds... and then he suddenly thrust back in to the hilt!

Eyes going wide for a moment, Nabiki's body shuddered before a loud moan exited her lips. Damn it, these handcuffs sucked! She wanted to hold him, to join in but she was fully at his mercy...and somehow it didn't seem as bad as it did once before. "Mmm... more..."

The raven-haired martial artist nodded his head wordlessly as he began to slightly pick up the pace, releasing a small series of grunts past his lips as he started to move faster and with more confidence in the position they had.

Nabiki was absolutely tingling; her toes curled as she felt the intrusion of Ranma's dick stir her folds in ways she hadn't felt in years! (No, the vine raping by that Plant-type pokégirl didn't count since it wasn't consensual!)

Looking over Nabiki, the Asian martial artist couldn't help but stare at her gainaxing breasts as they bounced with each plunge of his member into her sweet cunny. Kami-sama! She had such a perfectly proportioned body and he loved the color of her nipples. There was something about that dark tan that really aroused him, made him pump faster and faster!

From the furious fucking she was getting, Nabiki cried out more and more. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him to her more insistently, (since her hands were out of the question) and further convey her want and need for him. "Nghhh! Ranma!" She gasped out. "More! Deeper! I... it feels so damn good! More... more! I can feel you inside me stirring me up!"

Ranma grunted got breath. "I... I feel it too... Nabiki!" He managed to reply between gasps of air. His hands moved from the sides of her body to her breasts, now caressing them slowly, thumbs rolling around her nipples and getting a good feel of her areolas. He was immensely enjoying the sensations of just touching her and it was transferring to his hormones if the diamond-hard state of his dick was any indication.

Biting her lower lip, the brunette could feel as the cascading sensations started to overwhelm her. That had been building up steadily since her confession and now with this sexually charged jaunt, she felt everything focusing on one point: her impending orgasm. It was going to be something. "C-cumming! I'm gonna cum!" She started to cry out between quick gasps of breath as her lover continued to slam his dick deep into her again and again. "Please! Please cum with me! Flood my body with your sweet cream! I want it I want it so badly..." she whimpered. Kami-sama! She felt so weak but yet so good!

Hearing her cries and whimpers, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer replied with a firm nod of his head, as his mouth was busy breathing deeply for air. His eyes looking into hers with such intensity, Ranma bucked his hips with speeds that were damned close to the Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken! He was plunging into her depths with such force and speed to not only get her off but get him to his own orgasm.

Banging her head softly into the cot, Nabiki was like a bow being pulled to the limit. "HARDER! More! Mooore! Ranma! More!" She screamed, panting for breath quickly as she could feel herself riding her peak. "I... want... want... yes... yes... that's it! Yes! YESSSSSSSSSS!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as her sweet, sweet release slammed into her. Literally and figuratively as Ranma slammed his length into her just as her orgasm hit. From his own cries it was obvious to the mercenary Tendo that he bottomed out as well. Nabiki could feel him pulse inside her as something hot and sticky splashing inside her cunt. It could only be Ranma's cum, the sweet cum she wanted burning inside her body so badly. Added that the hot the tip of his ejaculating dick was still rubbing her G-spot with hot cum pouring out, that really did a whammy on one's pleasure centers!

His hips moving as he continued to slam into the woman in mid-orgasm, Ranma watched as Nabiki under him was a writhing moaning, blissed out mess as she twitched and wrapped her legs tighter around him. "Ngh!" He grunted quickly to get much needed breath. "Nabs! You... okay?"

Nodding her head as her body jolted with each slam of his hips into her depths, the middle Tendo daughter moaned, "So hot..." she licked her lips. "I feel so warm..." she whimpered, leaning her head up to look at him. She wanted to hug him, hold him but those damn the cuffs got in the way again!

Getting what she wanted, Ranma leaned in to kiss her on the lips, their tongues dueling in each other's mouths.

Gawking at the sight before her, Jolie could only whisper, "Eleven... he's got to be an 'Eleven'!" She couldn't believe it but that performance was better than a 'Ten'! She didn't think that was humanly possible! Oh by the thousand gods, she was getting wet!

Breaking the kiss, Ranma panted a bit for breath, holding his current lover close to him as he looked into her eyes. "Feel... better?" He managed to ask her, while giving her a much needed Saotome smile.

Panting deeply for much needed air, Nabiki couldn't help smile. Not her usual smirk but... a smile both she and Ranma could vaguely remember her having from all those years ago christening her face. "I feel... whole..." she gasped out.

And then that smile became her usual, devious smirk. "Mine!" The most mercenary of the Tendo daughters shouted with a tone playful greediness, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist keeping him firmly inside of her.

Although he was surprised by the sudden shift in her attitude, Ranma grinned widely. "Oh, you're gonna get it, Nabs!"

"He's ri~iiight..." Officer Jolie sing-songed. Oh she wanted in but she'd wait. "He owes you hard now," the police pokégirl told her with a huge grin as she removed Nabiki's handcuffs long enough so the girl could remove her shirt in full...

...Right before slapping the handcuffs back on, this time, catching the Tendo girl's arms behind her back.

Snapping her head to the side to stare at the OfficerJenny, the Tendo girl shrieked, "What the hell?" She struggled a bit, cursing to herself. "Oh, come on!" She whined. She wanted to take more of a role in what was going on, damn it!

Grinning at the woman's predicament, the police pokégirl told her, "Next time, I promise but not yet." Jolie winked at her before she moved over to the raven-haired martial artist, whispering into his ear.

Listening for a moment, Ranma slowly smiled, rather liking the woman's idea. Smirking at the Tendo sister, he grabbed onto Nabiki's hips and rolled her over onto her front.

"W-what the?" She cried out, her upper torso being angled down onto the cot.

Raising an eyebrow at the woman's actions, Ranma asked her, "Never done doggy-style have we?" Of course, he knew if one of the Cat-types have been there, they'd have proclaimed it 'kitty-style'.

