Anime Addventure : Pokegirls: Tendo Indiscriminate Taming School

by tutcat

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

8. Chapter 8

Earlier on the road…

"I can't believe that ungrateful lush left me behind!" screamed Maryanne, a pokégirl that was part of Professor Stroak's crew. The Titmouse had been trying to finish some last minute maintenance when she discovered her Master had left her behind. Oh, it hadn't been the first time he had forgotten about her. She'd still be in that Arachnae's cocoon if not for Rita. "When I get my hands on him, I'll … I'll … I'll lock him in a room with a feral Dildoqueen! No; ten feral Dildoqueens!"

Maryanne was needless to say, very upset with her Master's lack of care.

"Now Maryanne, calm down," said Nodoka, trying to soothe the angry pokégirl. "Now you can't do that."

"Why?" growled the Titmouse.

"Because it could be traced back to you," said Nodoka simply. "Now if he somehow suffered an accident, something that could be traced back only to him being careless, well that's better."

"You … you'll help?" asked the hopeful Maryanne.

"Help?" asked Nodoka. "Help with what, dear? No evil planning here," she finished with a smile.

Maryanne allowed a smile to form on her lips. Oh, he was so going to get it. "Thanks again for the ride."

"No problem," said Nodoka as she stood up, making her way to the front passenger seat. "We were going that way."

"Oh, why?"

"We are going to reunite our Mistress with her first son," said Kinshou, the Dominatrix, currently driving the vehicle. "He too is at Pewtit, thus we hope to arrive before he moves on."

"Ah," said Maryanne. "I remember you telling me about him. They found him?"

"He appeared in Buggy Woods with some human girls and only a Skunkette," said Azalea. "One of the human girls was hurt and now they're sitting in Pewtit until she's well enough to move."

"Oh," said Maryanne.

"Any idea why Stroak wanted to go there?" asked Jetta, reading a magazine at the table in the cabin.

"Some new pokégirl was discovered in the area," said the Titmouse. "I think it was labeled a Salusian. He got real excited, tried emailing the Tamer it belonged to, but our system fried. Jackass probably forgot he could do the same thing from the mobile unit. That's about all I know."

"Salusian?" asked Nodoka.

Maryanne nodded. "Maybe related to a Skunkette, but that's all I know."

Nodoka smiled a bit. Perhaps her son had evolved his new Alpha. Sure, Skunkettes were uncommon and it could be someone else's Skunkette. But she knew in her heart that it was the one with her son.

Her fantasies ended when she felt the RV slow down. "Kinshou, what's the problem? Why are we slowing down?"

"Your son is before us, Mistress," said the Dominatrix.

Nodoka spun her seat around. Sure enough, not even a hundred meters ahead of them, was the familiar sight of her son's unique outfit. "Jetta, my tranquilizer gun!"

Jetta just shook her head. Well, the boy should have known better than running from his mother like that.

Nodoka was just happy. Now she could email her older son and let him know they were coming! Oh Joy of Joys, it was going to be the perfect family reunion. All that was missing was word that her husband had suffered a painfully agonizing and long death under some horrendous pokégirl.

But soon as her youngest manly son was aboard, they'd make haste towards Pewtit for the reunion with her first manly son.

She just hoped that if any memories of her husband remained in the child, that he wasn't going to be against meeting her. Nodoka had already lost nearly two decades with him and nearly him as well. She wasn't going to lose out on knowing him now.

Kiiro sighed as she continued to explore her old jobsite. Now that she was no longer bonded to her former asshole Master, she could appreciate the place for what it was.

A dump.

Briefly, she wondered if her former sisters would think the same once they had 'proper' masters—i.e. masters who bathed more than once a week. Places that seemed good at the time now seemed so … undesirable. Perhaps it was because of the love her new Master and Mistresses—and she considered all three sisters her Mistresses, even if she hadn't been Tamed by them all … yet—or because of the attention and care they showed her.

It wasn't like they were spoiling her. Clothes, human food, even relaxing baths…

Okay, maybe they were spoiling her a bit. Thousand Gods knew she never had such treatment at the Ranch she had come from. She doubted Blowtorch or Viceclamp had come from anything better. They acted like her: thinking this was all there was to life, that they had it good.

Compared to some of the Tamers who had come through those doors… Yeah, it had been good for them.

But now … the rose-tinted glasses were off. Only once you experienced heaven could you truly know hell.

And by the time the trio were finished, this hell would be stripped of anything of value.

She smiled at that. That'll show those evil meanies! Even if Pete and his cousin didn't lose the place, by the time they finished repairing the transport and upgrading it, there wouldn't be anything left here for the mechanics to use. She had even seen Alice sneaking the sex toys into the storage lockers aboard the Landmaster. Ooo, she's planning on surprising the Alpha, she thought, giggling a bit, as she continued to look over things. You never knew what sneaky things those guys might have hidden without the pokégirls knowing. She knew they hid their alcohol stores, probably whatever tools they had used to disassemble the vehicle so quickly. All three pokégirls together, it would have taken a few hours to break it down that quickly.

So how did the bad people do it? Even with Blowtorch and Viceclamp helping, that was too quick unless he had some stuff he kept hidden, something he didn't want people or their own pokégirls knowing about.

This was why she was near the back of the building. If there was something hidden, it had to be here, the front was too open for any hidden areas.

The fact that she often found her owner and his cousin back here, drunk off their asses, mumbling about huge payoffs was another clue, but she didn't want to think too often about that. When they were sober enough, she'd get a beating for being back there if she went looking for them.

That did add a bit of fun to what she was doing. Aside from looking for more things, she was also looking for whatever they had back here. She was just as curious as the next pokégirl, but the prospect of beatings had kept her away before.

That wasn't an issue now. She didn't have to worry about being hit for coming back here. If the bastards ever tried it, her Master would so kick their asses.

Of course, it would have to be outside of the garage, she didn't want her yummy Master to get into trouble or anything. Hell, Pete and his cousin were only in trouble for taking apart the Landmaster and trying to blame Alpha Asrial for it.

Of course, what she found wasn't too impressive. A pile of empty beer cans in one corner, flowing out of a trash can half the size needed to hold them. Some empty pizza boxes near it as well. In the other corner, a bed that likely hadn't been cleaned since it was put there, surrounded by porn magazines and a few used tissues—better there than in us, she thought with disgust. In the center near the back wall was a desk, piled high with beer cans, old plates, and no less than three dirty boxers.

Looking around, she really couldn't see a reason why they kept her out of the room.

"Maybe the magazines are gay?" she wondered, nudging them with her foot. It turned out that her thought was wrong though, the scenes shown were male/female, male/pokégirl, or pokégirl/female. And what ones she couldn't see on top of the various stacks, she certainly was not going to go through.

Sighing, she looked at the desk. Unless Greasy Pete was hiding SLCs in the mattress—and she certainly hoped not, because who the hell would take them—then there had to be something in the desk.

Blackmail never hurt.

Pulling out one drawer, she quickly shut it. She didn't know if that was an old sandwich or a dead rat, but the smell was enough to nearly make her faint. The second drawer had a few sheets of papers, nothing much except 'Plans for World Domination', 'Beer Flavors They Need to Make', and 'Famous Sluts I Wanna Nail'.

The World Domination plans weren't even that good. One was to get lots of money, two was blank, and three was 'world domination and sluts'.

"My former Master was a moron," Kiiro murmured. Looking in the third drawer, all she found was a flashlight that surprisingly still worked.

That was probably because Greasy Pete and his cousin loved their shadow puppets.

Sighing, but not daring to sit in the chair belonging to the desk—no telling what had occurred in it—she sank to the floor, looking under it.

And she spotted something, a small panel in the floor partially covered by the desk. After pushing the desk to the side of the room, she opened the panel, revealing a keypad that wasn't illuminated.

Greasy Pete was many things, that included being short-sighted. The keypad would have been a good measure of security … had he gotten the full package and followed simple advice.

Instead, Pete purchased a stripped down version, cobbled together from what hestole borrowed. The keypad was only as good as the memory and system it worked off of. Since the hard drive was only what was built within the panel and powered only by the generator Kiiro was supposed to keep constantly charged, it was much easier for the Peekabu to get past it.

She merely had to give it enough charge to turn it on and hit the 'Open' button. Without any external memory, the system didn't know she wasn't the first user, let alone a user with permission. It simply saw her as the installer and saw no need to keep her out.

"Eeep!"

It would also have helped Kiiro had she not been sitting on the entrance that opened up, dropping her down the stairwell.

"Owie," she murmured, as she sat up.

BOINK!

After getting herself off the floor once more, rubbing a new bump on her head, she picked up the flashlight that had hit her in the forehead. "This had better be worth it," she sniffed, hoping her Master wouldn't be too upset that she was slightly hurt. Those stairs had hurt, not to mention the flashlight hitting her. At least she had been lucky enough to move the desk out of the way, else that would have likely had that fall on her.

Turning on the flashlight, she looked around the bottom of the stairs.

"Wow," she murmured, spotting a large room, filled with boxes. "Hey, maybe I can find some parts to fix the AC," she murmured, as she begun to look for something to open the crates with.

As such, she missed when her flashlight illuminated a symbol on one such crate, the symbol of Team Rocket.

Jolie stretched herself as she heard an annoying beeping noise. Damn alarm clock, can't you shut the hell up! she mentally cursed, rolling over, palm slapping the table next to her bed to try and silence the offending machine. It took several tries to locate it, two more to try and locate the off-button … and one try to yank it and toss it against the wall, silencing its infernal cries forever.

With the evil alarm clock defeated, she turned back, cuddling into the warm and comfortable blankets, as well as the pulsating teddy bear.

But why was the bear pulsating like it had a heartbeat?

The answer came as she slowly opened her eyes, spotting the sleeping form of one Tamer Ranma Saotome. By the Thousand Gods, she had fallen asleep with the humans, cuddling into the side of the rare 'Eleven' Tamer. If the other girls ever suspected his true abilities at the Precinct, the male would never know peace. He could very well end up the literal father of the next generation of Officer Jennys and Growlies. Hell, the lengths her fellow officers had gone to just for a chance to be near such a Tamer told her that.

But she was enjoying this new sensation: waking up with her lovers. The usual lame Tamings she got usually ended with the guy putting away his barely adequate tackle and rushing out. Hell, she would have enjoyed this last night had she not promised to escort him back to the Pokécenter after the date.

Jolie had been a bit upset that they weren't still at it—that was one hot scene in the Interrogation Room after all. But she could understand, Ranma had just finished giving the human girl a sexual healing. And now there was probably no chance in Hell that if Nabiki ever did Threshold, she'd turn into a Dark or Infernal pokégirl.

And … she did get a second helping of the hot Tamer. By the Megami, that boy was a Taming Legend in the making. I wonder … would he be a Twelve if I got him fresh? she wondered, as she looked at the cuddling pair next to her. He was a Ten after Taming a few in his harem just before meeting her. If his stamina was anything to go by, he either hadn't Tamed at all that day or not for a while before he laid his 'healing hands' … and lips on the Tendo girl. If he was fully rested and fed…

She felt herself dampen at those thoughts. This was the type of man spoken about in fairy tales told to little girls and pokékits. This was a Tamer that a pokéwoman would have herself shipped halfway across the planet, just to be bred by him. He was a man with stamina, skill, very … very decent equipment, and a personality…

He didn't just fuck you, he made love to you. When Ranma slept with you, and looked into your eyes, you felt like the center of the universe. You felt humbled, loved, as if you were the most special person in his universe.

I am so being bred by him when I become a pokéwoman, she thought happily, minutely rubbing her wet sex against his leg. Gods, just being near him like this was lighting her fire again. If he ever starts a Ranch, I am getting transferred there.

Of course, she had to survive her next day at work. Her co-workers—well, the female ones at least; the males could go fuck a light socket for all she cared at the moment—were not going to be too thrilled that she had not only been with him asecond time before they even had a chance, but that she had escaped with him.

But helping Nabiki, the taste of their combined juices, the threesome in her bed—she might not wash these sheets for a while, the scent now in them—was soooooooo worth it. It was very tempting just to wake them up and have another go.

But there wouldn't be time. By now, the girls at the Precinct might realize they were not hiding in the building. If so, how long would it take—the pokégirls, not a good bit of the human males there who couldn't solve a crime if they had a confession, video footage, and…

Actually, when was the last time one of them solved a major crime?

Oh well, that was a thought for another time. Right now, as much as she hated to, she would have to wake up her lovers. If the other girls thought they were here, they'd come and break down her door and tear into her small apartment to find the pigtailed Tamer. Okay, maybe—just maybe—I'll lend out the dress, she thought. She might need to make some concessions after all, they were bound to be reallypissed.

Smiling, she pushed herself up; just enough so she could place her lips on the Tamer's and give him a wake-up kiss.

Lips pressed together, she noticed with great joy that even half-asleep that he could still curl her toes with his kisses.

If she knew he was actually still asleep, she'd be really impressed. After all, reacting while asleep does have other uses aside from dodging angry rivals trying to put their fist through your head.

Pulling back slightly, she fought to control her breath … as well as the urge to say fuck it and start trying to bring his equipment to full attention for another ride. She braced herself by reminding her libido that she liked this place, and she was pretty sure having the Pokégirl Police Force tear through your front door and trash your place might—just might—work towards an eviction. Landlords did tend to hate things like that and there was no way in Hell she was going back to the dorms at the station—not that she could after her last exit today.

"Wake up, Sweet Prince," she whispered huskily. "Nap time's over."

Her answer was Ranma's arm pulling her closer to him, making her squeak, as she felt his hand kneed her ass as his own head angled up to resume their kiss.

"Uh-hmm."

The lip lock ceased, as the duo slowly turned their head. Jolie's eyes were open wide, as Ranma's were, having attained consciousness somewhere between pulling Jolie's body to his and being discovered by…

"As enjoyable as the show is," said Nabiki, leaning on her arm, "we may need to get going, Ranma. It is getting pretty close to dinner and I don't want to worry the others." She also didn't want to imagine what sort of superior look would cross Kasumi's face when she learned her sister had just gotten laid and laid hard. Ranma did do what she asked: made love to her and fucked her raw. The nap had helped, but she still felt some twinges of pain, especially from where the pigtailed boy had shoved his dick up her ass. At least I got one of his first's before Kasumi.

Well, two if you count our first kiss all those years ago, she thought happily.

Not that she would ever tell Kasumi just who her long lost love really was, she'd never heard the end of it. The eldest Tendo was going to be too smug as it was just from knowing that Nabiki had also rode the Wild Stallion. And knowing her sister, as soon as the Tamer's Exam was over—if not sooner—Kasumi was going to want details. At least I don't have a video of my first time, she thought smugly.

Back at the Precinct, one hard-working Jenny not currently on a full building search for the Pigtailed Taming God was updating his profile and making changes to the code.

One of these changes included a link to a popular video sharing site: BoobTube. And at this part of the site were the scenes of one girl with a pageboy haircut getting fucked to heaven and back.

She did cut out the conversation part. Most watchers of BoobTube had short attention spans, after all.

Why did a chill just go down my back? Nabiki wondered.

Ranma wondered as well, but he only cared when a chill didn't go down his back daily. That was when the shit would hit the fan the next day, usually because of something his Old Man did.

He really needed to kick the Old Panda's ass if they ever got back home.

"Any chance we have time for a quick shower?" asked Jolie. She didn't want her place trashed, but damned if Ranma's tongue and hand hadn't stoked those fires again.

The answer didn't come from them, but a phone answering machine.

"This is Jolie, leave a message after the beep."

BEEP!

"We know you're there, Jolie! As soon as this lockdown is over with, we're coming over there! You better not have worn that Taming God out!"

"Yeah, and you better hand over that dress like you promised!"

"I think we better go," said Nabiki, paling slightly.

But on the bright side, she doubted Ranma would ever have any trouble with the Law … unless he didn't please them. Hopefully they wouldn't storm the Pokécenter. He did have to Tame Alice tonight, possible either Cassandra or Cyan as well.

And it looks like Kasumi will be too busy studying to help ensure Ranma doesn't go Neko during it, she smiled internally. Oh yes, Nabiki might get another helping tonight. If not, then perhaps she could figure if she enjoyed being dominant over other girls aside from Jolie. A good relationship was often built on shared interests after all.

"You sure you're okay, Nabs?" asked Ranma, as his lover leaned on him, as they slowly made their way back to the Pokécenter. The journey was made all the longer as they needed to avoid a direct path, as that would lead them right past the Precinct.

"Fine, Stud," she said, wincing slightly as her current speed agitated her recovering nether regions. It was still worth it though.

"Yeah, but you're walking kinda funny," said Ranma.

"Well, I did have something big shoved in me at two different points," said Nabiki, making Ranma blush.

"Sorry," he said quietly.

Smiling, Nabiki paused, placing her hand against his cheek and turning him to face her. "Ranma, I don't regret it.

"Okay, maybe when you first started trying to shove your dick up my ass, but Jolie coached you, and to be honest, it was pretty good," she smiled. "As for the rest … well, you definitely made me feel like it was my first time. Thank you for that," she finished, kissing him on his other cheek.

"Uh … you're welcome," he said, unsure about what was going on.

"Ranma, we made love, we fucked like animals, I enjoyed it, I know you enjoyed it," she said, wiggling her eyebrows. "So drop it. I'll be fine after a nice hot soak. Until then, I'm just going to work past the soreness. At least I don't have any bruises on my ass."

Ranma just smiled. "Well, now I know what not to do to punish you," he said.

"Aw," said Nabiki, mock-pouting. "So if I'm bad, I won't get a spanking?"

"Nah," said Ranma, "I'll just withhold sex." His eyes went wide after a moment. I can't believe I said that!

Nabiki's eyes narrowed. "That was cruel, Ranma." Before he could stutter an apology, she shook her head. "You can't expect me to go cold turkey, so I'll just have to be a good girl … and be bad at the right times," she finished with a smile.

He let out a breath he had been holding, worried his little comment had cost him. "So … we're okay?" he asked.

Nabiki nodded. "Yeah, we're good, Ranma."

"So … what about our past?" he asked.

"I'm not going to go fiancée all over you, Ranma," she said quietly. "Yeah, I care … a lot for you. But let's face it; I'm not the type to go demanding you marry me now. If we can make something work then it's all good. If not, then we tried. If we end up just fuck-buddies or man and wife, I'm not going to force you to do anything."

"You're not?" he asked.

"I learn, Ranma. And I definitely learned from the mistakes of your other suitors. I'm not going to trick you, or change for you, or use any favor you show me against the others. I'm going to be me … well, the new me anyway," she said. If she could, the darkest parts of the Ice Queen would never be a part of her again. But in this world, she had her use.

She just wouldn't be all there was of Nabiki from now on.

"O…kay," he replied.

"Gees, Ranma; did you have this talk with Kasumi?" Nabiki asked.

That made him pause. Why was he having this conversation with Nabiki? "Well, I mean… You see…"

"Any day now, Ranma."

"Well, me and Kasumi ain't ever had anything between us before," Ranma admitted. "Me and you though, we had a few weeks together … before the fat panda screwed it up."

"Very true," said Nabiki. That did make sense. They had been together before, he was definitely her first boyfriend and considering Uncle Genma, she was probably his first girlfriend. Hell, had the panda not screwed up that meeting, she'd probably be the one engaged to Ranma for the last year.

That didn't mean she'd be getting any during that time. There was something about this world, something that … well, made you horny. And people said sex on TV would do that.

"So you're worried about if this changes things for us, maybe for the worse," she said.

He nodded. "I don't wanna make you upset anymore, Nabiki. Kami knows I already done messed your life up a lot."

"I forgave you already," Nabiki said, slapping him lightly on the arm. "Boy, did I forgive you," she said, a slightly perverted smile on her face. "Hell, you may have pounded forgiveness out of me so hard, I'll probably forgive the next mistake you make."

"You sure?" asked Ranma.

"Ranma, don't use that extra forgiveness now."

"Right," he said quickly. The last thing he wanted to do now was make her mad. Nabiki was scary when she was mad.

"Of course, if you want to send me on the crazed fiancée path, I could do that as well," she said, running her hand along the looped whip.

"That's okay!" he squeaked, raising his hands in a warding gesture. Why oh why did he get her that whip!?

She shook her head, smiling. Nabiki knew she'd be in trouble if Ranma's dominant side—she knew it existed, her ass was still warm thanks to it—ever got applied to normal non-Taming life. Of course, that could be kinky in its own way.

Down girl, don't want to jump him before we get back and get a bath. I really don't want to meet the others smelling like sex.

Well, at least Jolie never had Ranma do a money-shot. There's so many better places for that to go.

SMACK!

"Yeow!" cried Nabiki, rubbing her rear, and glaring at Ranma.

"Hey, you were zoning out there," claimed Ranma.

"Right, Ranma," she said in disbelief. "Admit it, you love smacking my ass."

"Yes I do," he said with a smile. It was kind of fun to act like this with Nabiki. Granted, he never smacked her bottom when they were younger, but now … she felt safer … especially now that he knew she wanted him to be a little bit pervy.

Well, it wasn't like he could be like his old self now that he fucked her … and Jolie … together.

"Stop smiling like that, Ranma," said Nabiki. "It's kind of creepy in the low light."

Ranma shook his head, finally noting that it did seem to be getting darker pretty quickly. Maybe they had stayed over at Jolie's later than they thought.

"Well, things are looking up," said Nabiki. "I'm feeling better than ever, we've opened a new chapter in our lives…"

"I learned a lot about you," said Ranma smiling.

"And do keep those tidbits to yourself," Nabiki advised, eyes narrowed. "That little fact is for you and probably only by you. Anyone else, I'd prefer—nay, demand control."

"Like with Jolie," he added.

"Right," Nabiki nodded. "I'll admit I'd prefer to be a Dom, but for you and only you, being a sub isn't so bad."

"Okay then," said Ranma.

The two walked in silence for a few moments, before Nabiki sighed.

"A Dom, Ranma, means dominant. It means someone who prefers control. A sub means a submissive, someone who likes being controlled."

"Ah," he said, scratching the base of his pigtail nervously. "Thanks."

"Just don't do that again," she said, holding him from continuing on. "If you got questions, ask them, and I'll try and answer them. I'll help you, Ranma, but only if you let me. And trust me; we need to help each other here."

"Got you," he said, pulling her into a hug. Yeah, they needed to support each other. If there was any chance of them making it out of this, the one thing he learned from Akane's injury was that he couldn't do it all alone. Together, they had the best shot of coming out on top.

Nothing could ruin this moment, he thought, Nabiki's scent reaching his nose as he considered letting go of his restraint and massaging her ass.

Sadly, he should have known not to tempt Fate. He was Ranma Saotome after all.

Drop!

The duo paused, as Ranma stared into the sky. He could have sworn he felt…

Drip!

"Aw, shit," he muttered, as he grabbed Nabiki, lifting her up into his arms, and making a mad dash down the street, looking for anything that would provide shelter from what he knew was coming. That was why it was so dark; storm clouds were moving in.

Rain was falling on Pewtit, splattering about the street. A wall of drops seemed to appear, rapidly advancing on the duo seeking shelter from the elements. Finally, Ranma spotted an overhang, large enough for them to hopefully stay sheltered from the onslaught of the rain. He had been having a great time with Nabiki and didn't want his Jusenkyo curse ruining it.

Nabiki was just having fun. Sure, her privates hurt, given the … vigorous activities from before. The nap had helped with her strength, but it had also cut off the numbing effects the endorphins had given her. Ranma had come through, he had both made love to her and fucked her raw. And she was paying for it now, more so as she was being jostled as her lover ran to avoid the rain, only added to her slight discomfort.

But she wouldn't trade that moment for anything in the world.

"Almost there," mumbled Ranma, racing against the advancing wall of falling water. "Almost…almost…almost…

"Made it!" Ranma exclaimed, stopping quickly before running both himself and Nabiki into the wall.

His eyes opened wide though. His last remark … had sounded sort of high.

"Nice try, Ranma," smirked Nabiki, as she felt two new additions to her lover's chest. Smiling, she used her left hand and poked Ranma's right breast. "Ah, this takes me back."

"Damn it," muttered the pigtailed girl, gently setting down her lover so Nabiki could stand under her own power.

Nabiki just giggled. "Calm down, Ranma," she said, as she looked at the rain, now falling a little more gently. "It's not like I haven't seen you as a girl before," she finished, putting her hand outside the protection of the overhang, allowing the rain to hit her hand. "I wonder … would it be okay to play in the rain," she mused.

"Huh?" Ranma asked, before blinking. Come to think of it, Nabs and I did play in the rain that one time. Course, that was before it got too damned bitter, she growled. They had explained about why the rain was now bitter, something about acid-wear and some business in China. Damn, I knew I shoulda been paying attention.

"I used to enjoy playing in the rain," Nabiki said with a smile. "Mom made me stop because of the acid rain. Said it was destroying my hair." Smiling, Nabiki stood out in the rain, opening her mouth to catch some drops.

"No acid here," she said with a smile. It probably meant there was a difference in what passed for industry on this world. It would require a little more research, since all she had read up on was the past of this world and her test preparations last night to become a Tamer.

"Really?" blinked Ranma, as she held out her hands, allowing some rain water to gather before drinking it. Her eyes shot open wide in surprise. That was definitely better than some of the water she'd had on her training trip—her Father didn't always believe in things like canteens, especially when he could pawn them or steal hers.

Man, this trip was opening her eyes. She really, really needed to give the panda a severe beatdown when she got back. Not only did he steal the money meant for Nabiki, not only did he keep her from learning about sex—that it was very, very nice!—but he made her life difficult on purpose just to make his easier. Hmm, maybe I can get the Old Ghoul in on this… She'd love to mess with the Old Man!

Smiling, Nabiki closed her eyes, allowing the rain to wash over her face. She felt freer than she had in a long time. She didn't feel like the Ice Queen anymore, a large chunk of those barriers forever destroyed by Ranma when they made love to her. And now … she felt free of her old self. She felt as giddy as … well, a freshly laid schoolgirl.

Hmm, perhaps it explained a few of the smiles she witnessed in school.

A devilish smile forming, she lashed out, grabbing Ranma's hands, and pulled the petite redhead into the rain.

"Nabiki!" gasped Ranma as the Tendo girl pulled her close and began dancing with her in the rain.

"Remember when we did this?" Nabiki asked, as they danced close together, moves resembling a quickened slow dance.

"Y-yeah," said Ranma. While she enjoyed being close to Nabiki now, being so as a girl was … odd.

Nabiki paused in their dance as she looked down at the redhead in her arms. She could see the apprehensiveness in Ranma's face. "Ranma?"

"Y-yes?"

Using her right hand, she tilted the redhead's face upward. "It doesn't matter."

"Huh?" asked Ranma, confusion evident on her rain-slicked face.

"It doesn't matter," said Nabiki with a smile. "It doesn't matter if you're a boy or a girl, you're still you, still Ranma, still the same person a young little Nabiki Tendo fell in love with.

"Of course, you had way more common sense back then."

"Thank—hey! What's that supposed to—mmRPH!"

Nabiki decided to silence those thoughts by silencing those lips with her own. Was it still love? Was she in love with the little boy Ranma was all those years ago? Was there something more for them now?

Who cared? She didn't know what life had in store for them here in this parallel Earth. But she knew she felt an attraction to the gender-changing martial artist. Perhaps it could be more, perhaps not.

That was the problem with Ranma's love interests: they all insisted that it be on their terms, their desires.

Nabiki for once … and only for Ranma, was going to let it go and let things make their own course. If it worked out, so be it. If not, then they would know that too.

But for now, she was only concerned about showing her adoration for the sexy lithe thing in her arms, and with her tongue in the redhead's mouth.

Ranma was always better to understand things after a demonstration. Now she could truly enjoy this moment, even the rain was stopping. Nothing would ruin this!

She should have known better than to tempt Fate.

Clyde Bills was not your standard Tamer. Unlike many Tamers, he did fail his first attempt to get his license. Where say … Ash Sexum missed his test due to being poisoned by Gary Stroak, Clyde failed it because he had been too busy dreaming of fucking exotic pokégirls to remember he should have first filled out the exam. If that hadn't been bad enough, what the examiners caught him doing during the exam more than gave them an excuse to bounce him from it.

It took a whole year before he could take the test again—not because of their schedule, but because none of the examiners wanted to be in the same room with some brat that had no problems with touching himself in public. But during that time, Clyde did everything he could to become stronger, faster, tougher. In the end, he wanted to be able to ensure he wouldn't be one of the sixty percent of Tamers who never survived the first three-to-five years of being a Tamer. He certainly didn't want to be one of the saps that retired before thirty, stuck with only three girls at most. No, he was going to be a Tamer till the day he died—he hoped of severe old age and during a Taming Session with the Legendary Hild whom he broke and made his sex toy. He was going to travel the globe, fucking human females and pokégirls alike, a new body in his bed every night, something you couldn't get if you became some lame Breeder.

Of course, luck was not going his way at the moment. He had lost his Alpha to some prick on the way to Pewtit, since he lacked the funds to pay the standard challenge fee—she put on a smile as the guy took her, but he could tell she was upset. After all, why would she rather go with a skinny Tamer when they could have a buff stud like him?

Needless to say, while Clyde may have been physically fit, mental fitness was lacking in key areas. One does not speak of what he plans to do to exotic pokégirls while Taming his Alpha. One does not buy tons of useless stuff for a journey, thus leaving no money in case they lost the first battle they came across. They do not spend five minutes talking down to said challenge after issuing the challenge, claiming how they were soon to be defeated by a man who would soon become legend.

But his former Alpha would tell you that he was lacking in other areas aside from Common Sense, such as his Taming Tool was nowhere near as large as he believed it to be, nor was he as skilled in wielding it as he believed as well.

So now he was walking through the streets of Pewtit, bemoaning his luck, and wishing one of the damned stores had been open on his arrival so that he could made return something for some money to get a new pokégirl. Hell, the Pokécenter wouldn't let him in because he technically wasn't a Tamer, not when he didn't have a pokégirl. And if he couldn't stay there, that meant he was stuck in his tent outside of town. Add to that the fact a feral pokégirl had raided his food stores—minus the fact said food stores had been sat outside of his backpack while he took a nap in his freshly erected tent was forgotten—and he was now cold, wet, and hungry. He just needed a sign things would get better.

Clyde Bills smiled as he spotted the two human swapping spit. Thousand Gods, two honest-to-Sukebe human females making out before him! This was a sign of the heavens, a blessing for his journey! It was like seeing a Legendary your first day as a Tamer.

But unlike a Legendary, you could catch human females. "Hey, ladies," he said, as smoothly as he could. Hell, he figured it was already a done deal: him such a stud and the two human females already so hot and raring to go.

Nabiki growled slightly, her lips still pressed against Ranma's own. WHAT THE HELL IS WITH MY LUCK? she asked mentally. Now she knew how Ranma felt half the time: as if the very Gods themselves were out just to fuck with you.

"Might I interest you fine ladies in joining me for the evening?" he spoke, trying to entice them with what he felt was overwhelming charm.

"Go … away," growled Nabiki. Damn it! She was getting to be closer to Ranma, to show them that it didn't matter if Ranma was a man or women, cursed or uncursed. She cared for Ranma for who they were, not whether they had a dick or breasts. It had been hard enough to get that kiss, and after all that work, after tasting those lips of the new form, after spending but a short moment contemplating the differences between kissing the two forms, some damned fucking dick decided to butt in!

Clyde just blinked. They … were turning him down? They weren't lesbians, were they? Hell, if they were, surely his manliness would convert them away from rug-munchers. That sort of stuff was only fine when a real man could watch and perhaps participate if he was resting between sessions. "But surely you ladies would enjoy an evening with me," he said with what he hoped was a winning smile. Hell, the rack on the redhead alone—

CR-RACK!

Clyde's face paled as he felt the gentle nip of a whip narrowly miss impacting his precious cargo—his privates.

"Leave now," growled out Nabiki, coiling the whip back around her arm. "Don't make me get any angrier."

"YES MA'AM!" he squealed, as he ran away.

Snorting, Nabiki reattached the whip to her belt. If these males were the best this world had to offer, it was no wonder those girls at the police station had been willing to grab some sexual comforting with Ranma.

Of course, that could explain why everyone wanted to bed the Wild Horse. It was definitely worth the ride.

"Okay … wow," said Ranma, staring at the middle Tendo sister. Who knew Nabiki had that in her. "I'm impressed."

"Don't be," said a slightly embarrassed Nabiki. "I was aiming for his feet."

Shaking her head, she looked back at her lover. "Well, that poor man's Kuno ruined the mood, the rain's already stopped, and we could both use a shower. I say we head back and jump into the furo before we have dinner. I'm sure Cyan is salivating at the chance for a fashion show for her beloved Tamer."

Blushing slightly, Ranma nodded as well. She had all but forgot that she was planning to Tame the dark cat-type that night. I know I'm not freaking out around them anymore, she thought. When Cyan had hugged her—then him—after and during shopping, she hadn't once acted afraid. Come to think of it, that hug hadn't felt bad at all. Maybe something happened to her to make the cat-type girls not seem … so evil.

Smiling, Nabiki grabbed her lover's hand and started off. "Come on, hot stuff; I'll get your back if you get mine," she said with a sultry smile.

"N-N-Nabiki?" stuttered Ranma.

"Oh, drop it," said Nabiki. "I care for you, no matter if you're a guy or a girl, and I don't care who knows it," she stated loudly.

Ranma just followed, blushing deeply. But Nabiki's words … they put a smile on her face. Acceptance no matter what…

Nabiki didn't know it, but that was the moment Ranma declared that no matter what, two things would happen. The first was that she'd scour this world to find the Hello Kitty Binder Nabiki had wanted as a kid—this was some other Earth, so there had to be at least one here.

The second? When they got home, she was so going to kick the panda's ass.

Staring at her Alpha's handiwork, the Shadowcat had to whistle in appreciation. "That is so fucking AWESOME!" The Cat-type pokégirl praised Asrial as she watched the mechanism work. The hub-cap would just open up and out of the wheel axel a 2' long trio of blades one on top of the other would stab out and spin in a drill formation. "That is really going to make traffic jams much more interesting..."

The Salusian chuckled at the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl's enthusiasm. "Eh... it's not so much a traffic jam problem-solver as it is for overgrown foliage or jerks who think we're easy targets for raiding," Asrial admitted with a touch of modesty and a lot of drinking in the praise. She always felt proud of her technological know-how and it was nice to be complimented by the Shadowcat on something outside of her ass.

"Plus!" The Salusian of Imperial Birth continued, "once I get some other goodies installed, I'll have us one powerful, heavily armored, weapon-clad mobile home that nobody will dare attack! Be they Feral pokégirls, thieves, Team Rocket schmucks, or WHATEVER!" Rearing her head back, Asrial laughed heartily. Oh yes, she was going to show those Rockets what for!

Raising an eyebrow, the Shadowcat smirked at the laughing skunk-like woman. "Feeling better, are we?" She asked curiously. Perhaps she could talk the Salusian into another quickie... she did have everything in the RV, after all...

However before she could voice her opinion on how to spend some quality time, Kiiro came running into the room. The Electric-type pokégirl was grinning quite widely while carrying a very intimidating piece of equipment in her arms. "Alpha Asrial, Alpha Asrial!" The Peekabu shouted excitedly as she rushed over to where the Salusian and Shadowcat were standing. "Lookit what I found! Now I can fix the AC!"

The Salusian smiled at hearing that. Well THAT was a relief. She could finally wear some clothing in this dump... at least for the last bit of maintenance; she was sure they'd be done tomorrow. "What did you fiiieee..." she gawked as she took sight of just what the Peekabu was carrying. It was some sort of firearm, long-range style too by the looks of it. It took the blonde skunk-girl a moment but she finally caught her wits "FUCKIN' SHIT!" She screamed in shock. "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT RIFLE!?" She demanded to know of the little Peekabu.

Motioning to the way she came from, the yellow-furred Mouse-type pokégirl replied, "In a hidden storage room with the others."

That statement made the Salusian of Imperial Birth blink her eyes in surprise. "Others? Show me!" Asrial demanded, although there was a slight giddiness to her tone. She couldn't believe her luck! Free weapons to either augment the RV or for her own personal use! Oh happy day, she was going treat this Peekabu right! It almost made up for the fascination they had with her ass!

Almost...

