Anime Addventure : Pokegirls: Tendo Indiscriminate Taming School

by tutcat

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

9. Chapter 9

"Awww, damn it!" A NurseJoy in the security room whined. "They finished up already!" And they'd finally been able to enjoy watching him without needing expressed permission! After all, they weren't inside any of the rooms; they were where anyone or any security camera could see them. Privacy was forfeit plus it would make for some nice videos for later.

Reaching over and patting her fellow Joy on the shoulder, the pink-haired pokégirl told her, "There, there Rebecca... there's always next time."

Nodding her head, the NurseJoy mumbled, "Yeah... next time."

It wasn't so much a problem as… annoying—yes, annoying was the right word.

Here he sat in this pathetic prison. Here he sat because of that stupid fucking Peekabu that betrayed him, because that Tamer found a Jenny with a brain cell not dedicated to getting a cock up her ends, because some rich snob apparently wasn't man enough to deal with his problems on his own and went squealing like a pig to Daddy.

Well, when he got out, that brat would soon become a stuck pig.

But it all came back to that Saotome asshole. It was his van that had… 'come apart at the seams'. It was his fucking Skunkette that had whined and moaned about covering her owner's fees. It was that fucking male who took him out with a cheap shot at his weakest moment—he would have taken him down if he hadn't been busy experiencing that perfect ass of a Skunkette. It was that male that had that brain-wrecked OfficerJenny make a loud enough stink to get Pete Crankcase and his cousin Ralph arrested.

Oh, there was soon to be some major hell to pay.

At least… there would be when they finally got out of that piss-poor prison. Seriously, only three meals a day and no pussy or ass to fuck—at least female; who could live with these conditions?

Looking down at the chess board—not that he or Ralphie had any idea how to play the game properly—the duo sat in the yard, trying not to anger the bigger and more physically developed males in the prison who had no problems with a male asshole as a source of getting off.

"When we gettin' out?" asked Ralphie, as he moved a horse-head piece. "Yatzee," he murmured.

"Damn," sighed Pete. He had his roof-piece cornered. "I got us a good lawyer, Cousin," he said with a smile. "And we know our 'friends' won't leave us rotting in here for long. They know we're too good for that." He knew Team Rocket wouldn't just abandon him. He had remained loyal, not revealing anything when those damned cops had arrived and arrested him. He had stayed silent, never revealing what he knew, never revealing all that tech currently sitting under his garage. If nothing else, Rocket would see him freed to reacquire their equipment.

Sure, he might have to make a run for it and throw his Cousin to the wolves. But surely the mentally deficient fool would rather his intelligent relative—who took him in and gave him one of the very few jobs he had the brain cells to do—to survive and seek revenge on the pigtailed yokel. He would suffer for this indignity.

He made a mental note to send a thank-you to the Word-A-Day calendar people. Those were some nice images they included with each day as well.

"Checkers," he said, moving his boob-like piece towards the center of the board. He thought that was the right word. Maybe it was 'King Me' for all he knew. Luckily his intelligence-impaired cousin didn't know the difference.

"What did you call me?"

Slowly, he raised his eyes—not enough to make eye contact with those who had made that sound because it might cause them to want to make some sort of 'contact' with him—and scanned the other side of the Yard, spotting a few of the much larger inmate gathered together, looking ready to start a fight. Several of the guards were already on their way over there to break it up. No matter what, a good bit of them would be stuck in Solitary for that. He prepared himself to leave this 'game' at any moment and run towards their main cells. With any luck, being sealed into a small room by the shutters would be preferable to an inmate riot.

Better them than him. He most certainly didn't want to be anywhere near a fight, thank you very much. He'd rather have all his organs and limbs intact when he left this hellhole. First thing I'm gonna do when my friends get me out of here is find that pigtailed Tamer and take a crowbar to the back of his skull like he did me. Ain't gonna kill him but I want him awake enough to watch me fuck that sweet Skunkette. Thousands Gods, such a sweet ass… definitely want to tap that again with that prick forced to watch. Then I'll skin that traitorous peeka-bitch alive for what she did.

"Uno," muttered Ralphie, having moved the tower-piece to the center of the board, looking extremely focused, and not paying any sort of attention to the confrontation across the Yard. If it was something important, his cousin would have told him about it and what they were going to do. Since Pete remained quiet about it, so would he.

Pete nodded sagely, even if he was anything but. His mind was more focused on revenge than the game. The pigtailed boy who had cost him so much would be made to pay.

"You should focus more on the game than that."

His eyes blinked as he looked at his cousin. That had been his cousin's voice, yet the eyes staring at him were anything but those belonging to the male he had known woe these many years. "Ralphie?"

The eyes stared back at him, cold and unforgiving, unlike the man Pete had come to know.

"We do not forgive such failures as yours," said Ralph, his eyes still hard and cold. "All we asked was that you do your job and stay out of sight. Yet you still felt the need to rip off these little shits that used your shop," said Ralph.

Even to someone like Pete, it was obvious that someone was using Ralphie as a speaker rather than the man himself. "You're from them, aren't you?" asked Pete, not wanting to anger his benefactors. If they were angry, they could leave him in the 'pound me in the ass' prison. The man's tone was already angered; even Pete could pick that up. Further enticing the person would not help his situation.

'Ralphie' nodded, sneering slightly, the expression foreign on the normally calm man's face. "You remember our agreement, don't you Pete?" asked the man. "You gave us what we needed, we paid you to stay under all the radars out there.

"But apparently that wasn't enough for you," the figure sighed. "And now you've become a danger to us."

Pete paled quickly. This was bad, very bad! "But we can make it all go away," he whispered quietly, putting his heart and corrupted soul into trying to avoid the situation his mind feared was fast approaching.

"You're right," said the voice calmly, "we can."

Pete let out a sigh of relief, glad that maybe he would be safe for one more day. "So when do I get out of here?" he asked with excitement.

"Oh, probably today or tomorrow," the possessed Ralphie said offhandedly.

Pete let out a sigh of relief once again.

That relief changed to shock as he felt a sharp sting in his chest.

Opening his eyes, he stared down, seeing a metal shank protruding from his chest, his cousin's hand still on it.

"Team Rocket does not tolerate failures or those that fail to obey," said 'Ralphie' with a sneer.

Pete could only open his mouth, trying to spit out some word, trying to snap out of what he prayed was a dream, a nightmare, as he slid over in his seat, the shank staying in Ralphie's hand, blood pouring from the open wound.

Ralphie stood up, shank in hand, his sneer slowly fading, being replaced by a sense of confusion. "Huh? Game over?" he asked.

Then a strange though ran through his brain, making him spot his now dead cousin on the ground. Why is Pete all red?

Someone hurt Pete.

Who hurt Pete?

The Guards.

Ralphie didn't think it odd that his own mind was answering his questions, but turned to the assembled guards, who seemed to barely be able to contain the formerly loud inmates from starting a brawl.

And they made George dead too.

Now anyone who knew Ralphie knew George. He thought George was a cute little mouse.

George was actually a mouse-shaped piece of shoe.

Ralphie didn't comprehend that. All he understood was that his cousin was hurt, someone had hurt his innocent pet, and the people were in front of him.

Screaming in rage, he charged towards the nearest guard, only to be put down from a guard on the wall with a rifle.

And thus the riot began as the second body hit the ground

Taro smiled as the psychic removed her hands from his forehead. Well, it wasn't the usually bloodlust he sated himself in.

Nah, the psychics were using his bloodlust to fan the flames of hatred in the inmates, making the riot possible. So in a way, his bloodlust was being sated, even if it wasn't by his own hands.

But the look on Crankcase's face when his dear dimwitted cousin shoved that shank into his guts… The simple way said cousin charged a guard who he believed had killed Pete, while covered in his cousin's blood and holding the murder weapon no less…

It was moments like this where he didn't mind the psychics so much.

Well, that and they all had some great asses on them.

Standing up, he made his way to the front of the RV, the windows currently displaying an old man looking at a map to the rest of the world. If anyone noticed them, it would appear the RV belonged to a guy just trying to find his way to his destination. The last thing Rocket wanted was to be spotted.

And the last thing their agents wanted was to give their bosses a reason to Love Ball them.

Touching a few buttons, the video screen in the console popped up, revealing the image of Gendo Giovanni, partially obscured in the darkness around him.Dramatic little fucker, ain't he, Taro mused to himself without fear. The psychics after all were busy making certain there was no trail to arouse suspicion. As far as the world was to know: Crankcase was killed by his crazy inbred cousin during a prison riot before a guard spotted him 'in time' to put the bastard down with a round to the head, before he could stab a nearby guard.

"Well?" asked Gendo.

"Done," sneered Taro.

The man didn't even nod, eyes closing for a second the only sign that the image wasn't just a picture. "Return to your post." With that, the screen went blank.

Taro growled slightly, tempted to smash the console and the video screen. That was it? It wasn't like he expected a thank you or anything. But he wanted Saotome!

"Looks like you get to live a few more days, you pigtailed fucker," he spat as he started up the engine, the image on the windows mirroring his movements, making it appear the old man finally knew where to go.

Maybe I'll get lucky and those fuckers they sent to deal with Pete's garage will fuck up. If they did, Gendo would need to send someone to clean up the new mess.

And Pantyhose Taro planned to be that someone.

No one noticed the RV pulling away as the alarms sounded within the prison, the riot now out of control without the psychics to direct it.

"Oh shit," muttered Alice, looking out from the dirty window, spotting a group—pokégirls and males wearing identical and very familiar uniforms—break through the electrified gate.

Asrial fought back a growl as she spotted them. Sure, she didn't recognize any of them as the group that had attacked her, Jeremy, and Ichi in the woods. But they were close enough. And she did so want to test out her power armor…

"Fire-types," murmured Alice, as she watched the Rocket grunts release a few more pokégirls. "And those are some pretty touch looking psychics," she replied. Even without them attacking, she could feel their energies from inside the garage. "Alpha, I really don't think you want to test your armor against them."

"Oh?" asked Asrial, her eyes cold. "Why not?"

Instead of replying with words, the reply came in the sound of the squeal of metal as the doors warped, window shuttered closed, and several terminals in the walls exploded in a shower of sparks.

"This is just a hunch, mind you," said Cyan, holding a flashlight, illuminating the dark garage now sealed off from the outside. "But I don't think they'll let any of us out of here alive."

"The garage is sealed," the psychic pokégirls replied as one. "Those inside cannot escape."

"Perfect," said the Rocket grunt. "How much do they know?"

"They have found the equipment, used it, plan to expose it," the trio of psychics responded.

Another of the Rocket grunts developed a maniacal gleam in his eyes, as he turned towards the released Fire-types. "Burn 'em all," he said with utter glee.

The Phoenix, Magmammary, and Vesta nodded, their bodies glowing as their fire talents surfaced. The Phoenix took to the air as the trio marched towards the garage, mission at hand.

Scorched earth.

"Team Rocket!" eeped Kiiro, looking about the darkened garage nervously. She never met them—Pete had been very meticulous about keeping his pokégirls from knowing that dark area of his dealings, as given by the discovery of the hidden store house—but Tamers who brought their vehicles in for repair were always trading tales about meeting the group. The way they explained it, the group was the human-equivalent of a Widow.

"Damn it," muttered Asrial, trying to smash open one of the doors. "Crankcase at least sprung for some armor, I'll give the raping bastard that."

"If the town is attacked by ferals with issues, wouldn't you rather have something more between them and you than a few cinder blocks?" asked Alice, face tight with concentration. "Damn it, I can't even use Teleport."

"Not surprising," said Cyan, having been the only one in the group to have ever had to deal with Team Rocket—and win—before. "My first Tamer had a few run-ins with them. After those psychics sealed us in, they probably started putting out enough interference to mess up any abilities you have, Alice. Those fire-types are probably going to bring this place on our heads.

"I hope the AC works on the RV," she replied with a heavy sigh. "It's going to get very hot in here."

Asrial growled out, kicking the armored door. She couldn't use her armor then, as it would leave the pokégirls unarmed. And being that right now only she and Kiiro knew enough about the modifications to the RV, let alone the add-ons, they wouldn't be able to use it to offer much of a defense.

No, they would have to use the RV to make their escape. As much as she wanted nothing more than to put on her armor, charge out there, crack open a lot of heads to discover what had been done to her friends, she would not abandon these girls. "Kiiro?"

"Yes, Alpha Asrial?"

"When they did their thing, did they damage the RV?" she asked.

Blinking, the electric-type ran to the engine block. Sure enough, despite the power being out, the diagnostic computer was still going strong. "Yes, Alpha Asrial!" Kiiro screamed in joy. "But the readout says we still have a few minutes before the diagnostic is complete."

"Just great," she muttered. The specifications said it would all work, but it was foolhardy to take out a vehicle without knowing that everything was hooked up right. Would circuit boards handle their loads, would physical parts sustain the needed wear and tear? Hell, she had been planning to use the same diagnostic scanners on her armor to ensure she wouldn't end up falling a few thousand feet to a grisly and painful death because a circuit for her anti-gravity boots misfired or failed during flight.