Shivering a little at Ranma's dominant attitude, the Tendo sister admitted, "Just missionary." She blinked her eyes as she could feel him rubbing his member against her slit. "Wait... you're-"

"Hard," Ranma finished for her. "And this position helps I've learned." The pigtailed martial artist remarked coyly.

Struggling a little, Nabiki tried to get another word in but her voice came out a garbled cry as Ranma quickly slid himself back into her, cutting her off as he forced himself into the Tendo woman's back door.

"NNNGH!" Ranma grunted as the head of his member pierced past the ring of the woman's rosebud. "So freakin' tight back here, Nabs..." he complimented as he tried to force more into her depths. He was already pretty lubed from his previous orgasm with her but that didn't mean there wouldn't be any resistance...

Her body shuddering in a mix of pleasure and pain, the middle Tendo sister could barely believe what was happening. "Ah! W-what the fuck!?" Nabiki cried out, trying to look over her shoulder at him. "H-hey! Who said you could do that?" She demanded to know.

Leaning forward, the OfficerJenny replied in lieu of the pigtailed man thrusting into the human girl's backdoor. "I gave him the suggestion, although he'd best clean up after that. While some girls don't mind, it's much more hygienic to clean the piece after anal than getting back to work."

Nodding his head, Ranma managed to catch his wits long enough to add, "You said you wanted it rough, Nabiki. You're getting it rough!" With that said, his hands gripped into her ass-cheeks. With better purchase, he managed to push more of his member into her back-door harder.

Her eyes widening to the sides of dinner-plates for a second, Nabiki grit her teeth as there were slight traces of tears at the corners of her eyes. "Nghhh! I... I mean in my pussy damn it!" She squealed as he continued to plow back there. "Gnnnh! Ow, ow, ow!"

Turning to look at the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer that was living up to his duty and Taming that ass mercilessly, the pokégirl told him, "Take it easy." Jolie gave Ranma's ass a pinch to make sure she had his attention. "You have to start delicately, especially if she's not used to anal. You could really cause damage back there." Grinning mischievously, she told him, "Once she's used to it THEN you can ream her good!"

"Ah... all right," Ranma replied to the OfficerJenny. Leaning over Nabiki and pressing his chest against her back, the raven-haired martial artist moved his mouth close to the woman's ear. "Sorry, Nabs." He apologized genuinely before gently nipping on and suckling her earlobe, all the while grinding his member back there as he slowly tried to bottom out into her.

Gritting her teeth, the mercenary Tendo tried to suppress a squeal of pained delight. 'Ngh! Y-you better make this worth it!" She told him seriously. "A lot of girls told me this SUCKS!" She screamed suddenly as he dove in quickly. While she did feel some pleasure overall, her aversion to something being shoved inside her ass was muffling things a bit.

Hugging her from behind, Ranma did try to make it up to her. He wanted to pleasure the woman further and so started kissing her neck, his left hand reaching down to rub her moist outer-labial folds.

"Mmm..." she sighed in relief, feeling a bit better as he evened out the pace and started to play with her folds. "Ooooh... Ranma... if this were anyone else, I'd kill them." She told him seriously. "I trust you," she told him in a soft whisper. After a few minutes of him plunging back and forth in her ass, she told him, "Fuck me... go ahead."

Ranma smiled. "Not yet..." he said in a teasing manner. He then used his prowess of the Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken. His hand rubbed her clit at an incredible fast pace, practically buzzing her. She said she wanted it rough and she wanted pleasure so he was trying to combine the two in an interesting sexual experiment.

The brunette was unprepared for that tactic. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Nabiki screamed out, taken totally by surprise. Her hands balls into fists behind her as she was fucked and toyed with in a most incredible fashion. "Ngh! You t-tease!" She accused. "I'm... gonna... GAH! I'm gonna get you... for this!" She cried out.

Nodding his head, Ranma agreed. "Yes, but later," he teased back as he continued to rub her clit, all the while simply grinding his hips back and forth, trying to get her to loosen up back there.

Nabiki whined, feeling her body relaxing back there as Ranma did all this to her body. She gasped for breath quickly again when he FINALLY started to pound into her back-door at a faster pace. "Ahh! Ahhhh fuuuuuuuuuck!" She moaned as she could feel him working her closer to orgasm.

The pigtailed martial artist grunted she did feel less tight but it was still more snug than he was used too. However, he didn't hold back and soon he was pounding away at Nabiki's ass as her screams and cries of pleasure filled the room. With Nabiki's cries of pleasure egging him on, Ranma stood up straight and really began jack-hammering his dick back and forth in her ass like there was no tomorrow. He got so into it, he even gave Nabiki a slap across her ass with his right hand.

"AAAHHHH!" Nabiki screamed out, her body jolting and pressing against the bed as her ass was plundered with such force. "H-harder!" She cried out.

Raising an eyebrow, Ranma was surprised to her that request. She wanted it harder? Okay! Raising his right hand up, Ranma finally brought it down upon her ass with a powerful and loud-

*SMACK*!

Rearing her head back and off the bed, the middle Tendo daughter screamed, "MORE! Fuck me you, ass-happy bastard!"

Nodding his head, the Asian martial artist continued to give it to her. He slapped her ass again and again, all the while fucking her harder and faster.

Needless to say, Nabiki screamed louder and louder as she finally came and HARD. She fell down onto the cot completely, panting heavily for much needed air. She groaned as she felt Ranma pull out as she just lay on the canvas material of the cot.

Seeing the human woman orgasm once more, Jolie walked over to the post-orgasmic pair with a canister. She opened the container, revealing wet disinfectant wipes and helped Ranma clean off his dick, not that he had any foreign matter but best to stay safe and hygienic. "She's ready for round two."

The human woman blinked her eyes at that comment. "Round twooOOOHHH!" Nabiki moaned as Ranma now was back to plugging her pussy, ramming into her without abandon. "AH! AHHHH! FUCK!" The brunette cried out in passion. She was barely getting over her last orgasm and now he was triggering another one!