Nodding her head, the Mouse-type's ear twitched in excitement as she handed the large rifle to the Salusian. The yellow-furred pokégirl watched as Asrial studied the weapon for a moment before the blonde looked back up at her. "Follow me, Alpha, Alice! I gotta warn you though, watch your step..." she said as she started to pad her way towards the back room.

Seeing the Peekabu moving towards the back, Asrial blinked her eyes at that last comment. "Watch my step?" She asked as she followed the pokégirl, holding the rifle carefully in her hands. She didn't see a 'safety' switch on it and didn't want to accidentally fire it off... although it would be funny to possibly scare the Shadowcat following her. It would certainly assert the Salusian's dominance as Alpha of Ranma's Harem.

"Yeah," the Electric-type pokégirl replied as the trio made their way into the back room. "There's a lot of used tissues on the floor... and then there's the staircase we gotta go down." As she entered, she made her point by grabbing a flashlight off the top of the rather corroded wooden desk. Aiming it, she shined the light at the staircase that went into the floor.

Lowering her head to look at the floor, the Salusian nodded her head. "I see..." Asrial said in understanding before something else the Peekabu said pierced her consciousness. "Wait! Used tissueeEEEW!" She shuddered, completely disgusted as she saw the number of white crumpled wads of tissue. Now really watching her step as she followed Kiiro, she found a hand-railing to hold onto as they walked down the stairs. "How far down is this?" She asked as she followed the Peekabu. "And how many weapons are we talking about?" Asrial needed something to think about rather than the mess upstairs!

The Peekabu was quick to answer, "Not far down, Alpha." Entering through the entrance at the bottom of the step, she then shone the flashlight on the numerous crates. "As to what's in here... we'll have to look, won't we? I opened up that one..." she moved the flashlight over to illuminate the closest crate on the right. "Found a few of the weapons in there."

Carefully setting the rifle by the staircase, Asrial looked around the room and its set-up. Spotting a crowbar, the woman grabbed it as she walked up to the first the open crate, checking its contents. "Hmm... a few more rifles of the same make and ammo." She walked over to another crate and used the crow-bar, doing her best to pry off the lid.

Watching her Alpha work to open the wooden storage containers, the Shadowcat had a serious look on her face, choosing to remain silent. While getting free stuff from the bad-guys was always neat, (after all, they couldn't cry theft when the stuff was stolen by them in the first place) there was a little something that stood out about those containers. Alice's night vision allowed her to see better in the darkness than her compatriots and she saw the boxes bared an insignia that was all too familiar to her. "No way..." she whispered.

Her quiet comment went unheard as Asrial finally opened the container with one more solid push on the metal bar. As the top wooden cover popped off suddenly with the nails still in it, the Salusian motioned for Kiiro to come over; the Peekabu obediently shining the light on it. "Oh! Handguns and ammunitions... some shotguns..." she walked over to another and pried it open, having an easier time with it as she got a feel for opening the boxes. "More ammunitions." Another crate. "Rifles." Yet another crate. "PokéBalls."

Yet it was the contents of the crate after that one that had her grinning. "Oooh... I wonder..." she mumbled as she set down the crowbar atop of another crate still covered. She bent over and reached into the wooden container, pulling out a rifle that looked like something akin to a Salusian army relic with a definitive 1950's flair for the dramatic. "Is this an energy weapon?" She asked as she showed it off to the Electric-type pokégirl.

Shining the flashlight on it to get a better look, the Peekabu blinked her eyes. "I don't know." She looked up from the weapon and to her Alpha. "Maybe Alice will have an idea! She was with Gary's group for awhile, right? I understand that they worked with various pieces of tech; she might know."

Alice rolled her eyes. While it gave her a boost to know that her stealth skills were indeed Number One if neither her Alpha nor Harem-Sister knew she'd followed them down, it did stick out in her mind that the Salusian hadn't thought to have her come down in the first place! They were a team; shouldn't they be sticking out for each other? "And all those mind-blowing ass-centered orgasms I gave her too," she thought, feeling a little hurt.

"Well either way, all of this is coming with us!" Asrial told the Peekabu seriously. "Some we can sell or... hell! We could augment to the RV!" She grinned widely. "We're going to have to fetch the others and bring 'em down here. We're going to need all the hauling help we can get!" The Salusian chuckled a bit, her gun-lust poking through. "Mama's got a new spanky rifle!"

"Spanky rifle?" The Peekabu asked curiously. Looking at it for a moment as she scratched the side of her head in thought, the pokégirl relented, "Perhaps. It does look like you can use the back part to spank some booty, Alpha Asrial."

As the Peekabu finished saying that, the Shadowcat decided to make her appearance known. "A fine choice of paddle indeed!" She giggled as Kiiro squeaked and jumped, fumbling for the flashlight as she lost her grip. Fortunately, the Peekabu managed to catch it before it hit the floor.

"There you are, Alice!" Asrial shouted, unable to keep from giggling madly. "Just in time to help us take an inventory of the goodies!" She blinked her eyes as the Peekabu's earlier comment finally got to her. "Oh! And 'spanky rifle' was a figure of speech, Kiiro," Asrial explained as a side comment.

Glaring at the Shadowcat who spooked her for a minute more, the yellow-furred pokégirl nodded her head to what her Alpha had to say. "Okay!"

Soon, the lithe yet busty ebony form of the Shadowcat moved to stand aside her Alpha, her purple eyes shining in the darkness as they gathered all the available light for her to see more clearly. While she had been shocked by what marked the crates, it was only known she realized just what the Salusian was holding. "Whoa! Would you look at this!?" She shouted in excitement. "I mean... holy crap! It's an Elemental Rifle!"

Asrial's eyes practically sparkled at that name. "Elemental rifle?" The princess asked, liking the name. "What's it do?" The Salusian further inquired as she handed the piece over to the Shadowcat, allowing the feline to check it over.

Blinking her eyes, Kiiro asked, "You know this stuff?"

Holding the weapon in her hands, the Shadowcat looked over the piece curiously as she replied, "Yeah, I know this stuff. I was raised at the Ramsey Lab over in Celaboner; guy was big into tech and tech pokégirls..." she looked at the Salusian. "As to your question, yes, I do know what it is and what it can do." She held the firearm up for Asrial to see better as Kiiro shone the light on them. "This is an Elemental Rifle, a specialized weapon that can fire Elemental Shells," the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl started to explain. "About eighteen and a half lbs, maximum ammunition capacity of five shells and effective at a range between twenty-five and eight-five feet, it's a weapon meant for dealing with very dangerous pokégirls from a long distance. The Elemental Rifle deals out precise shots from a considerable distance and unlike the legal firearms available, any Elemental Shell fired from the Elemental Rifle deals double their normal damage if they hit the target."

Taking the weapon back from the Shadowcat, Asrial couldn't help herself. She started to giggle maniacally as a blue aura started to engulf her. "Ohohohooo... yes..." the royal Salusian hissed. "Mama Asrial's gonna spank a lot with this, oh yes she is... yesss..." she promised as she sets the rifle back into the crate. Excited as she was, there was still more to search through. Taking a hold of the crowbar again, the Salusian walked over to the next crate and pried it open. She raised an eyebrow at its contents. "Body armor?" She asked as she handed Kiiro the crowbar so she could pull a very thick vest out.

Walking over to the crate, Alice peeked in. "Riot Armor. Wow... this is police grade... and illegal without a permit." She stood up and looked between the Peekabu and the Salusian. "Hell! Besides the ammunitions, all of this stuff is illegal!" The Shadowcat shouted. "Elemental Rifles, Double-Barreled Elemental Shotguns..." she gawked at the crate Kiiro finished opening. "No way! No fucking WAY! How the hell did they get one of these things! They're practically Lostech!"

"Well, now it's OURS!" Asrial told her with a laugh. Oh yes, the things Asrial could do with this arsenal of weaponry and munitions! Sure, she'd have to be careful if a lot of it was illegal but it seemed the law was broken all too often in this world; survival came first! Slowly, she went to check on the crate Kiiro decided to open, the Shadowcat standing by it and looking down into it with shock on her face. "What's in this one?"

Looking over the large weapon, the pokégirl exhaled a deep breath she'd been holding. "Alpha... this is a Plasma Cannon, also known as a BFG 9000!" She shouted. "A surprisingly 'light' thirty-five lbs, the accuracy on this baby is good up to six-hundred and seventy feet... or a solid two-hundred meters if you prefer..." she said seriously. "Much vaunted larger cousins to the Plasma Rifles, these guns could fire massive shots of plasma that few pokégirls could ignore." The Shadowcat frowned. "Unfortunately, because their drain was so much greater than that of the smaller and more portable Plasma Rifles, the power cells for these weapons can't fire more than ten rounds without needing a recharge. It's said that these power cells, just like those for the plasma rifles, could once fire two-hundred rounds before needing a recharge back during the Sukebe War."

At that explanation, Asrial's grin went from very wide to insanely happy. "Oh, I'm sure I can find a way around the set backs..." she let off a very scary chuckle. "Oh yes... we're taking it all!" She shouted happily.

Hear ears pressing flat against her head, the Shadowcat looked at her Alpha with a serious expression. "We ought to turn some of it in..."

"Oh, tish-tosh Alice!" The royal Salusian said, waving a hand at the nervous Dark/Psychic-type. "Didn't you tell me yourself that I need to be more adventurous?" Asrial smirked as she went about hauling one of the crates.

Her eye twitching, the Shadowcat replied, "I meant in bed; not carrying illegal gear!" She hissed, her tail shooting out behind her and fur sticking up.

Rolling her eyes to that, the Salusian turned about to face the member of Ranma's harem. "Half the douche-bags around here bend the rules, so can we!" She placed the crate down and met the pokégirl's gaze. "Besides, I doubt Team Rocket plays fair!"

Pausing from the crate she was working on, the Peekabu looked over to her harem-sister. "She has you there," Kiiro chimed in with a smile before returning to her task of helping her Alpha take inventory of the goods that were stashed there.

"Yeah but Asrial," the Shadowcat frowned as she tried to reason. "I don't want to get Master... in..." she trailed off, eyes going wide as the Peekabu opened a crate. "Holy monkey balls! An Elemental Assault Cannon!"

Hearing that comment, Asrial grinned as she heard that yet more goodies had fallen into her lap. Oh yes, the odds for saving her friends were looking to be on the up-and-up. "Kiiro, bring the cannon and riot armor to the workbench! I got me an idea for some 'ghetto-ized' power armor!" Her body trembling from joy, she couldn't help herself. She HAD to let off a mad scientist laugh. "Muahhahahahahaaaaa!"

Saluting her Alpha, the Peekabu stood at attention and replied, "Okay!" She then bent over, struggling to pull the very heavy weapon out of the crate.

Alice just gawked at all that was going on. Sex she understood. PokéBattle she understood. But this... this was going beyond the realm of normal and legal pokégirl combat! "Wuh-what!?" She practically shrieked.

"Oh, you'll see." Asrial smirked as she ran down the stairs to take up more of the gear.

"Uh, Alpha Asrial..." the feline pokégirl tried to speak up. "That weapon is meant solely for the most powerful pokégirls, the Widow, Leviathaness, Giantess or any of the Legendaries, as well as enormous swarms of other dangerous pokégirls, such as the Vampires or Wasps. The Elemental Assault Cannon's six rotating barrels can fire out a hundred and twenty Elemental shells in the span of a minute." She looked at the weapon uneasily as the Salusian took it from the Peekabu. "These weapons are supposed to be under the HEAVIEST of security and are NOT brought out for anything less than an emergency! The fact that there is one here for the taking is mind-numbing!"

Not taking her eyes off of the glorious weapon of bad-assery, the Salusian tried to humor the pokégirl's worries. "Yes, yes, I understand. And this way, we will have it for such emergencies!" Placing the weapon back into the crate, Asrial cackled, taking up the crate as Kiiro was hauling a second, smaller one herself.

Her tail falling limply behind her, Alice stared at her Alpha's back as the woman disappeared to upstairs. "You're not listening, are you?"

"Sucks don't it?" Asrial replied, grinning at the Shadowcat as she returned for another crate. "Listen, get your rear in gear! I want all this stuff upstairs so I can take full inventory of it tomorrow. It's too cramp and dark down here to take a full listing of everything."

The Shadowcat frowned. "No, you listen!" The pokégirl roared, causing Asrial to jump in place, surprised by the normally laid-back Shadowcat's attitude. "I don't mind taking this stuff but I don't want to get Master in trouble!" She shouted seriously. "Master Ranma is the best thing to ever happen to me and I'll be damned if you get him in trouble waving around weapons he doesn't have the permits for!"

The Peekabu stopped in her tracks. What the Shadowcat said made a lot of sense to her. "...Alpha Asrial?" She spoke up. "Alice has a point." She bit on her lower lip nervously. She hated disagreeing with her Alpha but, "I don't want to get Master in trouble."

Turning her head to look back and forth between both pokégirls with a serious look, Asrial explained, "Neither do I. That's why I'm going to use this crap to ensure our RV is safe as can be and we can defend ourselves. It's a dangerous world out there and it's not like we're using this crap on innocent people." She let off a small sight. "Trust me all right? I won't let this get back to Ranma and I'll take the rap if it blows up in our faces."

The Shadowcat nodded her head. "Well, of course you'd take the blame. You're the Alpha Pokégirl and it was your decision to use this stuff." She smirked a little. "But since you are intent to take responsibility like a proper Alpha then... well I guess we can help."

"Damn right!" The royal Salusian shouted confidently. "Now give me a hand with this stuff! We got plenty of goods to take inventory and hide and I'm going to need some extra hands mounting the hidden panels!"

The Shadowcat raised an eyebrow. "Hidden... panels?"

Nodding her head, the Salusian of imperial birth explained, "I'm going to hook a few to the RV... I mean, we can't keep them in plain sight, right?"

The Shadowcat whistled at that; the woman could modify their ride to such degrees? "Well... damn..." she raised an eyebrow. "Are Salusians a Tech-type of pokégirl or something? You're as skilled as Nerdette or Supe-Bra Genius with this stuff..." she said for the Peekabu's benefit. The Electric-type wasn't in on the secret just yet and to let her think their Alpha a pokégirl... it was just easier to garner support for teaming up on her for Taming!

"Oh I just know my way around high-tech goodies, even modified and built my own flying car in my day," Asrial said off-handed with a chuckle.

The Peekabu smiled as she heard her Alpha declare that. "Does this mean you'll make us some sex-toys?" She asked hopefully.

Her eyes shining with interest, the Shadowcat purred. "Oh, could you? Please? I'd like to see what you could make!"

Groaning in embarrassment at the requests, Asrial shook her head to try and keep from blushing. "Uhmm... I've never tried, actually..." she replied rather lamely.

Up to her Alpha's side, Kiiro held onto the Salusian's arm. "Could you at least try? Oh please, oh please, oh please!"

Crossing her arms over her chest, Alice smirked as things started going back to a more familiar ground for her. "Yeah. Consider it a... 'gift' for our services."

Letting off a heavy sigh, the Salusian replied, "Okay, okay... fine!" Asrial held up her hands in a warding manner. "Let me see what I can do... later."

Letting off a squeal of delight at hearing that, the Peekabu shouted, "THANK YOU ALPHA ASRIAL!" With a lot of energy and giddiness, the yellow-furred Electric-type glomped onto the Salusian in a tight hug. "THANK YOU!"

"AUGH!" Asrial cried out as she fell over from the girls' entire weight slamming into her. Wincing a little from the sudden crash, the Salusian blushed as the Mouse-type was nuzzling her cheek with her own. "Uh... you're welcome."

Alice smirked widely at the sight of the two entangled on the floor. "Oh, I want in on this!" The Shadowcat replied as she dropped down atop of Asrial.

"Gack!" Asrial coughed as the air was forced out of her lungs from the pokégirl landing atop her. Trying to catch her breath, the Salusian replied, "Okay okay, o-" she blinked her eyes. "WATCH THE HANDS!"

"Aw..." the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl whined. "But your tail's so fluffy!" So saying, her hand continued to stroke the tail.

Feeling Kiiro's hand join the Shadowcat's in stroking, the Salusian's eye twitched. Finally, she sat up and firmly told the two, "Sex later, work now! We've screwed around enough today!"

"But I didn't get anything..." the Peekabu pouted. "Unless you count breakfast with master..." she admitted as an afterthought.

"Gah!" Asrial gasped as she realized that. While Cyan did play with the Peekabu, it seemed the Mouse-type was really attracted to her personally.

Grinning, the Shadowcat playfully agreed, "She's ri~iiight."

Standing up from between the two pokégirls, Asrial firmly told them, "I'll reward Kiiro twice over but for now we need to put these guns and ammo upstairs promptly or else we might not get the chance to do so with all the garage equipment at our disposal."

Crossing her arms over her chest, the Shadowcat nodded her head in acceptance. "I know." She sighed and tilted her head as she looked down at the Peekabu who was wrapped around the Salusian's leg. "C'mon, Kiiro. Let go of the Alpha. We've got a lot of work to do!" She grinned. "And I need to get MY Taming tonight!"

The yellow-furred pokégirl pouted cutely. "Awww... do I have to?"

Nodding her head, the feline pokégirl firmly told her, "Yes."

Asrial gave off a relieved sigh as the Peekabu released her leg, allowing her freedom of movement again. "All right then Alice, Kiiro! Bring those crates upstairs while I grab some sheets of metal and a welding kit..." grinning confidently, the woman told her, "Mama's going to pimp our ride!"

To her Alpha's command, Kiiro stood up quickly and nodded her head. "Yes'm, Alpha Asrial." She managed to give the skunk-like girl a smile before picking up a smaller crate and rushing up the stairs...

When she was gone and the Shadowcat was sure the Peekabu was out of earshot, Alice grabbed Asrial's shoulder. "Alpha... we gotta talk..." she said in a soft yet serious tone of voice. "I was trying to get your attention concerning this but I didn't want to involve Kiiro... now that she's gone though..." she trailed off.

Blinking her eyes once, twice, all Asrial could say was, "You lost me." How the hell did the Shadowcat switch from sex-kitten to serious so suddenly was beyond the Salusian's understanding; she'd been just talking about getting her Taming tonight for crying out loud!

The Shadowcat frowned. "Alpha Asrial... I noticed something while we were working. I didn't want to bring it up because I didn't want to upset and worry Kiiro. Alpha, take a good look at those crates!" She told her as she used the flashlight Kiiro left down and aimed the light at the side of one of the crates still down there, focusing on logo on the side. A symbol very familiar to Asrial...

...A red-colored 'R' on a black background.

Her jaw moving up and down silently, it took a moment for the Salusian to find the right words. "Oh fucking A... no wonder..." Asrial murmured. "That... that explains why they have all this high-tech shit! They were probably smuggling it for them!"

Slowly, Alice nodded her head. "Which means in taking all this... Team Rocket might go looking. They might find us!" She turned to Asrial seriously. "I'm willing to support your decision in taking all of this but I NEED to know one thing from you." She looked the Salusian in the eyes, her gold and purple meeting Asrial's blue. "Do you believe you can protect Master should they come to us?"

Asrial's reply was anything but meek. "My answer is 'hell' and 'yes'. I'm a good shot, I know tech and I can fight decently! No Rockets, Ferals or anybody is getting us or Ranma. On this you have my word!"

To that response, the Shadowcat nodded her head. "All right then. Let's get this Rocket gear out of here and see about getting permits. It's one thing to keep it for safety reasons, it's another if we can get licensed for the legal gear so it's ours lock, stock and barrel."

"Well hopefully, Officer Jolie is still very generous towards Ranma..." Asrial mused aloud. Having someone on the inside to get them what they needed to work with the gear legally would definitely be useful.

Smirking a little, the Shadowcat supplied, "If not... we could have a harem orgy to further persuade her."

Raising an eyebrow, Asrial asked, "Harem orgy?" She brought her right had up to scratch her chin as she considered that. "Hmm... that actually doesn't sound half bad..." she trailed off and blinked her eyes. "Man, I have been corrupted."

The Shadowcat smirked. "Corrupted? How?" She smirked as she reached her hand out to rub the Salusian's posterior. "You're just thinking like a pokégirl."

Groaning, Asrial covered her face with her hand in embarrassment. "God almighty..." shaking her head, she lowered her hand. Turning to look at the Shadowcat she changed to subject. "No time to waste. Let's get this show on the road already!"

Getting past the southern entry check-point of Viridick Forest, a large Class-B Challenger II RV, (with portable lab attachment) went mercilessly rushing into nature. Underneath the thick treads of its numerous mighty tires, nature and Common pokégirl found itself no match. The ground practically shook from the massive vehicle's passing. Sure the damn thing guzzled fuel like nobody's business but it was riding in style!

"I tell you Rita, there's just no better way to travel," Stroak told her as their massive and heavily armored transport tore its own path through the forest of the Buggy Woods.

And yes, literally tore its own path, crushing down any tree, plant-life or formation of earth that was in the way of the Pokégirl Researcher's driving path.

Rolling her eyes, the Water-type pokégirl replied, "Oh sure, Professor. We're just ripping trees, causing massive deforestation and killing all plant and animal life in our wake... but it is comfy!"

The Professor's left eye twitched. "Your sarcasm needs work my dear." Rolling his eyes as the Water-type giggled in response, Stroak told the Vaporita, "Honestly... would you like to be like every other Tom, Joe and Dick Tamer out there and be huffing this trek on foot?" He winced but otherwise ignored the squealing of a Cutiepie as they drove over it. Damn thing's own fault anyway, resting in the way of the Class-B RV's path.

The pokégirl was quick to explain, "Oh don't get me wrong. When it comes to trekking through feral territories I'm all for deforestation! It's just... eeewwwww." She shuddered as a second Cutiepie went the way of the Dildodo... or whatever that ancient long-long extinct before the time of Sukube creature bird was called...

Nodding his head in understanding, the aged, wizened and somehow revered Pokégirl Researcher replied, "I know what you're saying, Rita." He looked at the Water-type pokégirl and told her, "Better to be safe than sor-GEEZE!" He shouted as a BuzzBreast slammed against the windshield. "Damn things are everywhere..." he grumbled as he turned on the wipers. It took a few passes but on the fourth swipe, the Bug/Poison-type finally came off, leaving a trail of gooiness in her passing on the reinforced, bullet-proof plastic-glass.

Rita gagged as she saw the mess left by their latest victim of technology. "Oh gro~oooooooosss!"

Nodding his head, Stroak pushed a button on the dashboard, causing wiper fluid to spray onto the windshield as the automatic wipers went to work trying to clean the mess that had been made. "Honestly, we're not going that fast. It was the pokégirl's fault that time," he tried to defend himself and his precious RV. "Damn thing flew right into us at top speeds!"

Turning to look at her Master, the pokégirl replied, "Uh-huuuh..." Rita rolled her eyes, obviously not buying the excuse. Yes BuzzBreasts could fly like crazy bombers but she knew the Professor had a lead foot. "Professor, maybe you could ease off the pedal? It's not like the specimen isn't at a registered PokéCenter that's, you know, easy to track!"

Knowing his luck from how the past few days had went, the Professor told his assistant pokégirl, "You never know they may up and leave!"

"Last I checked they still had an injured member," the Vaporita pointed out. "She's probably still in the hands of medical care."

"Never know!" Stroak responded, ignoring the squeal of a Feral Bunnygirl as it was crushed underneath the weight of a creation not found in nature.

The Vaporita was quiet for a long pause. "...You just like to drive fast huh?"

His eye twitching, the Pokégirl Researcher told her, "If you make a 'finishes too quick' joke..."

An expression of mock surprise coming over her face, Rita cried out, "Heaven forbid, Professor! I'll credit you this: you maybe absentminded, a workaholic and possessed with research... but you aren't a quick finish."

Smiling, the Professor's ego puffed up with a bit of pride. "Why thank you..." there was a sudden pause in conversation. "I think."

Rita smirked. "Hey, you can go for hours and hours and hours, satisfying me, a Titmouse and a Dragoness..." she did frown slightly though. "Although I understand that you had to leave Anastasia behind at the PokéCenter for healing, you really should've waited for Maryanne to come back from grocery shopping..."

"Oh, she'll be all right," the Professor reassured his normally wiseass Water-type. "I left her a note and everything. She'll take care of the lab while we're gone. I just have to make sure to come back from Pewtit with a nice gift for her."

Nodding her head, the Miyazaki-esque aquatic fox-squirrel girl agreed, "Yes. Especially when you consider that said lab is trashed. She hates to clean up big messes."

"As I said," the Professor reiterated. "A NICE gift when we come back."

Accepting that answered, the Water-type in the passenger's seat then asked, "So, if I may ask Professor... as you usually do when it comes to new pokégirl finds, do you have any thoughts on this Salusian?"

Thinking about that for a moment, the Pokégirl Researcher told her, "Well, the initial data the PokéDex Network sent suggests that it was an evolution of Mephitits or Skunkette; probably the latter." He smirked. "So it's logical to guess that she will have a fetish for anal-sex and spanking."

The pokégirl stuck out her tongue. "Bleh!"

Chuckling at his girl's response, the Professor added, "Yes, yes. I know you don't care much for the former."

The Vaporita nodded her head firmly. "You got that right. My ass is an exit only, thank you very much!" However, the frown on her face soon broke out into a grin. "Spanking, however... do it right and oh HO, can it be fun!"

The Professor chuckled at Rita's antics. "Indeed but sometimes evolutions can go a complete 180 away from the prior form. This new girl may be something new altogether with just the barest ties to the Skunkette." Smirking, Professor Stroak reached over with his right hand and slid it down between the pokégirl's back and seat. "Besides..." he grinned wider. "I know someone likes the entrance being used two ways..." he teased her as his hand gave her left butt-cheek a firm squeeze.

Cooing in delight, the Vaporita enjoyed her master's hand on her ass. "Oh professor, that feels so-ROAD!" She screamed as she saw them head towards a rather tall and thick tree head on.

Retrieving his hand from the pokégirl's posterior, he slammed his right on onto the steering wheel. "Whoops!" Grabbing the wheel in a tight grip, he swerved the vehicle, narrowly avoiding an accident and causing them to jerk about as the RV roughly turned onto where there was some actual road. "Eh heh... I better drive, huh?"

Nodding her head, Rita told her master, "Yes." She shuddered, a little unnerved by the near-miss. "You can pet me all you want when we're out of the woods. For now, drive!"

The Pokégirl Researcher nodded his head in response to the Water-type's demand. "Yes, yes..." he huffed up with pride. "But we did at least find WHERE there's a road here. This means we'll be able to find the Tamer's camping area and set up to rest for the night..." he grinned. "THEN I'll pet and stroke my soft-skinned Vaporita all I want."

At THAT, the pokégirl grinned widely. Oh yes, she liked petting... and Taming... and everything that went along with that!

However, such thoughts and mood were destroyed by the Pokégirl Researcher slamming his feet on the brakes, causing the large RV to stop suddenly, causing the Professor and his pokégirl to lurch forward in their seats. "Little warning with the brakes next time, please..." the Vaporita grumbled in shock.

"Sorry but... there's a barricade on the road," the Researcher told her as he pointed forward. Indeed, straight across the asphalt road was a tall and thick concrete wall. "The RV can drive through most forest and vegetation but not that!"

The pokégirl just gawked at the sight that greeted them. "What the... the road reports didn't say any barricades were up. What the hell is this for!?"

Professor Stroak shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know but-"

"To protect the world from devastation!" Came a commanding female voice.

"To unite all people's within one nation!" Came a disembodied male voice.

Slapping her face with her right palm, Rita groaned. "Oh fuck no!" Grumbling, the Water-type pokégirl lowered her hand and began undoing her seatbelt.

Suddenly, there was a puff of red smoke atop the wall, a human and a very-near human pokégirl in matching gray uniforms appearing on top of the barricade. The redhead female continued, "To denounce the evils of truth and love!"

The male turned to face his target, a rose in his mouth. Removing it, he continued, "To extend our reach to the stars above!"

Rita's eyebrow twitches... she so hated Team Rocket speeches.

"Jessie!"

"James!"

"Team Rocket! Blast off-"

Lowering the window on her side of the vehicle, the blue-skinned fox-squirrel stuck her head out and screamed, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Needless to say, both Team Rocket grunts were stunned as they looked down at the pokégirl. It was James that found his voice first. "...Wow, that is one ornery Vaporita..."

Glaring at the male that insulted her, Rita slammed a palm onto a button on the RV's dashboard console. "Oh and you got two seconds!" The pokégirl called out.

Blinking her eyes once, twice, Jessie started to ask, "Two sec-"

*WHUMP*! *BOOM*!

Seeing the destruction of the wall and two flaming forms flying, Rita grinned widely. Oh yes, the pokégirl was very pleased that she talked the Professor into purchasing and installing a Frag Launcher 3000...

Their forms soaring into the horizon, one could make out the voices, "Team Rocket's blasting off agaaaaaiiiiin..."

*Ping*!

Blinking his eyes once, twice, the Pokégirl Researcher couldn't help but laugh "That sent them packing."

Rita giggled incessantly at what she'd done. "Oh yes, yes, yes!" Oh, Team Rocket grunts were always useful as a cheap form of stress relief.

One of the members of Team Rocket's 'Special Team 8', Shino Aburame looked up at the skyline as two well-known grunts of his affiliation went 'blasting off again'... for the fourth time that week. "And it's only Tuesday..."

This was only one of the reasons the sunglasses-wearing, overcoat-clad member preferred his station in the Buggy Woods; humans were just crazy sometimes. However he wouldn't forget his main reason his bosses decided he would be best serving Team Rocket out in the middle of nowhere. While his preference for isolation from humanity aided him in his place, the main decision for dropping him off in the middle of nature was that he possessed two Blood Gifts of Bug-type pokégirl ancestry which would see to his safety despite the dangers of Feral pokégirls and the goings on in Viridick Forest.

The first was the Blood Gift of Bug Affinity. He could exhibit an almost HiveMind-like behavior with Bug-type pokégirls. This gave him a high empathy rating concerning insectile pokégirls of all sorts and allowed him withstand psychic attacks and probing much better than normal people, allowing him to remain 'invisible' to most psychic scans of the forest that would be done from time-to-time by Watchers and local police. It also didn't hurt that Plant, Dark and Psychic-type pokégirls were often intimidated by him. The gift overall allowed him to have a very objective view of the world and could bring himself to be emotionally insensitive, thanks to a skill be described as, "analytical detachment". Shino's merciless tendencies, in regards to opponents as well as his attachment to Bug-types had caused other members of Team Rocket to label him as 'creepy'.

The other main reason for placing him in the forest was that his second Blood Gift was that of Drone Mind. It allowed him immunity to all forms of brainwashing or attempts to influence his behavior, making him an agent that couldn't be turned against his compatriots. This Gift also enhanced the nature of the HiveMind ability bestowed upon him by his Bug Affinity Gift to a truly frightening level. The combination of both gifts gave Shino an almost telepathic-link with Bug-type pokégirls, allowing him to know where each and every one was in the forest at all times and mildly manipulate their actions as he saw fit.

He was going to miss that Arachnae; whenever she fed, she could send such waves of pleasure coursing through him. It was like Taming but without the exertion on his part and the Team Rocket grunt found it most fascinating.

All-in-all, Shino was the PERFECT agent for Team Rocket to set up in Viridick Forest. He was safer there than anywhere else in the world. He was perfectly in sync with Nature and the Bug-types that surrounded him on all sides; his gifts a great Boon to his own Harem of Bug-type pokégirls. He could spy on people traveling through and efficiently rob them if need be and he would be near impossible to trail. He knew the Buggy Woods better than anyone else and with his Bug-type Ancestry giving him immunity to most psychic powers he was near impossible to track.

Near impossible. He did wear a tracer that allowed other Team Rocket members to find him when necessary. Like now.

Looking down from the tree-limb he was sitting on, Shino took stock of the group of Team Rocket grunts that were making their way towards him. While a couple of humans in the group were of no consequence to him, he recognized the main male leading the group. A male of Edo descent that wore a more stylized outfit rather than donning a traditional Team Rocket uniform: vest, arm bracers and slippers made of Feraligarter skin, baggy white silk pants and a trademark pair of nylon pantyhose around his waist for a belt.

"Taro Panythose..." Shino greeted. He knew of the agent; most did. Trained by the nefarious Pokégirl Thief Happosai, Taro was an arrogant, sadistic, ruthless, traitorous and power-hungry individual. Without a doubt, he was a completely dishonorable bastard that found amusement in cheating against his opponent and betraying allies during confrontations or simply ambushing and assaulting innocent people who had done nothing to him. It was also no secret to those within Team Rocket that Taro also had the unrealistic goal of wanting to, "take over the world".

While people like the Edo man are normally stomped flat by the rest of the world, especially by SEELE, Taro was a bit more difficult to get rid of. Having been deemed as useful by the protectors of humanity, Taro was added to their ranks and genetically altered by Gendo Giovanni's technicians. In return for becoming a member of Team Rocket and Giovanni's personal Assassin, Gendo had his scientists artificially induce the Blood Gift of Monster Out within Taro, allowing him to become something akin to a pokéboy: an inhuman beast with elemental powers and strength.

Pantyhose's "Monster" form was similar to that of a male Minotaura, with small crane wings which allowed him to fly great distances despite his enormous size. He also had an eel in place of a tail which not only worked as a second set of eyes for Taro during combat but gave him minimal Electrical powers as well. Understandably, he was a holy terror for Tamers or pokégirls to have to face in battle.

"Aburame..." Taro returned the greeting with a cold voice. "We need to talk to you."

Nodding his head, the normally expressionless individual replied, "I take it you want my weekly report of the goings on in the Buggy Woods before it's due?"

"Yes. Master Giovanni is most interested," Taro admitted. "He's having us make this stop before we head to Pewtit in the morning. We have heard about an interesting group that was dropped off into your neck of the woods." His eyes narrowed. "No pun intended."

"Of course," Shino was quick to reply. "Like me, you have no sense of humor."

That response actually made the transformable Pokégirl Thief smirk. "Indeed. Now, get to business. We have no time to waste. We have to get to Pewtit and take care of a number of things by morning; the boss wishes a smuggling cache to be destroyed before anything that could possibly be linked to Team Rocket is discovered." His hands tightened into fist. "The boss so hates loose ends and recent events have been making so many new ones for him to have to tie off."

Nodding his head, the master of the Bug Affinity replied, "Let's."

Buggy Woods was not a safe expanse to cross during the best of times. And though many considered it a shorter route to travel on their ways to and from Pewtit, it wasn't necessarily the best. Sure, there were attempts to use it as a shortcut for delivers, since the other road around it could add as much as three to four hours to your trip, even if you drove around the protective wall.

But those tapered off when those poor fools learned Bug-types could always find a way. Tires could be shot out or gummed up with webbing. Tracks could be derailed if you dug pits in their path. Even if you had Tamers with you to escort the convoy, it was no guarantee that you would make it out unharmed and with all your supplies. Even the agencies that supplied and maintained the emergency shelters inside the woods took great care, mixing their teams with flight equipment and road transport, as most traps prepared by the ferals tended to fall apart after a while, and Hive activities were closely monitored—no sense in resupplying a shelter the pokégirls had already taken over.

But Buggy Woods was surrounded by a large wall for a reason; and it wasn't because the contractor had an in with the regional ruler at the time. There was a reason that there were well-defined roads/paths through the woods for people to take on their journeys and attempts to travel or gather bug-types instead of walking through the bush and hoping you didn't get attacked from all sides or find a trap of some sorts. The roads may not have been much better, but the protections on them usually meant you had a better chance than wondering blindly in the woods. So in the end, most deliveries were made via flight, since even flying bug-types could only go so high or so fast.

And that was the honest truth to all but a few people.

And one of those people was currently walking down a solitary path, her Dominatrix beside her, both carrying thick backpacks: Nodoka Sexum.

She knew she was safe, knew the woods like the back of her hand. She was a Watcher, having spent many days within her own shelter, studying the Bug-types, learning their secrets and such.

Well, that was just her official duties. Unofficially, she was also the main contact for the only Buzzbreast hive within the woods. She had even used a Speech T2 to allow the Buzzqueen to communicate with her.

Nodoka had also used the hive as a staging ground for unwanted pokégirls. After all, the Buzzbreasts did love their plant-types, so those two groups had no problems coexisting together.

It was the other types they had trouble with, but not for Nodoka. Anyone trying to assault the Hive would expect the insect-girls, perhaps even a Plant-type defense or bring their own in case they wanted to claim the Hive—or its queen—as their own.