Worst case with the RV was an elemental shell misfiring and taking out the weapon pod while denting the outer-armor and perhaps sending them spinning end over end into a deep lake. Wow, that totally did not make me feel better."Everyone in to the RV and buckle up!" she yelled, her nose detecting a faint whiff of smoke now in the air. But seeing no sign of flames, the garage now too filled with darkness to allow her to see the source, she had no idea where it was coming from.

"You have a plan, Alpha?" asked Alice, not letting her fear get to her. There was a time for play and a time to kick ass, so for the moment she would cease her efforts to tease the alien Alpha.

Asrial nodded. "We'll just see how these walls like Mr. BFG 9000," she said. "MWA HAHAHAHAHAHA—OUCH!"

"Sorry, Alpha," smirked Alice as she walked past the skunk-girl who was now rubbing her bottom. "You really shouldn't do stuff like that unless you want me to pinch that sexy ass of yours."

"Right," snorted Asrial. "Just what doesn't make you go after my ass?"

"Hmm, good point."

"Blasting through the wall, huh?" sneered a blond Rocket grunt. "My, this'll be fun."

"Quit dragging this out, Tom," snorted the redhead grunt. "We should have melted this place into slag and left by now."

Tom paused, turning slightly, his eyes cold as he glared at the redhead. "Are you giving me orders, Dick?" he asked without emotion.

"Drop this bullshit," growled the last grunt with black hair. "Play your fucked up games later, Tom. You may scare us a bit, but a pissed off Pantyhose scares me a hell of a lot more! And you all know just as well as I do what he'll do to us if we fail, especially if we fail because you wanted to play."

Tom glared at the man, his face contorting into a twisted mockery of joy and rage, showing that he couldn't care less. To the others, they began to wonder if perhaps it was past time for Rocket to do some mental evaluations on their troops if psychos like that were allowed in. "Fine then, Harry.

"When they blast open the wall and drive out, I want the psychics to immobilize the car as the Magmammary burns it with everything she's got. I want to hear their screams as they're cooked alive."

The other two shivered as the psychic pokégirls moved in front of the hole, the Magmammary several feet ahead of them, kneeled slightly to give the others the best possible line-of-sight to capture the fleeing girls in.

"We sure they are coming out here?" asked Harry, trying to push aside his growing fear of Tom.

"Yes," came the chorused reply once more. "She plans to fire at this point, destroying the wall and immediately drive out. The blast is not expected to be any stronger for fear of bringing the building down on them."

"It'll be a blast, all right," Tom cackled madly.

"Are you sure this will work?" asked Cyan.

"For the last time, yes," sighed Asrial, the girls now safely inside the RV, the BFG Weapon Pod activated. On top of the RV, a panel slid aside, allowing the gun to seem to appear from nowhere, directly in the middle. "Right now, we simply don't have the raw power to do more than blast that wall apart, not since I'm putting all I can into the rear thrusters to give us a quicker take off velocity, hopefully enough to get as far away from these pricks as possible." And then I can armor-up and come back for them without worrying about you.

Noticing a flashing indicator, she turned. "Kiiro, go check the back circuit junction box. Something's interfering in the power transfer conduits."

"Yes, Alpha Asrial!" shouted the Peekabu, snapping off a salute, and heading towards the back of the RV.

"Okay, wanna try that again in English?" asked Cyan.

"Some circuits that feed power into the weapons array," Asrial replied, the front windows changing into a HUD, targeting arrows forming on the section of wall she intended to blast open. "This was why we were doing the diagnostics: to ensure the current configuration of the power conduits could handle the extra energy I dragged out of these engines." Maybe when I get some more materials, I can replace the whole system with a plasma-based power network fueled by a mini-fusion chamber…

Kiiro winced seeing smoke appear from behind a panel. Grabbing a nearby extinguisher, she sprayed the panel lightly; glad to see that the cold frost formed on it didn't immediately evaporate. Working inside the garage had been a good teacher about how to approach possible fires. The lack of evaporation meant it wasn't a fire but something probably fried. Being unafraid of possible electrocution—she was an electric-type after all—she popped open the panel.

Seeing the damage, she could only wince.

A cable that carried to voltage from the main power conduit into the weapon's system was simply gone. "Bad former Master, always getting substandard shit," she growled. Without that connection, the weapons weren't going to get enough power to do anything.

And no power meant they'd be burned alive by Team Rocket.

Looking around, she tried to spot something, anything, that she could use to bridge the gap between the two exposed leads. But what little that was lying about wouldn't be able to either carry the charge or not melt when they needed it.

Blinking, she snapped her fingers. "Silly pokégirl," she smiled, as she leaned forward and grabbed the leads.

She was an Electric-type after all. And the space between the twin electric pouches in her cheeks would just be close enough.

"Great job, Kiiro!" shouted Asrial, as she saw the readings max out for the power available.

"Now then, prepare for a nice example of what happens when you piss off a Salusian of Imperial Birth!" she shouted, as she switched off the safeties and discharged the BFG 9000.

As the three psychics and the Magmammary prepared to carry out Tom's plan, a few flaws could have been predicted.

One was that even if it was just a normal blast, nothing had been set up between the wall and the Rocket pokégirls to keep shrapnel from the armored wall from striking them after the explosion.

It wasn't like the man cared if the girls were injured. He just wanted overpowering odds that at least one would be alert enough to immobilize the RV. And the Magmammary wouldn't be hurt by bits and pieces of metal, being she was already one genetically modified tough bitch.

Two was that the psychics were only scanning Asrial's mind—apparently Salusians of Imperial Birth had a low resistance to psychics. So they would know her plans and what she expected.

Therefore, they would fail to know that a certain Electric-type had run current through her own body. Not that it would have mattered, as Kiiro had no idea that her own body's natural current was being added to the power being sent to the weapon.

All this added together to a few things.

The first was that the blast—while confined as Asrial had hoped—was much stronger than she would have ever thought possible. So it didn't just blow open the armored wall for their escape attempt.

It vaporized it.

And then it continued on, striking the shocked Magmammary and beyond, taking the stunned psychics by surprise, and like the Magmammary and the armored wall, quickly reducing them to plasma.

The girls stared in shock, the outer wall now alight with flames as the superheated plasma had done enough damage to do such. The explosion and power had been such a shock, Asrial had forgotten to activate the boosters and dart out of there.

Blinking, Cyan cast a look at the back compartment, finding the Peekabu on her knees, two wires making contact with her electric pouches. "Well… certainly didn't see that coming."

"Neither did they," smirked Alice, the 'psychic' fog dissipating rapidly. "Dear Alpha, I do believe you just wasted the psychics… and probably one of the fire-bitches as well."

"…Damn," muttered Asrial. "I'm good."

"Um… Alpha, should we not get the fuck out of here?" asked Alice, as Cyan returned to the front of the RV.

"Oh, right," said Asrial, as she floored it, her fingers flipping a switch to activate the rear thrusters for added power.

The RV took off like a literally bat out of hell, exploding from the hole as their speed caused a backlash of wind, making it seem like the flames from their attack were chasing after them.

With a roar, the RV charged into the outside, brakes screeching and dirt flying as Asrial made a steep turn to the right, trying to keep from impacting the end of the trail of plasma, a ditch leading to a pit easily ten-twelve feet deep. Their very weapon of escape had resulted in a path they could not travel—not unless the RV could take flight.

Sadly, Asrial was missing a few pieces to install a functional HCS, (HoverConversion System). And while the RV would survive slamming into a mound of flash-fried dirt, it would leave them stuck and thus open to attack from any surviving Rocket members and their pokégirls.

Sights now turned as she tried to force her escape, she spotted a surprised Rocket grunt, a dark-haired man turning as the RV barreled down upon him, thrusts cut off as to give her more time to maneuver. Asrial may have wanted to gut them all, but she also wanted her harem-sisters to survive.

Smirking, she activated a second weapons pod, the first sliding closed as she felt the need for a second shot from the BFG would be unlikely.

And… she wanted prisoners that could talk, that could sing quickly the hidden locations of Jeremy… and probably Ichi as well. She wanted answers damn it! And she'd pluck their fingers off to get them. But since dead men told no tales, she used the non-lethal ordinance.

A weapons pod on the passenger side activated, emerging and then firing off three Bolo whips towards their target, as Asrial swerved once again to avoid running over what she hoped would be a very talkative prisoner.

Had she remained focused on him, she would have seen the three Bolos strike. The first one wrapped around his legs at the knees, tripping him up. The second wrapped around his waist, binding his hands to his sides—and the twin weights conveniently meeting the end of their ropes and thus striking him in his crotch… hard.

But it was the third one that proved once again the systems were not fully working correctly. The third was meant to strike near the top of his chest, further binding his arms to his body to prevent escape.

Instead, as he pitched forward from his tripped legs and the strike to his reproductive organs made him pitch forward, causing the actually landing point to be the neck. And had it not been the result of choking from the cord wrapped around his neck, it would have been finished when the weights slammed into his throat, crushing his larynx.

Harry would not be Asrial's shining hope.

As she banked once more, none of the group noticed Alice slamming into the side—Cyan having quickly taken the front passenger seat with her Cheetit speed. Nor would she notice at the moment that what she had landed against was a set of emergency functions for the RV should they ever be needed—Asrial was if nothing but prepared by her former life to always expect a need for rescue materials.

And since Alice was focused on trying to not be injured by Asrial's evasive driving, she wouldn't notice that the panel had not been locked down as it should have been, and that she had activated one such emergency function.

She didn't have a name. No pokégirl did when used by the higher echelon within Team Rocket. The psychic pokégirls had never had a name from the moment they were 'procured' by Team Rocket. Some of the lower-level members might still have named pokégirls, but not the upper members.

Why name a disposable tool, after all.

And like any tools, as long as they did the job required of them, they weren't tossed aside.

She had already launched several Flamethrower attacks, narrowly missing the back of the van, but leaving several paths of scorched earth in their wake. She could already smell the smoke from the burning garage, her attacks much better suited for a cluttered roof filled with empty take-out cartons.

There was no rage for fallen comrades, no desire for vengeance. She had never personally known any of the psychic pokégirls, let alone the dead Magmammary. She didn't even care for any of the males running about the field. Those were attachment, such things were not allowed in pokégirls, let alone the upper echelon. They were 'educated' out of any involved.

She only existed for her mission. And at the moment, that mission was to burn those within the RV, to destroy the garage and leave no possible witnesses. She was a cold, calculating machine with one purpose.

That still didn't silence her surprise when a small pod opened on the RV, a tube directed skyward, and a flare launched towards her.

Now a flare would normally be little trouble for a flying pokégirl, let alone one that was a Fire-type.

Of course, it didn't help that said flare was set to be capable of being launched a minimum of ten thousand feet for better visibility. So it had more than enough force that when it struck the Phoenix to impale itself into her guts.

Oddly not enough force however to push itself out the other side, instead striking and lodging against her spine, sending the pokégirl into an uncontrolled spin higher into the sky.

And in so much pain, pain that overcame her 'training', she could do nothing as the timer inside the small flare reached zero and exploded.

"Rain? Now?" asked Asrial, as a red mist began to form on the front window of the RV. "And why is it red?"

"Never mind," said Cyan quickly, her nose sniffing… burnt poultry?

"Let's just say we have one less Fire-type to worry about," Alice mentioned cryptically. I wonder if any large chunks survived? Some say a Phoenix is quite a dish for a cat-type… "I say we deal with the two humans and remaining Fire-type before—"

THUMP-THUMP!

"Well… we should probably just deal with the humans now," the Shadowcat finished, as the front window finally cleared enough to see before them. It would probably be better not to mention that the Alpha had just 'accidentally' run over the last 'known' active pokégirl of their enemies. The Alpha didn't seem like someone who would be happy to know that.

Well, that or she'd slip further into the 'scary as hell' Alpha mindset she had been showing since working on the RV. Either way, it wouldn't end well for them all.

Alpha Asrial was really scary like that, almost as scary as Master suddenly developing Erectile Dysfunction. And like that condition, she hoped 'that' side of the Alpha ever woke up in the Taming Bed.

The rear of the RV swerved from a loud impact. "What the hell?" yelled Cyan.

The HUD lit up, showing the back rear armor on the passenger side, registering an impact.

"Bastards apparently kept some guns for themselves!" yelled Alice, not needing her psychic powers to spot the blond Rocket grunt across the grounds, a weapon exactly like the one they had seen in the basement yesterday in his hands, being reloaded. Spotting the blond taking aim once again, Asrial turned sharply, tilting the driver's side towards the man, for a moment bringing the vehicle up onto only one side of wheels.

The HUD registered the strike almost as soon as they felt it, the RV being slammed back down to having all of it's tired on the ground.

"I may not be a scientist, but I can read," said Cyan. "We can't take too many more of those hits!"

"I know," snarled Asrial. Striking two more buttons on the console, the HUD changed, green lines forming on it as a hissing sound sprung up from the back. "Smoke screen plus Virtual Display equals them just as likely to trip up as hit us!"

Alice whistled for a moment. "Alpha, I almost fear what items you'll build into those toys you promised us."