Ranma grunted as he continued to slam back and forth in her cunt with such force. "You like that, Nabs? Like my dick fucking you harder than you've ever been fucked before?" He had to admit, he was really getting into this... and her.

"Yes, YESS!" She screamed her answer. "I love it! I love it! Ngh!" She grunted at a particularly pleasurable thrust into her depths. "I want... I want you to fuck me as hard as you can! Fuck me raw!" She practically screeched.

Back in her seat in the corner, Jolie had two fingers probing her own depths while she was groping a breast through her half opened blouse. After cleaning Ranma, she'd gone back to enjoying the view. "I hope they don't take much longer. I sooo need it now!" The OfficerJenny thought with need. Oh she liked helping people, (she was programmed to) but she was a woman and a woman with wants and needs!

Grinning at the effect his efforts were having on the woman, Ranma was feeling damn pleased with himself. "Yes!" The martial artist shouted out as he continued to fuck her with doubled efforts, his hips starting to blur as they had earlier as he pounds her pussy with speed and strength that could only be honed from years of training in the martial arts religiously.

With all the pleasure storming through her senses, Nabiki's head was spinning. This was so good, far from what she ever imagined possible and yet everything she could have hoped for! "K-kami-sama!" The woman being fucked to the high heavens gasped out. "I'm gonna cum again! C-cum with me! Fuck me, fuuuck Ranmamaaaaaaaaa!" She screamed into the cot as her orgasm tore through, her vaginal folds clamping down around his dick in a vice-like grip.

Continuing to jackhammer into the woman all throughout her orgasm, the pigtailed man's body was covered in a sheen of sweat as he was really pushing himself. "NGH... Nabs..." Ranma gasped as he reached his limit. "Take it... all!" He practically roared out, pushing his hips against hers as his own release finally overtook him, his load shooting with incredible force into her pussy for the second time.

Nabiki panted for breath, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth as she was filled while slowly coming down from her orgasmic high. "Oooooh..." she moaned happily. "So gooood..."

Panting for breath, Ranma slowly nodded his head as he lay atop of the middle Tendo sister. "Kami-sama... you feel so good, Nabichan..." he praised, nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. Oh yes, that was definitely incredible... and oddly enough, probably the first time sex didn't feel some level of awkwardness. To think, it would be sex with NABIKI of all people that didn't feel like anything was off...

Feeling her lover nuzzle her neck, the middle Tendo sister smiled. "C'mere..." she mumbled, craning her head to him.

Seeing she wanted a kiss he leaned his head forward, pressing his body against hers to give it. Ranma held the lip-lock with Nabiki, starting simple and then using tongue, dueling in her mouth with hers for a good number of minutes before finally breaking it off. "You feel good?" He asked.

Looking up into his eyes, Nabiki grinned. "I want more," she admitted bluntly. "I'm on a high that... defies even winning money. There I said it."

Smiling wider at hearing that, the raven-haired heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts stood up, taking her with him so they were sitting on the cot, her in his lap, (and him still inside of her).

Cuddling up to Ranma, the woman let off a contented sigh. Finally, the brunette looked towards the policewoman. "Can I finally get these cuffs off?" She asked.

The OfficerJenny considered this. "That depends..." she said in a whisper. Standing up, the heavily perspiring pokégirl was undoing the buttons of her shirt. "May I please join in... I SO need it!"

Eyes going wide, Ranma could only stare at the trickle of fluid that was streaming down both her legs. Holy crap! She really needed it!

Carefully, Nabiki eyed the Jenny's state. She smirked as she told her, "Sure. Why the hell not?" Her eyes suddenly narrowed. "However, the cuffs come off or no cock!" She grinned deviously, using her lower muscle control to grip Ranma's pride while it was still imbedded in her.

Ranma gasped and groaned at the treatment the girl with the pageboy hair-style was giving him.

Nodding her head, the bluenette licked her lips. "Mmmhmm... I can do that... but first..." the Jenny whispered as she got onto her knees before the duo on cot. She then put her head between their legs and starts to sensually lick up the residue from their mutual orgasm.

"Aaahhhh!" Nabiki gasped out, her ears catching onto Ranma doing the same behind her. This police pokégirl knew how to use her tongue!

Moaning happily, the policewoman lived up to her group's motto of 'Protect and Service', she served the pair of humans as only a pokégirl could. She licked along the length of Ranma's dick before getting into the crevices of the woman's pussy even as it was stuffed full of that wonderful man-meat. She then carefully pulled Ranma's pride free and a rush of plugged up splooge rushed out, which she happily started to slurp down, feeling the sweet relief it gave her.

Leaning her head back, the brunette moaned at the wonderful pleasure. "Nghh! Oh fuck... fuck! So goooood!" Nabiki cooed in pleasure. Even with so many orgasms, her body couldn't seem to get enough. She wished her hands were free or at the very least handcuffed in front of her, so she could grab the back of the blue-tressed pokégirl's head and held her there, all the while moaning. "Yessss...eat the Ranma cum, slut!"

Watching the two, Ranma shuddered. Even though he knew he'd need some energy to go another round, he was certainly enjoy what he was seeing...

*BAM*! *BAM*! *BAM*! *BAM*! *BAM*! *BAM*!

All three people inside the interrogation run turned their heads toward the reinforced door. A barricade that was starting to give way with sudden slams and vocal cursing coming from the other side

"Jolie, you BITCH! No fair hogging him!"

"The girl got a go and you had one last night! It's our turns!"

"Come on and share already! Some of us haven't had any in weeks!"

"Open up in the name of the law!"

"At least share the fucking dress you got from the evidence locker!"

Raising a hand up, Jolie groaned as she slapped herself on the face. "Aw crap..."

Blinking her eyes the middle Tendo sister was stunned by what was suddenly going on. "Wait! How do they know what's..." Nabiki trailed off as realization hit. She turned her head and eyed Officer Jolie. "You neglected to mention you had cameras..."