Not that such a thing was wrong, but it wasn't good for the Hive. Assaults tended to leave a Hive depleted, lead to the need to determine a new Buzzqueen, and then a need to rebuild the Hive. And since she was on very good terms with the current Buzzqueen and had no desire to be at Ground Zero when a new one might decide to start plucking Tamers up to rebuild their numbers, it made sense to do what she could to secure her ally.

This was especially true as she hoped to earn enough confidence to one day be allowed to witness the entire process that changed a normal Buzzbreast into a Buzzqueen.

Hey, it took a lot of work to maintain a viable ecosystem, especially with the usual 'caliber' of Tamers that entered those woods for a quick grab.

Why, looking around, she spotted where some careless driver had—instead of taking the roads like a civilized person—driven right through the woods, damaging them and probably killing a few innocent pokégirls. Not only that, but some Tamer would probably assume it was a protected road—protected against being turned into a death trap—and use it, thus becoming fodder for the local pokégirls. "Such stupid people," Nodoka muttered.

"Agreed, Mistress," said Kinshou, shaking her head at the senseless devastation. "Whoever did such a thing should be publicly beaten for such a senseless affront to your efforts here."

Nodoka nodded. "If the Queen has any Intel and we can find them in the Rest Stops, we'll have to leave them a nice... present." Said nice present would be some pokégirls 'escaping' the Wall and reducing said vehicle to scrap iron if possible.

"It would appear that now was a perfect time to visit," offered Kinshou.

Nodoka nodded as they made their way to her private scientific bunker. Once there, they could release a flare to make contact with the Hive and then it would only be a matter of time before they either sent an escort or sent the Queen herself to meet, assuming something wasn't around that shouldn't be.

She did know there was something else in the woods, something the Bug-types couldn't sense to well.

Nodoka also knew it was male. She was using the outside stalls during one hot summer to take a bath. While she soaped herself, her senses screamed to her that a male was watching her... and enjoying it. Since the few Buzzbreasts there didn't react, she assumed whoever it was wasn't a threat. And far be it from her to reject the appreciation someone was feeling for her display. Putting an extra bit into her bath to make for an interesting view, she tried to show no signs that she knew someone was peeping on her. It was nice for her to know that a Tamer out there thought someone her age was still sexy enough to be entranced by.

Of course, later on she asked if the girls nearby had seen or heard anything, but they answered truthfully that they had sensed no one. So whoever the Peeping Tom had been must have either had some good equipment or some very compatible Blood Gifts to stay beyond the ability of the Bug-types to sniff out.

So... she left him alone. Unless he did something wrong or something that might lead to harm of the Buggy Woods, she had no reason to pursue the matter. Granted, she knew of a few Blood Gift combinations that could pull off such abilities, which meant tipping her hand was not advisable.

Perhaps I can win him over with my sexual form, she purred mentally. After all, nothing wrong with her trying to garner such a stud's attention. She was a single woman after all with two sons, a career and a husband legally declared dead the first chance she got. And aside from Taming her assistants and Ash's own 'tutoring', she'd been without a good biological cock in some time.

Damn it; she was still sexy! She shouldn't be thinking of getting a Dildoqueen this early in her life!

"You are still very sexy, Mistress," offered Kinshou. She recognized the look on her Tamer's face, and considering what all they needed to get done today, it was best to head off the redhead's internal rant. Sure, the sex was mind-blowing, but they didn't have the time for a long, hard tryst in the woods.

Besides, the damn ferals girls always show up trying to mooch in, she internally grumbled. Sure, her Mistress was strong, but that didn't mean she wanted every single slut trying to show up and steal a lick.

"Almost there," said Nodoka, pausing for a moment to see several Cutiepies walk up nearby to her smiling. "Hello dears," Nodoka said with a smile, patting the small pokégirls on their green heads, being careful to avoid damaging their antennae. "If you could, would you give a message to the Buzzqueen that I will be waiting for her or a messenger at my shelter? I need to ask some questions, and by looking around, I suspect she has much to tell me as well."

The pokégirls nodded before they took off into the woods. Being those that were born and raised here, they knew the deep woods better than any other creature, save perhaps Nodoka.

"Was it wise to send them out like that, Mistress?"

Nodoka nodded. "She always has some of the Hive doing patrols, especially when unknowns enter her forest. But those sentries will always be willing to listen to the other pokégirls to tell them what they saw. This way, when we get to the bunker, she may already be there waiting for us."

Kinshou nodded, understanding her Mistress's reasoning. "Should we have brought your son then?" she asked. "I recall the Buzzqueen did want to meet him after he became a Tamer."

"True but I may have... accidentally of course... used too much tranquilizer when I took him down. I guess I overestimated the dosage without taking into account his current actions."

"You mean it hit him faster because he was running full-out down the road?"

"...Yes, that's right," admitted Nodoka.

"Well I am sure Azalea and Jetta are watching over him and his pokégirls," offered Kinshou. "By the time we return, I have no doubt your son's training will allow him to be fully alert and be Taming at least one of his girls." Actually, she doubted the boy would even know where he was and the more likely scenario was the girls would be 'Taming' him. But that wasn't the sort of thing her Mistress needed to hear.

"I just hope Maryanne is doing okay while we're gone," sighed Nodoka, as they continued on.

Professor Stroak sighed happily as he leaned back in his chair, enjoying the warmth of the fire as he cooked some marshmallows on a stick, enjoying the outdoors experience.

"Hey, can you keep it down!" he yelled towards Rita. "I'm trying to enjoy the outdoor experience here!"

"What outdoors?" yelled the Water-type as she stuck her head out the door from the portable lab, still attached to the large Class-B Challenger II RV. Thanks to Stroak's desires, she had first set up the chair, started the fire, and was now setting the support struts out for the lab to ensure it didn't tilt from wind or other such forces during the night. "You have a gas-powered generator on, powering the fan to blow air on you, after you slathered yourself with bug repellant!

"And back away from that fire! You don't need to catch fire... AGAIN!"

"Well you should have warned me that the bug repellant was flammable. How was I supposed to know?"

"Read the bottle?" she asked with a snort, before ducking back inside the lab to ensure the support struts finished deploying.

"Pushy girl," muttered Stroak, as he leaned back into his chair. It was hardly his fault that the campsite managers made him spray down the RV before they could enter the grounds—he had no idea so many pokégirls couldn't avoid his slow trot through the woods. Add to that the filing of paperwork and he had yet to get to Tame his feisty Vaporita.

Pulling back his stick, he noticed how crispy the marshmallows were now the perfect color between mushy and crunchy; just the way he liked it. "Now, where did I put that damned chocolate bar?" he asked, using a free hand to pat himself down looking for it.

He didn't need the graham crackers—they just got in the way of all that delicious sugar.

"What the..." he muttered, as he felt something crinkle in his coat pocket. Reaching in, he slowly pulled out a sealed letter... addressed to Maryanne.

"...Uh-oh," he gasped.

HE FORGOT TO LEAVE THE LETTER! The Titmouse would skin him alive. She was always going on about how he never paid enough attention to her and... Well, there was probably other stuff too, but he tended to tune her out after a while. She just went on ... and on ... and on about yadda-yadda-yadda. Really, he didn't have that sort of free time to deal with her issues.

But this was going to be a big issue.

"What am I worried about?" he said with a smile as he tossed the letter into the fire and resumed patting himself down to find his missing chocolate bar before the marshmallow cooled too much. "I mean, she's still back at the lab, I'm all the way here at Buggy Woods, what could she do?

"Oh, thanks," he said, as someone handed him a chocolate bar. Wait… I have one hand in my pocket, one hand holding the stick, and one hand holding the chocolate…

Something is wrong here… Slowly turning his head, he discovered what was wrong.

"I can do ... plenty," Maryanne rumbled darkly.

"Mommy!" Stroak squeaked.

Rita missed the sounds of the violent thrashing, as she was still setting the trailer's struts up as well as deploying the systems needed to keep the lab in constant contact with the local networks.

Then again, the mobile lab wasn't soundproofed to keep outside sounds outside, but inside sounds from getting out.

"I didn't know a leg could bend that way," said Jetta, snacking on some popcorn as they watched an angry Titmouse vent her frustrations.

"YEOW!"

"It's not supposed to ... normally," said Azalea, before she turned to her side. "And stop writing this down."

Misty snorted. "Hey, when my Tamer screws up, I want to know the proper way to pay him back. Besides, didn't Nodoka say she had some plan so Maryanne could get payback without fear of reprisal?"

Jetta shrugged. "You honestly think that man—a man who promised to DNA-convert you to a Water-type somehow—will admit he had his ass handed to him by a Titmouse? That's like a guy claiming they were seduced by a Snorlass."

"My daughter is correct," said Azalea, as the trio continued to watch a marshmallow get shoved where it probably shouldn't be. "This isn't the first time Maryanne has thrashed him for his improper care, nor will it be the last."

"Hey, where are the others?" asked Jetta.

Misty snorted. "The Racks are in the portable healing unit, Galia is passed out in the passenger seat and that Peekabu is in the main bedroom with Ash."

"Doing what?" Asked Azalea.

"Whatever Feral-born Peekabus do to drugged out Tamers," shrugged Misty.

"Ah," nodded Jetta. "I just hope she doesn't use our cosmetics or clothing, they don't have enough stretch to fit him."

"Almost there," said Nodoka with a smile, as the lanterns began to illuminate the outer-shell of her research post. It was an odd feeling. She could be at the research outpost or her house, both feeling like home and her not wanting to leave either after a day there.

But that wasn't going to be an option for the moment, not unless her eldest wanted to see where Mommy worked. In which case she was sure she could find more than a few local pokégirls who would love to be in a harem, especially after the reports she had gotten on Ranma before he disappeared.

Ash? Well, he never stated one way or another if he would enjoy a bug-girl. Perhaps she could find a Cutiepie to take back to him; he did need a diversified harem and he did enjoy playing with them when she brought him up here when he was younger.

Ah well, she would worry about that tomorrow. She could always bring him back here for a bit before they left to meet up with Ranma in Pewtit. "Kinshou, remind me when we get back to the RV to send a message to Ranma asking him to stay there, as well as our expected time of arrival. I don't want him deciding to go running off before I can hug him again."

"Consider it done, Mistress," replied the Dominatrix. "But may I suggest we prepare for our imminent meeting," she finished, pointing to several figures already waiting in front of the outpost."

Nodoka nodded in agreement as the two made their approach. "Your Highness; I take it the Hive is doing well?"

"Hive izzzzzzz expanded," replied the Buzzqueen, bowing as well. "Intruderzzzz come to try and take Hive, intruderzzzz now work for Hive."

"Intruders?" asked Nodoka, concerned.

The Buzzqueen nodded, as a nearby Buzzbreast held up a torn jacket, the familiar symbol on it slowly making Nodoka's blood boil.

"Team Rocket," she growled. "So those bastards are trying to get a foothold here."

"Failed," replied the Buzzqueen. "Your additionzzzzzz saved Hive; they did not expect additional pokégirlzzzzzz not of Hive. Now they and their girlzzzzz are of Hive."

"Well, I'm thankful for small miracles," Nodoka replied. "Their gear?"

The Buzzqueen waved towards the compound door, where a large pile of weaponry and equipment now sat. "Yourzzzzz for all your help."

"It would appear our budget will not be an issue this year, Mistress," said Kinshou, as she looked over the pile.

Nodoka nodded. "We'll put it in the shed until later, we won't have time to fill out any forms for the moment." Turning back to the Buzzqueen, she put on a bright smile. "My eldest son has been found."

The Buzzqueen nodded. "We know; otherzzzz saw. We are thankful he took care of stupid spider girl. Did not know he was your son."

"Was he okay?" asked Nodoka with concern.

"Wazzzz fine. Spider girl only injure human girl."

"Zzz, zzzzzz—zzzzzzz!" replied one excitable Buzzbreast.

"Hive sayzzzzz he wazzzzz very good looking," translated the Buzzqueen. "Bring back to vizzzzit?" she asked, hope in her voice.

"That is the plan," answered Nodoka. "But I don't know how long it will take. He may have a Taming Journey planned out. I'm planning on going with him for a while, so I don't know when I'll be back."

"Izzzz understandable," the Buzzqueen replied. "Want to reconnect to offspring, very important."

"Thank you," said Nodoka with a smile.

"Have giftzzzzzz then," replied the pokégirl, as several Buzzbreasts emerged from the surrounding trees, leading two heavily bound pokégirls between them.

"Well, this is new," muttered Nodoka. One didn't usually see Buzzbreasts have such a negative reaction to Plant-types.

"Attacked human girlzzzzzzz," replied Buzzqueen. "Danergouzzz if they stay. Offer to human girlzzzzz?"

Nodoka looked at the two Plant-pokégirls. A Weepingbutt and a Vinebra; that did explain it somewhat. Buzzbreast hives as a rule would usually try and eliminate a Weepingbutt in their territory. The fact this one was still alive said more for the Hive's faith and trust in Nodoka than their own ability to deal with it. It probably also meant that it hadn't attacked the Hive. As such, the bug-girls had no reason to execute it ... yet.

Vinebra was probably in a similar situation. The Feral-types tended to be sour towards humans and other pokégirls, meaning it wouldn't fit in too well with the assortment at the Hive. It would probably even start fights with them or even rape several Buzzbreasts to feed.

No; those two left in Buggy Woods would be a problem. Reaching into her backpack, Nodoka grabbed two empty pokéballs. If my son doesn't want them, perhaps one of the girls will. Nodoka herself knew of the satisfaction of taking down a pokégirl who had bested you before in battle.

And I never regretted making her mine, smiled the redhead, turning slightly to smile at the visible backside of her Dominatrix as she went through the loot. "Oh, I'm sure I can find them a new home."

On the outskirts of Douchsiabag City stood a small building, its sides covered in quick repair work and showing multiple signs of damage from within as much as from the outside. This was the laboratory of the famous Professor Steamhead, famous researcher and inventor.

It was also a sight where the Jeremy of this world had just finished fighting for his very life against things better left never being thought up.

Jeremy panted heavily, cuts and lashes crossing his body and torn clothes, as he stared at the modified Master Pokéball, all that had ended Professor's Steamhead's newest creation's rampage of death and destruction. Adrenalin was already slowly breaking down in his system, making him shake slightly. "I ... I can't believe that worked," he muttered. Who knew his idea to modify pokéballs to hold things other than pokégirls would work?

"Is it gone?" asked Steamhead, poking his head up from behind an overturned table.

"No," said Jeremy, slowly getting back to his feet.

"Excellent!" shouted Steamhead, as he stood up, a large mechanical device now strapped to his back. "Now it will face my greatest weapon: my steam-powered lightning gun!" he yelled. "MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"...Won't you just get electrocuted from the condensation on the wand or the steam exhaust?" asked Jeremy.

"Hmm... perhaps," said Steamhead, as he took it off. "But to defend this noble place that we use to expand the knowledge of things man was meant to know, I thank you for risking yourself to defeat this unholy creation!" he finished, offering the backpack to Jeremy.

"Fuck that!" cried Jeremy. No way did he want to be the victim of ten thousand volts ... again ... this week. "I caught it in that modified Master Pokéball I was telling you about."

"Really?" asked the disbelieving professor, as he slowly edged closer to the ball in question, watching as it occasionally twitched and rolled around, as if it held a pokégirl striving to get out. "You mean it worked? Damn; thought I built it better than that."

"The pokéball was my project!" screamed Jeremy.

"Not it, my invention," sighed Professor Steamhead sadly. "Oh, I gave it the best work I could have done, yet to see it taken down with a simple pokéball… it makes a man cry!"

"... It was TRYING TO KILL US!"

"Details, details," waved off Steamhead. "Hmm, I'll have to make some modifications in the next model to prevent that…"

"OH HELL NO!" said Jeremy, grabbing the elder scientist by his lab coat and proceeding to shake the hell out of him. "You will never make another one of these things; do you hear me? We barely made it through this one alive and survived by sheer dumb luck! This line of research ends right now!"

"But I can do better!" squeaked the man, dangling slightly in the air. "I promise the next one won't try and slaughter us without mercy!"

"I don't want to be slaughtered with mercy either!" screamed Jeremy. "I want to live, damn it! LIIIIIIVE!"

"Fine," sighed Steamhead, as Jeremy dropped him to the ground. "Stop crying about it; I swear kids today have no sense of adventure in them, always crying when something tries to kill you or rip your body apart. Why, back in my day—"

"Don't make me shake you again," growled Jeremy.

"All right, whatever," said Steamhead, "I won't build another of those." And it was true, you never rebuilt a bad model; you built a better one. "Now, get a broom and start cleaning!"

"So where should we ... dispose of it?" asked Jeremy nervously. He knew the moment Steamhead heard 'we' that the dear Professor would take that to mean 'Jeremy only'. "How about a volcano?"

"How about dropping it off ... at the IRS building over at Indigo Plateau?" Bastards were saying he owed 15 SLCs in back taxes, but he distinctly remembered writing a check for 19 SLCs to them ... was it last decade?

"But Professor Steamhead," shouted Jeremy, "that's not a volcano!"

"Fine, fine ... pussy," snorted the aged professor. "Then take it to Mt. Ember on One Island, make sure the damn thing hits the lava and sinks! I don't want that thing surviving and being found by some idiot or unleashed by a pokégirl."

"Got it," said Jeremy, as he wearily stood up. Maybe Assrial could fix his wounds before they headed out. "Where are the keys to the crawler?"

"Um ... heh-heh," said the suddenly nervous man.

"...What did you do?" asked Jeremy.

"Well, I needed some of the shielding for an invention I am working on and I—"

"You tore apart my vehicle?" screamed Jeremy. "Do you have any idea how much that thing cost!? Assrial will kill me!"

"Don't worry," said the Professor. "I can have it put back together before you get back, better than before!" Maybe… I'm not sure where I put that engine block…"Until then, take the Class-D Scootie Jr. Truck Camper!" he said cheerfully, tossing Jeremy the keys … which he let drop to the floor in shock.

"You've got to be fucking with me!" cried the man.

"What? It is a perfectly fine transport, good fuel economy, plenty of room to Tame that fine Skunkette of yours. You know, she could use a little more exercise. She shouldn't have love handles like that until she's had a few children."

"Assrial is not fat!" Jeremy yelled. "Okay, we both could stand to lose a few pounds and all, but the Jr.?" he asked. "Can't we at least take the Class-C Scootie Sr. RV? That thing's got a couple of, oh I don't know... GUNS on it..."

"Please! You'll be fine, Jeremy! All you're doing it taking a small trip... and besides if worse comes to worse..." he looked at the Master Pokéball and suppressed a shudder, "you can always release... THAT!"

"Oh, really great choice: death from outside or death from within," muttered Jeremy, looking at the still pokéball on the floor.

"Well ... off you go," said Steamhead, grabbing the keys, the pokéball, shoving them into Jeremy's hands, and forcing the man out of the lab. "Have fun, consider it a new taming adventure, see the world, lose some weight, and melt down the abomination and threat to all life before it breaks free— a fun time to be had for all!"

"Breaks free?" squeaked Jeremy.

"Well, no one has ever seen how long a non-pokégirl entity can be held in a converted pokéball, now have they," said Steamhead, sounding far wiser than he actually was. "Just make sure the ball stays charged and you don't accidentally release the apocalypse upon us all. Now go act like a crazy kid!"

Slamming the door shut, the professor slammed several security bars into place, before releasing his breath and leaning against the door. "Well, that's done!

"Now ... how can I make a better one ... that won't kill all that crosses its path?" he murmured as he returned to his nearly destroyed lab. "Man, someone should clean this up? Where the hell is that other assistant of mine?"

He heard a small series of 'drip' sounds and turned his head. He saw the remains of said assistant smushed into the ceiling, what little bodily fluids left splattering onto the floor in a slow trickle. "Oh yeah..." Professor Steamhead mumbled, bringing his right hand to the top of his head and scratching. "Shit. How am I going to clean this mess?"

Walking alongside Ranma, Nabiki tried to suppress her smile, she really did. She might have been able to keep from laughing but the situation was just too hilarious. Finally when she was sure opening her mouth wouldn't let loose even a tiny snicker, she told the redhead, "You've probably given JigglySluts a bad name..."

"Don't start with me, Nabs..." the topless redhead grumbled as she held her arms wrapped around her breasts. Some bastard had thought she'd been the spitting image of a JigglySlut he'd seen earlier and decided that the best way to 'seduce' her into joining his harem was to have his Slicer slice up her shirt. Kami-damned idiots, all of 'em! Only reason the attack even hit her was because while she felt it coming a mile away, Nabiki was too close. She'd thrown herself in the way of the Tendo and ... admittedly that was one skilled pokégirl. The pigtailed neo-girl took no physical damage but her Chinese shirt was reduced to shreds of ribbon!

Oh yes, when the jerk had opened his mouth, offering her the 'privilege' of sucking his cock, Ranma-chan had taken SUCH pleasure in punching that bastard in the mouth. She hoped for his sake this place had good dentists...

Walking alongside the gender-cursed martial artist, the woman nodded her head in understanding. "Well we're almost to the PokéCenter and you can put on a new shirt. I'd offer mine but-"

The redhead interrupted her. "No! There is no way I'm letting you get ogled!" She said in all seriousness. It was bad enough when they ogled her own Jusenkyo-endowed mammaries; Ranma wasn't going to put her friend through the same.

Nabiki couldn't help but smile a tiny smirk. "I like hearing you be possessive."

Stopping in her tracks, Ranma turned to the middle Tendo sister with a surprised look on her face. "Y-you do?"

"Oh, come on," the brunette said as she reached a hand out and squeezed the boy-turned-girl's shoulder. "We've had sex practically half the day and admitted a lot of pent up feelings. You don't need to be shy about it. Sure you don't need to be, say, a Kuno-level of possessive but a girl likes hearing her guy want to be selfish about her in the proper contexts."

Considering that explanation for a moment, the redhead made a cute face; obviously her brain was working hard to process said information. "Ah..." Ranma-chan replied with a nod of her head, finally getting it after a moment of deliberation. "Okay then... I'll be possessive aaaaaaaaall I want." She chuckled evilly and leaned her head in to nibble on Nabiki's ear.

The middle Tendo squeaked in surprise as she had the busty redhead gently gnawing on her ear. "Oh, you shameless perv..." she laughed, causing Ranma to let go of her ear to do so as well. It wasn't much longer before they finally reached the PokéCenter and were greeted by a familiar face.

Placing her hands on her hips, the eldest of the Tendo sisters stared at duo entering the lobby of the establishment for Tamers. "I was starting to wonder how long you two would be... out..." she trailed off as she took stock of the state the two were in, especially the redhead. "Ranma... what happened to your shirt?" Kasumi asked curiously.

The redhead's pretty blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Kami-damned fanboys..." she snarled angrily. "I am NOT a JigglySlut!"

Blinking her eyes once, twice, all Kasumi could say was, "Oh my..."

Snorting, the middle Tendo sister answered, "That about sums it up."

And it was her sister talking that brought the eldest girl's attention to her. Raising an eyebrow, the pony-tailed brunette tilted her head as she took a good look at how her younger sister was standing. "Are you okay Nabiki?" She asked with concern. "You have a limp."

Although the middle Tendo sister internally winced at her older sister noticing, she tried to pass it off as unimportant. There was no way she'd give Kasumi such satisfaction. "Oh, it's nothing. I'll be fine."

Noticing the tone of her sister's voice, the girl with a chestnut-brown pony-tail looked unconvinced. "Maybe I can have one of the NurseJoys check it-"

"It's nothing some sitting and relaxation can't cure!" Nabiki insisted... perhaps a little too much.

Surprised at how her sister cut her off, Kasumi blinked her eyes once, twice... then the wheels in her head began to turn and the proverbial light-bulb went off. Soon a large, cat-who-ate-the-canary smile spread slowly across her features. "Mmmhmmmm..." she started, almost a teasing tone to her voice. "I see, I see... oh my, oh my, ooooh my..."

Nabiki looked away, not wanting her sister to see her become so red in the face. "S-sis! You don't need to be smug!"

Raising an eyebrow slowly, Kasumi innocently asked, "Nothing to be smug about. I'm just happy for you..." she looked towards Ranma-chan curiously before looking back to Nabiki. Her smile was practically growing.

Fortunately for Ranma, she didn't notice such or she would've been blurting out things that the middle Tendo daughter would've preferred secret. "Look... can we just go to the room? I need to get some hot water and a new shirt."

Turning to Ranma, the eldest Tendo clapped her hands together in delight. "Oh, of course you may! I'll get us a bath ready."

Blinking her eyes, the buxom redhead asked, "Who said we need a bath? I just need to get some clothes before Akane sees me."

"You've been out in the rain and we can't let you two catch cold," Kasumi explained a little-too-quickly/innocently. Grinning a smile that wasn't as innocent as her voice, she added, "And I need one myself. And not to worry about Akane, Cyan and the rest are teaching her some personal concepts to help her with the Tamer's Test." Again, she clapped her hands in excitement before reaching out and grabbing the redhead and her younger sister around their wrists. "Come, come now!" She insisted cheerily dragging the two further into the building, intent on getting a nice bath.

Nabiki and Ranma were both shocked and surprised how in the span of five minutes they went from doorstep, to Kasumi's room, naked and sitting together in a bathtub with Kasumi sitting across... the woman smirking like a cat who had two juicy mice in a trap.

If the pigtailed martial artist turned male again wasn't so shocked by this turn of events, (something which had been happening A LOT in this pokégirl world) he'd have been impressed and asked Kasumi what she did for speed training.

As their male compatriot's brain functions slowly caught up with what was going on, the eldest of the girl's looked to her sister with a curious yet pleased expression gracing her lovely features. "So, how did it happen?" Kasumi asked her sister. "I would have thought for sure that you would have taken a little more than the past couple of days to crack, Nabiki-chan."

Despite her usual role as the 'ice queen', Nabiki was blushing a fiery red from how boldly her sister was acting. "Sis!" She shrieked.

"What?" Kasumi replied, as if she were surprised by her sister's response. "I'm just curious Nabiki. I mean I told you all the details when you asked... can't I do the same?"

Turning his head towards Nabiki, the pigtailed martial artist looked at her quizzically. "You asked?"

Blushing more, Nabiki wondered why everyone was putting her on the hot seat. "W-well yeah. I saw the video but a girl can be... curious..." she finished lamely.

Ranma blinked his eyes curiously. "Video?"

Nodding her head, Kasumi explained, "Remember that night you went to take Officer Jolie on her date? It seems that the Nurse Joys here have video-cameras ininteresting places... such as the bathroom."

His pupils shrinking to pin-pricks, the pigtailed raven-haired martial artist barely managed to squeak out, "What?"

"I thought you knew they made a video of your session with Kiiro, Kasumi and Asrial?" Nabiki asked seriously. It was the talk of the PokéCenter!

"I only got caught for autographing still photos and tape covers. I thought the latter were mock-ups or something!" Ranma replied, slapping himself on the face. "I assumed someone just spied on us but... a whole video!?" Oh this was not happening...

The girl with the pageboy haircut nodded her head. "Yes... and every juicy detail," Nabiki explained as she pat his arm.

The pigtailed man looked downcast. "Oh man..." and then his eyes widened in realization as a more important manner came to mind; one that had to do with his immediate safety. "Wait! Akane-"

Smiling, the eldest Tendo interrupted him. "We told the Joys if Akane-chan gets that video before we... settle some things, we'd be cross," Kasumi told him reassuringly.

Sinking into the bathtub a little, Ranma let out a deep breath. "Phew!"

As the two seemed to calm down, Kasumi couldn't help but let her anxiousness get the better of her. "Now out with it! How did it happen?" She asked both her sister and the pigtailed stud.

Realizing there was no way her big sister was going to let her off the hook, Nabiki decided to just tell her outright. No, not that they had sex in a police station but what brought them to have sex. "Sis, do you remember me telling you about the boy and the Hello Kitty binder?"

A small frown cracking her smile, Kasumi nodded her head, knowing the story all too well. "Yes... I'm still sorry that never worked out for you," she said honestly. She reached a hand out to gently rub her sister's shoulder.

As her sister gently rubbed, Nabiki couldn't help but let off a small chuckle. "Well, fate's been funny more than once lately." The middle Tendo sibling said as she laid her head on Ranma's shoulder.

Noticing the action, Kasumi raised an eyebrow. Again, the gears were pretty quick to turn in her head, causing her to utter, "No way..."

The raven-haired martial artist looked towards the eldest Tendo finally, now sure of himself not to stare at her breasts. "Way," Ranma replies with a low chuckle as Nabiki cuddled up to him. This was rather nice, even with Kasumi in the tub with them.

"Oh my, oh my..." the eldest Tendo girl whispered to herself. Slowly she started to calm from such a surprise and her face was graced with a smile yet again. "If we only knew that before..." she said, trailing off in a small amused giggle.

Sitting back up in the bathtub, Nabiki couldn't help but wonder, "If daddy had any inkling I was sweet on Genma's son back then..." she shook her head; there was no use in dwelling on it. "What's past is past..."

"I am kinda surprised the old man didn't tell yours he was in town..." the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer said seriously. His eyes narrowed as he made his own realization. "Then again he might've been lying low given how we ended up bolting like we did," Ranma deadpanned. Baka oyaji!

"Gonna make a panda rug," Nabiki sing-songed childishly. Oh yes, if they ever managed to get home she was going to make that useless fat fuck's life a living hell as long as he stayed under her roof.

Kasumi couldn't help but laugh at her sister's antics. Oh, she couldn't remember the last time Nabiki was so free-spirited. "Well, while we're here how about we help each other wash up? I promise to behave."

Looking at her sister for a long moment, the girl with the pageboy haircut turned her head to her lover, letting him make the call. "Ranma?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Ranma answered, "As long as everyone behaves..." he took a deep breath. "Because frankly, I need a time out and I got some pokégirls that need this I still owe, don't I?"

"That is true," Kasumi admitted begrudgingly. Smiling happily, she chimed, "Well then, let's get squeaky clean!"

Throwing her head back, the Salusian's laughter filled the space of the garage's confines. "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! IT LIVES! IT LIVES!" Asrial cackled maniacally as she gazed at the Class-A Landmaster RV.

Staring at the supped-up vehicle, Alice was stunned. In no time at all, her Alpha had taken a good seventy-percent of the weapons and ammunitions they discovered, found ways to store them secretly in the RV if they weren't built into it as pop-out weapons and she fashioned some kind of 'power armor' out of scrap, parts and one of the body armor they had gotten from one of the crates.

"Alpha's scarily amazing..." Kiiro cooed in awe.

The Shadowcat nodded her head. "No shit..." Alice agreed numbly.

The Salusian of Imperial Birth continued to giggle in a rather scary fashion. "Heheheh! Oh, I think you girls will like this." Producing her Salusian tri-scanner she brought up a screen and showed it to Alice.

Leaning in to get a look, the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl looked curiously as the small monitor of the Salusian device. "Hey... this is..."

"I asked Ranma if he'd let me download some data from his PokéDex to my tri-scanner," the Salusian explained. "So I got to look up the salvage and contraband laws. I left enough of the stuff for Jolie to confiscate and went through to gather the necessary forms Ranma would need to... well, get away with what I procured so this way neither Ranma nor us will get in trouble." The princess scrunched her features. "I admit, I did tweak some of the listings because..." she shrugged her shoulders. "Well, some stuff I knew we'd never get to walk away with... but this is more than enough for them to have evidence against Team Rocket."

Alice nodded her head as she looked at the tri-scanner, holding it curiously as she thought of just what the Salusian would be having the group take with them.. "So you plan to give us some of these devices to help? How many?"

Looking into the Shadowcat's eyes, Asrial explained, "Well first I want to have everyone try their hand shooting at a target and see who is proficient with what. Then I'll dispense a rifle and pistol per girl and make sure everyone has access to the caches built into the RV." The Salusian considered what all this might entail and scrunched her features in thought. "Maybe we can buy a U-Haul module to attach and drag on the back for extra room to properly store my power armor and even get a mobile gun-lab going."

As she said that, Kiiro looked curiously at the armor Asrial had built... it was sad that it would cover so much of her body but she realized it was meant for safety reasons on part of the wearer... and while the Peekabu knew she'd never want Asrial to get hurt, there was just something about the piece of equipment that bothered her. "You sure this will help you, Alpha Asrial?" She asked with care.

Turning to the Electric-type, Asrial nodded her head at the mouse pokégirl. "It's not the high-grade I'm used to but I'm amazed how well it works. A strength enhancer system that works at a multiplier of five, powered jumping-I couldn't fashion a flight pack with limited gear we had-a full face cover bullet-proof visor with HUD for targeting and pokégirl recognition and I wired hand-control and voice-command interfaces to the systems' wiring and each gun integrated into said armor and the RV will be slave to my controls."

"Wuuuuh?" A very confused Kiiro asked, her eyes swirling as she tried to make heads and tails of all the technical mumbo-jumbo the Salusian was throwing at her.

A sweat-drop trickling down the side of her head, the Shadowcat requested, "Um... could you please simplify that for us Alpha?"

Asrial had the decency to blush. She should've realized there was no way that pokégirls would have the understanding for some of the tech aspects she was throwing their way. "Oh, sorry." She raised her right hand, coughing into her fist. Then, she calmly answered, "In short, I can slap extra guns onto the ports and can fire them with my voice or a trigger interface built into the gloves so I can use two guns in each hand and two shoulder blasters while I have the RV firing off bullets. And while at least two guns could be added on the hips and two by the knees, I'm stick with just adding shoulder-cannons as I can't guarantee the wiring given the scrap I had to use."

Alice just stared at the Salusian with a wary expression. This seemed like more firepower than some police departments had; there was no way it could be legal for them to go toting this all around. "Now... you're positive that this is legal for a pokégirl to wear?" She asked curiously. "While I believe you got the paper-work together you can't sign off on it. You need Master to do it for you."

To the Shadowcat's inquiry, the blonde Salusian nodded her head in understanding and agreement. "Oh I know. I just got it together and researched what was allowed. The power armor's borderline but..." she smirked. "There are no laws saying you can't kit-bash one. The laws in place all just claim you can't make new power armor out of existing power armor parts from a licensed product manufacturer. The base is riot gear with tech fashioned into armor so..." she considered the best way to present this. "It's a legal loophole! I promise I'll go over this with Ranma and he can present this along well as the crates I loaded that we aren't keeping to Officer Jolie so the local law can have a nice crack at Team Rocket."

Considering her Alpha's explanation and deciding to accept it for the time being, the Shadowcat nodded her head. "I have to admit, I am impressed you didn't take everything here. You should've seen how... 'giddy' you were."

"Very scary..." the Electric-type purple-tressed pokégirl added, her ears flattened back in worry. "I've never seen the Alpha act like that. Reminded me of when a Dominatrix sees a wounded pokégirl with a nice rack."

Shrugging her shoulders, Asrial admitted, "Well I was tempted but your argument had some valid points. Plus..." she grinned lightly. "Once the police have the crates we're providing them and they interrogate the jerk-offs who ran this place... Team Rocket is going to have a hole in its wallet. While I doubt it'll do major damage, it may compromise them enough that they'll have to restructure their smuggling rings at the very least, maybe even expose someone high up who's in on it."

"Making the world a better place through small steps?" The Dark/Psychic-type feline pokégirl asked with interest. "That's very noble of you, Alpha Asrial. Qualities I admit are befitting of a pokégirl in your position." She managed a small, mischievous smile as the Salusian made her way to the driver's side of the front cab. "Let's just hope you can keep it up."

Making her way over to the RV, Asrial motioned for them to enter. "I'm no saint but even I can't stand jerk-offs." She smiled with a bit of pride. "Well, we are done ladies. The RV's pimped, everything we need is loaded including those crates; we can't leave them here, especially if those Rockets come looking." Asrial said as she got into the driver's seat. Putting the key into the ignition, she started the engine which hummed to life with ease. "Oooooooooh yeeeeeaaaaaah!" She said with pride.

"Door's shut and sealed!" Kiiro proclaimed from the back as she slammed the side-door shut and hit the hydraulic locking mechanism.

The Salusian was grinning widely. "All right, ladies! Let's roll!" Asrial hit a button for the garage door opener she found and hit the gas pedal to get this show on the road...

Only to have the engine sputter and come to a grinding halt.