"Doesn't mean we don't want them," quickly added Cyan. Thousand Gods knew the skunk girl would try and latch upon any excuse not to make those items.

"Yeah, yeah," murmured Asrial, more focused on trying to either lose the two remaining Rocket Grunts—assuming they were all that remained and more weren't hiding out of range of the HUD sensors. Luckily, it appeared the group had only arrived with a small force for a specific task. Add to that the fact their two shots hadn't truly disabled their sensors, they still had a chance. The RV wasn't the loudest thing around, not even after Asrial's additions. With the smoke screen, the two remaining Rocket Grunts would only have a limited chance of actually striking them.

This was proven as the HUD registered a strike fifteen feet to their right, obliterating a parts shed Crankcase had used.

"What about the other weapons?" asked Alice. "I thought you armed this to the teeth?"

"I gave it teeth to fight big threats," replied Asrial. "This thing is made for big problems. Walls, swarms, natural disasters: it can handle.

"Small things like two assholes with powerful guns; not so much. That was more of a 'arm yourself and go 'Rambo' on them' ideology." Hitting another button, Alice stepped back as the middle of the floor opened, revealing a new pod. The pod rose into the cabin, revealing an armory rack, several types of elemental rifles and hand guns were present, as well as their shells.

"Holy Megami-sama shit!" gasped Cyan.

"What all didn't you put in here?" asked Alice, also in shock, as the pod retracted into the floor.

"I still need to find a dispenser area for the birth control pills, condoms, and tampons," Asrial added with a blush, the mood at the moment making her blurt out things she'd normally be too embarrassed to admit.

Tom finished reloading his shells into his weapon, smiling madly. Oh, this was turning out to be such an enjoyable hunt. He was covered in the blood of the worthless bird—such a beautiful sight, her death was—and that ass Harry was dead.

Oh sure, the limited number of pokégirls that had assigned to them for this mission were all dead, it was now down to him and that dick, Dick; armed only with their elemental rifles.

And after he took out those bitches in the RV, he was certain Dick would be having a small 'accident' as well.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are?" he sang, looking for a source of sound to fire upon. It didn't matter if it was the RV or Dick; the same fate awaited them in the end.

But once again, Tom made several mistakes. His biggest mistake at the moment was not knowing his position among his surroundings. As such, when he heard the close sound of the RV's engine, he turned and fired.

He winced as bits of the armored wall from Pete's Garage struck his skin. Had he been more alert about the battlefield and not so focused on the blood and gore it offered, he would have noticed two things.

He was close to the wall of the garage.

Sound could echo off a wall.

He didn't have time to curse anyone or anything before the real source of the sound struck him, physically launching him into a pile of broken RV parts, namely long metal hollow tubes.

The last bit of blood he got to enjoy was what spilled out from his impaled chest.

See Dick.

See Dick get splattered with blood from his nearby teammate.

See Dick decide winning wasn't going to happen here.

See Dick turn and run. Run, Dick, run!

See Dick also fail to realize where he was in relation to the battlefield.

See fence.

See fence resume being charged now that the psychics were no longer around to suppress it.

See Dick discover that.

See Dick fry.

Fry, Dick, fry!

"Okay… I think I might be sick," muttered Cyan as she watched the virtual display of the last Rocket grunt meeting a shocking end.

"Look at it this way," offered Alice, "now the asses can't buy their way out of a trial."

"They would have bought their way out of justice?" asked Asrial.

"Nah, they would have been Love Balled," Alice waved off, as she looked on. "The big fish are never brought up for trial."

"You may want to power down the weapons system," added Cyan. "Otherwise our tasty morsel in the back will keep those wires to her face."

"WHAT?" asked Asrial, quickly powering down the weapons systems. "Kiiro?" she shouted.

"Yes, Alpha Asrial?" came from the back.

"Are you okay?" she asked, trying to rush into the back to check on the girl.

"Of course, Alpha Asrial," replied Kiiro. "I'm sorry Alpha Asrial, but we need a new component for the system, unless you want me to keep working as a conductor."

Asrial looked at the scene before her: Kiiro near the open panel, holding the two leads to her electric pouches.

"Well," muttered Asrial, "I guess that explains where the BFG got the extra power from."

"Did I do wrong?" asked Kiiro sadly.

"I'd say you did a pretty damned good job," offered Alice with a smile.

"Perhaps we should put this off until we check for damage or perhaps get out of here," suggested Cyan. "I doubt our battle didn't attract some attention. And while the local law might be gentle with us, they may ask some questions we'd rather not answer.

"This is the Pewtit Police Force!" came an enhanced yell. "Exit the vehicle now!"

"…Fuck," muttered Cyan, palming her face.

"Just like the law," muttered Alice. "Showing up after everything is said and done."

Shaking her head, Asrial made her way to the door to the outside, hoping the smoke screen had cleared enough to see what was going on—and so no trigger-happy officers might decided to scream 'She's coming right for us!' and end her life.

As Asrial got out of the RV, she looked around at the result of their battle.

The resulting fire from Kiiro's enhanced shot had finished adding itself to the fire pokégirls' attack and the stray shot from the Rocket Grunt, leaving Pete's Garage now in a smoldering heap, the flames dancing towards the sky. That said nothing about the ditch extending outward from their escape.

The RV was covered with blood—even she wasn't sure how they'd done that for the moment.

One Rocket grunt laid dead, electrocuted by the fence they thought they had disabled, but had lived long enough without the psychics suppressing it.

One Rocket grunt lay dead, smashed into a pile of poles and impaled, likely initially struck by the RV when she was making evasion maneuvers to avoid their Elemental Guns.

One… something, likely the last missing Fire-type—assuming the one notaccidentally vaporized by her was it or had disappeared when the mist came—smashed into the ground, tire marks over the dead body.

And one final Rocket grunt, strangled to death by her Bolo Weapons.

Before her now was Officer Jolie, more OfficerJennys arriving behind her. To their left, was Ranma, carrying the nude form of Cassandra—he himself missing his top and only wearing boxers.

"Well… shit," she sighed. This wasn't going to end well.

Her eye-twicthing, Asrial had to wonder what it was with this world's brand of 'justice' that would leave her in the position she was. Their idea of taking her in for questioning was to have her stripped of her clothes and locked into a metal stockade into the center of the room. While most would feel that was bad enough, the humiliation didn't end there, oh no! The stockade had a back and clamp in the back for a tail restraight; her tail-fur tightly drawn in the center as the clamp held tight, and held it up, leaving her cunny and rosebud exposed to view... a view which was being taken advantage of as people, both police and NOT were coming in to pose with it for pictures! PICTURES!

"This is NO way for a Salusian of Imperial Birth to be treated!" Asrial bemoaned her fate. It really was a bitch how pokégirls were treated here! It was inhumane! It was cruel! It was... needlessly kinky!

However, Asrial's lamenting on how much it sucked to appear as a pokégirl was derailed as a heavilly-accented female voice spoke behind her and out of view. "So... you ist Asrial; Salusian registered to Indigo League Tamer Ranma Saotome of Phallus Town... ya?"

"Yeah so?" Asrial asked as she turned her head... and frowned as she realized the stockade was blocking her view. "Aw, son of a-"

The voice responded in an almost chiding tone. "Nein, nein... do naut bother turning. I vill be in your view in moments, fraulein," the woman told her. Said voice was followed by a firm slap to the Salusians rear; it felt like a leather-covered hand to her.

"YIKES!" The bound Salusian princess shrieked at the rough contact. "H-hey! I thought they said I wasn't going be man-handled since I'm a registered pokégirl!?" Yes, it sucked to admit it or say it but she couldn't blow her cover... nor did she want to be toyed with as she was being!

The voice huffed in annoyance. "Mein dear, zat vas a slap! If mein fingers vent into your cunt, zen yes, I vould be violating zat! Of course zere ist ze fact ve can... 'interrogate you thoroughly' if ze law dictates based on ze offense," she chuckled darkly. "And zis ist such un offense. Besides," the woman continued. "To your earlier complaint... how ist it manhandling if ze one handling ist a woman, ya?" Asked the woman as she stepped into view of Asrial.

The blonde Salusian gawked as she stared up at the woman. The face and blue hair coloration lead Asrial to believe that this pokégirl was an OfficerJenny... but she wasn't dressed like any police pokégirl she'd seen thus far! "Oh this cannot be good," the Salusian princess thought as she took stock of this woman. No police uniform; no cop blue with mini-skirt, stalkings, high-heels and badge. This one was dressed in a cupless, black leather corset; tits freely on display with her badge connected to said leather clothing, placed between her tits. She also wore thigh-high leather high-heeled boots that were strapped to her garter belt with straps. However, she wasn't sure if she could call it a garter-belt per sé... while it certainly did the job, it was thick and had numerous pouches on it, along with a few bullet slots and a gun holster.

Pulling on her length of her leather gloves to make sure they made it past her elbows, the OfficerJenny introduced herself. "I am Officer Gertrude," the heavily Germanic-accented pokégirl said, introducing herself. "I am un recent recruit from ze Azure League; vell known for opression of it's pokégirls." She grinned as she leaned forward, almost eye-to-eye with her interogee. "Und I am just soooo glad zey decided to make you mein first order of business since arriving..."

Looking into the eyes of the obviously sexually-depraved pokégirl, Asrial gulped nervously. "R-really?" She asked, unable to keep her voice from stuttering.

Nodding her head, the OfficerJenny in Dominatrix gear replied, "Really..." she then had a look of falce surprise on her face. "But vait! Vhere ist mein assistant? HAROLD! GET THINE ASS IN HERE UND ZIS MINUTE!"

The response was the sound of feet hitting the hard ground in a run, then the feeling of mostly naked flesh hitting against Asrial. Hands groped the side of her ass as a fleshy length rubbed along her slit. "GAH! WHAT THE FUCK!?" The Salusian swore, her heart racing at the fear of being violated once more.

"Nein, nein!" Gertrude roared at the unseen attack, taking her whip cracking it out and hitting the body behind Asrial. "No Taming ze suspect! Now get over here by me! NOW!"

There was a male voice whimpering, the body walking into view. The blonde Salusian could only gawk as she saw the man... but-floss... or perhaps it could've been a thong... if it were crotchless. Thick rings on his nipples for piercings and his face was covered by a black leather mask; only his eyes and mouth visible. To complete the visage a spiked collar was around his neck, a long leather leash hanging behind him.

"Bad Harold," the OfficerJenny chided her Tamer. "Bad, bad, BAD Harold! I did not give you permission to Tame ze Salusian, did I? NO!" She shouted as she reached for a pounch on her belt. She took out a cigarette packet and took one stick into her mouth, biting down. She removed it by pulling on the box with the others; placing it back into her mouth. "You are a bad, bad boy!"

The man whimpered more, looking at his pokégirl with needy eyes.

The policewoman glared into his eyes for a long pause. "No," the blue-tressed, leather-clad OfficerJenny finally replied. "Zis ass vill be mein now," she told him seriously as she removed a match, striking it harshly across Asrial's ass to make it spark and light. She brought the match to her cancer stick, lighting it. She took a drag of her cigarette, making sure it was lit. Releasing a large puff of smoke, she turned her head to look at the bound Asrial. "Open your mouth," she told her.

Shaking her rump back and forth to ease the stinging she felt, the bound blonde skunk-girl glared up at the OfficerJenny. "Wuh-what was that for!? Is this even legal!?

Looking down at the Salusian in the stockade, the male sighed. "Juh-just do as she says," the man in the gimp outfit pleaded with her. He knew how much worse it could get if one didn't indulge Gertrude.

Seeing the OfficerJenny glare at her, the Salusian complied, opening her mouth... and winding up with the woman putting out the match on her tongue. Asrial closed her mouth on the match hard as she grit her teeth; tears at the corners of her eyes. That HURT!

"Oh, poor, poor pokékit..." the OfficerJenny said tauntingly. "Did zat hurt you?" She chuckled as she moved the match, twisting and breaking it as Asrial was still biting down on it.

Once calm enough and over the initial pain, Asrial spit out the half of the matchstick in her mouth. She snarled at the woman but didn't verbally reply.

The blue-tressed OfficerJenny, (who seemed she would've made a better Dominatrix pokégirl) ignored the glare as she took another drag of the cigarette. "It could be vorse, mein fraulein," she told her in all seriousness. "I could do someffing like... ZIS!" And so saying she put her cigarette out by pushing it down on the now shrieking Harold's nut-sack.

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHH!" The man screamed; his erection suddenly bobbing to life for a moment at the sudden abuse.

Turning her head away from the awful sight, Asrial winced. This wasn't proper procedure, right?

Right?

This Jenny was obviously out of her gourd and someone was going to stop her... right?

RIGHT!?

Removing the cigarette from the burned scrotal sack, the OfficerJenny chuckled darkly as she turned to the bound Salusian. "Now zen, let us hope you are in ze right mindset to ansuwer mein questions, ya?" She asked as she flicked her cigarette off to the side of the room. "To begin vit, vat vere you doing in un area zat vas closed off to all but ze Pewtit City Police Force?"