The police pokégirl let off a heavy sigh. "It's an interrogation room... it kind of slipped my mind." She frowned. "They also usually don't turn them on unless there's a criminal to process..."

"You seem to forget that this is a police station full of curious and horny pokégirls and women," Nabiki deadpanned.

Nodding her head, Jolie mentally admitted, "At least they don't know about the one-way glass wall..." she looked to said mirror and chuckled nervously.

Hearing the chuckle made Nabiki frown. "Can they beat the door down?"

Shaking her head, the police pokégirl told them, "No, the door can handle blows from enhanced strength multiplier of ten and we Jennys are a six. "However, there is an emergency override on the bolts..." Jolie sighed heavily. "They'll get in..."

"And we'll be mobbed," the brunette surmised. "Ranma especially," Nabiki muttered to herself. Damn horny bitches! What was with pokégirl libidos anyway?

Rubbing his chin in thought, the pigtailed martial artist considered their predicament. There had to be a way out. Think Saotome, THINK! This is what you lived for! Thinking on the fly in combat/danger situations!

And indeed, the little light-bulb inside the pigtailed teenager's head actually flickered on with an idea. "Ah-ha! Jolie!" He shouted at the OfficerJenny. "Do you know where the cameras are in the room?"

Nodding her head, the blue-tressed pokégirl replied, "Yeah. Right there." She pointed over to what looked like a harmless coffee maker.

Looking over at the device, Ranma then again turned to look at the OfficerJenny. "Is there a blind spot?"

"Just at the corner by door coming in," Jolie told him. Even if she moved the coffee maker, there was limited area that was out of someone's view. "Why?"

Smiling with cunning and confidence, Ranma stood up, gathering his discarded outfit. "Get your clothes girls. I got a way outta this mess!"

Nodding her head, Officer Jolie went to gather her panties and the woman's clothing. She was interested in what he was going to try.

Nabiki was also interested as Jolie undid her handcuffs so she could grab her clothing from her. "What are you proposing?"

Smirking, all Ranma told her was, "Oh... you'll see."

About five minutes later, the doors to the interrogation room burst open, several Jennys and a pair of Growlies rushing in. They came to a screeching halt, all blinking their eyes and look around the empty room. "Where'd they go!?" The lead OfficerJenny shouted.

Looking around, another OfficerJenny was staring wide-eyed. "No way... there was no other way in or out!"

Turning around quickly on the Jenny that just spoke, the lead pokégirl of the group shouted/demanded to know, "We have a hole in security!?"

Hear ears falling back, a black-striped, red-furred canine pokégirl whined. "Shit. I wanted that Class Eleven Taming!"

At the apartment of Officer Jolie, the doors opened wide, the OfficerJenny allowing the humans entrance into her home. "I'm still impressed by what you did, Ranma," the blue-haired police pokégirl praised. "How did you do that Umi... Umi..." she frowned. She wasn't good with Edo-tongue.

Smiling at her, Ranma offered, "Umiseiken?"

Nodding her head, the OfficerJenny closed the door behind the two humans once they entered her home. "Yeah, that's it. The Umiseiken technique."

Turning about to look at Ranma, the brunette woman looked him over with a curious expression. "You know, I thought you resealed that art. So what gives, Saotome?" Nabiki asked curiously. Not that she blamed him, such would be useful in this world when need came to it.

Looking over at Nabiki, the pigtailed martial artist admitted, "I did reseal the scrolls of the Umiseiken and Yamaseiken but that doesn't mean I forgot how to perform the stuff on them." Ranma sighed. "Besides, as I see it, that promise is also kinda moot in this world. The Goshin Dai Ryusei Fu will be of great help to us in this word and we need any edge we can get."

"No argument here," Nabiki replied. Raising her arms, she stretched a bit to get the kinks out of her back as she eyed the apartment. Small but not claustrophobic, clean and economic and most importantly it looked lived in rather than brand-new. From experience, she found it was the people with no personalities you should look out for. Finally, she told the Jenny, "Not a bad place you have here."

Smiling a bit at the praise, the OfficerJenny tried to wave it off. "What can I say? It's home." She smiled widely as she motioned further into the apartment. "Now this way to the bedroom!" Yes, there was no way she could pass up the chance for another Taming.

Realizing what the woman wanted, the pigtailed martial artist knew what he needed to keep up with all of this. "Hey, Jolie! Mind if I swipe an energy drink?" He at least hoped she had such on hand.

Giving Ranma a smile that would let him know he was right, the uniformed pokégirl told him, "Oooh yes! I have a few in the fridge in fact," Jolie told him as she gently grabbed Nabiki's hand, leading her towards the bedroom. "Take five Tamer Saotome, you deserved this small break. We'll call you when ready."

Surprised by the action, Nabiki blinked her eyes as the police pokégirl grabbed her wrists. The words that Officer Jolie also said caught the human woman's attention. "And what are we going to be doing in the meantime?" She asked as the bluenette was leading her to the bedroom.

Shutting the door behind them, Jolie turned to the woman. Giving her a smile, she answered, "Simple. We're going to get all sexy so he'll be randy and ready to pounce on us when we open this door again to invite him in."

Considering that for a moment, Nabiki smirked. She did like taking control of a situation. "Hmm... I don't oppose that but how?"

Walking over to the set of doors in her room opposite the entrance, Jolie opened her closet, revealing numerous sets of lingerie and various outfits.

Needless to say, the woman raised an eyebrow. "Ahhh..." the most mercenary of the Tendo sisters replied as she looked the closet over. "And how did you manage all this? I doubt that you'd afford all of this on a policewoman's salary... no offense, I just get the feeling they won't pay pokégirls much, especially when it's their breed's purpose to be officers of the law." She had read up about the history of the OfficerJenny breed.