Her eyes widening, the look on the woman's face was akin to that of a child being told Christmas was cancelled. She growled in frustration. "Damn it!" She cursed. "I was afraid this could happen..." Asrial groaned, rubbing her face with her right hand.

Sticking her head into the front cabin from the back, the black-furred feline pokégirl asked, "Now what is it?"

Sitting back into the driver's seat, the blonde skunk-girl sighed. "An overload. I need to recalibrate the engine's power output..." she grabbed her hair in aggravation. "Argh! This could take all night to fix!" Letting go of her hair, she looked over her shoulder to the two pokégirls in the back. "You two should go back... or at least you, Alice. Don't you have a Taming soon?"

At being reminded of what was owed to her, Alice smiled quite a bit. "Oh yes I do..." she tilted her head in concern. "But what about you two? You're just gonna stay here?"

"If Alpha Asrial stays, I stay too!" The Peekabu said proudly. Making her way up to the front, she hugged the Salusian around her shoulders, holding her possessively. The mouse pokégirl really had feelings for her Alpha.

Sighing lightly in exasperation, Asrial gently patted Kiiro's head. "We'll be fine, Alice," she reassured her harem-sister. "The engine calibration I can do solo. We have everything loaded, so there's not much else I need you for."

The Shadowcat was torn on such a subject... stay and help give the Alpha protection... or go and get some well-deserved cock?

However, when pokégirl biology was involved, there was no contest. "Well, then I'll see you two when you get back." Alice waved politely before exiting the vehicle and walking out through the open garage door, Asrial pressing the button and shutting it behind her.

Watching as the Shadowcat left, Kiiro turned to look at her Alpha. "Please forgive me, Alpha... but I no want to leave you alone."

"Hey, I'm not objecting," Asrial told her as she kissed the Peekabu's forehead. "You're a good assistant."

Kiiro's eyes lit up at the praise. "Really!?"

Nodding her head, the Royal Salusian firmly replied, "The best! Now help me open the engine cover and then let's bring the engine hauler rig. We'll need to pull the engine halfway out for me to calibrate the new power settings."

Raising her right hand and saluting the skunk-girl, the smiling violet-tressed pokégirl replied, "Aye, aye, ALPHA!" She went off to do as commanded, giddily laughing all the way as her thunderbolt-shaped tail bounced behind her. She loved being a help to her Alpha! The Salusian was just so pretty and nice!

Watching the Peekabu pad off, Asrial just shook her head and smiled good naturedly at the pokégirl's zeal. "Well, let's get cracking," she told herself, turning the key and pulling it out of the ignition. Rolling up her sleeves, the Salusian prepared herself for another late-night.

"Ahh... that was nice," Ranma sighed happily as he started dressing. That bath had been rather relaxing.

Grinning, Kasumi agreed, "A nice hot bath cures what ails you."

The middle Tendo sibling snorted. "I'm still going to be walking funny but I think it will a lot less noticeable now," Nabiki said as she fixed her bra. "Although I am surprised you didn't grill us as intensively I expected, Kasumi."

The eldest of the Tendo girls gave her younger sister a knowing smile. "Oh, even I can take a hint to back off some Nabiki-chan." She then tapped her cheek with her right hand. "Hmm... at this rate we just need Akane to heal and Ranma to finish acquainting himself with the harem and then we'll have the fixings for a wonderful harem orgy."

It was no surprise that Ranma face-faulted at her comment. Still, Nabiki held onto her wits better, settling for palming her face. "Sis, you scare me sometimes. Like now for instance."

In response, Kasumi just smiled. Whether it was a joke or if she had meant every word was left to ambiguity.

Managing to push himself from off the ground, Ranma politely declined. "Kasumi... I don't know if I'll be ready for a full-out orgy with everyone... especially since I think Akane would KILL me..."

"Oh no worries," Kasumi assured him. "I'd never instigate such a thing if that was an issue. We're still easing Akane into this world so it will be a long time before I even bring such a subject up to her if ever."

Although he was sure that the girl probably would the first chance she got, Ranma replied, "Good, good." It was best if he ignored it for now. After all, ignorance was bliss and it had been a tool of survival when he was younger... even if a lot of it came back to bite him in the ass a decade down the road.

Looking at Ranma, the eldest Tendo continued. "Speaking of which, you may want to see how Akane is, even if it's only just to say hi before you get busy again."

"She has a point," Nabiki agreed with her sister. "A good way to keep our baby sis from blowing a gasket and both of you to work on not pissing each other off is to have constant interaction and learning to curb your tongues." Such might attract attention they didn't need and in a world that seemed to crack down on women's rights... she really didn't want to see anything bad happen to her sister.

Nodding his head, the pigtailed martial artist replied, "You have a point." Looking around the bathroom, he asked, "Has anyone seen a pair of pants? I want to talk to Akane but..." he motioned to how he was standing in his shirt and boxers.

Kasumi smiled. "I believe you have an extra pair in the bedroom. You go on and get dressed fully there and go off to see Akane." Raising her hands, she clapped them to make sure she had his attention. "No off with you, chop-chop!"

"Okay, okay..." Ranma grumbled as he made his way out of the bathroom. "I'm off, I'm off... just wanted to know where my pants went to." He said as the bathroom door closed behind him.

When the door had closed shut, the girl with the pageboy haircut turned to her older sister. "You're enjoying yourself aren't you?" Nabiki asked, her tone conveying a hint of amusement.

Grinning widely, all Kasumi could answer was, "Ooooh yes!"

Meanwhile as the two Tendo sisters continued to talk, Ranma found the bedroom and duffel bag which had an extra pair of pants. Slipping them on, the pigtailed martial artist looked himself over in a mirror for a moment, making sure nothing was out of place; he didn't want to set Akane off, especially in the condition she was in. "All right, I'm presentable. Time to go see how the tomboy is doing," he said as he made his way to her room.

However, he stopped outside the door and winced as he heard her scream "You dowhat with what!?"

"It's really simple dear. Plus, it can drive the right kind of pokégirl nuts," he could hear Cyan motherly lecture. "And it can be turned around and used on Master if you wanted... purr!"

Ranma frowned. That did not sound reassuring.

"I... I'd never do that with a boy!" Akane's voice echoed from her side of the closed door.

"Oh so you prefer pokégirls?" Was the question the Cheetit's voice conveyed with curiousness.

"I don't prefer regular girls or pokégirls!"

There was silence for a long pause. "...Poor thing... what sort of parent let you become so sexually repressed?"

"I AM NOT SEXUALLY REPRESSED!" Akane's roar echoed into the hallway, despite the closed door.

"Yep, sexually repressed all right..."

Deciding to save his poor Cheetit from pissing off Akane to the point where she'd try something stupid, Ranma went to intervene. He rapped on the closed door with the knuckles of his right hand as he called out, "Knock, knock!"

"Oh Master!" The Cheetit squealed in delight. Without hesitation, the door was opened, the feline with spotted gold fur smiling happily at him. "Welcome back!"

Staring at the sight of the pokégirl fawning over Ranma, Akane twitched, still unhappy to hear someone call him 'master'... but surprisingly, she managed to bite her tongue for now. "You're back. How'd the shopping go?"

Stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, Ranma replied, "Pretty good I'd say. The stuff we had to do at the police station turned out... well..." he coughed into his hand, trying to fight down a blush and barely succeeding.

Nodding her head, the youngest of the Tendo sister replied, "Well that's good..." her eye twitched. "As for me the... girls here are... telling me all this... stuff." She was pretty sure her eye was twitching at least once every two seconds. She couldn't believe the crap these girls allowed to have done to them... and worse, that they enjoyed it!

At the look her Tamer gave her, the Cheetit explained, "I was just pointing out some techniques I know that are pleasurable for keeping a pokégirl happy and ways it can be used with a Tamer."

Needless to say, Ranma sweat-dropped. He could just imagine what 'insight' the pokégirl had to share. "We appreciate it Cyan, it's just... eh... ah..." he trailed off, trying to think of some way to politely explain that-

"I'm a sexually repressed tomboy, huh?" Akane snorted in annoyance.

The pigtailed martial artist turned his head to stare at Akane. "I didn't say that!" Ranma snapped. "Don't go puttin' words into my mouth!" He wouldn't have room for his foot otherwise.

"You were thinking it!" The youngest Tendo snapped right back.

Blinking his eyes once, twice, the raven-haired martial artist couldn't help but admit, "I was..." he sighed. "Damn it! Do we always gotta do this?" He asked her seriously, just exasperated at how easily they could fall into such a routine without one of the others around.

Surprising to Ranma, his erstwhile fiancée had the decency to blush. "...Sorry," Akane apologized, looking down at her hands.

"...Same here," the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer finally said after a pause. Damn, this was awkward. Here he was, trying to get along better with Akane and he had no clue where to start! "Uh... can I get'cha anything?" He finally managed to think to ask.

Considering his request, Akane had to reply, "No... but can we..." she frowned. "Can we talk in private?"

Turning his head to face his pokégirl, Ramma looked to Cyan pleadingly.

The feline pokégirl nodded her head in understanding. "I'll go see Mistresses Kasumi and Nabiki..." she said as she stood up from her seat. "Perhaps they would like to hear what I have to share."

Chuckling nervously, Ranma replied, "Uh... maybe." Left unsaid was that he was pretty certain Kasumi would. That was what scared him. When she'd left the room, the pigtailed teenager pulled the vacated seat up next to Akane's bed and sat down. "So... what's up?"

The girl stared into Ranma's blue eyes with her own brown ones. "We're stuck here aren't we? We won't be going home?"

The raven-haired martial artist winced. He wanted to lie to her, to give her some hope... but that wouldn't be right. "For now it seems that way. That's why we gotta adapt," Ranma admitted to her. "I know it seems... crazy but you get used to it and..." he chuckled nervously. "It's not so bad once you start to get a feel for how things go here." Kami-sama knew he was getting a good 'feel' of women here and there.

The bed-ridden girl was quiet for a long time. Finally, she could bring herself to ask, "How can you handle it? You were... as sex-phobic as me and..." she tried to think of how to put this. "Well, look at you... you're handling this so well." Akane then muttered to herself, "Then again you're good at adapting."

"With martial arts," Ranma told her, and pointing out that he caught that last bit. "I'm still playing this by ear. Hell, the girls are leading the show and even Kasumi's embraced it better than any of us."

"That's... a fact..." Akane admitted, a sweat-drop trickling down the side of her head. She didn't believe Kasumi of all people could be so... perverted! Still she was seeing it with her own eyes and it was difficult to deny what she saw.

The pigtailed martial artist sighed in defeat. This wasn't going to be easy to say but he had to give it a shot. "Akane, listen... I know this is... weird as hell but… if we pull together we can survive at least." He managed to give her a smile. "We have friends to help us. All of us gotta make a sacrifice or two..." he winced. "My pride's been at high and low since we got here, you just... have to roll with it."

The young woman sighed as well. He had a point and she knew it. It was just so difficult to accept the way things were. "I know what you mean Ranma but..." she winced, trying to keep her cool during the conversation as well. "I just... I'm going into this less than I should be..." she groaned as she looked down. "I chased you and paid for it. I'm on pain-relievers right now but there is a lot of pain with my new tissues... and organ..."

Understanding all too well, Ranma nodded and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "Well Akane, I'm no saint either. Even I tried to fight those things and got my butt half-handed to me... it was pure luck we all didn't end up dead..." he slowly brought his hand down to pat her hand.

Akane stared down at her fiancé's hand for a long time. "Ranma... you're having sex with those pokégirls, right?"

The question made Ranma freeze up for a second. He realized it was damned if he did, damned if he didn't. It was best just to come clean. "I... yeah, Akane... I have to."

Gripping at her bed-sheets, the youngest Tendo was fighting down both anger and the growing blush on her face. "I understand..." she finally said after a long pause. "Kasumi told me... it's..." she let off a deep sigh. "I can't believe it... but..."

"I know," Ranma agreed, knowing the confusion she felt all too well. "This world seems like a sexist male paradise, huh?" He grumbled, imagining someone like that ass Kuno or Mikado or to an extent, Mousse thriving here. "I'm not too happy either but we all gotta... just roll with it." He looked to Akane, making sure he had he attention. "It's especially dangerous for you and your sisters, seeing as even as pure human women's rights are so limited." He reached out and placed a hand over hers. "I promise I'll do my best to protect us all..."

Looking down at his hand holding hers, Akane couldn't help but give him a soft smile in return. "That's just like you, making promises to ease a girl's mind." She said with her wan smile. "But it's good to hear it. Thank you."

Ranma tried to return her a smile, so unused to Akane being so... open and... honest with him. "Don't mention it, Akane. I'm speakin' the truth here. I'll protect you and the others; I promise. I have to." He frowned a bit more. "I hope you're not upset about us also having to take a side-trip but it's important to Asrial. We gotta save her friends somehow."

"We're martial artists," Akane replied without hesitation. "Saving people in need is part of the code, right?" She may have sucked at practicing martial arts but she knew the code by heart. She just had a small problem with following it a hundred percent of the time thanks to her anger management issues.

Now the pigtailed martial artist could smile. "Yes it is!" He proclaimed, glad her mirth was returning.

Taking a deep breath, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts was quiet for a long pause, neither she nor Ranma able to think of anything to say. Still, there was one thing that was bothering her and she couldn't let it go, despite how she felt. "...Ranma?"

Blinking his eyes, Ranma replied, "Yeah, Akane?"

A blush erupted on the young woman's delicate features. "Before all this, did you ever think about sex?"

That in turn got Akane's fiancé blushing. "Uh... well..." he brought a hand up to the side of his head, scratching. "Sometimes but... I couldn't."

Raising an eyebrow, the bedridden girl inquired, "Why not?"

"If I gave any inclination towards such, it would give certain people the wrong ideas," Ranma said seriously, looking at her in the eyes so she didn't get the wrong idea herself... again. "Plus I had enough T&A thrown my way, it's... well..." he paused a moment to think of how to put it so she could understand, sohe could understand himself. "You just learn to tune it out... more like an instinct to run at the first sign of exposed cleavage, I guess."

Despite herself, Akane giggled as she recalled a lot of Shampoo's suggestive glomping, dress, and posturing. "I see..." she let off a deep sight. "And to think I called you a pervert all those times."

"Oh sometimes you were on the money," Ranma admitted, turning away from Akane as his face turned a shade of crimson that matched his female form's hair. "But I was just thinking it, not acting on it like Happosai." He finally turned back to her and admitted in embarrassment, "And didn't help that I wound up crashing, falling into or grabbing girls..."

"Or girls blowing their tops about the wrong ideas..." Akane admitted herself, a bit ashamed of how she'd been. Getting almost killed by a spider-woman due to one's actions could help put a lot of things in perspective.

Staring at his fiancée for a moment, Ranma couldn't help but let off a small sight. "Looking back, sometimes you couldn't help but get the wrong idea." His shoulder slumped as he admitted, "And I know my macho attitude didn't help any. It's all I really had as a defense besides insulting people and... well, we see how THAT went..."

The youngest Tendo was quiet for a moment. "Okay, I think we've established that we're imperfect jerks to each other," Akane said with a small sigh. She considered herself a martial artist, damn it! It was amazing how not having an engagement shoved down her throat every ten minutes could allow her to step back and really take a look at the situation... and she couldn't believe she let herself get so... bad!

"Yeah..." the pigtailed martial artist agreed. "So how about you?" He finally asked, wanting to change the direction their conversation had been going.

Blinking her eyes, the young woman replied, "Me?"

Nodding his head, Ranma firmly replied, "Yeah. You ever think about sex?"

Now it was Akane that was blushing the shade of a tomato. "...Sometimes..." she squeaked out. "I, uh..." she fidgeted in bed for a moment. "I'd get hot and bothered and... well have some fun in the bath."

Despite how honest and serious as his fiancée was being with him, Ranma couldn't help but chuckle a little. "So Akane isn't as repressed as we think..." he said almost whimsically. That was a good thing as it meant she might have what it took to successfully adapt to this world sooner than later.

Now Akane was finally getting a little annoyed. "Oh... be quiet!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

It was then that Ranma had a baaaaaaad thought. Nervously, he asked, "Uh... Akane? You never... you know... got any kinda... 'release' with your pet pig in the room, did you?"

"OH, HELL NO!" The Heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes shrieked before shuddering in disgust. "I mean... EWW! Yes, P-Chan's a pig but even I know better than to be indecent like that!"

Ranma let off a sigh of relief. "Ah... just checking."

Raising an eyebrow at how her fiancé seemed so relieved, Akane wondered, "Why did you ask?"

Pausing for a moment to come up with a good excuse, (as for some reason even unbeknownst to him, he STILL felt like upholding that promise to Ryoga) the pigtailed martial artist finally replied, "...Curiosity?"

Akane blinked her eyes once, twice. "You're weird sometimes."

Chuckling nervously, Ranma scratched the side of his head as he agreed, "Yeah..."

The woman blushed a bit as she remembered something concerning her pet. "Although I admit... I'd sometimes tell P-Chan some of my dirty thoughts just to get them off my chest." Her blush deepened. "I swear, it was like he understood. He'd go red in his little black face and sometimes blood would come out his nose."

Biting his lower lip, Ranma tried not to laugh, he really did. However the laughter still found a way past his lips. Oh, he could just picture the look on that little porcine prick's face!

Surprised by how the pigtailed teen was just laughing, Akane demanded to know, "Wuh-what? What's wrong with that?" She was trying to keep a hold on her temper but she felt like he was making fun of her!

Finally managing to get a hold of himself, Ranma answered, "N-nothing just... it's amusing!" "HA! Take that, Ryoga!"

Crossing her arms over her chest, Akane huffed and pouted in annoyance. She didn't see what was so amusing about it! "Well then tell me this! What about you?"

Considering her request, Ranma just shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I had a few thoughts... but I'd better not say."

Raising an eyebrow at him, the youngest Tendo demanded to know, "What?" She lowered her arms from in front of her. "Come on, now I'm curious!"

Again, the Heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts shrugged his shoulders. "You asked for it," he said, hoping she wouldn't get pissed. "It involved you, Ucchan, Shampoo and your sisters... a lot of whipped cream, chocolate pudding and me feeling like the luckiest bastard in the world."

Akane stared at Ranma with wide eyes. "Wow... that is something." Although she wasn't surprised in the least that food was involved.

"You're not... offended?" Ranma asked curiously, genuinely surprised she wasn't calling for his castration and hanging... not necessarily in that order.

Meeting her fiancé's gaze with her own, the youngest Tendo honestly told him, "Ranma I once had a fantasy you and Ryoga tag-teamed me. How's that sound?"

Blinking his eyes once, twice, all Ranma could say was, "...Damn..."

Blushing a little, Akane gave him a firm nod of her head. "Yeah."

After a long pause in conversation, Ranma finally managed to mutter, "Man we are pervs..."

"Mmmhmm," The youngest Tendo admitted. She shook her head and asked him, "I really was hard on you, huh?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Ranma, (*gasp*) politely replied, "A bit."

The youngest Tendo nodded in understanding. "Well, I guess I better curb myself..." she said as she stretched her arms, trying to loosen up her body some. "I just wish I could get out of this bed... it's so... frustrating!"

Nodding his head, Ranma told her, "I feel for you." He really did. For him, being confined in any way was pure hell.

However, before their conversation could continue, there was a knock at the door. Turning to look over his shoulder, Ranma called out, "Yes? Come in!"

Given a go-ahead, a NurseJoy opened the door and poked her head in. "It's time for Miss Tendo's sponge-bath!"

"Oh," Ranma replied and started to get up from his chair. Then I guess I should get going..."

The nursing pokégirl gave Ranma an innocent smile. "Really? Are you sure you wouldn't like to help?" The NurseJoy asked innocently... a little too innocently.

Her face blushing as red as a CharAmanda, the youngest Tendo was quick to respond, "N-no! That's okay! Really! Ranma has stuff he has to do." She looked at him with a serious gaze. "Don't you?"

Nodding his head, Ranma was quick to pick up on the woman's meaning. "Uh y-yes... yes I do!" He exclaimed frantically. "Maybe next time!" He added as he fully got up from his chair. Stretching a bit, he made his way to the door and called back, "Later Akane!"

Waving at his retreating form, Akane called back, "Luh-later!"

Exiting the room quickly, Ranma closed the door behind him. Pressing his back against it and taking a deep breath, the pigtailed martial artist blinked his eyes as he caught the sound of snickering. Turning his head, he spotted the two elder Tendo sisters at the end of the hall, staring at him with big grins. "Oh... be quiet."

"Aww..." Nabiki called out, not missing an opportunity to tease him. "Turning down a chance to bath Akane?"

Blushing, Ranma told her, "T-too soon!"

Considering his feeling, Kasumi turned to look at her sister. "He has a point Nabiki-chan," she said seriously. "Plus he has other things to do."

Nabiki rolled her eyes. "I know... but..." she smiled a little. "It's just so easy to tease him now. I can't help it."

"Oh of course," the eldest Tendo whole-heartedly agreed.

At both sisters laughing at his expense, Ranma sighed in defeat. "Okay, okay... I know I'm a easy target..." he grumbled in annoyance. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the raven-haired teenager looked up at his female compatriots. "So what's the agenda?"

It was then a very sensual voice purred in his ear. "Oh, I think a Taming sounds good about now..."

Startled for a moment, Ranma quickly turned about... and relaxed when he saw it was a very familiar feline pokégirl. "Oh, Alice! Welcome back!" He greeted. He looked down the hall past her and seeing no one else, asked, "Where are the others?"

Shrugging her shoulders, the Shadowcat explained, "Alpha Asrial and Kiiro are still at the garage. They're pulling a late night to tweak the final bugs out of the RV upgrades. They ought to be back tonight or first thing in the morning."

Ranma blinked his eyes in surprise. "Wait! They're out there? ALONE!?" He was looking very worried. "We gotta go get them!" He shouted in agitation. He remembered what happened the LAST time Asrial had gone off alone!

Raising her hands, the Shadowcat tried to ease his worries. "Relax, Master..." the feline pokégirl told him. "They'll be fine. They're alone at the garage and it's closed off to the public with police tape and a small barricade. No one's going to be walking in on them." She managed a mysterious smirk. "Trust me, if someone DID walk in on them they'd be fucked... and not in the oh-so-nice-Taming way."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, the pigtailed martial artist asked, "What do you mean?"

"Let's just say... our Alpha's got my respect in a new fashion," Alice replied mysteriously. "But now then Master..." she said, changing the subject. "I believe a Taming would be nice. If you want to drag Cyan in too, that'd be oh so lovely."

Surprising even the Shadowcat, the other feline pokégirl chimed in from behind her, "I'd love to do that but I want to do something else first if it's okay."

"Oh, Cyan-chan," Kasumi greeted her. She didn't remember the Cheetit being there before; she moved quite fast when she wanted to. It kind of reminded her how Cassandra could pop up now and again...

The Dark/Psychic-type just stared at her feline compatriot. "What 'something else'!?" She practically roared like a Lioness. "What could be more important than Taming?" Alice demanded to know.

Grinning like a Cheshire, Cyan was more than happy to answer, "Why, a fashion show!"

Putting the Scootie Jr. into the parking gear, Jeremy looked to the front passenger's seat where the adapted Master Pokéball sat and let off a heavy sigh. Oh how the hell was he going to break the news to Assrial? He knew his Skunkette was looking forward to taking a trip soon but... this was not going to be what she expected.

"I just hope I can explain this before she blows a gasket... maybe I ought to empathize it's Steamhead's fault..." he mumbled to himself. Undoing his seat-belt and opening the door, the male Feeble stepped out of the lightly armored Truck Camper and made his way to the front door of his home; a modest one-story ranch on the Southwestern edge of Douschiabag; nice beach-front property. With some trepidation, he knocked on the door.

The door swung open and a familiar form lunged at him in a flying glomp. "MASTER JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMIIIEEEEEEEEE!"

Falling back into the grass growing in the sandy soil around his home, the goateed man had the wind knocked out of him. "H-hey Assrial. You're excited today..." he acknowledged with how his sexy Skunkette was straddling him after knocking him flat on his back.

"Yes I am!" The Skunkette happily chirruped. "Are we ready for the trip now? Are we, are we!?" The happy pokégirl squealed in delight. "Oh I can't wait to take the Crawler out and-"

"We don't have the Crawler," Jeremy blurted out. Assrial was excitable and sometimes the only way to get his point across was to be blunt. He just hoped such didn't make for an ass-kicking.

The sound of a record scratching could be heard in the Normal/Poison-type's mind. There was a long pause between the two before Assrial finally blurted out, "What!?"

Chuckling nervously as his pokégirl was gripping at handfuls of his shirt tightly in her fists, the lab assistant pathetically explained, "Uh... there was... an accident at Prof. Steamheads..."

The Skunkette's happy and bubbly demeanor popped. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?" She shouted. That damned Pokégirl Researcher could bring out the worst in her; she didn't know why her loving Master would even spend any time around him.

Wincing, Jeremy told her, "The jackass decided he needed the armored shielding the Crawler had for an experiment and took my vehicle apart without asking me." He sighed. "And since he needs us to take care of an important errand... he's provided us with an alternate set of wheels."

Slowly, Assrial raised her gaze and eyed said wheels. "…No..." she stated firmly. "NononononoNO! We are going back and DEMANDING HE REPAIRS OUR RIDE OR HIS ASS IS MINE!"

That made the man wince, it was always a terrifying sight to see his pokégirl upset. "Assrial, while I would firmly agree with you in this situation... the problem is we don't have the time for him to make repairs..." he sighed. "We've got to get a certain device of his to One Island and chuck it into Mt. Ember before it breaks free of its containment unit..." he gulped. "If we don't, the whole League is screwed."

Staring at her owner for a long, long time, the slightly chubby Skunkette finally replied, "He owes us... he owes us an all expenses-paid vacation to the best resort on the planet!"

Nodding his head firmly, Jeremy told her, "Yes, I agree!" Didn't mean it would happen but he could at least keep her thoughts off of killing him instead!

Letting go of her lover's clothes, Assrial sighed. A small, devious smile playing across her lips, she added, "And then we beat his ass."

"Agreed again!" The male Feeble chimed in. At least THAT could happen.

Continuing to straddle her master's lap, the Skunkette let off a depressed sigh. "I'm unhappy but not at you, Master... man, is my mood's ruined..."

The man sighed, understanding all to well how his pokégirl felt. "I'm sorry, Assrial..." he said as he sat up and hugged his pokégirl, the only one he kept after he retired from being a Tamer. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

Assrial churred and cuddled her owner. "I know you will. It's not your fault..." she said as her eyes slowly narrowed. "Stupid mad scientist researchers..." she grumbled.

"Thanks for understanding, Assrial..." the man said in all honesty. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "We better get up; we have some work to do. We need to get packed and close up the house. Maybe I should give Ricky a call and ask him to do some house-sitting?"

Snorting, the Skunkette replied, "As long as he and his pokégirls don't get into my toy collection or our cosplay costumes!" That stuff was expensive!

Memories of what such costumes entailed made Jeremy smile a perverted little grin. "I know what you mean. You look so sexy in the 'soldier uniform' and 'pirate gear'..." he told her as he hugged her tighter, hands gently squeezing her truly ba-donka-donk booty. He loved how she had so much junk in her trunk... with an ass like her's it really hid the fact she had 'love handles'."

Returning her master's grin, the skunk-like pokégirl replied, "Arrr! And you look dashing in that Harlock outfit or the space racer," she cooed happily, wiggling her ass as she nibbled on his neck, feeling some playfulness and a bit of her good mood slowly returning.

"Ahhh..." Jeremy sighed at the pleasant feelings of his pokégirl getting back into a certain 'mood'. "As much as I'd like to Tame you right now, we have some import stuff to do." Damn it was hard to say no to those gyrating hips of hers.

Giving her master a most adorable pout, the Skunkette replied, "Pooh!" Shaking her head, she relented, "Okay. I'll start loading, you call your brother..." she grinned as a sudden thought hit her. "And if you interrupt him having sex, laugh at his sorry ass because it's about time we interrupted him!"

To that, Jeremy couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, you got that one right!" He stretched his arms out a little. "Hard to believe the shrimp is already looking to compete in the Indigo Championships next year... seems like only yesterday he started HIS Journey..."

Giggling a little, Assrial nodded her head. "True, true... and boy, what a harem he assembled of some of the girls he's acquired..." she began to smile in a most naughty fashion. "It seems he shared his brothers Skunette fetish."

"Yeah but Solora's more of a handful than you," Jeremy told her. "While you're my sweet Skunkette that does her best to please me... that blue-tressed memphite-like girl can be a bit of a bitch!"

Nodding her head in agreement, Assrial allowed, "She can but she's gotten better. The first time we met her, I was going to kill her bitchy ass! This last time we saw her..." she shrugged her shoulders. "She's mellowed."

Nodding his head, the lab assistant to Professor Steamhead replied, "True. Still, I worry that my brother got too many strong-willed pokégirls. Not that their wills a problem, it's just..."

"I know what'cha mean," Assrial said. "Too many strong heads butt too-often." The Thousand Gods knew how many tiffs she had with May when that Neo Iczel had been part of Jeremy's harem. That was the only Harem-sister the Skunkette didn't mind saying goodbye to.

Jeremy firmly nodded his head. "A Battle Skunkette, two Kunoichi, a Dark Kitsune, a Neo Iczel and an Assassara. Ricky's got some power in his harem but I get the feeling it's going to bite him in the ass eventually... but it's his choice." He sighed as he stood up. "Well, I better quit putting off this phone-call. I was serious when I said that we do need to get going as soon as possible..." he said as he looked towards the Class-D Scootie Jr. Truck Camper. He shuddered at the memories of that blood-thirsty creation of Steamhead's. It was inhuman!

Lina Inverse, sorceress, Dragon Spooker, Bandit Killer and dimensional displaced human, sighed as she read her newest e-mail. There was nothing really exciting about her messages. Two scams, one invite to join what was obviously a Ponzi scheme, three emails about 'natural male enhancement—you'd think these guys wouldn't send them to female Tamers—one invite to a tournament in the Sunshine League—they always have a good bit of prize money, might be worth it to take a look—and a few invites from male Tamers for a 'night out'.

Like I'm going to give those creeps the time of day, she snorted. Nearly every male she encountered in this dimension seemed to only have one thing on there mind: get into her panties.

On the bright side, she got plenty of practice with her Fireball spell—on both guys who tried something and guys who grumbled about her bust size.

It had been over two years she had been stuck on this world, somehow brought to it against her will and without her friends. Most of her spells that called on the Dark Lord or his generals were useless. Beings that apparently 'Mazoku' here were types of astral girls, she wasn't about to start calling their names.

So she tried to use the names of what this world referred to as 'beings of power'. And since so few of those 'Legendaries' were magic-attributes, she tried the first one she came across in her research.

Apparently, spells that called on Hild's power were almost as destructive as if she was summoning power from the Lord of Nightmares—whose name also didn't work here, making Lina worry just how far she was from her own dimension, since everything was supposed to come from the Sea of Chaos.

But she had done pretty well for herself. She'd amassed a small fortune, dealt with a few pokégirls that were apparently as dangerous as say … well, her. Fame was hers, there was no Sorcerer's Guild to demand money from her, ran across some magical pokégirls who shared what spells they knew…

Okay, so maybe she was a little teeny-tiny bit interested in the rumor that some scientist had come up with a way to naturally 'enhance' a woman's body. Surely her friends wouldn't begrudge her hanging around long enough to acquire that bit of help.

And if she could use it back on her own world… "BWA HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Are you okay, Mistress?" came a feminine voice. "You were laughing maniacally again."

"Eep!" squeaked Lina, as she looked up to her assembled pokégirls.

During her travels to rare places, she had come across equally rare pokégirls. You know, when I said back home that I liked eating dragon; I didn't think Fate would be such a fucker about it.

And it was true. One of her most famous attributes in this world was the fact she had a harem filled with Dragon-type pokégirls. One had joined up after watching her practice a spell that was the Hild-powered equivalent of a Dragon Slave—which was good considering that particular pokégirl had a bounty on her head and the recipient of the attack had an even bigger bounty on theirs.

To the world, they were 'Lina's Treasures'. There was her Alpha Ruby, a Flarebra. Next was a Dragonqueen named Sapphire, a Dragoness named Diamond, a Warvern named Emerald, a Bramage named Pearl, and a Medra named Platinum. It was rare to have more than one Dragon-type in your harem, let alone six with such power.

"Just thinking a bit," chuckled Lina nervously. The last thing she wanted to spread around was the fact she felt underdeveloped, let alone to girls who were more developed than her.

"Would you like to join us at our table, Mistress?" asked Ruby. "The Nurse Joys are preparing to bring out our meal. And we do need to discuss the upcoming battle."

"Nah, no sense in planning anything until we see them fight tomorrow." She was interested in the battle. She'd never heard much about Kane Blueriver. But the man had a varied harem, including a powerful Cabbit named Canal. He was going against a female Tamer named of all things Queen Emeraldas. There was a rumor the woman had even named a Cabbit on her own harem the same name as she had.Man, and people say I have a bloated ego! "Besides, these two are supposed to be pretty good, so we'll find out a lot about them tomorrow during their match.

"Until then: eat, drink, and be merry!"

"But you really should join us!" spoke Pearl. "We fight together, we celebrate together!"

Translation: we want to get you liquored up to get some Taming.

"I'll be over there in a bit," she nervously waved off. "I just got to finish checking some things and I'll be right over."

"Do hurry, Mistress," said Ruby, bowing slightly. "You know we cannot hold your food for too long."

Eyes wide, Lina nodded and turned back to the PokéDex's mail program, wishing to finish quickly so she could eat as well. It was nice that this world had places where you could sleep and eat all you could handle for free… for just the tiny price of having sex-crazed girls with you and ensuring they got regular doses of sex.

That alone had taken some getting used too. Despite what people at the Academy had thought, she and Naga had not been 'like that'. Okay, so the girl would get drunk at times and Lina would wake up with her top missing and one of Naga's rings in her panties. That didn't mean anything. Maybe she had just gotten hot during the night and robbed her dorm-mate.

Seriously.

What? You don't believe her? Wanna explain? Nope, didn't think so.

Quickly deleting the junk mail, she went to the last screen, one that listed any news events with words she had preprogrammed it to search for. Most Tamers used this to trace down news about pokégirls they were looking for, locations of rivals, or for news about family and such.

It was also a reason Lina was studying technology as much as the local magic. If she could take back even a small fraction of what they had here and 'discover' it on her world, she'd be even more famous and powerful!

She almost lapsed into her maniacal laugh once again when a story's headline reached her eyes. Tapping a few buttons, she brought up the full story.

Tamer Missing Two Years Found! Ranma Saotome: "I didn't know I was missing." Today, local officials received a shock when missing Tamer Ranma Saotome wandered out of Buggy Woods. Files had listed Mr. Saotome as missing and presumed dead after his visit to the Jusenkyo Spell Dump (click here for articles on 'Stupidity and Jusenkyo: When Will Tamers Stay Away' or on'Jusenkyo Spell Dump: Suicide or Stupidity'). Sources at the time made this determination from finding the trail of Ranma Saotome and his father, Genma Saotome, entering the forbidden grounds. A search by a local Tamer revealed only the duo's backpacks. No sign of either male or their harem had been found.

No further search was conducted. According to Officer Mike Slagsby: "I ain't stupid or paid enough to go traipsing around that damned cursed place. And the damned Head Office won't send us enough rope, cameras, or bunny-types to go in there and look for them."

That changed yesterday.

From reports filed by an Officer Jenny, Ranma Saotome somehow arrived in Buggy Woods accompanied by three human females (names unknown at this time) and a Skunkette pokégirl. At which point they were attacked by three Tamers…

Lina paused at that. Ranma was back! True, she had only known the teen for six months before he disappeared, but that had been a great six months—aside from the odd looks he gave her when they talked sometimes. It was like he wasn't hearing her stories right half the time. Hell, if she couldn't make it back home, she had been hoping to get him to journey with her—assuming she could arrange an accident to keep his annoying old man out of the picture long enough for them to make a break for it.

AND THE BASTARD DIDN'T EVEN THINK TO SEND ME A MESSAGE TO TELL ME HE WAS OKAY!

According to the local Nurse Joys at Pewtit, Ranma did not get away from Jusenkyo free and clear.