Lifting her head, the Salusian of Imperial Birth met the Azure League OfficerJenny's gaze. "...Repairing our RV which was left there," she replied honestly. There was no harm answering that one. "And on my way out some Rockets attacked and I had to defend my harem sisters and I."

"Sooo..." the woman in leather gear drawled out as she took mental note of this. "You outright admit to breaking un entering und theft... naughty, naughty pokégirl... zat vill really put your master into haut vauter vit ze police..."

Asrial winced; "Not theft, the RV was OURS, the prior owner of the garage tried to take parts from it and give us back a shell of crap, and with the assault on me and my Master and the following police work, we left it there and I voiced concerned of looters and... I ..." did she dare to say she was given permission, would Ranma or them admit they allowed her?

Taking a deep breath, Asrial took a leap of faith. "I was given permission to repair and bring the RV back, Master trusts me and my technical skills." Why admit Ranma was in the know? Simply given how honest to a fault he seemed, he may outright admit it before thinking and best not to have conflicting stories even if most pokégirls would cover for their masters.

The OfficerJenny seemed to notice the hesitation on the blonde skunk-girl's face. "Vell?" She asked her. "Vat ist it? You seem to haff someffing else you vish to share. Share it."

"It's like I said," the bound Salusian told her seriously. "I was concerned about looters, I mean, the repair guy was shady as shit! Master trusted me and let me go with a few of the girls to help with repairs. We didn't take anything not belonging to us or that we didn't do the paperwork for." Now on that she PRAYED Nabiki caught the paperwork e-mail or that at least someone else did and made sure they settled that for the salvaged weapons. Now granted, Asrial HID the majority in a special container in the RV, not even the cops would be able find them. But her "ghettoized" power armor was lying out in the open and some of the built in weapons were exposed when she was arrested.

And that was just what the OfficerJenny brought up next. "And how do you explain all ze veapons zat your Master's Class-A Landmaster RV vas situated vit? Records of ze vehicle's history starting vit one Gary Oak states no such additions..."

Asrial bit her lip. Shit. She had no clue how to answer that.

Seeing her detainee go silent, Gertrude had what she needed to continue. "Noffing to answer? Ve haff vays of making you taulk!" The OfficerJenny chuckled darkly as she brought a large adult toy into view of the blonde Salusian princess.

Staring at the long, thick, cylindrical item with wide eyes, the Salusian turned her head as best she could in her bindings. "...Is that a Hillsfar Heavy Penetrator?" She asked nervously. It looked very similar to the one the pokégirls had her riding yesterday... only thicker and more bulbous.

Grinning widely, the police pokégirl clad in black leather replied, "Vith rotating head!" She chuckled darkly and put a button on the bottom of the base. The head of the toy began spinning in a very powerful rotation of 30 RPM.

Shrieking, Asrial tried to lower her tail to give her some modesty and protection from the OfficerJenny that was way too into S&M for the Salusian's good. Triedbeing the key-word, as the extension on the back of the stockade's headboard also restrained her tail, keeping it up and her nether regions exposed to whatever anyone wanted to do to her... such as sticking sex toys that were way too inhuman into her.

Sneering, the OfficerJenny took the Salusian's horrified silence as defiance. "Von't speak, eh? Vell zat ist good. Zere are more vays to make you taulk, ya?" She turned her head to the side and called to, "HAROLD!"

The male officer in crotch-less speedo and nipple-piercings tried to use this as a chance to get his pokégirl to see reason. "Please Gertrude, I wish you'd call me your Mast-"

"NEIN!" The blue-tressed policewoman doing an excellent impression of a Dominatrix roared angrily at her semi-owner. "Only men NAUT veak may be called a 'master'. You are NO master to Gertrude!" She cracked the whip in her right hand, making the man jump; the jingle bells attached to his nipples ringing. "Now Harold, be a good boy und take ze Salusian's pretty face, ya?"

That snapped the Salusian out of her stupor. Asrial stared with horror as the male policeman moved in front of her; his wang dangling like a limp noodle. "Oh Jesus Christ no..." she whispered in sheer horror of the situation. It was like that time at the garage all over again!

Fortunately for her, unlike the fat bastard Krankase, this police officer wasn't as up to the job. He looked down at her pretty face and then back up at the OfficerJenny. "But I want her ass..." he whined.

Asrial's head fell forward. God almighty, what was with everyone and her ass!?

The blue-tressed woman glared at her wimpy human compatriot. "NO BOOTY FOR YOU!" The police pokégirl roared as she took her whip. *WHIP-CRACK*!

"Eek!" The man shrieked as the end of the leather implement cracked rather close to his tender male bits. "Sorry, Gertrude!" He apologized.

*WHIP-CRACK*!

"EEK!" The somewhat pudgy male turned submissive bitch shrieked. "I mean, 'sorry, MISTRESS'!" He apologized properly.

Wrapping the whip in her hand, the OfficerJenny nodded her head. "Better."

Turning her head left and right as she tried to look back and forth between the two officers as best she could, the Salusian tried to get them to see reason rather than kinky. If she didn't stop them before they got back on track, she was going to be traumatized from facial trauma in a horribly sexual fashion. "Um... is this all legal?"

The man's face went white as he looked down at the Salusian in the stockade. "...You shouldn't have said that," muttered Harold, as he tried to adjust his leather outfit his Mistress demanded he wear. The Thousand Gods knew how easily agitated Gertrude could become when the 'criminals' questioned her methods and ethics.

The blue-haired Jenny in leather corset and thigh-high high-heeled boots spun about on the Salusian; the leather gloves covering her hands squeaking as she tightened her grip of her whip. "Vy, of course, dumkoff Salusian! Vat do you fink zis ist? America? Zere ist NO Constitution to protect ze pokéfrauleins here! Now you must be thoroughly... PUNISHED..."

Staring up at the pokégirl that was staring to round on her, Asrial knew she had only one chance. Taking a deep breath, she quickly cried out, "But this isAmerica!"

The leather-clad OfficerJenny stopped in her tracks. Blinking her eyes once, twice she had to ask, "...Vat?" Gertrude stared down at the bound perpetrator in curiousness, her gaze demanding a more thorough explanation.

Sweating lightly at the blue-tressed pokégirl's intense glare, the blonde Salusian of Imperial Birth explained, "Well, if I read history correctly, it used to be. Indigo League is a portion of that former nation."

The OfficerJenny's glare seemed to melt, her face a vision of abject misery; tears shimmering at the corners of her eyes and threatening to flow. She quickly turned about to her owner. "DAMN IT, HAROLD!" She shrieked in a surprisingly cute squeal. "I TOLD YOU TO RESEARCH THIS! NOW WE CAN'T FULFILL SEXUAL FANTASIES UNLESS I WORK YOUR ASS!"

The police officer in gimp gear stepped back from his pokégirl as he realized where this was heading. "No Mistress, not the banana!" He begged. "NOT THE BANANA!"

"YES," the police pokégirl shouted, her face suddenly a picture of jubilation and excitement. "THE BANANA!" She giggled prettily as she used her free hand and pulled a banana-shaped dildo off from a pouch she had on her leather utility garter-belt.

Watching as the male officer whimpered and bent over, wiggling his ass for the obviously crazed OfficerJenny with a leather and domination fetish, Asrial was about to ask why he was allowing her to take control of him when another realization came to her. Blinking her eyes once, twice, the Salusian of Imperial Birth tried to ask, "What happened to your accent? I mean you don't just-"

"SILENCE!" The OfficerJenny of Germanic Azurian heritage shouted as she started whipping Harold—couldn't beat the prisoners after all. "COUNT THE BLOWS IN GERMAN, PIG!"

"ACK!" Harold cried as each strike of the whip served to stimulate him. "Ein! Zwei! Drei!"

Her jaw dropping at the debauchery taking place before her, the blonde-haired Salusian couldn't stand to be there any longer... especially being bound naked as she was! "So..." Asrial tried to reason with the two obvious insane police officers. "Am I free to go?"

Pausing in her abuse of her master's reddening rump, the pokégirl turned to her captive. "Oh, hell no!" The OfficerJenny told her, her accent completely absent. "I still have to hold you for questioning as to what happened, you know."

Asrial sighed. While it was definitely progress that they no longer had their attention on her ass, there was still one thing bugging her. "...Can you at least let me out of this stockade so I can get my clothes on?"

A grin played over the lovely police pokégirl's features. "Sorry my dear but there's nothing against such in the laws of the League."

Her eye twitching, the Salusian princess asked, "And the people that are coming in now and again posing next to my bare ass and taking pictures?"

Shrugging her shoulders, the leather-clad policewoman replied, "Well, that's more of a gray area, really..."

Lowering her head, Asrial groaned as she realized that this was easily one of her worst days ever. It seemed that ever since she for to this world; it was extreme ups and downs in emotions with no middle ground. She twitched as she could hear voices from the other side of the mirrored wall chattering. "Damn it, someone forgot to give Gertrude her meds again! And get the next group in there so they can have their pictures taken since it seems the pokégirl is done questioning her for now."

Tears trailing down the side of her face, Asrial growled in frustration. "Why me!?" She thought angrily. Oh yes, she was really getting sick of this world...

Sitting in a chair, Ranma winced as the OfficerJenny standing before him continued to list off the numerous crimes that had been committed by Asrial... Breaking and entering, theft, arson, receiving stolen property... negligent homicide. Such would normally get a pokégirl put to sleep but the fact that for the majority of the charges, the last one especially, were associated with Team Rocket members... she was less than likely to get a punishment of the usual degree.

Still, the fact remained, he was going to have to deal with it himself if he wanted to save Asrial's bacon. "So..." the raven-haired Pokégirl Tamer said slowly as looked up at the three OfficerJennys gathered at the other side of the office. "Asrial is the only one being prosecuted?" He asked curiously. The other three had been returned to him and he'd promptly PokéBalled them for the time being to keep them out of any possible, (and further) trouble.

He was sure something happened to Kiiro at least. The poor Electric-type mouse-girl was passed out, mumbling something in her comatose state about a 'leather lady'. The martial artist idly wondered if that was some kind of pokégirl...

Looking over to the Tamer, Jolie sighed sadly. She felt for him but she had her duty. "Yes. Asrial officially took all blame, saying it was all her idea and that they were just following the orders of their Alpha."

Nodding his head slowly, Ranma was proud that the Salusian Princess had taken such heat as to keep the other, REAL pokégirls, out of trouble. Now it was up to him to save her ass. "So you say because Team Rocket was involved with most of the stuff she's being charged with, Asrial will get off light, on that grounds it could count as self defense..." he emphasized, hoping it would take heat off of her. "But you mentioned she's in trouble for simply repairing the RV?"

Nodding her head, the tallest of the Jennys standing between the two with Jolie on her right explained, "It was still done on sealed off property. She unlawfully entered what was still a crime-scene investigation." Granted, she was a little annoyed herself that it was STILL such before the Team Rocket battle broke out; it should have been checked and cleared well in advance. But that's just what happened when you depended on male human officers to do a job... it was like trying to ask Jolie to let you borrow that damned dress! It didn't get done!

Well... let you borrow that damned dress... or the Tamer's cock she was hogging so damned much it made you want to shoot the bit-happy thoughts... think happy thoughts... happy thoughts...

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma tried to figure out why the police pokégirl was hyperventilating for a moment. When she seemed to have calmed down enough, he tried to ask, "I thought we got... you know, paperwork?" He was fairly certain something came his way concerning that!

Jolie sighed at the confusion on the other Jennys faces. It figured they would have been more interested in the lottery to see who 'interrogated'-and yes, the banner had used that term with hyphens-Ranma instead of actually studying the file. To get things going, the blue-tressed pokégirl politely explained, "You did... however, it's still in the stage of being processed." Paperwork; the bane of all OfficerJennys and good citizens that were '11' Ranked Tamers... devil seemed to be in the details after all.

Lowering his head, the pigtailed Tamer groaned. Man, he wished Nabiki or someone was around to help him try and come up with alternatives; he knew nothing of legal mumbo-jumbo. What a time for Nabiki to be in the middle of a test... "I know, I know," Ranma sighed, rubbing his head with his right hand. "But I mean, doesn't the fact those Rockets came kind of justify her looter concern?"

Nodding her head, the OfficerJenny with a data-pad standing furthest from Jolie replied, "In a sense, Tamer Saotome. However she had weapons added to the vehicle that were stolen contraband-and yes, while you submitted paperwork for salvage claims, they were ALSO in the processing stage. Your Salusian had started working with such questionable 'goods' before okay was given by the Pewtit City Council."

The pigtailed martial artist winced. Even as dense as he was, he had some run-ins with the law in his youth, thanks to the deviousness of his old man. Even he had some understanding as to where this with going; it meant Asrial was in deep shit big time. "This is her first offense, right?" He questioned the three Jennys gathered. "Can't she get a warning or... I don't know, something light?"