Grinning a small, embarrassed smile, the bluenette pokégirl replied, "Would you believe the evidence locker? More Tamers and their harems go missing than we like to think about... and after a three year grace period... well, protocol says that all of the electronics are to go back to the League and other amenities burned but often it gets spread about the girls at the force." And there was quite a bit one could collect working in a police station over the years. Tamers tried to live kinky, erotic lifestyles and tried to do what they could to make their pokégirls the sex-toys they were. Atop of that, around 60% of all Tamers ended up dead within three-to-five years of starting their journeys, leaving so much behind, often with no relatives to send the goods back to. So yes, there was much to claim within the evidence locker, it was just a matter of beating out the other girls to the goods.

Nabiki nodded her head to that explanation. She could understand that, waste not, want not after all. "That's fine. I've taken advantage of police auctions myself." It was how she got a number of goods for the kitchen for Kasumi's use and some of her own personal wardrobe. "It would be a waste to not take in these dresses," the human woman mused, picking out a rather skimpy g-string set. "This is revealing... and kinky."

The OfficerJenny nodded her head firmly in agreement with the woman. "It is... and I think red with black outline would suit your very well..." she smirked. "I know I'd take a strap-on to you in a second if you were wearing it."

Searching through the closet for a bit, the middle Tendo sibling finally told her, "Let's... put a raincheck on that. I prefer real meat," Nabiki added firmly. "Hmmm... I think this would suit you." Nabiki pulled out a satin teal slip.

Jolie leaned over and looked at the off-blue satin lingerie item. "Oh, I do think that one would suit you well too..." she smirked. "Sexy boss appeal, right?"

Hearing that, Nabiki thought back to the little number she had tried on at the AsS-Mart. Ranma made a similar comment that time. "Got anything in leather?"

Outside Ranma sat at the table kicking back an energy drink and a bag of snacks. "Phew! I needed a quick break," he told himself as he shook his head. Man, did that hit the spot! Nothing better than Stamina XXX! He wondered what the girls were up too, not that he had to think too much on it given what the expected outcome was. He just hoped they gave him a decent break. After all after this he had four pokégirls that were overdue for Tamings themselves.

Well, one really. Cassandra and Cyan said they could hold off, leaving Alice the only one needing a Taming. So why did he think...

Blushing suddenly, Ranma realized he was thinking of Asrial AS a pokégirl. No! Bad thoughts! Bad, bad thoughts!

Once he cleared his head he did however think maybe Asrial could help with Alice. He had a feeling he'd still be somewhat tired and... something told him Asrial would LOVE to get back at the Shadowcat, especially if he correctly guessed right on all the innuendo that had been going back and forth between them.

Turning his head to a sudden noise, Ranma realized he was hearing the bedroom door open. "Oooh Ranma... you can come in now..." a pair of familiar female voices sing-songed rather seductively.

Needless to say, Ranma blinked his eyes. That sounded too seductive to be good. Picking up the can and chugging the last of the Stamina XXX, he placed the empty can down and wiped his mouth with the back of his right hand. "Better see to it," he mumbled to himself before finally heading to the bedroom. Bracing himself, he opened the door fully.

What he saw made his jaw drop. The two ladies sat on the edge of the bed. Jolie was wearing a teal slip while Nabiki... she was wearing a red and black leather piece that was rather reminiscent of the 'sexy boss' outfit he saw at AsS-Mart. Only this was the 'sexy boss' lingerie version, made with less material and just projecting an aura of intense sexuality rather than just dominance.

Ranma could only sum up his thoughts in two words. "Oh mama..."

Tilting her head at that reply, the brunette woman couldn't help but tease, "Hold that thought on making me a Mama, Saotome. Still, I'll happily take the intercourse," Nabiki told him with a sly wink.

It took awhile for the Tendo's words to register in the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer's mind. When it finally hit, Ranma slowly nodded his head in understanding. "Y-you bet!" He managed to respond, his boxers tenting like nobody's business. His dick was so hard and ready from the sight of the two women, (and the Stamina X drink) that it literally just stabbed through the slit in the front of the boxers.

Both women giggled at the sight. "Oh he's more than ready," Jolie said with a smile.

"Uh-huh," Nabiki agreed. The two now crawling on the carpet towards him, they both grabbed at his pants and pulled them and his boxers down his legs. Each took a side as they began to lick and tease his cock with their tongues, both using a hand to rub the sides of his thighs.

Leaning his head back as he stood there, Ranma shuddered in pleasure, feeling both women going at his cock together was great... and, oh damn, they were kissing each other at times while tonguing his dick! Man, how did he not get into this sex stuff before?

...Oh yeah, back home sex pretty much meant marriage on the spot. And with the choices of women back home, things were pretty grim. Damn, maybe coming to this world WAS the best thing that could've happened to him... besides the fact that there were no expectations of him and that his father's antics had no bearing on him as far as he knew. Although he had a nagging feeling he was knocking on wood in that regard, he was currently focused on the here and now!

Jolie now had her lips solely wrapped around his member, bobbing her head as she began to deep throat him with the skill he experienced during their 'date'. Meanwhile, Nabiki was busy using her tongue to tease his balls, sucking them on occasion, rolling them on her tongue and repeating the action He also noticed she was bringing her finger near his butt rubbing and...!

"ACK!" The pigtailed martial artist gasped, his pigtail pointing straight up as a finger slipped into his ass.

Releasing his balls from her mouth, the brunette grinned devilishly up at Ranma. "Payback is a bitch, Ranma-honey," Nabiki cooed before kissing his balls again, moving the digit back and forth.

Eyes shot wide open as the woman's digit began to swirl around back there. "Gah! Sh-shit!" Ranma gasped and squirmed as he stood there, having the two women ganging up on him as they pleasured him. Kami, that felt weird! No wonder the girls must've taken offense to it...

Poor Ranma... little did he really realize the difference between a finger and his thick, steely man-meat.

Letting his balls fall from her mouth again, the middle Tendo sibling gasped for air. Licking her lips, she turned her head to look over at the OfficerJenny. "Hmmm... you can get first ride if you want," she offered. After all, she had quite a bit earlier and this pokégirl was probably dying for it.