"Mr. Saotome seems to be suffering from acute amnesia. While he remembers bits and pieces of his old life, most of his knowledge is a complete blank."

"Okay, I forgot… a lot," admitted Mr. Saotome. "Hell, I ain't even sure how I got in those Woods. I'm just glad we made it out okay."

When asked if he planned to continue his Taming career, Mr. Saotome simply responded he would know more after a human girl he was with was out of immediate danger and healed enough to travel.

Lina's glass shattered in her hand. That jackass was with other girls!?

Okay, it wasn't like they had agreed to get married or anything. But still, he lost his memories and then shacked up with some group of sluts?

At least he came back without that bastard Genma, she sighed, as she opened up the mail program once more. Locating Ranma's PokéDex Mail Address, she began typing.

Dear Saotome,

What the hell? You go missing and when you get back, you can't check your contact list and send me a message! Do you know how pissed I was to hear—

…you were back from reading a news bulletin?

"Miss Lina?"

Blinking as she tried to contain her anger, Lina Inverse, Magical Pokégirl Tamer extraordinaire, heir to the Mana Gym in Blue League—if her sister didn't take it first, looked at one of her harem. "Yeah, Amelia?"

"Are you okay, Miss Lina?" asked the Kamichu. "You seemed really angry there for a moment."

"Oh, just found out some bad news," waved off the Pokégirl Tamer.

"It isn't about the match tomorrow between Naga the White Serpent and Sexmaster Fibrizo is it?"

"Nah," waved off Lina. She had the day off tomorrow, as it was another elimination match before her turn was up. She'd either have to face the self-declared Sexmaster, a small teen with obvious delusions of grandeur, or her rival/former lover. And despite what her name implied, Naga neither dressed in white—it was barely able to be called a bikini—nor did she have any serpent pokégirls in her harem or her bloodline. Her harem was mostly filled with Celestial pokégirls, as opposed to Fibrizo's, which was predominantly Infernals. It promised to be a good match in the Amethyst League Tournament in Ream.

"Don't worry, Miss Lina," proclaimed Amelia, taking a noticeable stance. "I promise, even if we must face my sister in the area of battle, we shall do so with Honor and Justice on our side. I shall give it my all, trying my best, and never giving—MMPH!"

"Excuse us," said the purple-haired form of Xellos, Lina's Mazouku pokégirl. "Time for a girl-chat," she smiled, as she dragged the struggling—and for some reason, still trying to give her speech—pokégirl away.

"Is she going to be okay?" asked Gally, Lina's Alpha Tatmon.

"Xellos won't kill her," said Zel, a G-Spliced Galem and an Infernal Lina had yet to figure out, as she sipped her tea. "Suffocate her until she's out cold maybe, but never kill her.

Standing up, Filia, a Shrine Priestess pokégirl, pulled a large mace from her garter and grabbed the Enchantress sitting next to her. "Come on, Martina. I'll be darned if I'm going to let that piece of garbage hurt poor innocent Amelia."

"But I was almost finished with making dinner for Mistress Lina!" pouted Martina, as she was dragged off.

Sighing heavily, Zel stood up. "I guess I'll finish it. Thousand Gods know we can't let Gally touch it."

"Touch what?" asked the blond Alpha, scratching the top of her head.

Sulking slightly, the G-Splice continued with finishing their meal.

Giggling lightly, Lina returned to the PokéDex and her letter. She had been devastated when she had learned the pigtailed Tamer was missing. She had formed such a bond with him all those years ago. And privately, she would admit that she wouldn't have minded marrying him, settling down, getting the permits to keep all their pokégirls, maybe open a ranch or a dual-gym: magic and fighting based.

Though he did seem to have a confused look on his face when they met, as if what she was saying was the opposite of what he expected.

And now he was back and hadn't even bothered to write her. I thought we meant more to each other than that, groused the magic-girl Tamer.

Focusing on her thoughts again, she started back on that letter. Loss of memory was no excuse to not tell a love interest you were alive, let alone go traipsing about with three human girls.

Xellos looked through the window, across the street, hidden from the Shrine Priestess and Enchantress as they tried to get the hogtied Kamichu from a nearby tree. The news that had startled Lina enough was easy enough for the Mazouku to learn—Lina never noticed someone reading over her shoulder. It seems as if Mister Saotome has returned. My, this does present a chance for some chaos.

Smiling, she recalled her last orders from Hild about the boy: under no circumstances was the boy to discover that there were in fact two Lina Inverses on this world.

That order had left a lot of play for the Mazouku to use. Sure, she couldn't allow all three to find out about that fact, but it did allow her to manipulate circumstances for Saotome to meet both in the same city. Of course, the poor boy probably thought Lina either had split personalities or his hearing was going. Ah, such fun.

And now the boy was back. I suppose I can look forward to a summons from Hild-sama soon. She always did take a strange interest in the lives of the Saotome boy and the Linas.

Oh, this does promise to be such fun! She knew without a doubt that as soon as the tournament was over, either or both Lina Inverses would soon set out to physically contact the returned Pokégirl Tamer. They might all currently be in different leagues, but if she remembered the travel schedules correctly, both would be able to make it to Pewtit at about the same time.

I wonder if his return has anything to do with the other Lina's latest attempt to get home, she wondered internally. That Lina had made a few attempts to use local magic to send her back to her own world, magic that didn't go unnoticed by the Infernal Community.

And those spells, spells that seemed to tear at the very fabric of reality… Oh, the chaos they sang with. Just thinking about it almost made the Mazouku's panties dampen… if she had been wearing them.

Oh yes, this promised to add much excitement into her life.

Now she just had to wait for Hild-sama's summons. And if none came…

Well, those orders expired when Saotome disappeared. She couldn't very well assume they were still active, could she?

Officer Jolie—fresh from a shower and a change of clothes—made her way slowly to the Police Station. With any luck, they wouldn't have broken through the emergency seals yet. As such, she might—just might, mind you—have a chance to talk to them and calm them down before they would seek bloody and painful revenge on her for having yet another day of passion with the Eleven-Tamer.

They couldn't really blame her. The girls had come on pretty strong after all, what with the slipping of numbers and email addresses to him—usually written on whatever undergarments they had been wearing or kept spares of for 'just in case' moments. A few of them had nearly tried to paw his clothes off and get a taste of him right there in the offices. Sure, he was great in bed but where was the common decency?

"Can't blame them too much though," she murmured. "Thousand Gods know I'd probably do something like that after the run of 2's and 3's we've been getting recently."

Plus she had to help that poor confused Tendo girl. That much repressed emotion and animosity was never a good thing, especially when it was inside a girl not yet through puberty. Some scientists thought such traumas could raise a girl's chance of Thresholding into an Infernal; and they had enough problems already with such pokégirls.

But that wasn't going to happen now. Nabiki Tendo's issues were gone, she had bared her soul to Ranma, and now it was likely the duo would be happy for a long time.

Well, as long as something didn't happen to Threshold her into a Psi-Dyke. She never knew it to happen, but a brother of a friend whose sister dated a guy who delivered mail to the Mayor told her it had happened.

Thinking back on that… she wondered why she had believed that in the first place.

"Made it," she muttered, as the lights of the Precinct shown through the darkness.

As well as the destroyed armored door at the main entrance.

"Oh damn," she muttered nervously, looking around for any angry coworkers… or red beams of light from a laser-scope. "Where are they?' she asked, looking around desperately—a large part of her wishing the pigtailed Tamer was around to hold her.

You know, that's not a bad plan, she thought, fear abating as libido grew. "Well, no reason to stay here."

BOOM!

Slowly turning her head back towards the direction of her apartment.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That place was rent controlled! Rent controlled!"

"Okay, who added the extra explosive to the door?"

"I added five ounces, just like you said!"

"I said five grams! Not five ounces!"

"Damn it, ruined by failed English to metric conversion yet again!"

"Okay, who let the Growlies set the explosives?"

"Hey!" yelled out a man. "What are you doing to that apartment?"

"Old Man, RUN!"

Shutting his door and shaking his head, Mike headed back to his video conference. "I am never staying here again." What kind of insane Tamer allows their pokégirls to blow up the entrance to an Officer Jenny's home? "Damn brats, no sense of responsibility these days. In my day, we didn't go doing stuff like that to the Law, not unless we wanted to end up with a set of tits of our own," he grumbled.

"What happened?" asked Ray, a producer/director/distributor/occasional actor of the porn industry.

"Some damned girls breaking into the apartment of an Officer Jenny that lives down the hall from me," replied Mike, easing his old frame back into the chair before the large viewer.

"Then we better hurry before they show up at your door asking what you saw," joked Ray.

"Nothing illegal here," smirked Mike. "So, did you go through those clips I sent you?"

Ray nodded, his left hand typing away at a nearby computer. "Oh yeah; great stuff. Even that male alone was top quality. The female—Kasumi?—was a nice addition."

"So can they sell?" asked Mike. Discovery fees were always pretty good, since it took a lot to get people who could have sex anytime they wished to actually buy videos of it. They had on average a shorter shelf-life than your average idol, but they burned just as bright in the eyes of the public.

But the pink-tipped Goddess was too perfect not to try and share with the world … for a modest fee of course.

"Maybe," said Ray. "Pure human couples are pretty rare, so there is definitely a market for this."

"Rare my ass," snorted Mike. "You know just as well as I do that there's plenty of them out there, they just either don't like dick or they settle down with some lucky asshole and start popping out kids."

"Which is why some who will do this on camera are pretty rare," said Ray. "I have to admit; right now I'm very tempted to offer them a contract."

"Why tempted?"

Ray looked around nervously. "You know damned well why I'm only tempted," he muttered.

It took Mike a moment to remember: Porn Mafia. Many of the stars that didn't burn too brightly too quickly had a lot of power in the industry. And any person could tell you that any power comes with the possibility of corruption. Those scourges that had cornered the market on all things pokégirl and porn... a secret criminal society active not only in several sexually-charged fields but also tending to exercise sovereignty functions – normally belonging to public authorities – over a specific territory...

In fact, some rumors it was also believed they were the force behind the male ban at Cerulesbian City. Only males of 'certain talents' were allowed in. And more than a few had disappeared.

Unlike groups like Team Rocket or even the more extreme Team Trauma, the Porn Mafia knew where the real power lied. It wasn't with politics—most people couldn't give a dead man's balls about who was in office as long as things went smoothly.

It was sex. On this world as it had been since Sukebe, sex ran the world. It kept pokégirls tame, provided people with services they'd normally have to pay for such as fire departments and law enforcement, provided food, transportation… everything in this world revolved around sex.

And the Porn Mafia sought to control as many facets of sex as possible.

Mike frowned. "Damn it, Ray, is this what we've been reduced to?" he asked with a snarl. "People are desperate for the ability to enjoy porn in the privacy of their own home without paying an arm and a leg or even some service to the Porn Mafia..." the old man sighed. "It's why many young men, myself included, had to become Tamers. We weren't well off boys to say the least and the only way wecould get to see any titties, booties, and pussies in action was to sign up and becoem protectors of the League." Sure, he could have gotten some in the Milktit business—and did before his equipment stopped working—but it was still something that required work as well as dangerous situations.

Few people actually knew how dangerous a Milktit farm could be, even fewer believed it.

His eyes narrowed. "You know how dangerous it is, Ray. I lost my three best friends in the first two years of our careers as Tamers! All because we just wanted a little action that was nearly 'free'. We weren't out to make big names for ourselves, we just wanted some cunny: is that so wrong!?" True the guys had been a few sluts shy of a harem but they still hadn't needed to die like that. "Hell, I made sure your old man and you knew better so it didn't happen to you."

The man on the other end of the vid-phone's face was solemn. "I know what you mean," he told the old dairy farmer. "Do you know how many times I wanted to get my hands on some good porn when I was a kid but it was always out of reach? The prices were too high or you had to pay monthly fees of some sort. It's why Ibecame a director and producer of porn in the first place but..."

"You discovered the truth and now find those bitches squeezing your nuts," the Milktit Rancher of Fortune Farms replied. "And I'm willing to bet in more ways than one..."

Slowly nodding his head, Ray took off his sunglasses. "It's so hard, Mike... so very, very hard..." he whimpered. "I had restarted the whole 'Girls Gone Wild' trend that had been popular in the Pre-Sukebe Era, getting human girls drunk and getting them to do semi-consensual things. But..." he brought his hand up to his face, trying to keep from weeping. "They took it from me, Mike! They took it all from me! I thought I'd be safe not using pokégirls but they still took it from me!"

The old man nodded his head, his face looking as if it were chiseled stone. "This is exactly why we have to do this, old friend. We can't let these women endanger the lives of good men any longer! Men should be free to watch sex for discount prices and shoot off knuckle-children in the comfort and privacy of their own homes! Let those who really have what it takes to be Tamers be the Tamers and leave the rest of us to our videos! I could guarantee that the death tolls would finally go down!"

Sniffling once, twice, the porn producer finally brought his sunglasses back to his face. "I don't know, Mike..." he said slowly. "I really don't—"

"Milktitshit!" the Ranch Hand snapped. "You know what you want to do! You've been stuck in their shadow for too long, only hiring the girls they tell you to hire and then giving them half of your hard-earned profits!" His eyes seemed to go distant. "Let these people make the porn themselves and then you distribute it. If you aren't the one making it, the mafia can't charge you. Granted they may still try to muscle you to get their cut but it's less money out of their pocket in the long run and you could actually make a decent profit. Make enough and we can finally break the circle of mafia-controlled pornography! It would be a golden age that hadn't been seen since before Mao's Revenge!"

Ray was silent for a long moment. He knew his old friend was right. Before 248 AS, before the Tigress Mao Shin Mao broke from her Tamer and started a pokégirl revolt that would span the entire world, porn was plentiful. Why you could buy a magazine for a simple 100 slc; only a hundred slc! Now they cost 1,500 slc and had less pages! The damned Porn Mafia made you thirst for more; less pictures and more peridocials and advertisements! Who the hell cared if there were ten different ways to wire your sound system to a television?

His eyes sparking with the fires of determination the mustached man in a purple terrycloth bathrobe told his old acquaintance, "Send me the video. I'm going to see to it this hits the television markets this NIGHT and that a special DVD and Downloads with extras of the other human girl and the Officer Jenny reach the stores no later than this weekend... and they'll be available at a fair price!"

Nodding his head, a small smile came to the elderly Rancher's face. "That's the ol' El Ray Di Cockteasegro I knew! Your daddy'd be proud!" However, a realization about his friend's words came to him. "Wait... what other girl and OfficerJenny?"

"Didn't you know?" Ray asked his friend curiously. "It hit BoobTube a couple of hours ago. It's on the police's channel..." he whistled. "Man oh man that was so hot! I felt it a perfect joy when you sent me even more; this guy is good and he has such a variety of women he goes after."

Mike just stared, mouth dry. "Can… can you send me the link to that?"

"Sure," said Ray, sending the link. "Just make sure those three get ahold of me tomorrow as soon as possible I want them signed under my label before you-know-who tries to sink their claws into them! Those bastards won't beat me to this gold mine!"

"I assure you, there is nothing for you to be afraid of," said Ritsuko in as calm a voice as she could get.

"I-I guess," stuttered Jeremy, as he followed the faux blond down the hallway to the medical wing of the base. He was just glad that Ichi wasn't allowed to follow him. Somehow, he doubted she would enjoy watching him receive a medical workup.

Actually, he doubted he would enjoy having one done. His last one for high school hadn't gone that well.

But his mom swore the new one they built thanks to Lendo was state-of-the-art.

It should be, it was that moron's henchmen that were the reason the old one had burned down into a fifty-foot crater. But at least they'd been able to contain the power core of that giant robot before it nuked the city.

"Right in here," said Ritsuko, as she opened a door.

Peeking in cautiously, Jeremy took note that the room—aside from a few odd pieces of technology—looked like a standard exam room. A standard exam table—though he wasn't too thrilled to see the stirrups on the end of it, stool, sink, clean and sterile counter-tops, and… "Is that a milking machine?" he asked curiously.

Damn, he saw Plan C! "Some pokégirls lactate heavily, so much so that unless we milk them, they can be left in a lot of pain."

"But aren't there special rooms for that?"

"Yes, but some pokégirls stupidly have it unpasteurized. As such, it starts them lactating. Rather than put them in a situation we already know we can't trust them in, we milk them here where we can ensure they don't make the same mistake twice." Assuming he did any studying of the texts they gave him, that argument would be perfectly sound.

"Okay," murmured Jeremy, reminding himself that despite what Ichi said, he really needed to start reading those books. He didn't want to seem like an idiot, after all.

"Now if you'll hop up onto the table after disrobing, we can get a thorough examination of you."

"D-d-disrobing?" squeaked Jeremy.

"Yes," said a confused Ritsuko. "We find it difficult to give a full exam with our patients covered up and all."

Jeremy just blushed heavily.

"Don't be embarassed, young man," offered Ritsuko. A virgin! The boy is a fucking virgin! What in the Thousand Gods happened to stick me with a fucking virgin! About the only good news is that he should shoot off pretty quickly when and if I have to resort to Plan B. About the only good things about virgins was they always shot off quickly.

Luckily however, she still had Plan A, which was good because Plan A could either be explained as a medical necessity or a medical accident. Of course since he was a virgin, she doubted she'd be able to simply hand him a specimen jar and send him to the bathroom to rub one out. He'd be too embarassed to get wood.

This meant she would have to do the part of Plan A she absolutely hated. Ugh, those gloves better be sturdy.

"Um," muttered Jeremy, looking about nervously.

"Listen, kid," muttered Ritsuko, wishing she could smoke in here but such might compromise the samples she was hoping to get, "you haven't got anything I haven't seen before. So unless your dick is a giant tentacle made for raping school girls, then drop the embarassed attitude along with your undies, and hop up on the table before I go get the really big needles," she finished with a hard glare that had been known to make Bridge Bunnies faint.

Gulping so loud Ritsuko felt it, Jeremy quickly turned around and began undressing. As long as he focused, perhaps he'd be able to put her presence out of his mind.

Of course, that was made hard by her wolf-whistle and the comment about his tight ass. He felt that was really unprofessional.

Sitting upright on the bed, Ranma was tapping his foot nervously. The floor was cluttered with clothing of all sorts, piece of lingerie and just sexy or sensual clothing his two Cat-types had seen fit to show off and then sensually stripping down to different sets of undergarments and lingerie before going back to the bathroom for more...

In all honesty, despite the practices of the day... it was still getting a certain 'response' from below the belt. "Man, either my body's adapting too well to having sex so damn much or the energy drinks and other pick-me ups-works too damn well. Then again maybe it's the food?" He thought with curiousness as he tried to figure out what was effecting him so much.

He didn't have long to contemplate as Alice and Cyan returned... stark naked. "Oooh Masterrrrrrr!" The Cheetit purred huskily as she realized she had his full attention.

Coming to stand next to her harem-sister, the Dark/Psychic-type grinned mischievously at how her master stared at them with a mix of shock and lust. "I think it's safe to assume that we 'bored' you enough with a fashion show," The Shadowcat purred, her lusty eyes showing she was at her limit of waiting. "I think it's time for some real fun."

Eyes widening, Ranma gawked as he stared at the two nude feline beauties. Alice was dark-furred throughout but she had the cutest pinch nipples that really stood out thanks to her fur. And Cyan, her height really gave her a statuesque appeal... which also put her bust at the right height with his face.

Noticing her master staring at her breasts, the Cheetit grinned. "I think he likes!"

"He'd have to be either gay or hate Cat-types to not like your pair, Cyan." Alice smiled as she rested her right hand atop of her Tamer's head. "Mmmmm... so Master, are you gonna gawk? Or you gonna join us?"

Now Ranma while he could still be easily taken aback, had also grown in boldness with sexual matters himself. Smirking he reached out and grabbed Cyan who was right before him. He pulled her close enough to mash his face between her breasts and shook his head back and forth, left and right, nuzzling her orbs while he reached under to cup her furry mound and squeeze before rubbing the pink slit.

"OOOOH!" The Cheetit gasped in delight at her master's forwardness. "He really does know what a pokégirl wants!"

Grinning, Ranma looked up at her while his face was still between her breasts. "It's easy to know what a pokégirl wants when she sends her signals loud and clear." His hand between her legs gently rubbed along the bit of flesh between her slit and anus. "And I can tell you want me..." needless to say, he wanted her just as much.

"Puuuurrrrrrrrrrr! Ooooh yesss, Master!" The Cheetit gasp as her Tamer expertly manipulated her body, making her shudder and enjoy his ministrations. She would've sworn he had the golden touch!

Grinning at how her master and Harem-sister went at it, the Shadowcat liked her lips. "Well, while you give Cyan the treatment I'll help myself... is that all right?"

Pulling his face back from his spotted golden-furred Cat-type's breasts, the pigtailed martial artist told her, "Go for it."

Eyes gleaming with mischievousness, Alice slinked under between Cyan's legs and Ranma's pulling his pants and boxers down in a single pull, not unlike one performing the 'pull the tablecloth and not disturb the silverware' trick. With his manhood now free, Alice kissed the bulbous head while wrapping her hands around the base, giving it a soft stroking squeeze. She then lavished her tongue over and over the entire head before taking it into her mouth. While the Shadowcat usually savored foreplay a little longer than this, she was fucking horny!

Closing his eyes, the pigtailed martial artist groaned in pleasure as the black-furred feline pokégirl pleased his cock in such a loving, hungry fashion. He squirmed as a pleasurable shiver went up his spine as her teeth grazed along the flesh of his length in a tantalizing way. "Ooooh yes..." he sighed in pleasure as his right arm wrapped around the Cheetit, holding her close to him as he took her right nipple into his mouth, left hand still teasing her oh-so-nicely.

Cyan let out a purring whimper as she held his head to her breast, cooing him on as he suckled her like a hungry babe. Her tail straightened out behind her when she felt him slip two fingers into her wet heat. "Ooooh, yesssss..." she hissed lustfully. "Play with my kitty... ngh yeeeaaahh..."

"Damn, she's wet as can be," Ranma thought in shock. Realizing he shouldn't be surprised, given that Cyan and Alice's Taming cycle was within a day or two of when they'd enter the 'clingy' stage begging for it when at their limit to not have sex. So understanding he had to take care of them both soon, he was glad Alice didn't object to sharing her night with her harem-sister. He'd make it up to both of them eventually but for now, he'd do his best to make sure both sweet pussycats had the time of their lives. His left hand moved his index and middle fingers about in the Cheetit's snatch as his right hand moved from her back to the Shadowcat's head, helping her set a pace to how she bobbed her head.

Alice purrs loudly around her master's cock. She loved the taste and the musk was that of someone who didn't sit on his ass. Getting a wickedly naughty idea, (plus knowing she could have some one on one later) she pulled her head back and aims her master's cock. She reached up, pulling his fingers from Cyan's snatch. Before he or her Harem-sister could protest or ask why, she guided the Cheetit down until her master's cock was engulfed by the lovely white-furred cunt. "Enjoy Cyan," she cooed before kissing her spotted ass and grabbing her tail to kiss and play with it.

Gasping, the Cheetit pokéwoman purred huskily at all the attention. While most Cheetits were fiercely heterosexual, they could relax around those the trusted... and being the experienced woman she was, Cyan was able to enjoy pleasure any which way. The feel of her master's thick meat filling her cunt and her harem-sister's hands on her ass was heaven!

"Ngh... damn, you're boiling!" Ranma grunted in pleasure as he continued to couple with the feline. The Cheetit's pussy was hot, wet and tightening around his cock.

Purring huskily, Cyan admitted, "That's right it's boiling... boiling for you..." she growled possessively as she started to shift her hips back and forth, grinding him within her love-channel.

"Ooooh yessss..." the raven-haired Pokégirl Tamer hissed huskily as his hands moved to grasp both of the feline female's tits. Wow, she had such a nice cunny! It made him want to buck his hips harder and faster.

Alice purred herself, tugging on Cyan's tail as she licked up the Cheetit pokéwoman's furry back. Once she was fully standing, she turned Cyan's head and French kissed her deeply, her tongue squirming all over Cyan's own, sucking on it deeply. Her hand moves down from the older Cat-type's head, moving down and around her front. Finding the Cheetit's engorged clit, she pinched it while simultaneously tugging her tail.

"PUUUURRRRRRRRRR!" Cyan moaned in a muffled voice as she was kissed, her breasts fondled, fucked and tail pulled all at once. She began to bounce enthusiastically atop of her master's cock, her body wanting it even worse now.

"Kami!" Ranma gasped out. "This is... too good!" He growled lustfully. There was something about two women going at each other that could really get his motor running... and he was at full throttle now. Maneuvering both his arms, he hugged Cyan and Alice to him before rolling over, pinning the Shadowcat to the bed and sandwiching the Cheetit between him and her Harem-sister. "Ready for the Taming you've wanted?"

The light in the Shadowcat's eyes sparkled with mischievousness. "Oooh! You got something up your sleeve, Master?" Alice cooed in delight, looking at him with a lusty gaze as she kissed and licks along the purring Cyan's neck now, while she kept assaulting the Cheetit's clit with her right hand.

Nodding his head, Ranma told his sweet Cheetit, "Nabiki had me reading up entries on my harem that were listed on my PokéDex. It says that for Cheetits, 'speed is life'..." he grinned as he looked into the spotted golden-furred Cat-type's eyes. "Is that true?"

Grinning widely, the golden-furred Cat-type nodded her head. "Mmmmhmmmmm!" She purred happily, wrapping her legs around his waist, her tail doing the same but a little higher as it went around his chest. "C'mon... fuck your Cheetit... go, Master! Go fast!"

With how badly her Harem-sister wanted her fucking, Alice chuckled at the situation despite herself. Her left hand reached around, groping one of the Cheetit's breasts. "Mmmm... c'mon, Master. Give it to her."

Cyan nodded her head rapidly. "Please, Master! I wanna cum for yooou!" She moaned as she tried to buck her hips, enticing her owner to get moving. She wanted to be fucked and fucked hard and fast!

Grinning wider, the pigtailed martial artist leaned down to whisper into the Cheetit's ear. "Cyan? I'm going to put some of my past training to use..." standing on his knees and holding her hips with his hands, Ranma shouted, "KATCHU TENSHIN AMAGURIKEN!"

And just like that, his hips and the Cheetit blurred slightly. The movement was incredible as he used his training techniques learned from the Chinese Amazons to fuck the Fast Cat Pokéwoman with speed she probably thought was impossible for a human to accomplish without the aid of another pokégirl.

Staring with wide-eyed shock, Alice whistled. She finally mumbled, a tone of awe on her voice. "I so call dibs when he's done with you."

Head leaning back into the bed, Cyan could only wail and roar like the feline pokéwoman she was, writhing about as she was speed-fucked to glorious bliss and beyond. She managed to slam her head onto the bed and grab onto the sheets of the mattress as her entire body was rocked, her breasts jiggling up and down like fragile packages in the back of a League Postal Truck. She shook her head left and right, wailing in pleasure. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKK!"

Ranma grunted, trying to keep thrusting as he felt her cum a few times during his speedy thrusts. Occasionally her cunt would clamp down around him hard as she got wetter and wetter! Yet despite this pressure to give in and lose himself in the pleasure, he managed to keep going and she multi-orgasmed! If he hadn't built up a decent stamina reservoir from all the 'training' he had been getting as of late, the pigtailed martial artist knew he would have been done already "Oh yeah... that's so good," he growled lustfully as he continued to mercilessly pound his pokéwoman's pussy.

Rowling in ecstasy, the Cheetit couldn't believe what she was being put through. This was the most intense Taming of her life! "Fuck, fuck, FUCK... it's so good! FUCK ME, MASTER! STAIN MY PUSSY WITH YOUR CUM!" She begged of him as he Tamed her to infinity... and beyond!

"Holy shit..." Alice whispered, completely in shock by what was taking place. "I've never seen a human move with that speed!" She thought with excitement as she felt her nether region continue to dampen with her excitement.

Grunting for breath as he continued to put his past martial arts training to the test, Ranma told his Cheetit, "I'm trying, I'm trying!" Oh how he was TRYING! He was getting the blurring effect from his arms for the most part; moving her against him... the challenge came from trying to move his hips at such speeds as well. He hadn't really gotten to use such a technique or body part in such a way but Kami-sama knew he was discovering it. The way the obscene sloshing sounds filled the room with each plunge of his prick into her pussy was simply amazing.

Eyes wide with wonder, Alice realized that there was no way she'd be able to hold on if her Tamer went at her like this. Cheetits may have been all about speed but she preferred there be something more to it than just a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma'am... even if it was likely the most incredible one in the whole League, nay the WORLD!

One thing Alice knew, she was not going to have a boring Taming life oh no, not with this Tamer or her Harem-sister or Alpha.

"Ngh!" Ranma grunted for breath as he felt the tell-tale signs of oncoming release; he felt a pressure in his loins and his dick felt as though it buzzed. "C-Cyan!"

Purring loudly and huskily, the Cheetit could feel herself building up for a powerful orgasm now. "Hmmm, yes, yesss..." she hissed in pleasure. "P-please... I want it Master! I wanna feel it!" She cried out in passion, arching her body off of Alice and the bed. "PURRLEASE!"

Panting for breath, Ranma grunted between his teeth as he thrust faster, putting more force behind his hips slamming into the Cheetit's. "I..." he trailed off as he felt the Shadowcat's hand rubbing his thigh.

The dark-furred feline pokégirl grinned up at her master. "Purr... let it out, Master. Flood the kitty." Alice encouraged him.

Growling lustfully, the encouragement he was getting from both Cat-types was more than enough to get the other-dimensional Pokégirl Tamer to do as they begged. Slamming his hips into Cyan's with one last powerful thrust, Ranma buried himself into his Cheetit to the hilt, causing her body to rub against Alice's as he force he was thrusting into her pelvis with pushed her.

And then he roared. Rearing his head back, he let out a soul-piecing cry as he came and came and came and CAME! His cock throbbed within the Cheetit's slick depths, each spasm followed by a sudden gush of his hot, creamy seed into Cyan's womb.

Cyan herself let out a low roar of primal satisfaction as the rush of hot cum into her needy pussy triggered off another orgasm from her, sending the Cheetit into endless spasms of pleasure.

Alice crawled out from underneath the Cheetit and watched as both Master and pokéwoman writhed and trembled in orgasmic bliss. "Damn, that's hot..." the Shadowcat whispered to herself, licking her lips. Grinning to herself, she slinked closer eyeing the cock-filled pussy as a thick white liquid dribbled and leaked out. "And so's that..." she looked up at the pigtailed martial artist. "Master, can I have it from behind while I eat her out?"

Finally coming down from his post-orgasmic high Ranma slowly nodded, his body still trembling. "Buh-be... my guest..." he replied between breaths. Finally, he pulled his member out, causing a thick gob of white to spill out from the Cheetit's cunny and pool onto the bed.

"It coats, it soothes, it pleases..." Cyan muttered in bliss as she lay back on the bed like the well fucked Cat-type she was.

Looking over the Cheetit, the Dark/Psychic-type grinned wider. "Yummy!" Alice grabbed the sides of the Cheetit's hips and pulls Cyan's body so she wasn't half hanging off the bed and leaned forward, burying her face against the cum-filled Cheetit pussy. Alice's nose was blown away by the intoxicating smell of fresh semen. Greedily she dove in; tongue licking every bit she could, mewling in delight and slurping at the other Cat-type's pussy with her rough tongue.

Grinning, the Cheetit purred as she felt Alice eating her out with gusto. She was in such an after-glow that it was amazing. If she didn't know better, she'd have sworn her Tamer was an '11'. Yes, screw the '10' he was beyond the normal scale!

Staring at his Shadowcat's raised posterior as she ate out her Harem-sister, Ranma couldn't help but lick his lips with excitement. His cock, slick with the combined moisture of both himself and Cyan twitched as somehow, life was finding its way back into the abused and over-worked appendage. He knew he wanted Alice and he wanted to give it to her hard and good! He waited for a moment though, not just to give himself a breather but because he wanted to watch.

Squirming, the pokéwoman yelped at the questing tongue of her Harem-sister. "Mmmmm... A-Aliiiiiice!" Cyan cried, squeezing and playing with her own breasts as Alice dutifully continued to eat her out. "Yesss... does it taste good? Does it?" She asked as she squeezed her thighs lightly around the Shadowcat's head.

Nodding her head as she continued to lick and slurp the combined fluids of her master and harem-sister, the feline pokégirl replied, "It's so good..."

The Cheetit grinned at how the Shadowcat's tongue delved about inside of her snatch. "Mmm... I'll-nhhh yeah-have to return the favor..." Cyan cooed in delight. Oh yes, she wanted a taste herself now.

Hearing Cyan's comment, a panting Ranma looked over to her. "Give me a moment," he said seriously as he watched the two pokégirls in action. "I'll soon give you the show, Cyan... and you'll be free to reap the rewards from Alice."

Grinning widely at her master's promise, the older pokéwoman told him, "I'm all for it... ngh yeeaahhh... t-take your time..."

Nodding his head to the Cheetit's comment, Ranma grinned in delight. The way Alice was shaking her ass back and forth was just so tempting! Raising a hand, the Saotome male tried to be as stealthy as he could. When he had it aligned as he wanted, he brought the flat of his palm down quickly, giving the black-furred Cat-type's booty a firm smack.

"Ooh!" Alice gasped in surprise, stopping her licking. She looked over her shoulder and grinned at her Tamer. "Mmm... naughty Mast-UUUURRRRRRRRR!" She purred as she was suddenly jammed full of cock "Oooh... oh fuck yeah!"

Ranma grabbed her tail and pulled, giving his Shadowcat's ass another smack while grinding his hips inside of her. "Oh yeah... you're soaked even worse... got all worked up playing with Asrial earlier and waiting for me all day, huh?" Little did he know she'd continued her fun over at the garage.

With a small nod of her head, the black-furred feline pokégirl hissed her reply. "Ooooh... yessss..."

Grinning Ranma knew if there was one thing he was skilled at before coming to this world, it was teasing. "Heh. Such a naughty girl. You should've just come to me rather than picking on your Alpha. You know I'd have taken care of you." His hand gave her black-furred booty a firm smack. "I think you owe Asrial an apology." Again, his hand slapped her ass with a powerful strike.

"A-apology?" Alice yelped before realizing that the Cheetit was beginning to rise.

Sitting up Cyan smirked down at the Shadowcat getting a firm Taming and grabbed Alice's hands, holding her there. "An apology sounds right. She is our Alpha after all."

The Dark/Psychic-type was about to return but was cut off as her Tamer's hand slapped her firm butt once more. "Gah!" She yelped. "N-not you too!" She finally told her Harem-sister.

"Mmmhmm..." the Cheetit told her fellow feline. "I appreciated the cunnilingus I partook of her earlier but I'm with Master on this one."

Ranma nodded his head. "She is trying her best. At least try and give her some leeway, all right? Otherwise..." he left the statement hanging as he slowly ground his member within the Shadowcat's folds.

The Cat-type growled in pleasure, trying to grind her ass back onto her master's hips. "Or?"

"Or you won't get as good a Taming as you co~ould!" Cyan sing-songed, teasing her Harem-sister.

The raven-haired male chuckled at the look of horror on the black-furred Cat-type's face. "Oh, I'm not that cruel!" He reassured his pokégirl. "But I'll find a suitable punishment," Ranma said as he continued to grind his member around inside the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl's cunny. "But for now... I believe Alice needs her Taming." He leaned forward, whispering huskily to her, "How do you want it, Alice-chan?"

A shiver of pleasure went up the Shadowcat's neck from her Tamer's hot breath along her ear. "Mmm... I want... oh yeah..." she growled as he gave her ear a nibble. "I want to savor the pleasure... but I want it hard..." she purred as his hands caressed along her sides. "I want you to make me cum my brains out, Master! I haven't had a decent Taming in ages!"

Smiling, Ranma told her, "You'll get it, Alice. I promise." So saying, the Tamer gripped her butt-cheeks possessively as he slowly began to pull his cock back out of Alice, making sure his dick for a feel for every inch and crevice of her velvety folds. When only the head of his cock was still inside her he suddenly slammed forward. And just like that, he began to slooowly retract his cock from her, repeating the motions of plunging in hard and fast and giving her a torturous exit over and over again...