Looking over and seeing the look sadness on the Tamer's face, the OfficerJenny center standing behind the desk sighed. "Tamer Saotome," she spoke up. "She is still a pokégirl. Laws are much, MUCH harder on them than they are humans. If this had happened after the paper-work was filed then we could be far more lenient... but as it stands, a lot of what we've found is... stolen property and worse." She sighed. "We can't just let her go around with a BFG 9000. Such is considered Forbidden Tech. No one is allowed to possess Forbidden Tech without the proper authorization from the government; no one. And that especially goes for a pokégirl."

Slamming his hands on the table, Ranma stood up suddenly. "But if she didn't use it, the Rocket's would've killed them all and that 'Forbidden Tech' would then be in THEIR hands!" The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer exclaimed angrily. "I mean, the fact they did some hurt to an organization that subverts EVERY law enforcement agency has to stand for something, right!?"

All three pokégirls just stared at the heaving male for a moment, before one of them finally answered him. "It's a vicious cycle but the law is the law," the OfficerJenny replied sadly. "In that situation, she was damned if she did and damned if she didn't. She could've died and not done anything wrong but in protecting herself she committed a crime that cannot be overlooked."

Lowering his head, Ranma groaned in frustration. This world really was a hell-hole for pokégirls. "Can't we, I don't know... work something out?" He pleased with the trio of Jennys. "If she has to be punished I accept that but... well what's she looking at?"

The blue-tressed police pokégirl standing in the center looked to her fellow Jenny at her left. "Officer Mariah?" She asked curiously. She hoped they might have some good news for Tamer Saotome but she wasn't going to get his hopes up.

Holding up her data pad, the police pokégirl admitted, "Well Officer Amanda, we can technically drop the arson charges as it's more than likely the fault of the Team Rocket grunts; we found the remains of three Fire-types. Even the negligent homicide can be swept under the rug due to it being self-defense and the looks of all three remains shows it was not outright homicide on her part; the one that ran into an electric fence could even be ruled off as suicide so he's completely off of the Salusian's legal responsibility." She took a deep breath. "But the breaking and entering AND the receiving stolen property cannot be ignored. The culmination of both... if your pokégirl is to serve the punishment... it calls for a Level 5 Taming Cycle. Complete erasure of experiences: memories and personality."

"...No..." Ranma shook his head slowly. "I can't... THAT'S NOT RIGHT!" Ranma roared as he lifted his head suddenly, looking around at the three OfficerJennys gathered. "I don't believe in that crap!" He pounds his fist onto the table, this time causing a visual crack in the wood from the force he hit it with. "Is there something other besides wiping her mind clean that can be done!?"

The OfficerJenny revealed to be Amanda looked at the Tamer with a mix of respect and regret. She could tell that Tamer Saotome REALLY cared for his pokégirls. However, the law was the law! With her being genetically programmed to obey it as she was, her hands were tied! "You'd have to make a very convincing plea to a judge, assuming they don't ask for a jury trial."

"They wouldn't, Officer Amanda," Officer Jolie said seriously. "She's a pokégirl. When no Tamer is involved in the pokégirl's action, a chance of being put before a jury of her peers is negated. It's up to the decision of that single individual."

The raven-haired martial artist winced. "Damn," he grumbled before shaking his head. There was nothing he could do about that though. "Still... what about the Judge?"

Considering his question for a moment, it was Amanda that explained, "It depends. Some are... well, to put it nicely, 'pricks'. Still, there are some that are understanding but even then, they'd have to be nuts to forgo a Taming Cycle of some degree and some lesser punishments under what could be worse in context."

Ranma nodded his head. People really were out to get pokégirls, and not just in terms of fucking it seemed. "Well... is there anything that would appease the law and forgo the Taming Cycle that isn't too... well harsh?"

Officer Amanda rubbed her chin in thought while Mariah began looking through logs and other data on her small lap-top. "Well there may be one..." she mumbled, although pretty sure he wasn't going to like it.

Having caught what she said, Ranma blinked his eyes. "One what? C'mon, tell me!"

Sighing, the police pokégirl explained, "Yes, there may be one way but I highly doubt you want her to do 'community service' via gang-bang."

One could hear the audible sound of a record scratching as Ranma paused for a moment, twitching uncontrollably. It was obvious to them he wasn't liking that way to get her off of any harsher punishment.

Realizing that his answer was a big fat 'no', Jolie offered, "Well there is a probation period..."

He didn't want to get his hopes up, but such emotion did enter his voice. "Probation period?" Ranma asked curiously.

Nodding her head, Officer Jolie explained, "Yes it's more... common in regions with dominatrix fetishes but one form of probation is the girl is let go but every week or twice a month, pending if the Tamer is in the wilderness a lot, go to a police station and submit the pokégirl to community service and he must oversee and perhaps even participate."

Raising an eyebrow, Ranma had to admit, it wasn't much better but it was getting there. "Such as?" He asked curiously.

"You and Asrial sexing up an entire civil department," explained Amanda. "It could be pokégirls at City Hall, the Fire Department, the PokéCenter... the Police Station..."

Considering all that he heard so far, Ranma was a little sorry to admit such sounded like the best option. Still, if it meant keeping Asrial out of serious trouble... "That sounds... reasonable..." he answered slowly, although sounding a bit unsure.

Hearing that reply, Amanda's eyes gleamed. "Really? Yes! YES! Especially since you're an 11!" This might make up for all the times Jolie stiffed her on borrowing that dress!

"...Huh?" Ranma asked seriously. "What's an '11'?"

Raising her head from the screen of her data pad, the police pokégirl stared at him. "WAIT!" Officer Mariah shouted. "HE'S THE 11!? Hold the phone here!" She said seriously as she started to put in data into her pad, typing away furiously.

Watching as the OfficerJenny on the end was typing away at speeds that shouldn't have been humanly possible; Ranma turned his attention back to Officers Jolie and Amanda. "So..." he started to speak again. "Just what is an '11' anyway and what's it got to do with what happens to Asrial?"

Chuckling a bit, the pokégirl who'd been getting to TAME Ranma rather frequently decided she was best to field that question. "Eheh heh... well, you're very good at Taming and well if yesterday told you anything some departments have sex-starved officers..." Jolie explained. "So you and Asrial both submitting to-however long the judge decides probation period is-offering your sexual prowess to all civil service departments you visit on your journey for documentation... they may agree to that."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma had to admit, "Okay, that's cool." With what he learned from Jolene, he understood these girls didn't have specific Tamers yet NEEDED Taming! True, he wasn't so keen on the idea of having sex with EVERY pokégirl in a uniform that needed it that might ask... but it was certainly better than the alternative that would have been available to Asrial. He promised he would protect her and he would, so kami help him!

No, really, kami help him! He had a feeling this was to be a loooong probation period.

It was then that Amanda offered her two credits into the whole scenario. "But there is a downside," she said seriously. "You would have to get a passing probation evaluation from the department head who would submit it to the presiding judge. If you fail they may send Asrial in for a Taming Cycle, regardless of all you did."

"Wait!" Ranma shouted. "What if the department head just wants Asrial or me to get in trouble and sends a crappy grade anyway!?" After meeting Gary Oaks, his two lackeys and that Krankcase jerkoff, he knew there were people in this world that were just assholes for the hell of it. He wasn't going to put in all that work to Tame civil service pokégirls if it meant someone could just decide to be a jealous dick and lie to the appropriate higher-ups.

Amanda smiled at him reassuringly. "Oh, we have ways of preventing that. The reviews are video-logged so the judges can also base their own judgment with the grade. If the judge feels the evaluator was being biased against what the obvious grade should be, he passes you regardless and then the evaluator gets 're-educated'," the OfficerJenny snickered. She had a supervisor who did something like that... biiiiiiig mistake and career costing... not to mention the loss of his dick.

Ah well, not like it was much of a loss. Three inches when fully erect certainly wasn't something to write home about.

Finally, Officer Mariah finished her work on the data pad. "Girls, we do have precedent..." she said seriously.

"Precedent?" Officer Jolie asked curiously. "What kind of precedent?"

Nodding his head, Ranma leaned in. Maybe this was good news! Maybe he wouldn't have to be fucking every pokégirl from here to East Bumfuck!

He really wished Kasumi hadn't started pointing out weird town on the map last night...

"Back in 257 AS, another '11' Ranking Tamer wanted to take on all punishment that his Buttaneer caused as a member of Mao Shin Mao's rebellion," Officer Mariah spoke seriously. "He wanted to protect her from all her crimes; despite not having been a part of the whole revolution. He loved her that much." She took a deep breath and continued. "He made a ruling concerning the area and the time. Many males had died during Mao's Revolution, many of them from the police force and local law enforcement agencies. The civil service pokégirls lost their main source of Taming and the Judge decided that HE should help out."

Blinking her eyes once, twice, Officer Jolie had to ask, "You mean..."

Nodding her head, the OfficerJenny with the data pad replied, "He was put onto 'Community Servicing' for 168 hours... one full week time. He had to act as Tamer for ALL Civil Service pokégirls in the area. Dalmatians in the Fire Department, NurseJoys in the PokéCenter..." she grinned widely. "OfficerJennys at the Police Station..."

Catching on Ranma asked, "Meaning... I could do that stuff... to save Asrial?" If it was restricted to only one area, it would certainly be a lot more bearable than having to go cross-League for such. A short Time Taming pokégirls not his in one sitting was better than over the course of maybe MONTHS at best. He did have his own Harem he needed to protect, not even mentioning he needed to help Asrial find her friends!

Nodding her head, Officer Mariah answered, "The judge might rule that your Salusian be included since her crime is severe but yes. You or both of you CAN take this plea out. You also have to keep in mind," the police pokégirl told him seriously, "that this precedent was set during the time of Mao's Revolution... when punishments for pokégirl crimes were far more severe. And yet it was still ONLY the Tamer that had to give anything to the community."

"But still, it is invoke-able? Right?" Ranma asked again.

"No law says it isn't unusable but in the end..." the OfficerJenny took a deep breath. "It's all left up to the judge," Mariah admitted.

Sighing, Ranma nodded his head in acceptance. "Better than nothing, I guess..." he looked up at the trio of OfficerJennys. "Say, can I see Asrial now?"

"Oh sure," Officer Jolie said. "In fact, I'll bring you to her." She wanted him to have someone he could trust so he could lean on her when he met Gertrude. That OfficerJenny could traumatize a Widow!

His body rocking with each jolt from the Class-D Scootie Jr. Truck Camper, Jeremy's eye twitched in dismay. It would turn out the suspension was shot on the damned vehicle. "I swear to the Thousand Gods, Assrial... I'm going to kill him if we come back alive..." he told his Normal/Poison-type pokégirl in all seriousness. Bad enough they had to catch a boat to get to One Island but... they couldn't just take the port to the south of them, NO! That would be too easy! Douchsiabag Port was closed due to a Limbec Pirate Battle not too far away and was due to be closed until further notice! So that meant they had to go to the nearest sea-port: Port Magentit...

AND THAT WAS A GODS DAMNED TWO-WEEK TRIP! It was crossing through three damned Routes and was noted as the longest trek one could go in the League without seeing civilization!

Yep... he and Assrial were going to be stuck in this shot-to-hell, piece-of-shit lightly-armored vehicle... one that would get to rockin' despite no Taming going on!

However, it was Jeremy's pokégirl that was more outspoken about her annoyance due to this trip. "Gonna kill'im, gonna kill'im, GONNA KILL THAT PROFESSOR!" She ranted as the RV shook her every-which-way as she sat in the front passenger's seat.

"Here, here," the lab assistant said in full agreement as he patted Assrial's shoulder.

Although it didn't help much, her Tamer's touch still managed to mildly ebb some of her anger. Sighing, she gently leaned into his touch. "...This sucks..." she grumbled in annoyance.

Sighing, all Jeremy could do was nod his head in agreement with his Skunkette. "I know. I'm rather tempted to hit a mechanic's shop on the way over..."

Turing her head to look at her master, the Normal/Poison-type pokégirl asked, "Did he give you his Standard League Credit Card to pay for gas and other expenses for this trip?"

Blinking his eyes for a moment, Jeremy replied, "I can't remember. Assrial, check my wallet. If it's not there we're going to call him and tell him to either forward my account some mad cash or we're just going dump this thing in a sewer and it'll be his ass." The lab assistant certainly wouldn't mind whatever happened as long as there was at least twenty miles between him and the danger.

Taking her Tamer's PokéDex, the Skunkette with long blonde hair flipped the lid and held it to her Tamer. "Press here, Master."

Reaching over with his right hand, Jeremy had to balance himself, the rocking of the vehicle making it difficult for him to make proper contact. It took a bit of doing but he finally pressed his thumb to the identity scan.

Nothing happened.

"What?" The goateed brunette asked as he raised an eyebrow. "Assrial, is the power switch flipped on?"

Taking the Dex away, the Skunkette looked it over for the switch's place. "Let me check," the blonde pokégirl replied. She flipped a switch on the side. "Okay, Master! Now press it!"

The male of the Feeble line reached out, making contact once more with his thumb on the identity scan. Still, nothing happened. "Assrial, open my PokéDex. Maybe the battery came loose."