The pokégirl's eyes lit up on a child on Yule morning. "YES!" Jolie stopped her sucking and quickly stood. She brought her hands up lowered the top of her slip, freeing her breasts before bringing her hands and removing the panties she wore.

Staring wide-eyed, Ranma could only concentrate on the policewoman. He could see she was soaked as she bent over on the bed, wiggling her ass at him. "Kami..."

The human woman smirked at Ranma's stunned silence. "Go get her..." Nabiki teased. Removing her finger, she gave the pigtailed martial artist a firm smack on his ass.

Jumping a little at the smack, the pigtailed martial artist looked over his shoulder at the middle Tendo sister. "Oh, I'll get her all right..." he promised as he walked up to her, giving the pokégirl an appreciative look. "No matter how many times I look at you, I can't help but think of how gorgeous you are, Jolie..." he praised as his hands rubbed her ass-cheeks.

The pokégirl smiled proudly and happily all at once. "Mmm... thank you, Ranma..." she said, before shivering as his hands gripped her booty in an oh-so-nice way. "Please..." she gasped. "Fuck me, pretty please?"

Reaching over Nabiki pumped his rod, making the raven-haired Tamer gasp again. "Mmmhmm... he will." She looked up at Ranma and told him to, "Go on."

Shivering as Nabiki was toying with his firm erection, he had to ask, "Go on and what?"

"This." Resting a hand on his ass, Nabiki guided his prick to Jolie's dripping snatch.

Gritting his teeth, Ranma groaned through them. His hands firmly gripped his fingers into the blue-tressed pokégirl's ass, using the better purchase to help himself slip into her wet and warm heat.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Jolie bit down on her comforter, moaning in delight. Opening her mouth and gasping for air, she couldn't help but moan in delight. "Ahh yes... ooh... that feels so good..." she cooed happily. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She practically begged, wanting him to give her a Taming that rated an '11' on a scale of 1 to 10!

The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer responded by giving the woman just what she wanted. He started to plunge his member back and forth in her soaked cunt, making obscene sloshing sounds as his dick easily plundered the depths of her poké-pussy. "Oooh yessss..." he hissed in pleasure. "Feels so goooood."

Crawling up and onto the bed, the middle Tendo sibling reached out and under the woman to grab the Jenny's jiggling breasts, giving them a firm squeeze in her grasp. "Your nipples are as hard as rocks. You're enjoying yourself," she teased the poor pokégirl that was getting her pussy pounded.

With his cock delving deeper into her with ever more forceful thrusts that were coupled with a very grabby second partner, the police pokégirl moaned louder in pleasure. "Yes, yes yes! He's fucking me sooo good!" Jolie cried out in ecstasy, aiming her ass up to take it. She gripped the bed-sheets, trying to keep him from sending her flying across the bed as he plunged into her cunny with such force!

Hands grabbing the sides of her hips in a firm grip, Ranma used the better purchase to pound her booty with his hips like there was no tomorrow. His dick throbbed with need as his steely meat continued to piston back and forth in her depths like a jackhammer. He was intent to get off in her and hard!

Crying out in passion, the blue-tressed policewoman slammed her fists onto the bed. "OH FUCK YES!" She cried out, loving every pleasure-filled moment of him fucking her with such power and dominance.

Raising an eyebrow at how the OfficerJenny was taking this, the most mercenary of the Tendo daughters smirked. "I take it you like doggy-style, huh?" Nabiki asked off to the side, still teasing the pokégirl's breasts.

The OfficerJenny tried to make sense of the woman's words. When they finally reached through to her brain, she managed to answer, "Yes I do!" She groaned as the male's cock hit her g-spot in just the right way. "I like all positions but when I want it-ugh-hard, this is the way to go!"

Hearing that, Ranma decided to add a little more 'roughness' to the act. Raising his right hand up, he then brought it thundering down as he smacked the policewoman across both her ass-cheeks, all the while plunging his cock inside of her dripping womanhood with abandon.

Of course, the OfficerJenny was thrilled. "AAAHHHHH! Oh, YES!" She screamed out happily. "Spank me! Fuck and spank me!" She begged of him. "I've been such a bad OfficerJenny! Punish my poké-pussy! PUNISH IT!"

The brunette had to suppress a laugh. "If she insists..." Nabiki mumbled as she finally released her hold on Jolie's tits. Getting on her knees, she started to smack the police officer's ass, almost to the beat of one playing with a set of bongo drums.

The OfficerJenny moaned at the abuse she found herself receiving. The sweet, wonderful dominance they were holding over her. "Oooooh yesss… that's good!" She cried out happily, enjoying the treatment.

"How about it, Ranma?" Nabiki asked as they continued to Tame the police pokégirl. "I smack, you fuck?"

Nodding his head rapidly, Ranma told her, "I'm good with that!" And so saying, he concentrated his efforts on fucking the kinky police officer with all his might.

Nabiki craned her head as she continued to smack the pokégirl's ass, getting a good look as Ranma's dick disappeared into the woman before he pulled it back out, making her neither-lips contort and pull with him before stretching to take it all back in once again. "I've seen porn before but this close and live, you can really appreciate one's anatomy and how it's built to handle sex," the woman thought with interest. It wasn't only stimulating for the body but the mind as well.

Slowly, Jolie drew her nails across the bed. She was crying up a storm as she was finally reaching her limit. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Make me cum!" She screamed out louder. "Yes! Fuck, fuck, FUCK YES!"

Hearing the blue-tressed woman's cries, Ranma did his best to double his efforts. Admittedly, such was difficult when one was already putting so much strength and speed into it but he was doing his best. Unintentionally, he was proving to the police pokégirl that he was definitely an '11'.

Nabiki smiled as she stopped smacking Jolie and rub her red ass. She blinked her eyes as she then watched the pokégirl seize up and scream. She'd finally hit orgasm. Smiling for her, she reached around and down and gives Ranma's balls a squeeze, wanting to make it better for the policewoman. "Do it, Ranma!" She told him. "Cum all over her!" Oh no, Nabiki wasn't regaining some of her control streak, not at all... at least, that's what she kept telling herself.