If it weren't for the fact that her hands weren't being retrained, Alice would be gripping the bed-sheets. Her screams filled the room as she felt her pussy being wonderfully stretched by her master's cock. "FUCK! FUCK ME! FUUUUUCK!" She growled and tried to thrust her ass back to meet her master's thrusts into her. "Oh yessssssssss..." she hissed in pleasure. "Fuck me, Master! My naughty cunny needs it so badly!"

The older Cheetit chuckled at how the pokégirl reacted to her slow, hard fucking. "You're such a little cumslut when it comes down to it," Cyan teased as she licked along the rim of Alice's right ear, causing her so squeal and purr more.

Ranma just smirked, continuing to plow the Shadowcat's very eager pussy with all he had. Although he had to admit, he was a bit impressed and awed by her. Her cunny was like a dripping faucet as he fucked her. Whereas Cyan had been multi-orgasmic, the Shadowcat was more of a slow burn... and while her inner-muscles were not as strong as the Cheetit's, she knew how to work them. They'd slacken and then suddenly tighten and churn in rhythm like massager before releasing and letting him continue. And to top it off, then she'd add a twist to her ass shaking or even use her tail... which she was now to squeeze and play with his balls. "D-damn, Alice..."

Rowling in delight, the Shadowcat looked over her shoulder, giving Ranma a smoldering look of lust. "Mmmaaassstteeeerrrrrrr..." she growled heatedly. "Fuck me good... you fuck me so good... puuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

Grunting for breath, Ranma pulled back and sat down on the mattress. Pulling Alice into his lap, his hands cupped her breasts as he suddenly kissed her, surprising her as he did. He began plundering her awe-opened mouth with his tongue as he began to bounce her on his lap, driving himself deeper and deeper into her still frame, her ass slapping against his hips.

Staring at the two wide-eyed, Cyan watched with glee and interest as her friend was getting a fucking she so richly deserved. Admittedly, the Cheetit wouldn't mind if her master Tamed her liked this but being the Cheetit she was, she just sopreferred a fast and furious fucking!

Hands massaging over the expanse of the Shadowcat's furry C-cup breasts, Ranma's hands pinched and twisted his feline pokégirl's nipples as he continued to duel tongues with her. She was kissing him back just as heatedly now and he found he liked the challenge.

Her eyes rolling to the back of her head, Alice felt she was in heaven. This is what she wanted: a good long, hard Taming! She cooed in the kiss, fighting back with her tongue as much as her Master was. When he bounced his cock up, she forced herself down prolonging how long he stayed inside her and deepening his penetration.

Now... if she could only have a threesome Tamer with Master and Alpha Asrial... that was something to look forward too!

Moaning into the kiss, Ranma was more than willing to show that he was still the Tamer and her being his fuckable pokégirl. So without much effort on his part, (as she was rather willing) the pigtailed martial artist finally began to take more control, adding a bit of speed to his bucking his as his hands moved about her body, caressing, groping and molesting her in ways that would've made the old pervert proud...

But hey, unlike the old freak's targets, this woman was willing!

"Mmmm!" She moaned into the kiss before breaking it, panting heavily for breath "F-fuuuuuuuuuck... I'm cumming, Master... gonna cum..." she twitched and mewled weakly. "Please... please... please cum with me!"

Taking deep breaths, Ranma moved his hips harder and faster. "I'm trying to do just that Alice! I'm trying!" He told her as he continued to work his body, trying to reach the peak of pleasure with his pokégirl.

The Shadowcat huffed and puffed for air, feeling her master send her closer to the edge with every hard thrust. "Yes, yesss..." she hissed. "Bury that cock so hard in my twat! So hard you'll need the jaws of life to get it out!" Her tail started to twitch erratically. "Yes, yes... FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" She screamed out as she was bounced harder on her Tamer's cock, feeling the growing tightening sensation in the pit of her stomach bursting. "MAAAAAASTEEEEEEEERRRR!" She screamed as her body locked up when she hit a doozy of a long-needed orgasm, (from a male) claims her. Her tight pussy gripped even tighter as if to prevent escape; she wanted her master's cream so badly!

With the pokégirl bouncing on his hips suddenly coming to a stop as her pussy clamped down on his with such force, Ranma knew there was no way out of this one. But hey! Why would he want to when she really wanted, no, NEEDED this?

Hugging her tightly in his arms, the pigtailed Asian male reared his head back, moaning loudly as his pokégirl's pussy was enough to send him over the edge a second time that night. His balls tensed against his body as he emptied burst after burst of his creamy essence into her depths with such fury and force!

"Ooooooh yeaaaaaaaaaaaah..." Alice moaned lengthily, a loopy expression on her face. Yes, even she as coolly-collected as she could become, even she lost it all and got loopy when she got a good Taming.

Meanwhile, the smile on the Cheetit's face blossomed further. "Heh heh... good, isn't it?" Cyan inquired as she crawled over the pair, nuzzling their joined parts and licking the cream that leaked free.

Sweat pouring down his body, Ranma grinned told his Cheetit, "Yes, it was wonderful." He reached out with his right hand, bringing it from Alice's stomach to the top of Cyan's head. He scratched the Normal/Fighting-type behind her ear. "Thank you both... this was very, very nice..."

Smiling widely, the Shadowcat couldn't help but groan as Cyan dutifully licked down there. She shuddered as Ranma pulled out from inside of her so the Cheetit had clear access to her cum-filled insides. "Mmmmm!"

Holding his Shadowcat up a bit, Ranma allowed Cyan to have easier access. "Does she taste good?" He asked his Cheetit with interest. "She looks like she's enjoying it."

While Cyan may have been too busy to verbally reply, she gave her Tamer a thumbs-up as well as straightening out her tail as if to mimic an exclamation point.

"Well, I guess that answers that..." Ranma said with a small chuckle.

A few minutes of furious licks later, Cyan finally finished and sat up on her knees. Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, the pokéwoman licked her chops. "Yummy!"

Smiling, Ranma gently sat Alice down on the bed to his right and used his left arm to motion for the Cheetit to sit on his other side. "So are you two feeling better now?"

Watching the motion of her Tamer's arm, Cyan crawled to the left side, nodding her head in response as she curled up against him. "Mmmhmm!"

Shaking her head for a moment, it took a bit for the Shadowcat to regain her senses. "Oooh... I'll be feeling that for a while..." Alice whispered, purring happily. "By the Thousand Gods... now I see why Alpha Asrial, Kiiro and Kasumi-sama are all over you!"

At hearing all the names his Cat-type dropped, Ranma couldn't help but chuckle nervously. "Eh heh heh... uh... you saw the video, didn't you?"

Grinning deviously, there was a shimmer of light in Alice's purple eyes. "Oh yes," the Shadowcat replied... before she pointed up towards a corner of the ceiling. "I just hope the PokéCenter Staff follows my request and has this put onto a DVD for us."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma squeaked, "What?" Turning his head, he saw that indeed, there was a camera in said corner of the ceiling. "Oh, Kamiiiii..." he groaned in frustration. Why did this always, ALWAYS seem to happen!? Ah well... Alice had asked for this one... maybe if he was lucky, they wouldn't make dozens of copies...

"Heh heh heh! What's wrong, Master? Now we have video memories!" Cyan told him happily. Oh, she couldn't wait to get this DVD! She wanted to share the segment of Alice Taming Alpha Asrial and her dominating the Peekabu that the Joys said they would put on it

A bead of sweat traveling down the side of his head, Ranma told her, "Just... make sure Akane doesn't find out. I mean we're trying to... 'ease' her into this situation." And he knew if she found out there were 'adult' videos of him, she would have him strung up by his balls!

"If you say so, though maybe some good porn will loosen her up." As the Shadowcat said that to her master, she idly wondered if she could do anything with the footage of Alpha Asrial taking the Hillsfar Heavy Penetrator. Damn RV Security Camera was a different video format but if they had the right equipment at the PokéCenter...

Shaking his head, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer told her, "No Alice... besides that, I got issues to work out with her so sex is at the bottom of the list. Even if I would love to make love to her..." he slowly trailed off and blinked his eyes. "I didn't say that out loud, did I?"

Both Cat-types just grinned widely at the Tamer nestled between them.

Ranma's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Man, I've become such a pervert... I mean, I'm already involved with two Tendo sisters and I do like Akane... it's just gonna take a looong take a long time until we can even kiss," he thought bitterly. It really was a treacherous slope to climb with that girl... admittedly they were both getting better, hell! They even tried to work with each other to solve their problems!

So why did it feel like it he was always walking on egg-shells when he was dealing with her?

Sensing a change in her master's attitude, Alice gently nuzzled him. "Master?" The Shadowcat purred softly as she continued to rub her cheek against his. "Is everything all right with you and Mistress Akane?"

The Asian Pokégirl Tamer sighed. "Eh... it's... complicated," he admitted after a bit. "We really made a BAD impression with each other early on." With the look she gave him from that answer, Ranma lowered his head in defeat. Sighing, the Saotome male told her, "It'll be okay in the end I think. It's just gonna take us a lot of time."

Grinning, the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl asked, "Can we help?" She could already imagine introducing the young Asian woman to Mr. 'Hillsfar'.

Her ears perking up at hearing that, the Cheetit seconded, "I'd love to assist Mistress Akane some more. She's a sweet girl but she's also such a prude and needs some major help getting over herself!"

Now numerous beads of sweat began appearing on Ranma's skin, more than when he'd been Taming. He could already envision the hell he'd get from Akane if these two did anything too 'perverted'. "Uh... I don't mind help but don't push it. Akane... she's got some insecurities... and hell, I didn't help any!" And he surely didn't. Flaunting how his girl half was better endowed than her surely didn't earn him any brownie points with the youngest of the Tendo sisters.

Both girls nodded their head in agreement... if only to use the motion as an excuse to nuzzle the sides of his face.

Feeling he successfully averted a crisis before it started Ranma slowly lay back onto the bed with the girls, finally letting his body rest. "So after this, what next?"

Her hand draping over his chest, the feline pokéwoman considered that for a moment. "Hmm... actually, I'm kind of hungry," Cyan told him honestly. She'd burned a lot of calories with that sexing of serious speed.

Considering her Harem-sister's words for a moment, the Shadowcat slowly nodded her head. "Usually I'm all more Taming but food does sound good," Alice admitted with a small grin. "Oh yes, food does sound good... especially if we can lick it off our Tamer."

Grinning a very predatory grin, Cyan told her, "That's a most wonderful idea! Do we have any whipped-cream or chocolate syrup on hand?"

"No," the Shadowcat replied, the smile on her face becoming a truly predatory one. "But I'm certain we can get something from the NurseJoys!" As long as they were allowed to watch with their security cameras, those nursing pokégirls were always more than willing to help in the group's sexual endeavors.

Clapping her hands in delight, the Cyan asked her Harem-sister, "What are we waiting for?"

Groaning, Ranma let his head fall back and hit the mattress of the bed. It looked like these two horn-cats were more than raring to go for 'Round 2'...

Crashing into the ground with one last powerful slam, Professor Stroak groaned as he lay twitching on the dirt ground of the Viridick Woods Tamer Camping Grounds. He didn't know how Maryanne had found him, let alone catch up to Rita and him, but he knew one thing for certain. "I promise I'll never leave you behind again..." the world's more accredited Pokégirl Researcher promised. And it was a promise he meant; no way did he want to through this... a fifth time.

Whistling, Jetta was very impressed. She'd never thought a Titmouse of all things could be such a powerful battler; the Mouse-type was better than her! "Then again she is also a lot more experienced than I am. Even a Level 60 Pidgy could beat the tar out of a Level 10 Naga," the young Lupina allowed.

Nodding her head as it seemed her friend had finally finished up showing her Tamer what-for, the large WolfQueen inquired, "Feeling better, Maryanne?"

Heaving labored breaths as she stood over the downed form of her Tamer, the Titmouse was doing her best to calm down. Oh yes, the Mouse-type was still cheesed off, (no pun intended) with what her owner had done by leaving her behind but she honestly felt he'd gotten what he'd had coming. After all, he'd done a number of things in the past that were more bone-headed than this and given him less of a thrashing... and that was the problem. Honor should have been satisfied yet Maryanne was still angry...

After a moment, the Titmouse turned her head to the side to look at the group watching as the sat outside of Nodoka's parked Class-B Booty Call Bus Conversion; a commercial passenger bus that has been converted into an RV with highly customized luxury components, bus conversions were typically the largest motor-homes available. She realized that the WolfQueen had been trying to get her attention and nodded her head to her. "I'm getting better, Azalea." True she wasn't 'fine' but she was being truthful. She promised herself as soon Stroak's sorry ass was up and about, she was Taming his ass... quite possibly literally.

The large WolfQueen nodded her head. "Well, come on, Maryanne. Get in here and have some cheesecake. That'll help calm your nerves."

Slowly nodding her head, the brunette Normal-type pokégirl had to admit... cheesecake sounded very good right about now. Maybe they could let her have a shot of scotch to go along with it too.

Meanwhile, a gathered group of Tamers that had been using the campground, (some with RVs and others with tends) stood around and stared in awe. Most of them would have never believed that a Titmouse was capable of such destruction. "Man, I've really got to look into getting one for my harem..." a portly blonde male mumbled to himself. He took a cloth napkin out of his pocket and blew his nose. Damn allergies. Why did he always end up traveling in forests and the like during Spring?

"Maybe you can find one in the forest," a male of African-descent commented to his fellow Tamer. "They're supposed to be a Common breed. Maybe you'll come across one here in Buggy Woods."

Blowing his nose for a moment, the portly Tamer nodded, "I hope so. I'm sure Nicole can sniff her out..." left unsaid was he was sure his Catgirl would sniff such a girl out if she wasn't busy sniffing for fish or some cock.

"Bah! Who cares?" A third Tamer, a brunette grumbled. "A Titmouse is still a Titmouse! Look at that girl! She may have kicked some guy's ass but she's still built like a Tomboy with extra-large ears!"

Maryanne twitched. She'd caught that comment about her big ears with her... big ears. She clenched her hands into fists, making her knuckled pop.

A buxom redheaded pokégirl that was standing next to the brunette snorted. "Just goes to show how poor your taste is in pokégirls, loser..." she mocked her Tamer.

Turning about suddenly, the brunette turned about and smacked the pokégirl across the face, causing her to fall to the ground.. "Stupid bitch!" He growled. "Just because I take a Psi-Dyke doesn't mean I don't have taste! I will have you sucking cock before we're through, bitch!"

Eyes burning with determination now, it was clear to anyone looking at her that Maryanne was pissed... and she was. Yet in an odd way, she was also thankful to the idiot shooting his mouth off and doing something she found very objectionable. This jackass had gladly elected himself to help her work through her remaining anger. She slowly began walking up to him with a dark smile on her face.

A look of worry coming over the Lupina's features, the younger pokégirl turned to her mother. "Shouldn't we stop her?"

Grinning lightly, Azalea told her daughter, "No. Trust me on this one Jetta. If this goes bad, it's not going to be for Maryanne. You remember what I told you before?"

Nodding her head, Jetta asked, "You mean about how no man will admit to getting their ass kicked by a Titmouse."

A large smile came across the werewolf warrior pokéwoman's face. "Exactly."

Reaching the Tamer that was obviously into abusing his pokégirls, the Titmouse gently tapped on his shoulder. "Excuse me?"

The male with shaggy brown hair turned about. "What do you-"

*WHACK*!

As the Tamer fell onto his back, the Titmouse lowered her hand slowly. "I'm not in the mood for jerk-offs like you right now, boy. So be a good little no-dick and give me your girl's PokéBall. She's obviously not right for you. For the Carpenter's sake! You're a male and she is a PSI-DYKE! Did you take any Basic Tamer Education Courses at all!?"

Rubbing the back of his hand across his profusely bleeding nose, the Pokégirl Tamer sat up and demanded to know, "Why should I give up my Psi-Dyke? I won her fair and square in PokéBattle! Damn it, that bitch in Cerulesbian was a tough opponent and it was hard-as-hell to simply get into that damned city! I am not giving up my hard-earned prize!" He shouted back at the small Titmouse that was telling him off.

In response, the Mouse-type pokégirl walked back over to the downed and prone form clad in a dirtied white lab-coat. Raising the bruised and battered form of her owner, Maryanne told him, "You see this? THIS is Professor Mahogany Stroak! THIS is what gives ME the authority to tell you to SHUT YOUR CAKEHOLE, FUCK-FACE!" She held out her left-hand to him. "Now hand me that PokéBall, dick-cheese! It's just flippin' common sense that a male Tamer cannot handle a Psi-Dyke!"

Getting to his feet, the brunette glared at the flat-chested pokégirl. "And if I say no?" Asked the obviously mentally slow male Tamer. The other two had the sense to start backing away and get themselves out of the range of fire before it was too late.

Grabbing Stroak by his shirt, Maryanne swung him around as hard as she could. "BOOT TO DA HEAD!"

"WHAT THE FU-" The Tamer was cut off suddenly as the Professor slammed into him feet-first, his left foot smashing him in the mouth and the other across his eyes and the bridge of his nose, causing a further spout of blood.

Whistling, Azalea, Jetta and Misty held up signs.

[10] [10] [9.5]

"A NINE-POINT-FIVE!?" Maryanne shrieked. Stupid Threshold girls! Yes, she herself had been a Threshold case but that only meant she knew what kind of bitches such pokégirls could be!

Lowering her score-card, the Tomboy huffed in indignation. "I could've done better..." Misty mumbled to herself. No, it didn't have anything to do with the fact she was still pissed off that the Professor wasn't anywhere near as smart as everyone told her he was and was taking it out on the Titmouse, not at all...

Groaning as he sat up, the Tamer held his baseball cap to his nose, trying to use it as a handkerchief. "Thousand Gods-damned!" He cursed through the pain.

Stomping over to the downed Tamer, Maryanne glared down at him with a harsh gaze. Holding her hand out to him, she demanded, "The Psi-Dyke's PokéBall... NOW!"

"Oh bite me you flat-chested little bitch!" The Tamer growled as he got back to his feet for a second time. "Why should I listen to some ugly, tomboyish, common, TITLESS pokégirl like you?" He demanded. "Well, tell me you breastless beast! TELL ME!"

The Titmouse's 'answer' would see to it that he didn't pollute the gene-pool further. "BOOT TO DA CROTCH!"

As the Tamer fell down with such a force, the young Lupina could only stare in shock. "HOLY CRAP!" Jetta shouted out from the side and not just from the fact the Titmouse had kicked a man square in his testicles. "She's glowing!"

Watching the scene with interest, the elder WolfQueen stared. "Maryanne is evolving!" She chuckled. "I guess she finally got enough experience from beating up her owner and that dumbass Tamers to cross her power threshold..."

"Who's that pokégirl?" Misty asked... she blinked her eyes as the glowing stopped and... wow, she stood at five feet in height now, was more human looking with only mouse ears and a tail and... she had B-CUPS!? Damn! If she knew the Titmouse was going to get better breasts than she had, Misty would've given her a '9'!

"It's Mousewife!" Jetta shouted, recognizing the form.

Grinning as she held up a broom which had seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, Maryanne glared down at the Tamer, her eyes glowing with a power unprecedented. "Mousewife..."

Staring in horror at the pokégirl as a butcher's knife suddenly appeared from the middle of the broom's brush bristles, he held up the Psi-Dyke's PokéBall in offering. "H-here! J-just take it!" He took off his pokébelt with his other PokéBalls and held it out to her with his other hand. "Take 'em all! Just leave me alone!" He pleaded for mercy.

Slowly shaking her head left and right, Maryanne would've told him it was the principal of the thing now, having called her titless so many times. Instead, she simply said, in a most demonic-sounding voice that at the moment could've scared a Widow, "Mousewiiiife..."

"Ten slc says she plans to stuff the broom handle up his ass," offered Jetta.

The Tomboy raised an eyebrow. "Well, twenty slc says she castrates him," Misty countered.

"Fifty says she castrates him and stuffs the dick up his ass with the broom handle... sideways!" Azalea told the group.

"Deal!" The two younger girls shouted, taking the older pokéwoman's bet.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The Tamer's screamed echoed out throughout the skies of Viridick Forest.

Jetta just snorted. "Prick passed out just from our bets. What a wuss."

Nodding her head, the Psi-Dyke commented, "I could've told you that." Ah well, at least she was finally out of his 'care'... stupid male.

"Well … that was fucking creepy," muttered one Rocket Grunt as the group made their way out of the Woods.

"He's always creepy," shuddered another, having been on more than his fair share of trips into the Woods to debrief Shino. "Though I will admit, him spacing out like that and bleeding from the nose was a bit new."

"Quiet, you little shits, before I waste you myself," growled Taro. "I don't need us found out because you fucking pansies wanna chat about wetting yourselves."

The Grunts quickly became silent. Sure, the insult might have pissed them off, but that anger was no match for their fear of Taro. He wasn't expendable; they were.

He was currently thinking of what Aburame had informed him of before the Agent—for the lack of a better term—froze. All the bug-boy muttered was 'smooth red silk', whatever that meant. The Assassin was just glad this wasn't his assignment, hopefully his only trip to these woods as well. But they got the report they needed.

The missing team now had pussies between their legs, turned Hive by the very group they had been sent to pillage. Taro had to admit that if he had the time, he wouldn't mind going there and teaching those insect girls a lesson, let alone capturing a few of the turned Rocket members, if for nothing else than to see their faces as he Tamed the shit out of them. Giovanni would be upset, but hardly pissed at losing such a team. In Rocket, you either succeeded or you were a sex toy; there was no room for failures. Fools probably thought Aburame would help them. Didn't those assholes know that the shit's bug skills wouldn't work worth a shit near a Buzzqueen?

He had learned a bit about the group the missing bitch they had been sent to investigate ended up with. She was definitely with the Saotome ass, which would be all the better for Taro when he went to 'personally' thank the fool for holding onto the skunk slut. Ah yes, he owed Saotome several 'thank you' beat-downs from before his disappearance. When I get a hold of that pigtailed fucker, he'll wish he stayed missing.

But first, they had their second mission to deal with: a scorched-earth assignment, dealing with two fools who had made the very poor mistake of being considered 'loose ends' to Team Rocket.

And Team Rocket had one way and only one way to deal with loose ends.

As the group made it to a hidden entrance to the Woods, he paused, spotting several psychic pokégirls in formation. The group's only job at the moment was to keep the entrance hidden and keep them from being spotted by a possible psychic scan.

This meant that Taro could finally give out the orders. "Okay you limp fuckers," he started with a sneer, knowing none of them would dare attack him—while hoping one was stupid enough to try, he could really use some venting activities right now, "you all head to Pewtit. I want you to scan the remaining pokégirls of Krankcase and that inbred cousin of his, tested to see if they knew, I want that garage a smoldering pile of cinders with no chance of connection or discovery by noon, and I want any and all evidence we ever used that place reduced to smoke.

"While you worthless shits are doing that—and hopefully not failing miserably—I'll be heading to visit the fuckers in prison and making sure they don't talk... ever," he finished with a sneer. Oh sure, silencing someone in prison wasn't his usual forte—what with the need for discretion and the non-existent allotment for death and carnage—but it was certainly better than having a psychic scan a few pokégirls and then burn down a garage. Besides, Giovanni informed him that should he go and make any moves towards Saotome before Rocket was ready to deal with him, not only would his serum be gone, but they would turn Taro into a nice little obedient slut.

And he certainly didn't want to end a winged Milktit, thank you. Thousand Gods knew what they would do to him in Entertainment... although it did give him a nice mental image of perhaps doing it to Saotome when that ass's time came.

The Grunts nodded quickly—ignoring the perverted leer and the mad cackling of their leader, making their way to the tunnels and their assigned psychics following. Team Rocket did not like procrastinators and did not tolerate anyone who put off their assignment. You gave your all or you became something that was given away.

Taro sneered as they scurried away, little spineless vermin that they were. If it wasn't something that would get him feminized, he'd squash one of them just for shits and giggles.

Same thing with the psychics, but they needed all of them for the mission. And these girls were some of the best Giovanni had. He might not mind the occasional Bunnygirl getting crushed or ripped to shreds, but he most certainly did mind when pokégirls he had invested a lot into were slaughtered.

Turning, he looked at the trio that remained, three he knew were going to be needed for his own assignment to be completed. Sure, he couldn't kill anyone himself, not if Rocket was to keep deniability.

But at least he'd be able to watch. "Come on then," he growled, as he strode to the hidden tunnel, knowing that after they left, a system would kick on and ensure no one saw or used it aside from the next Rocket Grunt sent to gather Aburame's reports.

Nodoka smiled as she made her way back through the woods to the RV entrance. The Buzzqueen's report had been very thorough. She had learned everything from Team Rocket's assault on the Hive, to the battle her son apparently had with an Arachnae—something she would need to work later on to figure out how it wondered into Buggy Woods in the first place, and the worthless motorist that had trashed a path through the forest. The available plant-types with the Hive were already working along the path of destruction, trying to hide it enough so foolish Tamers would not take it.

Not that it would work. Some Tamers would assume it was some secret path leading to something they could use/capture and Tame. But that was not her problem after a certain point. It wasn't like she could save everyone, at some point the Tamers had to accept responsibility for their own actions, no matter how stupid and self-destructive they were.

Just more cannon fodder for the Hive, just like those Rocket Grunts, she mused as her hand patted the satchel at her side, one that held the identifiable items of said Grunts. These she could turn in, earning a small reward since they were now … MIA and assumed Pokégirl. Who knew; perhaps the guys had bounties on their heads somewhere.

The rest was back at her Research Shelter, where she could work on it later. After all, you never knew what could come stomping through those woods. And if an Arachnae had somehow gotten in, she might need those Elemental Pistols at a later date. Illegal or not, she wasn't going to be left unprepared because some paid-off political figure decided he'd rather be on someone's payroll than doing their job.

"Did we truly need all of these botanical products, Mistress?" asked Kinshou.

"Well, it would be rude not to," replied Nodoka. After all, one simply did not turn down gifts from a Buzzqueen. "Besides, you enjoy bathing with them just as much as I do." Of course, you don't get the thrill of sending a nice voyeur into shock from blood loss by doing so. Oh yes, she knew he was watching her again. That was the whole point to using some of the supplies to clean herself up in the outside shower as well as taking care of several personal grooming issues.

Besides, her girls preferred her smooth as a newborn.

Kinshou sighed, recognizing that her Mistress was in one of her moods. Normally she might harbor a bit of resentment at being forced to carry so much—after all, why the hell did they take those two plant-types from the Buzzbreasts if they weren't at least going to use them as beasts-of-burden. But judging by what her Mistress had done in the shower, it was also very possible she was in for one hell of a Taming that night.

Hopefully this time it wouldn't involve her Mistress making her child watch and take notes. That didn't exactly help the mood.

Well, he should have a tent, she mused. Perhaps I can spin things with Mistress so that he can be stuck out there for the night with his harem.

Besides, he has to deal with that now. "Mistress, I know the Cutiepie came willingly, but are your certain that your son will be capable of... dealing with her now, given that he still has yet to fully Bond with his current harem?" she asked, trying not to sound as if she was questioning the boy's skill. She wanted some pussy tonight, damn it!

"But she's just so cyuuuuuuuute!" squealed Nodoka, patting the head of the Cutiepie now walking beside them. "And they always got along well with little Ash when he would come here with me. And how can I turn down such an adorable little pokégirl? She so wants to be with my son!"

The bug-type just smiled serenely. Now she could go see the world and so soon after growing out of her pokékit stage. She just hoped the male would be gentle with her. He seemed like the gentle type. She was just lucky that the others were still kits, or they would have tried to take this from her.

Head lowered in resignation, Kinshou continued on. There was going to be no talking her Mistress out of that course of action. "Do we have everything you need?"

"Yes," smiled Nodoka. "They were even able to give me a nice description of the human females that were with my elder son." And such lovely girls as well. Granted, the one with the shortest hair seemed to have some anger issues, but surely being saved like she was will change some of that.

I just can't believe it! My son not only returns to me, but he has a harem of human women with him! Oh joy of joys; he truly is manly!

Though for the life of me, I can't figure out how he managed to get three women to follow him. Thousand Gods knows it most certainly wasn't from Genma. The man was barely manly enough for one woman.

But Ranma has three women! Oh, I can already envision the grandbabies and pokékits he'll be giving me to spoil!

Soon, they had made it to the Gate closest to the RV Park, finding a guard already waiting for them.

"Evening, Ms. Sexum," said a slightly overweight male named Fred. "Take it you had a good time."

"Oh, the best," Nodoka mused with a smile. "Everything was fine at my Research Shelter, though the Buzzbreasts did leave me a little something."

With that, Kinshou opened the satchel, displaying the Rocket Grunt uniforms and PokéDexes.

"Aw shit," muttered Fred. "Damned if this isn't going to keep me in paperwork for a week. Look at all this crap," he said, pulling one torn jacket out of the bag. "Take it they ain't Rocket anymore."

"Oh, I'm sure they're buzzing about," smiled Nodoka with a smile. "There should be enough in there to at least identify the morons who sought to ambush the Hive."

"Have any rewards transferred to your account again, Ms. Sexum?" he asked.

"Of course," she purred. True, she wasn't attracted to the guy, not even if he carried a fleshy stick she needed.

It was his moustache. What sort of man in this day and age had a handle-bar mustache? "Take fifteen percent for yourself as well."

"Thank ya, ma'am," he said with an honest smile. That was why he liked her so much, always generous with her tips and never caused him any trouble.

"By the way," Nodoka continued, pulling out a map of Buggy Woods, "some idiot in an RV with attachment barreled through this section here," she started, marking where the Buzzbreasts had said the RV had damaged the forest. "The plant-types are already trying to repair it, but you know how stupid some Tamers can be."

"Don't I know it," murmured the man. "Hell, that's how I got me that new home; jackass went in and all they found was his backpack. Lucky for me the fool left his keys in it." It was one of the perks of working at Buggy Woods: salvage rights.

Smart Tamers would stay to the more protected paths; those with special devices that kept most of the pokégirls from overrunning the place. They went in; either stayed clear of danger areas and made a beeline to where they needed to go. It still gave them plenty of opportunity to get some of the local pokégirls and leave.

Common Tamers went wherever they liked. They'd attack random pokégirls, not even realizing they didn't see ten for every one they did see, and as a result tended to be overwhelmed. They acted brash and without foresight and often proper preparation.

They also tended to disappear and the only remains usually found were there gear. After all, what use did a bug-type have for instant ramen or expensive backpacks, motor vehicles, medicines and such? None, but they always seemed to leave it where a sweeps could find it, usually along a roadside.

Hell, this month he had gotten a new bike, watch, wallet, and the new Mineko and the Pussycats CD, not to mention the usual sex toys he could find. Ah, his Vixxen so did love those.

Nodoka just nodded and smiled. Poor guy didn't know that what he got wasn't the best the foolish Tamers left behind. After all, the pokégirls would always approach her with it first before dropping it along the roadsides. Her Research Shelter was better stocked than most armories, hospitals, and specialty shops combined. She'd been able to sell some of the stuff to afford the TM she used to allow the Buzzqueen to talk human. But if she admitted to the truth, she'd have nothing but 'surprise sweeps' of her research area, she'd never get anything done... or good.

"Leaving with a new sample?" he asked, spotting the Cutiepie that clung to Nodoka's shirt.

"A present for my youngest," she replied. "He just passed his Tamer's Exam and I want him to have a familiar pokégirl in his harem. Diversity does make for a better Tamer," she commented.

"Ah, so Little Ash Sexum finally passed his exam," smiled Fred. "Oh, I do have some good news on that punk who poisoned him last year, Gary What's-his-name," he continued. "Bastard tried to beat the snot out of some guy and rape some human girls in here a few days ago. Heard they gave him a whole new outlook on life," he said smiling and winking.

That did cheer Nodoka up a bit more. So that little asshole got his dick changed into a pussy… couldn't have happened to a nicer bastard. She never did care for the Professor's grandson, even less since she learned he had been the one who gave her youngest that poisoned drink to keep him from taking his exam the previous year. The fact said bully was now of the pokégirl persuasion was icing on the cake. "Well, can't say I'm upset to hear that, let alone surprised. Gary was always a bit of a…"

"Utter asshole?" asked Fred.

"Well, I wouldn't say that," she replied. "It isn't nice to speak of the dearly departed... or recently transgendered."

"Do you know what he became?" asked Kinshou, having an odd feeling.

"Not really," muttered Fred, scratching his messy hair. "Heard he became some steel-type, but you'd have to ask Professor Stroak about it. They sent the little twit to him after they changed him."

"I... see," said the Dominatrix, trying to keep her smile off her face. So that annoying bastard will now be the playtoy of Mistress's son. Oh, wait until the wolves hear about this. And I doubt the old codger even bothered to check on his grandson, probably doesn't even know he gave his 'granddaughter' to the boy's nemesis! "Excuse me for a moment, Mistress," said Kinshou, as she walked off the path and behind several bushes.

"What's up with he—"

"BWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"I would assume she didn't want to do that in front of us," muttered Nodoka, hoping to get an answer from her pokégirl before they returned to their RV.

"Well," growled Nodoka, as she spotted a very familiar RV parked next to her own in the distance, "at least I won't have to go far to trounce the fool who tore through the woods like that."

"No fighting," growled an elderly man near her, who was working hard to shut off a busted pipe.

"Dear me," said Nodoka in shock. "Marvin, what happened?"

"Some damned fool tore out of here without unhooking his utilities first," growled the park supervisor. "Now I got to deal with water and an exposed electrical line. Half the people here are gonna want a refund for their utilities because of that ruddy bastard."

"So charge him the difference," shrugged Nodoka. "Thousand Gods know you can do it. You're the only RV park operator I know with a hundred-page contract to sign before they can stay here."

"Aye, there is that," muttered the elderly man as his pokégirls worked to fix the damaged utilities. "But still... the ruddy bastard left me with such a fix-it job. I'd like to ring his scrawny neck for making this mess. Asshole'll never use one of my parks again, I can tell you that," he grumbled.

Nodoka nodded, glad that her own RV was on the other side of the lot, thus still had its utilities. Cooking dinner over a fire was never one of her strong suits. "Was there any particular reason someone tore ass out of here?" she asked in curiosity. "Nothing got loose, did it?"

"Nah," muttered Marvin. "Little bitch got yelled at by a Titmouse because he thought his dick could cure a Psi-Dyke. When he decided to punish her for agreeing with the Titmouse, well…" he left off.

Nodoka could only sigh at that. "You know, they really need to add a bit into those Tamer's License Exams to check for basic common sense. I'm afraid the Darwin Society is running out of funds to pay for their plaques." The Darwin Society was a group dedicated to proving that society could be more intelligent. As a joke, they promised to fund a basic plaque for those who died in 'pre-Sukebe Darwin Award Moments'.

Sadly, they had no idea that the numbers of who died were not being exaggerated, but underscored. Luckily, the government helped them out—using it as a tax-right-off.

"So fucking true," muttered Marvin, as he watched his pokégirl work on the snapped waterline. "Sorry to cut this short, Nodoka; I gotta get this done before these Tamers start needing power to satisfy their girls."

The redheaded mother of two giggled lightly. Sure, Marvin didn't flirt with you, but you'd never meet a more brutally honest and upfront man in all the leagues. Nor could one ever oppose his brutally honest bills. Many Tamers often had to leave a League badge—for their current league, not a foreign league—to even stay in the Parks.

And if that guy tore out without even disconnecting his services, odds were that he now needed to go defeat a gym leader again or hoped he had more than he needed.

Oh well, one less idiot making a good enough name for himself to earn some breeding rights. Not like my manly son; a man who has three human women with him, pokégirls aside, and if the Buzzqueen was correct, all three had such good breeding hips… "Well then, I best be off to make sure my youngest has dinner and my oldest is sent a message to wait for me."

"Oldest? Ya found him?"

Nodoka nodded. "He's back in Pewtit; somehow winded up here a few days ago with some human girls and a Skunkette."

Marvin scratched his head. "I think I heard something about that from one of the other parks on the north side of the Woods," he muttered. "That was your boy?"

Seeing her nod, he continued. "Brave little bastard, taking on a spider-type like that. Too many of these little shits run at the first sign of trouble. Good man, your boy."

She nodded proudly, as they left the caretaker to his work.

"We should have informed him of the arrogant traveler in the RV, Mistress," offered Kinshou.

"Perhaps," said Nodoka. "But Marvin doesn't have a thing to do with anything that happens inside the Woods. He can only influence things outside of the woods.