Nodding her head, the Skunkette did as her master told her. Opening the small lid piece of plastic frame, she blinked her bright blue eyes in surprise. "Master Jeremy?"

His eyes still on the road again, the former Tamer asked, "Yes?"

Not sure how she should tell him, the skunk-like pokégirl decided a direct approach would be best. "It's empty."

Jeremy slammed his feet on the breaks, causing the vehicle to skid forward about six feet before coming to an abrupt stop. Putting the Truck Camper into its Parking Brake, he turned to his Alpha Pokégirl. "WHAT!?" He cried out in disbelief.

"Well..." Assrial continued. "Maybe not completely empty." She took out a slip of paper that had been rolled up and stuffed in it. "It looks like someone left you a note."

Taking the paper and opening it, Jeremy twitched as he saw it was Professor Steamhead's stationary and recognized the hand-writing of said person as well. "Dear Jeremy," he read aloud. "I owe you one PokéDex Battery. Signed, Professor Johan Steamhead." He crumpled the note in his hand, the normally calm man twitching. "THOUSAND GODS DAMN IT!" He roared as he slammed a fist on the dashboard. "Assrial break out the map, they have Dex batteries at fuel stations. I got enough SLC in hand cash to buy another battery and then we can check."

"Aye aye," Jeremy's Alpha Pokégirl replied as she opened the dashboard compartment, breaking out the map, (since the GPS on the vehicle was faulty) and checked their marked route. "Okay... if I'm reading this correctly, the closest one should be up the road."

That response made the lab assistant blink his eyes in shock. "...Really?" Jeremy asked, sounding pleasantly surprised. "I thought there wouldn't be any signs of human civilization out here until we got to Port Magentit."

"Apparently there is," the Skunkette replied. She moved the map onto the dashboard so he could look at it and keep his eyes on the road. "See? They have an RV Park listed here; you just have to go into Deliverance Woods."

There was a very long pause of silence between the two before the retired Tamer finally broke it. "...Oh fuck..." Jeremy whispered as he twitched rather violently. "...Deliverance Woods?" He asked, the man's voice filled with dread.

Realizing just WHERE they were, Assrial blinked her eyes as she re-checked the map. "You know, if we go off route here," She pointed to the map as she tried to mark out a travel path. "We can bypass the area entirely. Sure, it adds an hour to the drive but-"

"HOURDETOUROVERSURPRISEBUTTSEXISGOOD!" Jeremy agreed hastily before Assrial could even finish. His hand switched back to Drive before he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, tires screeching before the Class-D Scootie Jr. Truck Camper took off like a scared Chocoboob.

Being thrown into the backrest of the passenger's seat from the sudden force and inertia, the Skunkette tried to warn him, "But we'll still be on the outskirts so be careful!"

His eyes on the land before them, the lab assistant nodded his head. "Outskirts I can deal... I mean... the outskirts can't be as bad, right?" He asked in all seriousness. Sure, this meant they were more likely to be attacked by a Feral pokégirl but he had full confidence in Assrial's battle capabilities. They'd likely come across Bug or Plant-type pokégirls out here and Assrial knew both Flamethrower and Back Burner techniques! As it stood, he was more worried about... those from the Woods.

Nodding her head in understanding, Assrial braced herself and grunted as they turned off the Route proper and into the wooded area to the North but not going directly into the woods. Damn Truck Camper was not up to stuff. "Look at it this way Master," she told him in seriousness. "As long as we're still close to Deliverance Woods, we shouldn't have to worry about Pokégirl Thieves. Now you on the other hand..." she giggled as he twitched.

His eyes on the road, the brunette with a goatee continued to drive. "Not funny," he told his pokégirl in all seriousness, twitching at the mere thought of the kinds of inbred hicks that lived out there and not just from the rocking of the Truck Camper's crappy suspension.

Assrial couldn't help but feel ashamed at getting a small chuckle at her master's expense. "I'm sorry, Master," the pokégirl apologized.

Although he was quiet for a long moment, Jeremy finally told her, "After my pal Phrank went through those woods he was never the same." The man still had night terrors that woke him from a sound sleep.

A sweat-drop rolling down the side of her head, the Skunkette had to tell him, "Well, Master... In all honesty Phrank wasn't... well... 'capable'."

"Maybe so but still... even well-to-do Tamers avoid those woods," Jeremy shuddered as he continued driving. That place was the sort that shouldn't have existed. The only reason it hadn't been nuked off the face of the earth was that they were rather Anti-Pokégirl... and this WAS an Anti-Pokégirl sort of League. "No, instead they like men and the occasional Tomboys to keep their numbers up," he grumbled under his breath, his vision occasionally drifting to the woods not far from them. He shuddered. Poor Phrank had some horror stories. Even the Tomboy in his harem came back with nightmares and a sore... well everything but mostly her ass.

However, any thoughts of Phrank were suddenly in the back of his mind as he was jarred into the present; the front right tire blowing out. "WHAT THE HELL!?" He roared as he fought with the steering wheel, trying to keep the Truck Camper from rolling over. With Assrial reaching over and grabbing the wheel to help him, they both kept the vehicle stable and stopped without incident.

Leaning back into her seat, the Skunkette let off a deep breath. "...Oh, this is not happening..." Assrial grumbled in annoyance.

Raising his head from the steering wheel, Jeremy growled, "If that bastard didn't pack a spare tire-"

"I saw it with the jack," the Normal/Poison-type pokégirl spoke up quickly, hoping to ease her Tamer's worries. "Thankfully he didn't take them," Assrial said, attempting to climb out of her seat. "Let's get it changed ASAP before it gets dar-" she yelped as suddenly there was another blow-out; the front-left tire exploding, followed by both rear tires at the time.

Twitching considerably, Jeremy asked his Skunkette, "Please... PLEASE say we have FOUR spare tires..."

Looking into the back, pokégirl replied, "Uuuh..." she took a minute to further check. "There are three spares... and one midget spare meant for his town-car... it can fit but we'll have some serious bumps along the way."

"AAAAAARRRGGHHH!" Jeremy roared, repeatedly hitting his head on the steering-wheel. Why? Why was this happening to him? WHY!? He paid his taxes, he put up with the Professor's bullshit, he listened to how his mother was just soproud of Ricky, how Ricky went on to be a really great Pokégirl Tamer while he gave up well into his third year and went to become a Researcher's Assistant. Didn't he deserve to catch a break!?

His head coming to rest on the steering-wheel, the lab assistant felt his lot in life was hopeless. Yet before Jeremy could just give up, he felt a pair of arms around him and a pair of lips gently touch his cheek

"It'll be okay, Master," Assrial told him. "I know it sucks Jeremy, I know... it just sucks balls."

Smiling, Jeremy leaned his head against his pokégirl. Although he had real worries at the moment, he couldn't help but comment, "I rather like it when you're sucking mine."

The Skunkette grinned widely. "Later. We better change these tires first but afterwards, I'm all yours... as always," she assured him.

"Awww... ain't dat jess preciooouuusss?" Came a sound of broken, (if not outright beaten and raped) English from outside of the Truck Camper.

"Yeah... foolish sonnuvagun thinks dat pokégirls are where romance is at," came another male voice.

Turning his head, Jeremy's eyes widened. There, coming from the woods were two men, both dressed in overalls, thick trench-coats, boots, Yokel hats, and carrying Double-Barreled Elemental Shotguns. "Oooooh shiiiiiiiit..." he whimpered as the two hicks continued to make their way towards them, both men with big grins on their faces; each missing a number of teeth... possibly the same but it was less prominent on the mouth of the one with the long, grizzled beard.

At the sounds of the voices, Assrial's fur stood up. She stared at the two oncoming forest dwellers as she held tightly onto Jeremy. If these guys gave them trouble she could turn and pull off a quick attack... hopefully they weren't lightning quick-shots.

"Well, well, lookit here Otis..." the one with a beard said as he turned to his brother/cousin/third-cousin-twice-removed. "We gots us a City Slicker..."

Chuckling, Otis showed off more of his teeth... or rather less as it seemed he only had about five in his whole damn head. "He sure has a purty mouth, Beauford."

Eyes going wide, Jeremy practically jumped from his seat and into Assrial's lap... not that she could blame him, mind you. "We just want to fix our camper and be on our way," Jeremy told him, trying not to let any fear creep into his voice.

"Well shucks!" The individual more beard than man replied. "That's jess too bad. We likes compinee."

Nodding his head, Otis licked his lips. "Yeah! Specially when they gots a purty mouth!"

The bearded Beauford grinned and added, "And likely a tight ass."

Otis guffawed as Jeremy's eyes widened in sheer horror. Turning to his relative of some level, he asked, "Hey, we gonna make him squeal like a Giltlectric?"

Nodding his head, the latter, fatter of the two Deliverance Woods residents replied, "I'm sure thinking' we should..."

Her eyes narrowing angrily, the pokégirl's protective instincts kicked into overdrive. Moving her master off of her lap, she told them, "And that's where I say-BACK BURNER!" Jumping up in the front cabin, she swerved around her Tamer, ass aimed at the two male hicks.

"OH NO!" Otis squealed, arms rising protectively. "FEMALE ASS!"

"Quick!" Beauford shouted as he turned around quickly and started running. "We gotta git before we start thinkin' thoughts of straight people!"

Turning about and running after his brother/cousin/whatever, the nearly toothless Deliverance Resident shouted, "I ain't ready fer a real womin!"

Seeing the two run like a couple of unattached pokégirls on Sadie Pokén's Day, Asrial smirked, feeling confident in her superiority. "Oh hohohohoooo!" She laughed as she undid the button and zipper her jean shorts, letting them fall down her legs. Reaching past her tail with her right hand to smack her bare ass, she taunted, "What's a matter, fellas? MY ASS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!?"

Seeing as the Deliverance doofuses were on the run, Jeremy roared the command, "Spray 'em, Assrial!" He was going to make those jerks regret coming after him!

"Oh, I got one for them, all right!" Assrial laughed with devilish glee as she let one rip... quite literally. Her laughter only continued as both men squealed much like their favorite porcine pokégirls as they evaded blasts of fire; both hicks disappearing into the woods and hopefully for good.

Finally, once they disappeared, the Skunkette relaxed. "HA! Score one for me!" Assrial shouted as she bent over and pull her shorts and panties up her legs, fiddling with her clothing to get it back on properly.

Jeremy practically glomped his pokégirl. Hugging her tightly, he kissed her repeatedly all over her face. "Assrialyou'rethebestyou'rethebestyou'rethebest!" Was his unintelligible mantra as he praised the Thousand Gods for giving him Assrial.

Closing her eyes, the Skunkette smiled, basking in her master's praise. "Mmmm... ooh... Jeremy... so thankful..." she cooed happily, kissing back. Holding a lip-lock with her Tamer for a moment, she broke it as she had to tell him, "Of course I'd protect my beloved... but as much as I'd like a Taming in thanks... we better fix the camper before they get reinforcements."

"Actually," yet ANOTHER male voice spoke up. "You won't have to worry about reinforcements. We'll get you out of here before they come back with more of their 'Boy Band' tactics..."

Both Tamer and pokégirl turned their heads. They cursed as they saw men in black and red around the vehicle. "FUCK!" Both cursed in perfect sync.

"Oh yeah, 'fuck'!" A man in a Team Rocket uniform smiled at them. Behind him were several other members and their pokégirls, various sorts but all common-types; Zubutts being most prominent. The Hound next to the Team Rocket Grunt that was up against open driver's door growled. "Now if you two would be so kind... get out. We're stripping this thing of everything worthwhile."

Raising an eyebrow, the blonde Skunkette stared at him. "Everything of worth, huh?" Well, it looked like they'd only be there for two minutes or so then.

Another Team Rocket came up near his leader, aiming an Elemental Pump-Action Shotgun at him. "And if there's enough to cover costs... we won't take it out of your asses."

Chuckling darkly, the lead Grunt told them, "Better do as my colleague says... he's packing some Heavy Water Shells... I doubt she'll be able to make even the tiniest spark of flame once she's soaked." His grin showed numerous teeth. "And that's if the water pressure doesn't break any bones..."

Eyes narrowing in anger, Assrial crossed her arms over her chest. She had dealt with Rockets when she and Jeremy were still on the road of his Taming Journey. "Feh! No matter how much time passes, you guys are all still the same sort pussies who have to leech off of others to make a living."

"Assrial!" Jeremy hissed at his pokégirl. Was she trying to get them killed!?

Turning her head to look at her master, the blonde Skunkette demanded to know, "Why should we bow down!?" She shook her head and snorted in disgust before turning back to the lead Rocket Grunt. "You know what? You can HAVE the fucking thing! Just give us a lift to the nearest gas station with OUR belongings! This camper isn't ours and I really don't give a flying fuck as to WHAT you do with it!"

Chuckling darkly at the pokégirl's antics, the Team Rocket Grunt had to ask, "What makes you believe you can negotiate?"

Looking into his eyes, Assrial gave him a dark smile. "Oh, you can soak me to dampen my attacks but there's something we have." She reached behind her Tamer's seat and produced a PokéBall with a lid that was purple with two pink spots and a white 'M' on the lens.