"FUCK!" Ranma roared in pleasure as he finally came. The most mercenary of the Tendo sisters had surprised him with the action, causing him to go over the edge rather violently. His dick throbbed with such force as the woman's folds spasmed around it, his balls emptying his seed into her with such force that she could feel her inner depths being pelted by burst after burst of his molten heat.

Feeling the incredible rush of the male's consciousness-stabilizing warmth flooding into her, Jolie's eyes rolled into the back of her head. She collapsed down onto her bed, panting deeply to regain control of her breathing. "Oooh... oh yeaah..." she moaned happily. "That's the goooood shit..." she gasped out, as if having taken a hit from some form of illegal narcotics. After all, to a pokégirl, what greater high was there than an orgasmic one?

Nabiki chuckled, catching some sperm dripping out with her hand. Bringing her greased palm to her face, she slowly licked it up. "Mmm... tast-EEK!"

Staring down at the woman, the OfficerJenny grinned down as she had Nabiki on her back; the over the shoulder-grab and throw quite useful. She then turned around and covered Nabiki's face with her muff. "If you want it so bad, eat up!" She commanded as she wiggled and ground her cum-filled pussy into the human woman's face.

"Mrrph? Mmm..." Nabiki struggled for all of two seconds before the smell of fresh cum enticed her to a taste. Soon she was reaching up to hold onto the sides of the OfficerJenny's hips, eating the pokégirl's pussy with gusto.

Feeling the woman's tongue dance around and about, Jolie shivered in delight before lying down atop Nabiki. Undoing the other girl's panties, she looked up at the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer. "Ranma... let's fuck this bitch!" Jolie winked at him before bringing her head down and flicking her tongue across Nabiki's clit.

Watching what was going on, Ranma gawked as Nabiki just ate out Jolie with gusto. "Holy crap..." he muttered to himself in shock and awe. He found this all to be highly erotic.

Looking up to see him staring at her, Jolie crooked a finger at him, trying to entice him to her.

Noticing the motion, Ranma kneel down, not yet sure what she wanted him to do.

When she had the pigtailed Tamer close, Jolie peeled Nabiki open and inserted a finger before pulling it back out.

Nodding his head, Ranma got it, (or hoped he did). Taking his still pretty erect pride, he shoved it in as he grabbed a hold of Nabiki's hips.

Raising an eyebrow, the pokégirl was seriously impressed that he could still get it up after all of this. He was definitely what would be a mythical 'Eleven'. "I was expecting him to help tongue her but this is good too!" Jolie thought as she licked at their conjoined parts while Ranma began to bang his hips into Nabiki's once again.

Grunting for air to help him keep up with the motions, the raven-haired martial artist continued to thoroughly fuck his fellow dimensionally-displaced compatriot. Kami-sama, there was just something so wonderful and pleasurable about her cunt that made it practically addicting! Damn his old man for screwing things up between him and her so long ago! They could've had things go nice and easy when they came to the Tendo Dojo the first time around if he hadn't...

Shaking his head, Ranma shoved such thoughts aside. Angst over the past later, fuck these two women into submission, (or as much as he dared to handle) first!

Through all the pleasure, Nabiki was moaning up a storm. By now, she'd licked Jolie's cunt clean of cum but she kept on as she felt Ranma's dick spear her for the third time, (fourth if you counted her ass). Combined with Jolie's tongue... it was heaven!

His hands moving forward, Ranma massaged the brunette's abdominal muscles, enjoying the feel of her body immensely as he continued to fuck her towards oblivion. She was tighter than Jolie but that wasn't what he was enjoying. No, it was that she had a wetness and warmth all her own that caressed his cock that made him enjoy copulating with her so much.

Seeing how much care he took in fucking the woman, Jolie smiled as she reaches to rub his balls as she ran her tongue along his shaft as he's was pulling out. "Mmmm... your eyes are so... lit up when you're fucking her." She looked up at him with a kind smile. "You really like her, huh?"

A small blush coming to his face, (from both the heavy breathing and the concept) Ranma could only answer the blunette pokégirl by nodding his head as he continued to fuck her.

"Mmm... that's good to hear," the police pokégirl said. "She really needs you, more than she'll admit," Jolie added before she nibbled on Nabiki's clit again. She shivered herself as Nabiki was getting insistent with her tonguing. "Mmm...yesss..." she hissed in pleasure. "I'll cum, dear... but not before you cum... cum all over that fat cock in you."

Unable to verbally reply, Nabiki just grabbed the bluenette's ass and went to town on her pussy. In short order her, own orgasm was triggered, her folds CLAMPING down on Ranma with an inescapable force.

Eyes snapping wide open, Ranma could only let out a wordless scream as the pressure for to him. Arching his back and rearing his head backwards, the Asian male just slammed his hips into Nabiki's own, flooding her cunny with abandon, each thick spurt of his cream streaming down into her depths.

Jolie's cries joined his as her own orgasm soon followed. Grasping the blankets into her hands, her pussy splashed her fluids onto Nabiki's face with intense force.

Soon the wave of pleasured died down. Ranma slowly pulled out of the Tendo as Jolie rolled off of Nabiki. Seeing some room on the bed, the pigtailed martial artist finally allowed himself to flop down onto the bed beside Nabiki, all the while panting deeply for breath.

Reversing herself so she was head to head with her lovers, the OfficerJenny smiled widely. "Now that... was fun." An '11' sort of fun to be precise.

"Even with only a ten minute walk from the police station, I'm still winded from all the sex..." Nabiki mumbled to herself. Still, she looked very satisfied so it wasn't too much of a drag for her.

Nodding his head, Ranma's chest was rising and falling as he breathed deeply, feeling rather spent. "I... I think I'm gonna need another... Stamina XXX..." he managed to tell them. "But first... I think a nap's in order..."

Agreeing with that line of thought, Nabiki told him, "No argument here."