"I on the other hand am a Watcher, and as such, I have certain legal abilities to deal with all those who seek to harm protected sanctuaries. And technically speaking, this RV park near the entrance is still part of the Woods." Her smile only grew as the trio of human woman and two pokégirls made their way to her RV.

However, Nodoka's righteous fury became complete confusion, as she watched several of the pokégirls in her group including a new Psi-Dyke and Professor Stroak's assistant Rita, watch as the guilty party's RV wobbled dangerously, the occasional stressed sound of the support struts undergoing stress could be heard. "Ladies?"

"Welcome back, Mistress," said Azalea. "Popcorn?"

"It's got extra butter," offered Jetta.

"Thank you," said the confused Watcher, as she took a seat, followed by the other two pokégirls. "May I ask what everyone is watching?"

"Payback," said Rita.

"Okay," muttered Nodoka. "Who's payback?"

Her answer came as the driver's side door opened, spilling a very familiar naked form out, upside down, foot caught in a seat belt.

"NO MORE!" cried Stroak, as he tried to free himself. Several bruises could be seen on his limbs and around his genitals, as well as several dozen bite marks. "LET ME GO, YOU OBSESSED WOMAN!"

"MOUSEWIFE!" came the dark cry, as a fur-covered arm shot out, grabbing the now free foot, and began to pull the man back into the RV.

"MARYANNE! LET ME GO! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! FOR THE LOVE OF KY, SOMEONE HELP ME! GIVE ME A HAND!"

The assembled girls who had been watching the show for the last half hour gave a very polite golf-clap.

Stroak's eyes filled with rage. "Why you—ACK!" he cried, as he was yanked into the RV, the door shutting behind him, restoring silence to the camping lot. Soon, the sounds of the stressed struts returned to the air.

"So... Maryanne evolved," commented Nodoka.

"It would appear so, Mistress," smiled Kinshou. Well, that was one method of payback that couldn't get the neo-Mousewife in trouble. "Though I fear he may soon regret having uttered the phrase 'KY' in the presence of a pokégirl in the midst of a Taming Fury."

Nodoka nodded sagely. "May I ask what sent her into an evolution and her current... state?"

"That would be me," smiled the Psi-Dyke. "She dealt with my old Tamer. Worthless dick believed he could cure me with his fleshy protrusion, didn't like that I disagreed, and backhanded me. Though I have to say the bruising was soworth it to see his ass handed to him by a Titmouse."

Nodoka nodded. Oh, this was bound to be a very interesting story. I wonder if the outside monitoring cameras caught it. "Well my dear, my current harem is pretty full. But we are going to see my eldest child in Pewtit tomorrow, and I know he has three human girls accompanying him. Perhaps one of them would be interested in such a fine quality of pokégirl as yourself."

The Psi-Dyke raised her left eyebrow. "They sound like breeders."

"Oh my dear, I doubt my son would force himself on you. And besides, I'll make certain they understand the unique handling having a Psi-Dyke requires of them. We wouldn't want them forcing you into a sexual situation with my son just to satisfy any kinks they may have." Though she did wonder if her eldest was manly enough to woo even lesbian pokégirls. Some lesbian pokégirls didn't mind if a male watched, but none ever enjoyed a male participating.

Oh well, a mother can dream… "Speaking of my manly children, where is Ash?"

"Peeka," smiled the Peekabu, as she finished her work. Now, if she could only find the right blush to go with her Tamer's new hairstyle and outfit. The bra really went well with his eyes.

"Baareeeeegh," drooled Ash as the sedatives continued to do their work.

Nabiki's hand slowly reached out from under the covers, trying to find the offending item that was trying to return her to the waking world. It took her several tries before her hand finally landed on it, listen it up, and pulling it under the covers, much like a monster with its prey.

"Ms. Tendo," came an all too cheerful voice through the phone, "this is the morning wakeup call you requested today to ensure you made it to the Tamer's Exam held today in Room 13."

All she could do was growl darkly into the receiver.

"Breakfast will be served for the next two hours, and we have already delivered the wakeup calls to your sisters, as requested. Let us know if you need any further assistance.

"Have a nice day," was the finally reply before the line disconnected.

It was tempting, oh so very, very tempting to toss the phone against the wall and return to the Land of Nod with dreams of pigtailed lovers and naughty fiancées. The last one with a bound Ukyo had been kind of interesting.

But such wasn't to be. She needed to get up, get some food, and take the Exam, just as Kasumi would—especially if she wanted those Milktits—and as Akane would—and thus need some extra hands to keep her temper under control, especially if some of the guys like those who accosted Ranma-chan last night were there.

"Ouch," she hissed, sitting up, hands going to her waist. "Guess I'm still a little sore," she muttered, wincing as she forced her body to stand up. She was a martial artist's daughter, so she knew all about how some muscle pains didn't show up until the next day. So she wasn't too surprised that she was still so stiff in the morning. "Damn, I had hoped the walk and the soak would have taken care of this," she murmured, making her way to a standing position, and wincing with every step as she moved towards her bathing supplies.

She was somewhat grateful and disappointed to wake up alone this morning. Granted, with as stiff and as sore as she was, it probably wouldn't have gone far. But she had enjoyed the actual sleeping at Jolie's. Now... it wasn't so bad.

The after-effects however…

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow," she repeated, as she made her way to the door. Hopefully another quick soak would at least allow her to walk without wincing in pain throughout the day.

Shutting her door, she turned around, eyes closed and taking in a deep breath. Admitting pain inside her room was one thing—hopefully one thing not being recorded by the voyeuristic nurses that ran this place, but showing it outside was a sign of weakness both her new and old self would never allow. She had to be strong, damn it! She was Nabiki Tendo and was to be feared as such.

"Excuse me."

"GAH!" Nabiki 'calmly' responded, her bath supplies flying in the air as she tripped over herself and fell to the ground, landing on her sore backside.

"Are you okay?" asked Nurse Jill, looking at the injured Tendo.

"Except for my pride," Nabiki mumbled, trying to stand up and wincing once again. "And my ass," she hissed.

"I apologize, Ms. Tendo; it was not my intention for you to be injured."

"Speak of this to no one, destroy the visual records of it, and get me some cream for my aches and pains; we'll call it even."

Helping her up, Jill could only smile. "Yes; one never really expects such after effects from their first time taking it up the ass," she said, her smiling never lowering, despite the fact Nabiki's face had just gone pale. "But given time and lots of practice, I'm sure you'll wonder how you ever got along with just plain old normal sex."

"...And exactly how did you know I got... that?"

Jill winced slightly. Okay, it is probably best not to tell her about her appearance on BoobTube quite yet. Maybe after her test…

Yes, telling her now will only serve to upset her and lessen her chances of passing her Tamer's Exam. Okay, she knew it was a bullshit excuse, but she could lie to herself, especially after how scary the pure human girl had been when she had learned about the taping of the scene in the bathroom.

Quickly coming to a solution, she just returned to her smile once more, nervousness gone. "Ms. Tendo, I have been a nurse for all of my life. I would like to think I can recognize the actions of one whose had their first experience with anal sex, as well as those who have perhaps been Tamed a bit too hard.

"Nevertheless, I am certain it was an enjoyable experience, since you are not cursing the very existence of the being that shoved their pipe up your ass."

She fought hard to hide her blush, failing. Nabiki knew enough of how to read people that Jill wasn't telling her everything. But considering she was hoping to get some balm or whatnot for her rear, she decided to hold off for now.

"There are some numbing creams we do have to speed the process along, help the muscles relax and rebuild quicker. I shall have an assistant drop them off in the bath for you.

"Thanks," Nabiki said with a sigh. "Did you have anything else you needed to ask?"

"Well... a few of the other staff members were hoping that while your sister was still recovering, if it wouldn't hamper with his needs to deal with his own harem and you, that we might get some quality Taming time with Ranma as well," nervously requested Jill.

"So why are you asking me and not him?" wondered Nabiki.

"Oh, that's easy," smiled Jill, "we wanted to come to the one in charge of the group. And to be honest, it is pretty obvious that that is you."

Nabiki slowly nodded, replaying the events of her actions in this world. Whenever a decision needed to be made, it was her; that much was obvious. Perhaps it had something to do with a need for control. She had been the puppet-master in Nerima, making them all dance for her amusement, playing forces against each other for fun or profit, no matter the probable consequences.

And it wasn't like she could have left it to the others. If she did, Kasumi and Ranma would have spilled everything during their first encounter with Officer Jolie. Not that she was a bad chance to take—a tasty one, actually—but they just didn't know at the time. Neither of the two were ready to make such decisions right now.

I hope they are soon. Everyone needs to grow up sometime. And it was time for some of the weight to get off my shoulders.

Although, it would seem that Ranma-kun can be taught. Now if we can just get him some more of that spirit outside of sex. "I'll speak to him of it. He's pretty much Tamed all of his team except for Cassandra, and I'm pretty sure he'll end up doing that today." She was more than sure, as she planned to have the Elf go after him while they were taking their test. As if Saotome was actually going to get to practice today. Next time he practices, it'll be to help train us.

You know what, I'll even wear that Kami-awful suit Kasumi got from the market. Though it'll be fun to see how much I can tease him during it.

"It would be much appreciated, Ms. Tendo," said the smiling Nurse Joy.

Nabiki nodded. "I take it from yours and Jolie's reaction that good men are more than hard to find here."

"You have no idea," sighed Jill. "Most of them, if they had a clue, they'd be dangerous. The ones who really are any good usually find a Bond-mate quickly enough and drop out of the Taming Game. Most human males that might show some skill and care in the bedroom are so because they are trained to bring out the best in arranged marriages, especially since a divorce will pretty much decimate both families."

"Huh?"

"Arranged marriages are done on the hope and plan of a permanent bonding. Divorce may not entirely favor the female, but it does enough to cost both sides enough. And if the male is even suspected of trying to have helped along the females shuffling off the mortal coil, I can't even describe what happens to them," Jill finished, shivering.

Nabiki nodded, making her own plans to immediately check into those marriage and divorce laws. She had no reason to assume Genma of this world wasn't as free with his marriage proposals as their Uncle Genma was. Last thing she wanted was some legal technicality biting her in the ass later.

Not that she wanted to marry Ranma at the moment, but she'd rather have the options open. And to be honest, Genma Saotome's mistakes tended to be the ones no one ever filed paperwork on. "I see," she replied, thinking carefully. It wasn't like they could research too well on Genma…

Or could they? "Can you get me as much information available anywhere on the local Ranma and his father?"

"I... should be able to," replied Jill. After all, it wasn't illegal if said patient asked you to. Granted, they weren't the ones of this world, but there was hardly a box for that on the request forms.

"Get them as soon as you can, and I promise you that when Ranma-kun is finished, you'll be ruined for all other males," Nabiki replied with a smile. After talking with Jolie, she understood a bit more of this world's lack of 'valuable males'. And if perhaps a little nookie from Ranma would smooth things over; who was she to complain?

Though given how I feel, I probably would have worked for a way to include all the remaining fiancées if for nothing else than to give myself some rest time. I mean, Shampoo could fall under the Mistress provisions society allows. And Ukyo would probably be good if Auntie adopted a Ranko Saotome with provisions to allow her into the clan without any past promises from Uncle Baka. Ukyo is registered at school as a boy, after all.

Or is she? I mean, she said after Genma abandoned her, she lived her life as a boy… Ah well, that doesn't matter at the moment.

Kodachi would be a bit more difficult. But considering even with Mariko, she's probably the only Kuno that's going to be able to reproduce, we could have worked something out.

Simply put, I doubt my nether regions could have taken Ranma as his only outlet for sex.

Jill nodded happily. "I'll do what I can, Ms. Tendo."

As the Nurse Joy skipped off happily, Nabiki allowed herself a smile. She had managed after all to get something very important without harming anyone. She doubted Ranma would mind Taming a few Joys. Anything to give my own loins some extra time to recover.

I do have to wonder if Kasumi ever felt any issues from her own time with Ranma, or was he too tired from Kiiro and Asrial beforehand. It was no doubt after all that beside Ranma's morning session with Kiiro and Kasumi, he'd been abstinent all day. And Jolie's objection had been to 'cure' Nabiki of her anger.

"We'll find out, I guess," she murmured. "Does make one worried, however, of what Ranma-kun would have been like without someone else to focus his sexual energy on," she wondered, as she made her way to said pigtailed lover's room.

Opening the door, she smiled as she felt the smell of sex smack her in the face. True, she had wanted to be part of the event—Ranma plus catgirls would normally have been trouble, what with the Nekoken and all.

However, the Nekoken hadn't escaped. Once again, it appeared to be contained to a simple act, this time sex instead of sleep. Padding her way into the room gently so as not to aggravate her already bruised nether regions or awaken her target, she made her way to Ranma's bed.

The sheets were off his body, as well as those of Alice and Cyan, revealing their nude forms to the world. In fact, she was all but certain stills of the image of the sunlight hitting his crotch were being spread out to other Nurse Joys right now, meaning all three or at least Ranma would once again be asked for an autograph session.

Not a bad image. Hell, back in Nerima, I could have easily made 5000 yen just from a photo of that... well, minus the catgirls at least.

Then again, there were always girls who wanted pictures of both sides of Ranma. Guys too... And catgirls do sell…

Smiling, she moved towards the head of the bed, leaning slightly over to avoid the heads of Cyan—who she was closest to—and peeled open Ranma's left eye.

She didn't gasp at least when she saw the slitted iris, even in his sleepy state. Well, I guess we know what happened to the Nekoken after sleeping with some catgirls.She did get some feeling of safety that on this world, the Nekoken was becoming something more.

I wonder if this means Ranma-kun will have some control over the Nekoken now, or if perhaps just maybe, he'll have an affinity for cat-types now. She did wonder how this would affect his later ratings. After all, technically, Ranma was registered as having a blood curse to explain his Jusenkyo Curse. How would this world register the Nekoken, especially if he ever gained some control over it?

And would it mean that they'd have to deal with horny catgirls tracking them down as well as local law enforcement?

Shaking her head, she released his eyelids, her eyes drifting to a certain lower portion of his anatomy, also exposed and highlighted by a beam of sunshine streaming past the curtains.

Licking her lips, she decided that yes, she would gain something from this after all.

With a finally decision, she opened her mouth and lowered herself towards her target: morning wood.

"Now come on, Akane," smiled Kasumi, as she escorted her little sister to the cafeteria, gently pushing the wheelchair Akane was confined to for her times outside of the recovery room. "You can tell me."

Akane just continued to blush fiercely, not really believing what her sister was asking her. Her first instinct was to blame Ranma, but she fought it down, as Kasumi had stated she had heard Akane through the door, her and Nabiki listening in to 'ensure nothing bad happened'.

Eavesdropping under the guise of well-wishes did little to lower the embarrassment factor any. "Can we just drop it?" she begged quietly, hoping no one was listening to them.

"Now sister, we are supposed to share things with each other," said the smirking Kasumi. Kami, how she missed teasing her sisters. She hadn't felt like this since their mother passed away.

"Fine then," said Akane, a smirk growing on her face. "Then you answer first. Have you ever dreamt of sleeping with them?"

"Oh my, yes," said Kasumi in a pleasant smile. "Though my dreams of Ryoga-kun tend to be him walking in on me bathing or dressing and taking me. And I only had a dream of taking Ranma-chan's innocence a few times, but that was usually only on the times she showed up topless and dripping wet at the kitchen door," Kasumi continued to murmur. "And for Ranma-kun… About once a week on average, two-to-three times if breakfast was simple enough and I could watch him work out.

"But together… No, can't say I've had that image," she finished with a perverted smile. Though I think I'll have it now…

Akane's eyes went wide. She had never expected her eldest sister to actuallyanswer that. And this wasn't something she could blame on this perverted world; Kasumi's answers had been when they were back home, not now. Man, I never really knew my sister, did I? At this rate, she shuddered at what revelations asking Nabiki might reveal, as it seemed everyone lusted after Ranma at one point or another.

"Now Akane, you can answer it now, since there's no longer a reason for you to be embarrassed," admitted Kasumi, setting her sister's chair beside their reserved table. The food wasn't set out yet, but there would be enough for the group as well as several prepared meals to take to Asrial and Kiiro afterwards. "Now tell the truth: was Ranma always a male in those fantasies? When he was, did he and Ryoga double-team you in an assault from both sides or from both ends? Where they in charge or were you? Was yaoi involved?"

Akane's head hit the table lightly, wishing she wasn't still so sore so she could run away. She absolutely did not want to see this side of her sister. She did not want to admit anything about her naughty dreams, dreams which seemed to increase and take on whole new dimensions thanks to all the studying she had to do for that stupid test. If anyone ever asked—and damned if her sister already hadn't—she would deny and only admit that this world and the painkillers made her say such things.

Before Kasumi could continue her interrogation, the youngest Tendo was saved by the arrival of the remainder of their group. Cassandra entered pushing a cart filled with the food for their breakfast. Nabiki entered ahead of Ranma and the catgirls, a smile on her face, angry glares on the Cheetit and Shadowcat, and a nervous blush on Ranma's.

"Oh Nabiki, you seem to be in a good mood this morning," stated Kasumi with a slight surprise. She figured she would have had to force the teen out of bed using an air horn and a pitcher of ice water. The fact her sister was up and about before 7:30 am local time and fully alert without the aid of coffee was a major shock.

"Oh, you know me, Sis," Nabiki replied with a smile and licking her lips. "Granted, I was about ready to kill my wakeup call, but then I had a nice milkshake and I feel like I can take on the world," she finished with a catlike lick of her lips and a sultry smile directed at Ranma.

Akane never saw his blush as she was in front of him turned away. Otherwise she would have seen his blush grow.

"That was Master's morning milkshake," grumbled Cyan. "And he made it for us to have."

"Ranma makes milkshakes?" asked Akane, trying to get her chair to turn to face the group, stopped by Kasumi's hands holding the brakes down.

"Delicious milkshakes," replied Nabiki with an honest smile. "Some of the best I've ever had. Don't you agree, Kasumi?"

The eldest Tendo just gave her usual innocent smile. "Oh yes, Ranma-kun's milkshakes are the best. They even go well with the juices available here," she finished. Oh yes, they were even better mixed, but she wasn't about to say that.

Timing was best after all, and if Nabiki was going to play this game with her, it wouldn't do to put everything into her first shot.

As the group sat down at the table, Akane turned to Ranma. "Can you make me one of those milkshakes?" she asked innocently.

Ranma nearly passed out right there. Sure, he was more experienced. But there were certain things he had yet to accept about Akane and would most likely continue to do so until after they had been intimate. It was only Alice's quick hand grab that kept him from falling out of his seat.

"Gees, Ranma, you must really need those shakes in the morning," grumbled Akane under her breath.

"You'll have to forgive Master," smoothly said Alice. "Cyan and I did tend to push him to his limits last night. We may have pushed him a bit too hard."

"Milkshake was ours," grumbled Cyan again. Damn it, it was supposed to be their time with their Master, and then that Tendo girl waltzes in while they're sleeping and gives their Master a blowjob.

"Well when can I get some?" asked Akane, still unclear about the game going on between her two sisters. For the moment, she felt it best to pretend she hadn't heard the black catgirl admit that they wore each other out in a night of lustful passion; baby steps after all.

"Well, you can't have any right now," offered Kasumi. "You know the rules about your recovery."

Akane sulked, thinking that her sister was referring to the dietary requirements she was under, not the 'no nookie for two weeks' requirement.

"But I'm sure when your physically able, Ranma will make a milkshake just for you," offered Nabiki with a smile. "Won't you, Ranma?"

"Um... sure," he said, head down, not trusting his body language or ability to lie at the moment.

"Thanks," Akane said with a radiant smile.

Ranma let out a breath of air he hadn't even realized he had been holding. Man, I swear they're trying to get me killed, he mentally complained, not yet ready to face and glare at the girls in question for their little stunts with Akane.

"Who knows," said girl continued, "maybe I'll get them everyday since they seem to be so good for Nabiki," Akane finished.

"Ranma, why are you hitting the table with your head?" asked Akane with worry.

"Stress," he mumbled. I gotta get out of here today and go work out. Being around these girls is really messing with my mind!

"Well, eat up everyone," sighed Nabiki, not wanting to push Ranma anymore—not if it risked premature exposure to Akane or could lead to damage in their relationship. "We got our tests. Cyan, can you and Alice run the food to Asrial and Kiiro. I don't know if the place has a working shower, but you might want to take those extra spandex suits Kasumi bought yesterday with you."

"Sure thing," waved off Alice. She had been hoping to perhaps get her fresh serving of morning milk, but she understood that the Alpha had been busy all night, so too had the mouse girl. Add to that how happy the Alpha would be to have some fresh food and clothes… I may just jump her right there. Now, where did I hide the beads in the RV?

Nabiki turned to face Cassandra, smiling at the Elf.

The pokégirl mouthed a quiet 'thank you' as she dug into her food. Her time had finally come, and with the women busy and the pokégirls working on the RV, she would be all alone with her Master. She even had the perfect outfit to surprise him with. Now if only she could get him out of the sterile Pokécenter and out into the—

"I'll be out back practicing," said Ranma, slowly eating his food, not noticing Cassandra quickly mutter a thankful prayer. "It'll be nice to get some practice done after all of this." Oh yes, he needed to work on some moves, perhaps practice the Yamasenken, especially since some pokégirls could just shrug off his chi attacks like small pebbles. I'll never be caught like that again…

"And we have the test in about an hour," said Nabiki, looking at the clock on the wall.

"I can't believe they actually have tests for this," growled Akane.

"Now Akane, most businesses do have any prospective employee take a test to ensure they are at least mildly qualified for that particular field of work," said Kasumi.

"Please," muttered Nabiki. "The equivalent for this test is asking the person who still needs to have their hands and feet bare to be able to count to twenty, to work as a bank manager.

"I swear that it's almost like they want all the idiots out there to get killed," she muttered. "No offense Akane, but I've already run into more than enough guys here who make Tatewaki look like a literal rocket scientist and a Casanova." A smile grew on her face. "Ranma can back me up on this."

"Huh?" asked the pigtailed boy.

"JigglySlut," said the smirking Mercenary.

SNAP!

Ranma blinked as he looked down at the snapped-apart knife he had been using to cut his meat.

"I take it there is a story to go with that," asked Akane.

"I'll tell you after the exam," said Nabiki.

"I just hope we all pass," said Kasumi worriedly. If she didn't get a good enough grade, the guy from Fortune Farms might not be willing to sell her that Milktit.

"We'll do fine," assured Nabiki. "You've been studying like crazy, all Akane's had to do is study because of her injuries, and I think I can handle whatever they throw my way. I'm sure there won't be any surprises."

Many from Nerima knew better than to openly tempt Fate like that. No matter the universe, Fate will always take the challenge.

This is why Nabiki paused as she caught sight of an older woman through the windows of the Cafeteria, which happened to be right near the entrance of the PokéCenter. Of all the damned people…

"Nabiki..." Akane whispered over to her sister as she looked over to the male sitting at the desk to her right. She could hardly accept what she was seeing.

Knowing all too well what was spooking her youngest sister, the middle Tendo sibling whispered to her, "Don't worry about it. I know what you're thinking but don't worry about it..."

Akane wouldn't hear of it thought. "I'm telling you Nabiki," she said in a low tone of voice that belied conspiracy. "That kid looks awfully familiar."

Rolling her eyes, the brunette with a pageboy haircut told her youngest sister, "Just drop it, okay Akane?" She looked over to the certain individual that was bothering her sister's state of mind... and honestly, bothered her a little as well.

Tapping his pencil on the desk, the blonde whiskered boy with orange jumpsuit was obviously becoming impatient sitting there. "Just you wait, Branohagakure..." he mumbled to himself. "When I return to the Village Hidden in the Bras, I'll be a Master Pokégirl Tamer and then I'll become the next WHORE-KAGE!"

It was then that the eldest Tendo that was stuck sitting behind Nabiki leaned forward and whispered, "You have to admit, it certainly looks like that nice Naruto boy from said manga. Do you think it could be him, Nabiki?"

Nodding her head rapidly, the youngest of the three sisters replied, "It has to be! I mean, this place has perverted... poké-things..." she replied slowly. "What's to say this alternate dimension can't have other things of other stuff we know..." although not being active in many interests outside of martial arts, she wasn't sure she'd catch them. However, she was pretty certain she would recognize something from Dragon Ball Z if she saw it at least. Fortunately for her sanity, she'd yet to come across anything like that.

Sighing as she knew this day wasn't going for the best, the youngest Tendo promised herself that she would see to it she treated herself to a nice drink after she got her grades; either for celebration or to at least dull the pain of failing a test that most likely was going to deal with sex!

However, any thoughts of testing or possibility of why Naruto Uzumaki existed here was replaced by other thoughts of wonderment and FUBAR as the door to the back of the room opened, causing all Tendo girls to gawk in awe. While for Akane, it was over how tall and buxom the woman was; for Kasumi and Nabiki, it was about how that there was yet ANOTHER Naruto-verse analogue here besides that of the kyubi kid himself... although it wasn't so much a surprise for Nabiki, as she'd caught sight of the woman earlier. She just didn't expect her to be in the room as well!

Making her way to the front of the room, the woman turned about sharply, glaring about at the room of rejects and woman. "Alright you brats," she started, slamming her hand on the desk, "let's see if you have the skills and abilities to be Tamers! I've read over your files before this started and let me be the first to say I don't have high hopes for any of you munchkins."

Leaning forward, the eldest of the Tendo sisters whispered to her sister, "Nabiki, that woman looks just like Tsunade from Naruto."

Nodding her head slowly, the middle Tendo sibling tried to suppress a groan as she realized what this woman would be here for. "I know Kasumi, I know. I so need a drink..." she whined to herself. Maybe the analogue from the Naruto manga would be understanding enough to let her get sloshed before taking this test?

"Okay you class of pathetic Pokégirl Tamer wannabes..." the blonde continued as she stared over the collected excuse of teenagers, ages twelve through twenty. "You should know how this is going to go. You have those blank scan-tron sheets on the table before you. Write your name up top and then you fill in bubbles as we go along with this farce. Now before we begin, are there any questions?"

A dozen hands shot up into the air.

Looking over the group of would-be-Tamers, the foreign Exam Proctor pointed out to them, "Need I remind you that none of these questions are to be about my tits?"

Every-single hand went back down to their desks.

The woman's left eye twitched. "All right you little dicks... let's begin this test. Remember to mark the little bubble you think would be the correct answer so you can hopefully get that pokégirl of your dreams or whatever it is you're out to accomplish... although if any of you get over fifty-percent on this, I'll be surprised." Holding up her test book, she told them, "All right, question number one! What pokégirl should be avoided at all costs? A: Widow? B: Mantis? C: Zombabe? D: Cocooner? Or E: Run the FUCK away from all of them you stupid little shits!" The buxom blonde lowered her paper to look at the group. "Remember, mark only ONE bubble!"

Raising an eyebrow, Nabiki wondered how no one could get this. Looking over to the side for a moment, she had to fight to not bang her head on the desk as not only a number of the students but Akane actually seemed to need to mull over the test!

When enough time passes, the woman looked back down to her test book. "All right then, question number two," Tsunade continued. "You only have 15 slc left to your worthless name. You find a Diner that serves breakfast for 6 slc, lunch for 4 slc, and dinner for 5 slc. What do you do? A: Save up to get more money? B: Have breakfast, lunch and dinner for one day? C: Have dinner for three days? D: Have lunch for three days? Or E: FUCK that restaurant and buy yourself fifteen pack cases of ramen for 1 slc each and eat for a month!"

The blonde child of Kitsune pokégirl ancestry grinned. Oh this was an easy one! What else did one need besides ramen? He filled in bubble 'E' of question #2, knowing in full confidence it was the right answer!

Seeing Naruto scribbling down an answer quickly, the blonde proctor let out a breath of relief. At least he had THAT much common sense. "All right, meat-heads, question number three. Your pokégirl has been a very, VERY bad girl. She lost a PokéBattle. What should you do? A: Discipline the unruly pokégirl? B: Let the other Tamer take her PokéBall in salvage; it's cheaper than giving out 1,000 slc? C: Work the pokégirl harder to make her stronger? D: Whore her out to make up for any slc you lost? Or E: All of the aforementioned options are acceptable?" She looked up from her test book and frowned. "MISS TENDO! EYES ON YOUR OWN PAPER!"

Squeaking out in surprise, Akane jumped up in her seat. Looking up at the angry woman she tried to explain, "I wasn't looking at his paper! I was-"

"Trust me," she told the young woman. "If you want to past this test you will NOT cheat off of Mister Uzumaki! Do you want to fail like he's going to? He doesn't know shit!" She smirked. "Believe it!"

Raising his head, the blonde shouted, "HEY! I know what I'm doing! I've taken this test three times already! I'm sure I'll pass it this time around!"

Eyes widening in shock at the woman assuming she was cheating, she continued to try and explain, "But Proctor, I-"

Tsunade cut her off. "Listen I know you got Ranma as your sponsor but don't think even dare think, that because Saotome and I owe each other a few favors that I'm going to go easy on you," she said seriously. "I'll overlook this now but eyes on your own test or else I'm booting your cute little crippled ass out of here? Comprendé?" Her glare dared the girl to say otherwise.

Gulping nervously, the youngest told her, "Yes ma'am." She lowered her gaze back to her paper, prepared to continue taking her test but in the back of her mind she couldn't help but be curious. What did she mean Ranma and she owed each other favors?

Slamming her head down on her desk, Nabiki wanted to cry, she really did. Damn it! Apparently the Ranma native to this universe knew Tsunade! Dear Kami in the heavens, please, please, pretty PLEASE don't let them end up traveling together with her or that Naruto! This world was bad enough as it was!

Waiting for things to calm down a bit amongst the test takers, the blonde finally held up her test book again. "All right now! Question number four..."

Staring wide-eyed, the Shadowcat watched in awe as her Alpha made a Snorlass of herself as she dug into the meal Kasumi had put together for her and Kiiro; fingers tearing into meaty sandwiches and bowl of fruit salad. "Woah, Alpha Asrial... you're ravenous today..."

Nodding her head, Cyan added, "Alpha Asrial... I may believe that speed is life but even I like to slow down for a good meal!"

Asrial stopped only to grab a water bottle and take a big gulp of it, washing the food down her throat. "Ah!" She gasped out for air. Looking over to the two Cat-types, she told them, "Yeah, I know. But damn, I haven't had anything to eat in awhile and I've been working since last night!"

"You haven't slept?" Alice asked in a surprised tone of voice. While impressive and showed the woman was dedicated, it couldn't have been good for the girl's health or state of mind.

Shaking her head, the blonde skunk-girl replied, "I took a two hour nap with Kiiro this morning. The good thing is we just need to let the new electrical system finish their self-calibration routine." She gestured over to the open engine hatch with her hand; a diagnostics computer was computing a read-out. "This sucker should now be able to handle over double the power output without a hitch thanks to my modifications."

Nodding her head as she tried to make sense of what she was being told, Alice asked her, "So you're saying the RV will be able to run properly now even with all the modifications you made to it?"

"Precisely," the Salusian of Imperial Birth replied. "Took some major doing though. I literally had to manipulate the engine's combustion chambers so that it can convert black water faster AND make sure that energy doesn't build up to dangerous proportions but is going to where it's needed to power all aspects of the RV; those present to begin with and my new additions." She grinned. "Think of it this way. We were getting a good a hundred miles or so to the gallon. Now to keep the RV running smoothly, we're doing two-hundred fifty."

The Shadowcat stared at her with a wide-eyed gaze. "S-seriously!?"

Grinning with pride, Asrial told her, "Of course! Plus with the almost tripled output, we can use the major appliances while the vehicle is in motion unlike most RV's, which much watch their battery output when using the appliances and so forth, the stationary batteries have four-times the usual capacity! Plus I added some extra solar cells for storing any extra juice and for when the engine's going, I added some perpetual actuators that will recycle the energy to a modest degree, allowing for extended usage."

Having listened to her Alpha's explanation, now it was the Cheetit pokéwoman that spoke up. "So say, for example, if Mistress Kasumi is using the cooking stove, someone's jacked into the computer port and we have the TV running... it won't effect the drive-battery?"

Giving the spotted feline woman a firm nod of her head, Asrial happily replied, "Yep!"

Cyan whistled. "Wow... no more having to line everyone up to use the bathroom for added energy anymore..."

Nodding her head to that, the Salusian princess admitted, "That's true. And while I could've done better if I had the right stuff, this garage was a gold mine of usable goods plus our 'extras' we found downstairs will ensure our protection." She blinked her eyes as a realization came to her. "Oh! I also forwarded the necessary paper-work to Ranma's PokéDex with an e-mail asking him to talk this over with Nabiki since she should know the money and legal hassles better than anyone else right now."

Blinking her eyes, the Cheetit continued to question, "How'd you do that with your scanner?"

"Oh, I took some... PokéDex parts I found in some bins and added some features besides net surfing." Asrial smirked. Ah yes, nothing like a Salusian-cobbled, under the radar PokéDex. Now she could keep herself up to date and not worry about having to trip any sort of important League sensory equipment. Lord knew she didn't want them tracking an unregistered 'Tamer' or to get any 'Tamer Call Outs'. That would lead to way more hassle than she needed at the moment!

Considering her Alpha's explanation, the Cheetit nodded her head slowly. "Nifty," Cyan replied, smiling widely.

"Nifty and crafty," Alice agreed. Boy, this Alpha of hers really was something! True she seemed so... inexperienced with sex but she sure as nine hells knew her way around technology!

Accepting the praise from the two Cat-types that were going to be her 'Harem-sisters' for some time to come, the blonde skunk-girl turned to the yellow mouse-type. "Kiiro! What's the read-out on the calibration say now?"

The Peekabu turned to the small computer terminal; checking the read-out on screen of the device plugged into the engine. "We have fifteen minutes until full-calibration!"

Grinning widely Asrial told her, "Excellent!" Oh yes, she couldn't wait to get the new and improved RV running. It was going to be the be-all and end-all of Team Rocket slaying devices! Look out you pesky pokégirl thieves! Mama Asrial was going to lay the smack-down on your pathetic asses!

Bringing a block of cheese to her mouth, the Electric-type pokégirl swallowed the mouthful of Fortune Farms dairy product. "So Alpha Asrial..." Kiiro chimed in. "Once this is done, will you get to making us some 'toys'?"

That made both Cat-types' ears perk up with interest. "Toys?" Cyan repeated curiously. "What's Kiiro talking about?" The Cheetit inquired as she leaned in to get a good look at her Alpha, putting her focus on the Salusian.

To the trio of gazes she received, Asrial sweat-dropped at the sudden attention on her. No she hadn't forgotten saying she'd try, she was just still unsure about it. "Um... I still need to research how they're made in the first place before trying my hand but I'll see what I can do," she told the gathered pokégirls, hoping that would be enough to appease them for the moment.

"Aww... okay," Kiiro said in an understanding fashion, resigning herself to the fact she'd have to wait for her Alpha to get used to such technology. However her ears and thunderbolt-shaped tail soon perked up as she realized, "Does this mean we get to help you 'research' them!?"

Twitching as she realized what that would possibly entail, after a moment of thought, the Salusian relented. "I guess that wouldn't hurt. I mean until recently I never touched sex toys," Asrial admitted. Back on her world, she'd used her fingers but never an inanimate object, phallus shaped or not!

To that promise, Alice grinned wider. "That's what I love about you, Alpha... besides your wonderful ass, I mean." She earned a chuckle from the mouse pokégirl and feline pokéwoman. "You're always willing to take one for the team."

Asrial twitched as she knew what these girls were implying. "Can we please just drop the ass stuff? Mine's still sore and NO! I am not going to let you kiss it 'better'!"

The trio of pokégirls, cats and mouse seem to deflate at that last part being mentioned. "Awww..." all three seemed to echo as they moaned at the unfairness of it all.

Rolling her eyes at the immaturity of these genetically-modified sex-pets, Asrial mumbled, "Maybe later but not now." She then raised her voice to a more audible tone. "I'm still working and I haven't showered today!" Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the group of gathered woman. "And anyone who makes any skunk remark gets it!"

Pouting, it was Kiiro that spoke up. "But Alpha Asrial," the Peekabu tried to get her to see reason. "We like it when you're stinky. You smell of sex and lustfulness!" She grinned. "And we like you smelling lusty!" The mouse-type began to churr happily.