Recognizing the item his Skunkette held, Jeremy's eyes widened in horror, even more so than when the Deliverance Woods dwellers had been propositioning him. "ASSRIAL!" The man screamed. "DON'T OPEN IT!"

Holding out the PokéBall that contained the abomination to science and all life, the blonde skunk-girl told the gathered Rockets, "My Tamer is rarely ever this freaked. So please understand that whatever this is... it's nasty. Plus, there's another reason we're small fry for you bozos."

Before the leader could ask trumpet music began to play an ancient rally call dubbed 'Revelry'. "The hell was that?" The Team Rocket Grunt asked. Looking around, his attention was soon back on what the Skunkette was holding. He just suddenly snatched it from her, surprising the Skunk-type. "What's in this PokéBall?" The Team Grunt asked as he held the sphere... yet unlike most Balls, taking notice of the 'M' atop the lens. "Looks like a..."

"Master Ball..." Jeremy replied for the Rocket Leader as he started to move behind Assrial. "It's the only thing powerful enough to contain the damned thing within it right now." He shuddered. "By the thousand gods, it's a monster, a true pox upon humanity!"

With the Grunt's attention on her master, Assrial quickly swipe the Master Ball back from him. She had to admit; she must have been getting rusty if a Rocket could take it that quickly from her. "That's right. It's holding something VERY nasty in it! So if you don't want us to let this loose upon you all, we'll just-"

One of the Grunts interrupted her as he shouted, "Hey boss what's with the thousand gods-damned music? Where's it coming from!?" It was getting louder as timed pass.

"Probably the Forest," The leader of the faction of Team Rocket Grunts replied. "You know those Deliverance Hicks and their music..."

Nodding his head, a fellow Grunt replied, "Yeah... but that's usually dueling Banjos! These definitely aren't banjos!"

Getting a really bad feeling crawling down his spine, Jeremy volunteered some information. "If my memory is correct, what's playing is old time battle cry music."

Raising an eyebrow, the Grunt in charge of the small squadron of Rocket members asked, "What do you mean by battle cr-"

"CHAAAAAAAARGE!" The sounds of dozens of Deliverance voices filled the air. The ground shook as several rush from the woods in drove like a stampede. "ASS AHOY!" "PURTY MOUTHS!" "GIVE 'EM NO QUARTER, BOYZ!" "MAKE 'EM SQUEAL LIKE GILTLECTRICS!"

"SON OF A BITCH!" The Rockets, Jeremy and Assrial screamed as they were suddenly swept up in a wave of inbred atrocity.

Nabiki sighed, the pressure on her head that had been building into a migraine, slowly fading away after the tests were collected. God, I need a drink…

Granted, she only imbibed occasionally back in their own world, usually on a few dates or if she had a particularly good week. Nabiki never became drunk to the point of what most people would define as intoxication. Doing so left her vulnerable, open to attack.

Besides, seeing the stupid things her father and Uncle Genma would do under the influence, offered enough of an example—hundreds of examples in truth—about the dangers of over-indulging.

However, she would trade all of that for a hangover tomorrow and a memory-wipe of today.

The test hadn't been that bad. She knew most of the answers and guessed half the others. It probably wouldn't be a perfect score—she'd rather not be known for that, thank you—but it would be good enough to pass. Of course, that meant she'd have to decide on a pokégirl to pick as a starter. The good news was that the image of taking several girls with Ranma either watching or helping did wonders for her headache.

Down girl; don't start on that train of thought quite yet. I'm still a little sore from everything we did yesterday. I'm not quite ready yet for another ride at the moment.

Not that there won't be more, I just need another day to recover. Kami-sama, this world either turned me into a pervert or gave me a reason to be. Then again, it could just be because it is with Ranma. She just hoped she didn't have to pick up a new pokégirl that moment. Even if it was just female-on-female sex—yet another activity she at some point wanted to explore with Ranma when he was ready—she just didn't think her sensitive nether region could handle something like that for a while.

"Nabiki?"

She hissed as she felt a sudden surge from her dying headache, as it seemed to start struggling. Turning slowly towards half the reason she had the migraine—the other half that claimed to owe Ranma several favors had already left with the test sheets—she gave her sister a hooded glare. "Yes?"

"Why are all these boys staring at me?" Akane grumbled, looking at the few males in the room that were eyeing the Tendo sisters as if they were fresh meat.

"We're human females, Akane," Nabiki murmured, keeping her voice down. "At least we are as human as they expect us to be. Remember what I told you about female rights in this world?"

Seeing her sister's nod, she continued. "Add that up, and you get little boys like this, boys who think with only their dicks.

"Last night, we actually had someone attack Ranma is his girl form because they thought she was a pokégirl and wanted to have her to themselves.

"These boys are worse than the Hentai Horde. They won't take no for an answer and think they had already won you over."

"So why haven't they come over here to bother us?" Akane asked weakly, wondering if she was well enough to beat them up.

Nabiki chuckled as she pointed to the broken proctor's desk. "Because she told us all to stay in our seats while she was gone or not only would we fail, she'd break them apart so badly, they'd never be a Tamer—or a man—again."

"Oh…" murmured Akane, looking over at the desk.

"Weren't you paying attention?"

"Well, when she took up the test, I really wasn't feeling too well," Akane finished with embarrassment. "I mean, sure I studied and all. But some of those questions…"

"Like I said, Akane; this isn't Nerima," Nabiki finished, as Tsunade returned with two Nurse Joys, each of which was carrying a box.

The smaller of the two boxes was set on a side table near the entrance. The box was revealed to be holding new PokéDexes as some were set out for display and quick access.

The other was held back, but whatever it contained had to be important in some manner, judging by the smile on the Joy's face. Somehow, Nabiki seriously doubted it could be too good.

Nothing ever could when you had Naruto analogs about.

"Okay then, listen up!" Tsunade yelled capturing the attention of the males in the room once more, as well as the Tendo sisters. "I should congratulate you all in proving me wrong; over half of you actually passed with higher than a fifty percent."

The males minus Naruto all started celebrating, assuming no matter what, they were the fifty percent.

Naruto was already praying, muttering 'Please be me!' repeatedly; obviously doubting his own chances at the moment.

"Just so you little twerps who failed now will know better in the future—not that I expect your brains to retain anything from this exam but how the light reflected off my breasts—is that you automatically get forty five percent if you fill out your name properly."

The girls blinked at that. There had been rumors in their own world that such was the case for some college exams. Nevertheless, it was true here.

Moreover, it counted for nearly half of their exam?! That meant if you could literally spell your name correctly, you were judged ready to be a Tamer.

AND PEOPLE STILL FAILED!

"Mr. Mallory," continued Tsunade, looking at one particular boy.

"Uh, yeah?" he asked, flashing his best smile.

"Spell your last name."

"Okay," he said. "M-A-L-L-O-R-Y."

"And your first."

"X-I-A-N."

Akane blinked. "His first name is 'Xian'?"

He turned, glaring at her. "My name is Christian," he spat.

"That is not how you spell your name," growled Tsunade.

"It is too!" he said. "My daddy said so cause he named me after that pre-Sukebe holiday, Christmas."

Nabiki's head hit the desk … hard. "I can't believe this."

"Actually," said Kasumi with a smile, "the actual holiday is spelled 'C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S' normally. The part 'C-H-R-I-S-T' was replaced with an 'X' so to be politically correct."

"… What?" he asked.

"Your name is properly spelled 'C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N'." With that, Kasumi smiled and turned away from the stunned boy, focusing once more on the front of the classroom as her mind went trying to decide what to name her new Milktit.

"… Man, my daddy's gonna be pissed," Christian said. But whether he was referring to his misspelled name or that he failed the test was left unsaid.

"Even if you had spelled it right, you still didn't pass," sighed Tsunade. "And for future reference, writing down that you would 'so motorboat' me on the test as well as spelling out several different words from breasts will not help you pass."

"… Really? But I thought that was what that comment box at the end was for."

"Man, sis, you weren't kidding," muttered Akane as she stared at the boy. All hormones and no intellect: it was the Hentai Horde Mk. II.

Now with less brain matter!

"Mallory, Hardman, Boone, Rhodes, Walcutt, Sanders, McDonald, Conner, Paddington, and Marsh: you failed, exit to the door in the back of the classroom!" she yelled, daring the males to dispute her demand. "You can pick up your tests at the front desk and may I suggest next time that you actually study and not spend the time doodling and whacking off!"

"YES!" cried Naruto, standing up. "I DIDN'T FAIL! WOO-HOO! I'M A TAMER!"

"Uzumaki, sit down NOW!" she yelled. It was enough to not only make the blond analog fly back into his seat, but also send the failed boys running for the exit.

One even jumped out of the window. "Every damned time," she muttered. But at least this time the window had been open. Little perverts were always grabby when she was forced to help heal their wounds.

"Now then, before we hand out a PokéDex to each of you, we have … a very rare honor today," she said, emotion disappearing from her voice. "We have one person among the rest of you who not only scored above a ninety percent," she spat, "but a perfect score.

"And no, Uzumaki!" she yelled, silencing the boy before he could stand up again, "it wasn't you."

"What?" said blond asked. "You sure?"

"Yes."

"Really sure?"

"I can fail you right now, you know."

"Sorry!" he squeaked.

"Now then, it is my … honor," she said, her tone reflection exactly what she thought of the honor, "to present the first winner of the Indigo League's Pokégirl Instructor's Most Promising Award in the last fifteen years it has existed." In truth, this winner was the only one to have ever won it.

"The winner is," she said, as the excited Nurse Joy handed her the envelop on top of the box she carried, "is … Kasumi … Tendo," she finished, eyes wide in shock.

"Kasumi!" shouted the two younger sisters.

Said girl just kept smiling.

Nabiki released a deep breath. "I guess all that studying really paid off for you, sis."

"Oh yes, it helped a lot," the eldest Tendo admitted. "But what helped just as much was reading the name of the corporation that made the test up."

"How did that help?" asked Akane.

"There were made by the Viridick Test Preparations Center," Kasumi replied. "And since Viridick is greatly known for their anti-pokégirl tendencies, if I was ever confused about the proper answer, I simply chose the answer that sounded like it would be the most demeaning for a pokégirl to have to go through."

Tsunade blinked. While part of her was very glad that whoever did have a perfect on the exam wasn't a monster towards pokégirls, she was worried about how Kasumi had achieved a perfect score.

She had used deductive reasoning based on the knowledge of where the test was prepared. She had used her brains.

Heading towards the window, she looked about. "Doesn't look like hell froze over," she murmured, still in shock.

"I know I failed," said the boy who had jumped out earlier, looking up at her chest from the ground, "so I can I see your tits now?"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" she bellowed, sending said boy crawling away rapidly, a faint trace of the odor of urine in the air.

Naruto gulped, wondering if now was the best time to mention how the Pervy-Sage had mentioned that he was going to get Tsunade to take a 'hand' in some of Naruto's training.

His ramen-obsessed brain cells reminded him such an act would probably hurt at the moment, so he stayed quiet.

"Here you go, Ms. Tendo," said the happy Nurse Joy, handing the girl the large box.

As Kasumi opened it, Nabiki rubbed her forehead as it all made sense to her now.

Pokégirl Instructor's Most Promising.

P.I.M.P.

She groaned lightly as Kasumi pulled out the dark shaded items and put them on before finally removing a wooden cane with an oversized and gaudy gem on the top.

"Oh, this feels so nice," said Kasumi with a smile, smoothing out her jacket before making sure her medallion was hanging properly.

"… Nabiki?"

"Don't say it, Akane. Just … don't."

"Um, excuse me."

Blinking, the Tendo girls turned to the front of the classroom, where a very familiar elf was standing.

"Who are you?" asked Tsunade.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Cassandra; I belong to my master, Ranma Saotome," she said with a soft smile, before turning to face the Tendo girls. "There was an incident with the garage."

Nabiki sighed. "Did that asshole Pete burn it down for the insurance money?" she asked, already hoping the girls had snuck the RV out of there without any trouble.

"No, it was attacked by Team Rocket," said Cassandra. "Alpha Asrial defended the van and property, but she was arrested for Breaking and Entering and several other charges. Master Ranma sent me to inform and retrieve you if the test was finished."

"What?" yelled Nabiki, standing up rapidly.

Tsunade watched the girls go, moving their names to the front of the list hadn't been necessary—she had wanted them to go first and receive their PokéDexes anyway so they wouldn't have to worry about all the males waiting for them outside and hitting on them.

Saotome was in trouble. That alone wasn't anything new; trouble and Ranma seemed to always be linked.

But it was trouble that could interfere with her own plans at the moment. She did owe the Tamer some heavy favors—especially after he helped her out of some gambling debts. Granted, that help had been in his helping her escape and accidentally uncovering someone who had been planning to kill the owner of her debts while at the same time had been embezzling from the man.

Hell, at least that was four million slcs in debt she didn't have to worry about anymore.

And he owed her some debts as well. Needless to say, repairing that after a bad episode with a spider-type was worth many favors.

But she had her plans for cashing in some of her favors.