Although she pouted at hearing the humans were giving in to their fatigue, Jolie had to admit that they had gone at it a lot more than she did today... lucky bastards. "Okay," she relented. "I admit that a nap does sound good right about now."

Lying on the bed for a moment, Nabiki turned her head to look at the man lying beside her. "Say, Ranma...?"

"Hmm?" The martial artist 'asked' as he cocked his head to look at her.

Turning her body to him, the brunette curled up against his frame. "What happened that day? I just ran into your dad, I saw he had your pack but... I never saw you"

Turning his head to look at Nabiki, Ranma told her, "We were packing up that day to head out for our training trip and dad insisted I went on ahead even though I told him I needed to return the money. He said he'd make sure you got it but..." he sighed. "You know how Pops is and how gullible I was back then."

The woman let off a depressed sigh. "Figures..." Nabiki grumbled as she shook her head.

Having the decency to blush, Ranma mumbled, "Sorry."

Nabiki managed to give Ranma a smile. "Like you said you were a kid and gullible, I was once too." Oh so long ago...

This was not a good day for Ash Sexum

Oh, sure it had started out well enough. He didn't just get one Starter Pokégirl, he got three. His brother had never had that.

At least, that's what he thought. He never really knew the man, only by word of mouth his mother received. Ash didn't even know what Pokécenter or Professor had tested his brother, let alone what if any girls Ranma received as his Starter.

Anyway, with three Starters, he felt he was well on his way to facing the world and starting his journey into becoming a Harem Master. So he picked a direction—which just happened to be in the opposite direction his mother's calls were coming from, coincidence I tell you!—and set out.

And then things went downhill from there.

Once he was far enough into the woods not to worry about his mother following him about people discovering his training style, he released each of his girls to see what the Professor had given him.

That was his first mistake.

Galia, a Gun-Bunny wasn't too bad. Sure, it was odd to get a pokégirl that was already evolved as a Starter. But she seemed nice, if a little ditzy and unsure of herself. She didn't really have any memories of a life before Ash released her, so she could have been a recently rescued pokégirl.

She also looked a little like Ash's former tormentor, Gary. Perhaps she was a sister to him; Gary's mother was a bunny-type after all. And he would admit he'd likely get some secret pleasure from Taming Gary's sister.

But that was as good as it got.

Second he released … Misty.

Boy was she angry! He'd probably be minus his testicles at the moment had it not been for some of his mother's teachings. Of course, it could be understandable that she was upset, when she started running off about how he wasn't Stroak, how she was supposed to be a water-type now, how he was obviously a pokégirl thief, and she would 'unman' him before turning him in.

He finally was able to convince her that he had not stolen her, that she had been given to him by Stroak, and he would do everything he could to ensure she got her wish and become a water-type—not the turning him into a eunuch part.

He had to! It was one of the few things his father had preached that his mother taught him: angry tomboys often led to dead Tamers.

And finally his third one: Peekabu.

She was non-domesticated and apparently still pissed at whoever had put her in that pokéball. His right hand still twitched if she looked at him, so many of her electric attacks he had taken. She was not going to listen to him, no matter what.

He had thought first that Professor Stroak had given him a great gift.

Now Ash wanted to tell his mother that the dear Professor had touched him inappropriately, just to have her bring down Hell upon the man.

So, in typical fashion—proving he was his father's son, even if the man would never admit it—Ash came upon a great thought. They needed a team-building exercise, something that would bring them closer together and build a sense of companionship.

So, when he saw a pack—or was it flock, he never knew what to call a group of specific pokégirls—of Racks, he thought this would be perfect. They would attack together, get in, capture a few girls, and he might even get to double his harem. Flying types were dead useful after all. Hell, there might even be some people on Poke-E-Bay who would trade him some things for a Rack.

He couldn't have been more wrong. After all, a charge only works when everyone agrees to go at the same time.

Ash charged forward.

Galia looked on in confusion. Her mind-wipe hadn't left much in the way of attacks. At the least, she could be considered a Level-1 pokégirl, even given her current evolution.

Peekabu ignored him. Hell, she never asked for this. Let the little monkey get himself killed for all she cared.

Misty jut shouted that he'd better not die before he got her back to Stroak.

Needless to say, the charge proved ineffective, especially when he was the only one facing off against twenty-plus angry Rack, since he apparently struck the leader of the group with the rock he had thrown.

The Rack were not happy, attacking en mass and not caring that only one member of the foursome had actually attacked them. Despite her weakness, Misty was very adept at punching things. Galia was doing pretty well, even with the fact she was still unsure of herself. She hadn't summoned any weapons, but her punches struck just as easily as Misty.

Peekabu, however, was paying for her earlier inattentiveness. She had been swarmed by the Rack, and while she did take out a few with the electric attacks Ash now knew so well, she was simply being overwhelmed.

So Ash did what he knew he had to: he rushed to help her. Say what you will about the teaching methods of Nodoka Sexum, but she taught her second child to always defend your pokégirls, to never ditch them, to treat them well and keep them close to your heart. He arrived, fought enough Rack off to try and shield the injured Peekabu with his body.

It may not have been his plan, but his act of selflessness did something to the wild Peekabu. She saw the former monkey risk his life to save her, to protect her, if even for a short time.

So she decided … to save his life.

One severe Thundershock later after she pushed Ash off of her, and the Rack were either knocked out or fleeing.

It may not have been what he had planned, but it had worked; Ash's team had grown closer under a shared adversary.

Too bad he had forgotten to pack more than the spare pokéballs Stroak had given him. So of the fifteen Rack left behind unconscious, he was only able to take three.

What a gyp!

And now it just got worse, as he fled down the road, hands holding Misty and Peekabu's as he raced down the road he had ended up on, Galia in her ball for the moment.

And why was this bad?

"Oh, isn't my Ash such a manly man, girls? I mean, he's taken three shots from my tranquilizer gun in the posterior already and he's still running!"

Yes, his mother had found him!