Slapping herself on the face, Asrial groaned in annoyance. "Oi vey... if anything, I smell like machine oil." Bringing her hand down, she looked around at the gathered pokégirls and woman. "Don't get me wrong! When I'm being sexy I like to smell lusty. It's just that... eh... forget it..." she mumbled, trailing off. "The calibrator should be ready soon. I'm going to go check my power armor. I had it charging its power cells all night," she told the trip before turning about going into the RV itself.

The Shadowcat, Cheetit and Peekabu looked at each other for a moment. Holding out their hands for a minute, they did a quick game of Rock-Paper-Scissors. Alice and Kiiro pouted as while they'd both chosen rock, Cyan had drawn paper. Grinning, the Cheetit hummed happily as she made her way into the RV. She may have missed out on her "morning milkshake" to the sneaky Nabiki, (who'd greedily had him most of the day) but perhaps she could at least help lighten the Alpha's attitude.

Making her way into the RV, the tall pokéwoman had to make her way to the main 'living' area of the RV; eyes gazing over the modified set of SWAT gear which was done up with armor plating and an attached armament. "Wow... did you do that yourself?" She asked curiously.

"You got that right," Asrial replied with a smirk as she plugged her Scanner/PDA/PokéDex into a slot within the armor and ran a system scan. "Ah... just 'poifect'... and I calibrated the weapons this morning..." she nodded her head, pleased with herself. "Yep... this baby is ready to blow the fuck out of N-E-THANG dumb enough to cross us!" She rubbed her hands together. "Muwahahahaha! Nobody's screwing with this crew without a death-wish!"

Cyan smiled at her Alpha's cheeriness. "I'm glad you got something kick-ass together but there's really something important we need to talk about Alpha Asrial..." the pokéwoman told her in a slow, calm tone of voice.

Blinking her eyes, Asrial turned around, her attention now on the Cheetit. "Sure. What's up, Cyan?" The Salusian asked as she set her scanner down on the table with the armor.

"You're not really doing anything wrong," the Cheetit told her Alpha seriously. "You're very smart and competent with a number of things but there's something you're lacking..."

Blinking her eyes once, twice, it was a confused Salusian of imperial birth that asked, "Come again?"

Sighing, the older Cheetit told her, "You need to realize you're very desirable Alpha. I mean you're very beautiful and sensual no matter what you think. We all think that and feel a strong attraction to you."

Raising an arm, Asrial rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. "Well I know I'm attractive and it's obvious you girls dig me... I'm just... well, I'm not big on my ass being a major focus. I mean, you need to remember my first time getting anal WASN'T consensual and well..." she blushed. "My butt's tight and taking anything in is sort of a not-so-nice feeling. At least you aren't trying to bring up... that thing!" Her facial featured scrunched up at the memories of that damned Hillsfar Heavy Penetrator.

Cyan smiled in understanding. "So you like the attention but you don't like how everyone's become so focused on that delicious booty of yours." It wasn't a question.

"No, I don't mind the attention," Asrial admitted. "But I'm just not used to it of this nature." The Salusian blushed as she thought of how everyone was so damn focused on her ass.

Nodding her head slowly, the Cheetit asked, "Well if you want to get the attention off your butt for a time, I have a suggestion." She motioned towards the bathroom. "Come. I want you to look into the mirror."

Looking over the feline pokéwoman for a moment, the Salusian of imperial birth tried to decide if this was some sort of trick or not. "Oka~aaaay..." Asrial said slowly as she followed her towards the RV's bathroom.

Letting her Alpha walk in first, the Cat-type pokéwoman followed in, flipping the light switch before closing the door behind her. Walking over to stand behind Asrial, she turned the Salusian towards the mirror. "What do you see?" She asked the blonde skunk-girl.

Staring at her reflection for a moment, the blonde alien royalty replied, "I see myself, slightly greasy from working but I still have some cuteness."

"You should be seeing a very hot, sensual down-to-earth pokégirl before you..." she said seriously, her hands unzipping Asrial's jacket, letting her bra-clad breasts bounce a bit. "An exotic pokégirl with an awesome set of tits that demand some serious attention." Her hands gripping onto the bra-cups, she pulled them down, exposing the Salusians' white-furred breasts.

Eyes going wide as her mammaries were bared, the Salusian became flushed throughout her face; red showing up through her fur. "Ah-ah... Cyan?"

Smiling, the Cheetit told her in a hushed tone, "Let me finish."

Pouting a little, Asrial finally mumbled, "Oh fine..."

"Do you see yourself? You have a set of tits a good deal of pokégirls, human women and men would literally kill for. You want to command attention, then make sure the attention is on your fantastic front rather than your beautiful back." She hefted Asrial's breasts a bit, index fingers pressing into her nipples and rubbing them in circular motions. "Perhaps you might want to think of enhancing the appearance of these beauties." Smiling as she had the Salusian panting for breath, the Cheetit continued. "Tell me, Alpha Asrial... have you ever thought of... nipple piercings?"

Shaking her head from side-to-side, the blonde Salusian told the Cheetit, "Nuh-not really. One of my younger sisters got one. Besides a scolding she said they hurt like hell." Even as the pokéwoman continued to massage her tits, Asrial relented, "But I get what you're saying. I'm a beauty. But I know that!"

Grinning, the older female asked her younger Alpha, "But you don't seem comfortable with your sexuality."

Blushing a bit more, Asrial admitted, "Um... that's mostly because until recently, it was never on my mind."

"Then this would be a good step for you. I think you'd not only look great with them, Alpha but that they'd be an outlet for you to experiment sexually..." the Cheetit purred into Asrial's ear. "And that goes especially if you let Master do it to you." Her hands slowly released the woman's breasts and slid down her taut belly. Hands coming to a stop at the Salusian's belt, she undid the buckle, the button and then unzipped the fly, pulling her pants and panties down just to above mid-thigh. "And look at this..." she said as her hand pressed along her mound and she spread two fingers, spreading the Salusian's labial folds. "Do you see that nub there at the top?"

Trying to suppress a shudder as Cyan exposed her more, the Salusian did her best to keep herself cool, calm and collected. "I know what it is; I know basic biology," Asrial remarked. It wasn't that she minded the undressing, (she needed to change into a cleaner set of clothes anyway) but she was starting to wonder what the Cheetit was getting at... or if she was simply being played for 'fun' again.

"Well..." Cyan began to whisper into her ear. "You can get that pierced as well..." she grinned at the look of shock on the skunk-girl's face. "Just think... a trio of piercings... studs, bars, rings or whatever... you would have all the attention on your front. Getting to your ass would become an afterthought."

Her jaw moving up and down wordlessly for a moment, Asrial finally brought herself to speak. "Uh... well uh... geeze..." she took a deep breath to try and get her train of thought back on track. "That's... I mean, wouldn't that, you know... HURT!?"

Nodding her head slowly, the Cat-type pokéwoman admitted, "It does. However, the pain fades and after it can be... tweaked in interesting ways to stimulate pleasure." Cyan told her Alpha, purring into her ear.

Shivering as she thought about just what could be done with a set of piercings, the Salusian told her, "I don't know if I'd want to pierce my goods." Asrial shivered more as Cyan started to pet her there a little bit. "I mean... I just... nrgh..." her body shuddered more as the Cheetit continued to rub along her slit. Turning her head and giving her a light glare, she told the Cheetit, "Cyan... you're enjoying this more than should be legal."

Grinning like the cat that ate out the canary, Cyan told her, "I know I am... but so are you, I think." She kissed the Salusian's neck as her left hand slowly rubbed back and forth along the skunk-girl's moist furry mound. "You would look so pretty with silver rings, I think..." she said as her right hand gently twisted and turned the Salusian's right nipple between her thumb and index finger.

"Ahhh..." Asrial gasped out, squirming at the Cheetit's touch. "Okay, you sold me. I'm drop dead gorgeous. I'm not urgh yeah..." she moaned as the pokéwoman rubbed her clit in an oh-so-pleasurable way. "I'm not trying to be a prude but I do need to finish the tweaks to the RV so that we can be done with it. You all can enjoy me and me you all, all right? Plus if you keep this up..." the Salusian then added. "I can't get to my toy research with all this RV stuff still needing to be tackled." Asrial sing-songed, hoping it would get the pokéwoman to finally release her.

Purring, Cyan licked along the rim of Asrial's ears, her fingers continuing to press into and tease the Salusian's erogenous zones. "That would be wonderful, Alpha. Thank you." She brought her hand from the princess' breast to her chin. Turning the skunk-girl's head, the Normal/Fighting-type pokéwoman kissed her Alpha on the lips.

However, as the two women shared a kiss, there was a sudden ruckus coming from outside followed by the voices of not only the pokégirls shouting but that of... unfamiliar male voices?

"Wuh-what the fuck!?" Asrial exclaimed, mentally shifting gears and going on alert as she gently pushed the pokéwoman back. She stuck her head out of the bathroom, ears straining as she heard further yelling. "...That can't be good. Cyan stay here," Asrial commanded as she quickly pulled her clothing back on before heading to the living area of RV, intent on grabbing her power armor off the nearby work table. "I really hoped I wouldn't need to field test this yet..."

Heian Shodon, a style of kata while very simplistic was just what Ranma needed to clear his mind; something ingrained into muscle memory that he didn't have to concentrate on performing. After viewing his PokéDex and seeing a couple of e-mails from the same woman... both of which were accompanied by zip files filled with pictures of her that were very graphic in nature; with neither e-mail copying any images... he needed a chance to unwind and vent the now built up frustration and hormones.

From a starting stance, Ranma turned to his left, left knee forward and punching down with his left arm. He moved quickly with a step forward, right knee protruding out as his right fist punched straight out.

An about face turn came next as the motions repeated, except the downward punch and extended leg started off on the right. His left leg closed the distance with his right leg as his right arm crossed over his chest, raised up and came down again as a hammer blow. He then rocketed forward with a flying strike with his left fist, crossing considerable distance.

Coming to land, he stepped forward with his right leg once more and punched straight out with his right fist. Again, distance was crossed as he stepped forward dominantly with his left leg and struck upwards with his left arm, his right one crossing beneath it to make a cross-block maneuver. Both arms came down and he stepped forward with his right leg again, right arm punching upward, left leg stomping forward and punching upwards with his left arm.

Sweat glistening on his brow, the pigtailed martial artist turned about once more, striking out with his right leg in a roundhouse before coming down to stomp forward with it and punching forward. His left leg stomped down for balance as he struck out with his left fist. Again, he moved forward with his right, right arm extending forward as he punched up. With his right knee still extended, he quickly struck out with both arms, punching downward.

Back-flipping, the Pokégirl Tamer landed effortlessly on both feet before turning quickly to his right, stomping forward and punching with his left arm this time. His left leg stomped forward and his right arm punched forward. Both arms to his sides for a moment, his left arm quickly crossed over his chest as he turned to his left, left leg forward and left arm extended, palm up rather than making a fist. He then hopped forward landing with his right leg in front and his right arm extended, his hand open and palm pushed out.

Breathing deeply, the heir of the Saotome School of Martial Arts prepared to finish up. Turning to his left, feet firmly planted to the ground and both arms at his sides, Ranma let off a yell. Back-flip, followed by back-flip, followed by back-flip, he spun about in mid-air as he tucked his legs close to his body suddenly before just kicking out his legs. His feet hit the ground hard and stopped his suddenly spinning as he struck out to his sides with both arms. His right arm falling to his side, his left arm quickly crossed over his chest as his left leg extended forward and left arm shot out, palm up. His left arm then falling to his side, his right arm quickly crossed over his chest as his right leg stepped past his left and right arm finally reached out, palm raised up as well.

Finally he brought both feet together and arms dropped to his side. Letting out a deep breath, Ranma lowered his head. "Okay, that was something," he thought as he worked to calm himself down. Getting training in was something he enjoyed and it gave him time to clear his mind, something which he really needed with all that was going on lately.

However, even as he tried to empty his mind, (something Nabiki might joke already was) the pigtailed martial artist's concentration was broken with a realization. Was he hearing applause?

Raising his head, the Asian martial artist caught sight of his pokégirl standing there. The blonde Elf had a smile on her face as she clapped her hands together. "Wow, Master," she told him, awe evident in her voice. "That was amazing! You're as good as an AmazonChan!"

Ranma raised an eyebrow. "An... AmazonChan?" He asked curiously. "What? Are you saying that there's a culture of Amazon pokégirls or something that hang out in one area in a female-dominated society?"

Nodding her head slowly, the petite Plant/Magic-type replied, "Oh there's all sorts of tribes and groups of pokégirls like that. Yes there are some AmazonChans that make up a group like that but I was referring to your form being not unlike them being martial power houses."

A sweat-drop slowly rolling down the side of his head, Ranma chuckled nervously. Apparently this was something he'd need to share with Nabiki. "So... you think I'm a good martial artist?" He asked, always enjoying a chance to stroke to his ego.

Cassandra smiled at her master as she honestly replied, "I haven't been able to see you fight very often but your form is... very fluid. Your body control is very precise, few flaws..." she shrugged. "Then again, I'm not an expert. This is just my observation," the Elf stated modestly. "But those... those katas, right?" When Ranma nodded his head in confirmation, she continued. "I can see your katas are not those of a novice. They're obviously practiced and well... to be frank with you Master, it's obvious to me you didn't get the muscles you have or that nicely toned six-pack by being lazy or not good at working out. It's obvious to me you've disciplined your body, especially since you can pack away almost as much food as a Snorlass."

Ranma nodded his head. "I try to stay in shape and keep my senses, body and reflexes sharp... haven't really had a chance to practice anything since getting here. I've been busy with Akane, taking care of everyone, the Tamings, the..." he blushed. "Heck, I'm trying to get used to this PokéDex and you won't believe what I got on it this time!"

At her Master's ramblings, the blonde Elf couldn't help but giggle. "Yes you have been busy. I know that many of the girls in our group have wanted to score some Taming. Even the OfficerJennys and NurseJoys at the PokéCenter seem eager for Master to Tame them."

Considering her words for a moment, Ranma's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Don't I know it," he grumbled irritably. "It's not bad at all but it drains the heck outta me!"

Nodding her head somewhat in understanding, Cassandra asked hit, "It's not easy being a man among a sea of women, is it Master?" Although she already knew the answer to it, she wanted to give her pigtailed owner a chance to vent and release some pent up stress in a way that didn't have to be sexual. She wanted him Taming her to be pure and lustful, thank you very much!

Thinking about her inquiry for a moment, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts finally told her, "Let's just say you wouldn't believe it... but I used to have the worst luck, especially when it came handling with women." And man-handling too but he was never out to do that back home. Such could lead to sex that would've blown his young, clueless virgin mind, a most painful death, marriage on the spot and shame on his honor... although not necessarily in that order.

Shaking his head, the pigtailed man's shoulders slumped. "But enough about what was, I have problems with what is," he added with a sigh. "Since getting here, trying to find out what my other self was like... well... I feel like I should do something for at least a couple of these newer e-mails. I mean, this 'Lina Inverse' sent me a very nasty and angry e-mail twice over... even though it's obvious she still wants to be friends." He shook his head. "I'm sorry for venting, Cassandra. I'm trying not to let this stuff get to me, say it's not my problem but this specific case has bothered me. It's why I was hoping to lose my thoughts in practicing."

When she'd heard her Master say that name, the Elf brought her hand to her face. "Lina... Inverse?" She asked, testing the name of her tongue. "Hmmm... Lina Inverse. That name sounds familiar," Cassandra mumbled to herself as she rubbed her chin in thought.

Reaching for his pocket, the off-worlder took out his PokéDex and fiddled with it's button interface. "Check it out," the pigtailed martial artist told his Elf as he called up a pair of the e-mails and handed it to his blonde and petite Elf to check.

Graciously accepting her Tamer's PokéDex, she reads the electronic letters and took a moment to check out the attached photos. "...From the how these e-mails are written, she sounds like a former lover from before your memory loss... especially the added poetry remark. While it seems she's ticked you haven't called, I get the feeling she fondly remembers you." She smiled at her master. "I know I think fondly of you."

At the praise from his pokégirl, Ranma couldn't help but blush a bit. "Yeah... it's just..." he trailed off, releasing a heavy sigh. He wished he wasn't so bad with words but he knew how he felt in this case: lost. "I don't know what to do. It's not like she's anywhere around here; I can't just stop by and tell her I'm sorry. I can't do anything to make up for the hurt she feels." And it bothered him when Ranma couldn't fix something... even though it was about his other self; there was something about THIS woman. With how her replies were written... he couldn't help but feel for her.

Fortunately for Ranma, while he was one that tended to look in the 'here and now', his Plant/Magic-type could look beyond such a time-frame and makes plans for the future. "You know, Master... you can reply that you would like to meet up with her so you could talk," Cassandra deadpanned. "So at the very least you can talk face to face or write her an e-mail saying your memory has more holes than Amethyst cheese and you never meant to hurt her."

Ranma nodded his head slowly. "I guess I could... but..." he shrugged his shoulders. "Writing, heck words in general... they ain't my strong suit and I know if I did such, it would feel impersonal. I do feel sorry for how she's hurt... I never did like hurting girls... but I just don't think I can get how sorry I am into words." He let off a depressed sigh. "Cassandra? Am I reading too much into this or anything?" He asked her curiously. He was sure she, being of this place, would have better insight.

Considering it for a moment, the Elf admitted to him, "Maybe you are. Yet, at the same time your consideration for this woman is admirable. A lot of men have a 'fuck 'em once, never look back' mentality. You can't remember due to amnesia but you care that she meant something and that the fact you were missing for two years without a word hurt her and further that your memory went through a grater."

Ranma nodded his head slowly as he listened to what his pokégirl thought of him. He wasn't about to correct his Elf about the amnesia bit; Nabiki had yet to ease her into the truth. "Could you... well, do you think you could write a reply for me?" He asked sheepishly. "I ain't good with words, you see..." he trailed off, feeling embarrassed.

Thinking about it for a moment, the sylvan pokégirl began to slowly smile. "Sure, I can do that for you. But I do think there's something else you can do to show how sorry you are and wish to patch things up besides replying to the e-mail with mere text."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, the raven-haired Asian martial artist asked, "Oh? What can I do for her besides letting her know I'm sorry for what happened?" Anything to ease his conscience would be good.

Grinning, the blonde Elf was already typing in a reply message as she told him, "Return the favor."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma stared at the pokégirl as she began texting away at the PokéDex's button pad with her thumbs. Finally, he asked her, "Excuse me? What do you mean 'return the favor'?" He really hoped she wasn't suggesting he send her a nasty letter. He didn't think it was but you never knew with this world...

Pausing in her writing of a reply for both e-mail accounts, the Elf held up his PokéDex so Ranma could get a good look. With her master's attention on her, the smiling pointy-eared cutie told him, "The Dex has a lens you know... not only for scanning but for recording images and audio... and images as in stills, not just video. You can send pictures."

Staring at the little red brick-like device, Ranma asked her, "It can?" Damn! They really put a lot into that little device! What next? Would the thing flip open to reveal a mini-grill so you could cook okonomiyaki on-

His train of thought was derailed rather violently as realization as to what his Elf was suggesting came to him. Blinking his eyes once, twice to try and clear his head of the shock, the pigtailed martial artist asked, "Wait... you're saying I should..." he trailed off, not sure if he wanted to broach the subject.

Nodding her head firmly, the blonde sylvan pokégirl told her master, "That's right. Strip and send her some photos. Photos that will make her want to strip down wherever she is and jill off to them!" She explained with a grin. That such would be an excellent segue into getting him to Tame her was only that much more reason to get started. They would be helping each other out in the long-run, really...

Staring at his pokégirl for a long time, Ranma was doing his best to fight down the blush that had erupted on his face. "Uh...well..." taking a deep breath, the pigtailed martial artist slowly exhaled. "I guess it couldn't hurt," he finally relented. "She sure sent me some interesting... stuff." Damn, that one image with her legs spread and she managed to get her ankles behind her head... what'd she call it again? The 'oyster position'? Double damn that was incredibly erotic! Not to mention the one from the other e-mail of her taking three reptilian tails at once in her major orifices; how could she fit so much tail inside such a small frame? Was she freaking hollow!?

Giggling at the distant look on her master's face, Cassandra knew he must have been thinking about something nice; there was a small bit of drool collected at the corner of his mouth. "Well, if you really want to show her how sorry you are, we could also up the ante while we're at it..."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, the Asian Pokégirl Tamer asked, "Up the ante?"

Nodding her head, the Elf began typing once more, wanting to get the replies set up before she started creating and attaching the files. "Besides sending image files, a PokéDex has enough memory that allows it to record a good five minutes of footage in up to six video files; total of a half hour. We could send her a money-shot: your dick spurting its load." A load which the Plant/Magic-type pokégirl hoped would get on her in the process.

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma asked her in a quiet voice, "What?"

Grinning widely, the Elf nodded her head. "Yep... and I'd be more than glad to help you get that load out. But first..." she put the reply to both addresses and held his Tamer's device up. "Would you so kindly strip? We should have enough privacy out here in the back of the PokéCenter if that will make you feel better. They have tall walls surrounding the place and they're probably expecting people to Tame inside."

Nodding his head slowly, Ranma told her, "Uh... sure..." sighing in embarrassment, he figured, 'what the hell'? She did it for him first after all, (even if it was meant for the native him). So with his resolve steeled, he slowly began to undo the wooden ties of his shirt one-by-one, noticing a small flash as his chest started to get revealed.

"Just testing it," Cassandra assured her master... although her smile was a bit too wide and mischievous for it to calm his nerves. "From the count you can take..." she blinked her eyes as she looked over the date on the Dex's screen. "Oooh! You've gotten enough space for over a hundred images; this one's got a good SD-Memory. We can take plenty, although we'd have to send them in bunched e-mails as a hundred photos and three-to-five minute video would eat up a lot of bandwidth."

Ranma nodded his head as the Elf went through such techno-babble. Who knew something that was supposed to be aligned with nature would have such knowledge of Tamer gear and e-mail and all that stuff? "That's okay with me, I guess..." he said slowly, even if he didn't know what 'bunched e-mails' meant. Probably had to do with storage spacing or something...

With her master going through the motions of undress, Cassandra took this as him having no objections with what was going on. She smiled, taking an occasional 'strip' photo while Ranma undress. After a few frontal shots, she began to walk around to get images of him at different angles. Her grin only widened once he was fully nude. "Now the fun part... do your best pose to show off your muscles, Master. After some... 'beefcake' shots, I'm going to take some close-ups of your package... and then..." she giggled like a school-girl. "We get the 'money-shot." The Plant/Magic-type pokégirl did her best to keep from drooling at the thought.

Nodding his head, Ranma did his best to flex, getting muscles in his arms, chest, abdomen, arms... he didn't tense up as much as he wanted; he wasn't the sort of muscle-bound body that he knew would be expected. However, he was athletic and still toned in the right places.

Looking over her Tamer admiring at how nice a body he possessed, the blonde-tressed Elf proceeded to take photos, asking him to change a pose here and there, as to allow for different images. She then got on her knees before him, taking a few static photos of his goods. "Very nice," she replied as she took in the size of his manhood when limp. She then reached to gently grasp his maleness in her left hand. "Mmm... mind if I... get it ready?" She asked, a tone of desire obvious in her voice.

Staring down at the pokégirl, he tried to ask, "Get it read-AH!?" He gasped out as she instantly took him into her mouth. Why, oh why did he STILL get taken off guard at how enthusiastic these girls got? Groaning as he felt the pressure from her sucking and the unique feel of her tongue moving around his member, the pigtailed martial artist brought his hand down to her head. Balancing himself, he slowly bucked his hips, plunging his quickly hardening member in her mouth.

Cassandra smiled to herself as she continued her work, letting him run his hands through her hair and encourage her, not that she needed such encouragement mind you but it was always appreciated to know her partner loved her work. She intended to enjoy this 'photo' session but maybe... maybe she wouldn't press it if he wanted to wait a little before Taming her. However, if he was up to it after this, she'd take her Taming right there and then! After all, a little outdoor sex never hurt anyone!

After a few moments more of thrusting, Ranma pulled his erect cock out of her mouth. Panting for breath as he was somewhat bent over, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer asked in-between breaths, "Am... am I hard enough for this now?"

Ever-so-slowly, Cassandra licked the head of his massive prick. "Mmm-hmm..." she replied, releasing his member from her grip. She then took a few more photos of his cock in its very erect state. When she felt she had enough pictures, she then set the recorder function and placed the PokédDex down where it would get a good view. She then slowly licked along the underside of his cock, going from the scrotum to the very tip, flicking her tongue at the tip of his member's head. "And now... we make you cum..."

Shivering as a tingle of pleasure trailed up his spine from how she licked his meat, Ranma could only reply "Sh-sure!" He shuddered again as she licked slowly before flicking the tip of her tongue at the opening to his urethra.

With her master's okay, the blonde pokégirl enthusiastically worked him over, licking every bump and vein on his thick phallus, wanting to memorize via her tongue every single square inch of her master's pride. As she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, she began to tease his scrotum, kissing the dangling sack before taking them into her mouth while stroking his length vigorously. "Mmmm! Mmmmmslu~uurp!" She gasped for breath as his testicles popped out of her mouth. "You're so tasty, Master!"

Leaning his head back, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts groaned in pleasure at the work of his pokégirl's active tongue. "Guh-glad you approve..." he mumbled, squirming as she worked his cock mercilessly. Damn did she know how to use that tongue to deadly effect! Panting for breath, Ranma tried to give back some of what she was doing for him. Raising his right foot so it was between her legs, the pigtailed martial artist pressed the top of it against her panty-clad pussy-lips; feeling dampness there as he did.

The feel of her building lust caused Cassandra to shiver in delight. As she diligently worked, she smiled, happy her Tamer still wanted to do something for her as she was pleasuring him. She carefully used her freehand to pull her panties down to her knees before shimmying them down the length of her legs. With them gone, her master's toes have no obstruction and rubbed against her moist nether-lips. "Mmmm... yesss..." she hissed in pleasure. "Rub me, Master," she cooed in delight, licking head of his cock wantonly as she pumped his shaft energetically.

"Oh yeah..." Ranma groaned as the Plant/Magic-type pokégirl duritfully continued to please him. "C-Cassandra..." he gasped, shuddering as jolts of pleasure shot up his spine. "I think I'm... oh yeeaaahh... gonna..."

The Elf grinned widely as she realized what he was trying to tell her. "That's it, Master," she assured him as she turned to the side and made sure the PokéDex had a good view of his cock. "Cum, Master! Cum! Cum for the camera and Miss Lina!" She beckoned him, both her hands pumping his shaft mercilessly.

Eyes widening as his pokégirl began to jerk him off at a sudden rapid pace, the pigtailed Tamer bucked his hips in reaction. "Augh! C-CassAH! AH! AH!" He gasped, panting for breath as her hands fastened their pace, stroking from base to tip until he couldn't take it anymore. "AUGH!" He cried out, thrusting his hips forward into the Elf's hands as his cock throbbed powerfully in their grasp. From the head of his cock, thick streamer of cum splattered into the air, sailing past Cassandra, (whom opted for the cum shot to hit to the side of the PokéDex) and onto the ground.

"Wow..." the sylvan pokégirl whispered in awe at the amount that her master released in what go. "What a load..."she murmured as, allowing the PokéDex's video function run for a few mores seconds. Finally reaching towards it, she cuts it off and then wraps her mouth around the thick head of his length, drink the last of it.

Moaning, Ranma groaned as he let her suck on his throbbing meat; his load gushing onto her tongue, making her taste as she swallowed.

Once his flood was done, Cassandra pulled her head back, licking her lips in delight. "So goooood..." she mumbled in delight. Ever the dutiful pokégirl, the blonde Elf picked up her master's PokéDex. She quickly organized the pictures and video into a zip file before attaching it to an e-mail chain sent to both accounts of Lina Inverse. She looked up at her owner, smiling lovingly. "Now that business is down..." she reached up for her master's hands, gently pulling Ranma down and allowing him to lie on his back. Slowly, she crawled upon him, rubbing her pussy against the underside of his semi-erect length, further soaking it. "I need you, Master... I need you so bad."

Looking up at his pokégirl as he lay back in the grass, Ranma couldn't help but smirk, emboldened by what he'd been put through. "That's right... I haven't gotten to Tame you yet..." he grinned as his hands reached to her sides, pulling her dress up her body. "Are you ready, cutie?"

Nodding her head energetically, the Elf cooed in delight. "Yes!" She cried happily, helping him pull the dress off. Once she was fully nude with him, she reached between them, grasping his now raging member, fitting it to her entrance before slamming her hips down onto it. "Nghh! Oooh shit..." she groaned as she ground her hips around, trying to accommodate him. "Oh shit you're... aaahhh..." she shivered in delight as he began to move his hips back, "Oh yes, you're definitely the size part of a '11' rating... what about the performance?" She hoped he could give a repeat performance of his BoobTube vido.

The pigtailed martial artist grinned at his blonde sylvan pokégirl. "Bring it," Ranma challenged as both his hands slapped down on and gripped into her petite ass. "Ready and willing to give it to you, baby!"

Rearing her head back, Cassandra moaned in delight, already rolling her hips wildly. Her pussy clenched and quivered around his cock as she bounced on it, her breasts swaying hypnotically with each jolt of her body.

Growling lustfully, the Pokégirl Tamer of Asian descent would buck his hips into the wildly bouncing Elf. His fingers gripped into and massaged her ass as he tried to sit up. Kissing her all over her nicely rounded breasts, the pigtailed martial artist did his best to sexually assault her senses.

Reaching up with her arms, Cassandra held his head to her breasts moaning loudly as she loved his attentive kisses. Even as he teased and fucked her so well, she kept rolling her hips, reveling in the sensations of his meaty cock filling her needy insides soooo good! "Mmmm Muh-Master... oh Master..." she cooed happily as he continued to grind up into her hips. "You're hitting me so deep... please! Give me more! Tame me... fuck me... make me scream my head off!" She pleaded, feeling oh-so dirty yet oh-so good!

Grinning, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer did just that. Rolling them over suddenly, he had the petite Elf on her back as he was on his knees while between her legs. Holding her tightly, he began to pound his hips back and forth, plundering her tight pussy with extreme fervor, making her body jolt and grind against the earth.

Such an action caused the blonde pokégirl to thrash in pleasure beneath her owner as the reversal of position allowed for deeper penetration. While she may have liked to be on top on occasion, Cassandra really loved to be plundered and pleasured at her Master's tender 'mercies'.

Hearing the sylvan pokégirl's squeals of delight only egged the martial artist further. Grunting for breath, the other-dimensional Pokégirl Tamer continued to Tame his Elf like there was no tomorrow, letting Cassandra feel just what kind of force an '11' Tamer could put into his thrusts.

Shrieking in delight at the deeper penetration, the Plant/Magic-type dragged her fingernails down his arms, surprised she was close to orgasming so quickly but then again... it seemed the title of '11' wasn't far fetched. "Mmmm! Oooh, yesss..." she growled lustfully. "Oh fuck... Master... I'm cumming... I'm cumming! Oh shit!" She growled as she could feel such a powerful build-up forming in her loins. "Yes, oh yes, OH YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!" She screamed, pressing her body tightly against her master's as her cunt clenched down on his member like a fleshy vice, churn wildly around his cock, massaging it, preventing escape and wanting every drop he could give her right that second!

Growling huskily at the tightness, Ranma could feel his pokégirl's desire, her NEED! However, having cum not too long ago, he still had to work for it. So even as she tightened around him he kept thrusting, pounding her hard and fast even as the tightness tried to keep a firm hold of him.

Rolling her head to the side, Cassandra groaned into his neck as she bit it, unable to mentally keeping up with how he just kept POUNDING her G-Spot which seemed to prolong her orgasm in an almost delightfully torturous fashion. "Ahhhhhhhh! F-fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuck-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k!" She practically sputtered out like a dying motorboat, squirming on his lap while her folds tightened. "Muh-Masterrr... I want it... I want your creeeeaaam!" She cried out, her body feeling as if it were aflame.

Grunting as he continued to plunder her cunny, Ranma told the needy Elf, "I'm trying! I'm trying!" He growled lustfully as he continued to pound her spasming sex, hands reaching around and squeezing her breasts, trying to keep her orgasm going as he pushed himself to reach his own.

Eyes rolling into the back of her head, Cassandra couldn't believe the sensations he was putting her through. Damn it, she was close to a second orgasm already, (she was semi-multi-orgasmic) but her Master she knew was probably still slightly Tamed out, especially since Mistress Nabiki got the morning shake! THE BITCH!

And then in the Elf's desperation, a thought occurred to her, something Alice was known to pull on the Alpha. It was... well, perhaps it was wrong to do to her Tamer but maybe it could work! She was so desperate for his cum!

With the woman's arms tightening around his back as her hands trailed about, Ranma blinked his eyes as Cassandra was rubbing his ass with both hands. And then one hand trailed down with one finger doing the trailing... where was it trailing to!? "Cassandra?" the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer spoke up between her breasts as he continued to pound her. "What're yoooOOOOOOOOHHH!" He moaned out as he suddenly felt a digit catch him by surprise back there. Pressing hard into her, the anal stimulation pushed the martial artist over the edge, causing him to flood into the naughty Elf with his hot, steamy, cream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The pokégirl screamed as he master finally went over and edge and into her in copious amounts. "So hot! SO HOT!" She moaned, worming her finger around back there as she felt him squirm. His cock continued to pump generous load after load into her all the while. Finally, she pulled her finger free and lie against him when he stopped. "Mmmm... so good to me..."

His body shuddering for a bit, the pigtailed Tamer panted for breath to catch his wits. Finally raising his head, he glared at the sylvan pokégirl in annoyance. "That was a bit dirty..." He pouted.

Giggling a bit in embarrassment, (and hoping she didn't earn herself his ire) Cassandra apologized. "Sorry, Master. I couldn't help myself. I just needed you to cum so badly and you wouldn't! I had to take matters into my own hands, so to speak..."

Rolling his eyes at the pokégirl's sheepish nature, the pigtailed martial artist shook his head. Annoying as that was, it was certainly an insight of sorts. "Oh boy... well I guess I see why Nabiki was indignant about the surprise anal..." he thought in realization. "It does smart, even with only a finger!" Granted it was a pain that had already faded for him but he could now see how something like, say... his cock probably left a lasting impression on Nabiki's ass. He'd note to now make sure when he was with a girl that 'asked' first or he knew they might try to go back there on him again.

Panting for breath, Ranma leaned his head in close to Cassandra's. "You're a naughty Elf, you know that?" He asked her in a serious yet teasing tone of voice. He then took her elongated ear into his mouth and gently nibbled.

Shivering in delight as her master did that, the Plant/Magic-type could only answer, "Yes... yes I am."

Rolling his eyes, Ranma had to mumble, "Why am I not surprised?" It always was the quiet ones that got you... just look at Kasumi for example!

Enjoying the after-glow of such an intense orgasm, Cassandra just leaned against him smiling contently. "Mmm... I think that'll tide me over for awhile..." she mumbled, pleased that her internal 'clock' had been reset as it were.

Raising an eyebrow, the pigtailed martial artist carefully asked, "You don't want more?"

Smiling a devious smirk that was more along the lines of something from the Domina line, the blonde Elf replied, "I would but you've been Taming hard for a day or more straight. You could use some rest..." she frowned a little as she admitted, "Plus I have a feeling the other girls may want some more."

Groaning as he realized just how much more sex was to eventually come his way, Ranma grumbled, "Thanks for the consideration..."

"Well Master, if we don't help you then we all suffer." She said seriously. "You're an '11' today, but what about tomorrow? Or the day after? We can't all just keep using just you, you'll burn out too quickly. I love you Master and I'll do anything to see your sex life remains healthy."

Hearing his Elf's promise to keep him going strong, Ranma couldn't help but smile a little bit. What a thoughtful pokégirl! Now maybe he might be able to get a chance to rest and ease his mind into-

His train of thought was derailed violently as an explosion sounded in the distance. Turning his head, Ranma saw a large cloud of black smoke rising into the air. Eyes widened as he realized, "That's coming from the direction of the garage!"

Raising her head, Cassandra's eyes widened as she saw the rising darkness in the distance. "We better get dressed and get over there quickly, Master!" She growled and cursed her luck. Damn it! She was looking forward to some prime cuddle time!

Nodding his head, Ranma told her, "No kidding!"