The good thing was that she could still do it. It simply took a little action on the part of one of the greatest medical practitioners on this planet to find what the presiding judge 'needed' and hope she could fulfill it.

There were just some things she would never do, thank you. She did have some pride, despite what that video showed after she had a few fifths of G-Spot Rum.

Sighing, she stood up and made her way to the door, planning to head to the judicial offices of Pewtit. "Given a town this size, how many possible judges could there be?" she asked no one in particular.

"Forty-seven," answered one of the Nurse Joys. "But most of them are retired and there's a fishing derby a few hours outside of town, so there might not be so many now."

Tsunade blinked. "And how do you know that?"

"Because inevitably they'll all get drunk enough, hop into the water believing they can catch the fish with their bare hands, piss off a poison/water-type in the lake, and be brought back here to be cured … again," sighed the Joy.

Tsunade opened her mouth to respond, but closed it with an audible click. Nope, she absolutely did not want to deal with that. "So do you know which judge Saotome's issue might be brought before?"

"This totally sucks," cried Asrial, sitting in her seat in the courtroom, chains on her hands and feet, her prison jump suit she had expected instead replaced with a neon orange string bikini.

And she knew how bad this could get; Alice had yet to flirt or grope her. That couldn't be a good sign.

"I can't believe this!" growled Akane. "I mean, what did they expect you to do: just roll over and let them do whatever they wanted?"

"Pokégirls aren't exactly seen as 'people', Mistress," said Cyan. "Hell, most of us have more rights as pets than we do in the field. They would have been happy if we'd just been killed."

"The only reason Alpha Asrial isn't being 're-educated' right now is because the only people dead were belonging to Team Rocket," sighed Alice. "Even if Master takes all the blame himself for us being there, our Alpha will still be punished for allowing it."

"Wait," said Akane, "you don't listen to your Master, you get punished, even if the command was illegal. You do listen to him and do something illegal, you still get punished."

"What can I say?" shrugged the Shadowcat. "The system is completely contradictory and half-fucked at the best of times."

"Did you at least get us a lawyer?" asked Asrial, barely holding in her tears after this morning's issues. At least her tongue didn't hurt anymore.

Of course, that didn't make up for the fact her ass was plastered all over the police station now or that she'd been stuck with that bipolar Jenny and her masochistic partner.

"We would be so lucky," snorted Cyan.

Cassandra nodded, hating the fact that instead of riding high on endorphins, she was stuck dealing with yet another example of why politicians needed an IQ Test before being allowed to work. "There is hardly a lawyer that will take a case defending a pokégirl, especially if they don't get to fuck her after the case, win or lose."

"Well that isn't nice," said Kasumi. "Am I going to have to choke a bitch?"

The others slowly turned, looking at the eldest Tendo. "Um … Kasumi?" asked Ranma.

"Yes, Ranma-kun?"

"Did you just threaten to choke someone?"

"Oh, yes," said Kasumi, smiling. "It was one of the phrases in the book I receive for my perfect score, which informed me of what phrases I was allowed to legally and encouraged to say."

Ranma slowly took the offered book, opening it up to a random page. "The proper technique to using the dreaded pimp-slap maneuver is to strike with the back of the hand, thus reducing force upon the knuckles and fingers," he said.

Nabiki began to rub her temples again. Screw it, she was getting sex tonight. She needed the endorphins, damn it! Screw how much her private areas hurt at the moment, she needed the fix, damn it!

Ranma handed the book back to Kasumi before pulling Asrial into a hug. "It'll be okay, Asrial. We won't let them do anything to you, even if we gotta run."

"*sniff* Really?" she asked, looking at him with tears in her eyes. Damn it, with everything that had happened to her in this world, the boy—no, man—before her was the one ray of light and hope that kept her going, kept her grounded and sane.

Ranma nodded quickly.

"Ignoring the issues that would raise," sighed Nabiki, hating to burst Asrial's bubble, "we shouldn't plan any jail breaks with a cop in the same room."

Blinking, Ranma and Asrial turned, spotting an Officer Jenny at the other end of the courtroom waving at them.

"If you do it, take me with you, oh Taming God!" she exclaimed.

Akane just stared. Part of her wanted to smack Ranma for what had to be an obvious act of perversion.

Part of her wondered why others knew how good Ranma was at taming. Probably that loudmouth Jenny he had to 'help'… For the moment, her mind refused to believe that Ranma himself would brag about it.

Of course, that part could also be thinking that since he never bragged about fucking Shampoo or Ukyo, maybe he wouldn't do that here as well.

A part of her was scared, wondering what they might do to her, given what they were doing to Asrial. After all, she had repaired their own property and stopped a group of terrorists. Man, I really better not smack Ranma for this until we're farfrom these insane people!

And a finally small part of her was wondering what Ranma had done to earn such a following. But since she'd never admit that part, she just bowed her head and blushed.

"Well, there goes that plan," mumbled Cyan.

"I don't care what happens," growled Ranma, chi coalescing around his free hand as to others, his pupils slowly shrank into slits like a cat's eye, "I don't care if they take everything out on me, I ain't letting them do no more to ya," he said with utmost confidence and certainty.

Asrial held him tighter, knowing what that meant. She knew what they'd likely do to her—or try to do, since she couldn't be put into a pokéball unless it was illegally modified and thus would blow their whole cover story. But she knew how much these people desired human girls to pokégirls, the best example would be what had happened to Master Ranma the last evening while he—then she—was returning with Nabiki. Who knew what these people would do to Ranma.

Hell, who knew what they would do to a human woman who broke the law.

And Ranma was willing to undergo that, just to save her, even if he had to suffer as a girl in her place.

"Can't we at least get Jolie to help us?" asked Nabiki, fighting to not lick her lips as the Jenny's name brought back the memories of her taste. "She's got to know the ins and outs of the laws better than anyone?"

"She's got some duty the other Jennys aren't allowed to discuss," sighed Cyan. Really, what could be more important than helping them out?

"Damn it, Gertrude!" yelled Jolie, tackling the other Jenny, "take your damn pills!"

"Nein!" cried the bipolar pokégirl, as she tried to crawl away. "Harold! Stop swinging their like a potted planet and assist me!"

"I'm trying, Mistress!" yelled the masochistic male, as he tried lamely to free himself from his hanging bondage. But given that he hated to be freed, his efforts would always be in vain.

"Damn it!" yelled Jolie. "Forget the oral pills! Give me the anal ones! I'm tired of dealing with this bitch!

"And make a note she is to never get near the males ever again!"

"Well," said Kasumi, "technically we could make a case that since Pete owed us a sum of money greater than his current possessions, as well as the fact that the male police officers failed to secure the area and our stuff, we could go with the logic we wished to secure our belongings as well as any possible collateral Pete could have taken from him to reimburse us."

The others stared at her, blinking.

"Well … that could work," said Cyan. "Incompetence of the local police is a reason a lot of the Rocket grunts and wannabes get off. Why not use it for us?"

"Because the law is always harder on the good guys, namely us," sighed Alice. "Besides, that won't take care of the issues with the Tech."

"Oh, but I spoke to a nice man in the council before we entered here," said Kasumi. "He seemed most happy to assist us."

Needless to say, Kasumi had no idea that said man had also gained a copy of her DVD experience with Ranma, Asrial, and Kiiro.

"So … anything you two know of that can ensure we both get community service?" asked Ranma. Of the punishments the Jennys had listed to him, that seemed like the least likely to cause Asrial any harm.

And lesbian sex couldn't be too bad, right?

Okay, he had no idea if any pokégirl might take advantage of his girl side, but it couldn't be too bad. At least he wouldn't have to worry about 'Little Ranma-kun' falling off.

"What do you know that could help you?" asked Alice.

"Well," he said, before explain the precedent that the Officer Jenny named Mariah had explained to him.

Akane once again fought down the urge to wallop Ranma with something heavy. He was working on ways to save the alien girl's life, not get laid—despite what that paranoid voice in her head demanded. She had promised Nabiki, after all.

And unlike Kasumi, if you broke a promise to Nabiki, she would make certainyou paid for it.

"So do we even know who is the judge for our case?" asked the youngest Tendo.

"Not familiar with him, but you won't like the name," offered Alice.

"Why?" asked Asrial.

"Because I heard one of the G-Poindexters out front who clerk here. They said he was called 'the hanging judge'," she finished, eyes narrowed.

"… So, Master; how are we escaping again?" the Salusian of Imperial Birth asked, turning to face the lone male of the group.

Judge William "Willy" B. Danglin, A.K.A The Hanging Judge, sat in his chambers, reading over the briefs his clerk, Janice, had handed him.

Unlike an actual trial or even a jury trial, all he was required to do was give judgment over the group brought before him. He would read the police report, read over the suggested course of action offered by the officers in charge of the investigation, the prosecutor's brief, and then a tentative defense offering. If he wanted to, he could go into the courtroom and as long as his actions fell within the legally allowed paths before him, he could ignore part or all of it, refuse to allow the defendants to even offer more explanations, and rule.

Needless to say, one did not become known as a Hanging Judge by giving minimum sentences.

"Seems simple enough," he murmured, flipping throw several sheets of paper. "Skunk girl did a lot of illegal shit. Male police officers failed in their duties…" He liked when the last occurred. Sure, he enjoyed the looks on the faces of the defendants when he came down upon them like a Snorlass at an All-You-Can-Eat Buffet, but it was nothing compared to the fear and destruction he could bring down on officers of the Law who failed to do their duties—and despite what many thought, it most certainly was not to please Officer Jenny bootie.

Looking over his computer, he brought up his Law Enforcement File, looking for the listed names of the officers who were supposed to have secured the site. There was nothing quite like putting the fear in a first-time moron.

"Smith… Smith… Ah, sixth time dereliction of duty… Ass is really lucky I can't order him Balled for this," he spat.

"Radar… Second time? Guess he didn't learn his lesson last year's parade incident."

"Jefferies… Ah-ha, a first timer…" Smiling, he looked over his 'allowed' venues to deal with such officers.

"What about that one crazy bitch…?" he murmured. Yes; recommending the trio be sent out for Buggy Woods patrol with only the crazy Jenny as backup would be a nice version of hell to unleash upon them. Normally, he wouldn't be able to, but then, they could be charged as unindicted conspirators. And that version of Community Service was always a nice legal loophole to dealing with those of the Law who failed in their duties.

"Now what to do about the skunk slut and her dumbass Tamer…"

"I was hoping we could work out that issue."

Blinking, he looked up; spotting a largely stacked blonde he knew for certain was not there before. "How the fuck did you get into my Chambers?" he asked with a glare, partially wondering how his security had been breached. As a judge, he supposingly had the best security around to keep vengeful defendants from assaulting him

Tsunade used her thumb, pointing to an open window.

"Okay then, do you know the penalty for trying to bribe an official of the Court?" he asked with a growl. Damn it, the security screen was supposed to have been installed last week.

Then again, it looks like the bastards forgot to fix the AC as well…

"Does the official want the greatest medical expert in nearly all the Leagues to assist him with his … sensitive issue?" she replied, continuing to look relaxed as she leaned against the door.

His eyes narrowed even more. "Lady, you're hankerin' for being Balled."

"Despite what you'd like to believe, there are those that know the truth about why you have the nickname you have?" she asked, eyes open and glaring at him. "And if you don't wish that to continue, I suggest you drop the bravado and discuss this like rational people."

His eyes showed that he clearly didn't believe her.

"Your clerk talks a lot about the lack of anything other than oral," Tsunade finished.

The man winced slightly. "Gerry never could keep her damned mouth shut."

"Well, unlike the likely single Nurse Joy you actually went to get help for the injury, I can undo the damage that wild Jokette did to your … equipment," Tsunade continued.

"And what do you expect in return?" he asked. "Them let go, scot free?" he asked, motioning to the papers on his desk. It had to be related to that case—it was the only one he had.

Tsunade shook her head. "Do that and it'll just cause trouble down the line; especially if they run into some of your contemporaries that aren't quite above the influence as you are. Besides, do that and some moron they upset later on is bound to dig it up and then you both will have trouble." Walking closer, she looked at the sheets containing the 'recommended' punishment offered by the police. Making a show of looking at the list, she nodded, before placing the sheet back down on the desk, facing the Judge. "Go for suggestions three and eight."

The man read the sheet slowly. The punishments seemed … well, below his usual style. "Anything else?"

"I would like to be the one assigned to ensure he fulfills his obligations."

"I see," he murmured. It was apparent to him that for some reason, the older woman wanted to help the Tamer. There could be any number of reasons; ranging from the perverted to the altruistic. However he doubted she would come out and admit them, even if asked. "And in return, you will correct my … issue I am rumored to have?"

Tsunade nodded, before reaching into her cleavage and withdrawing a small cylinder. "Act now and I'll even add a drop of this stuff."

"And that is?" he asked, positioning his legs to push him from his desk rapidly if it turned out to be a threat.

"A special formula I've been working on. Add a drop of this to say … a gallon of water remaining in your water cooler over there, and every sip would have the same effect as Viagra … without the whole heart issue," she waved off.

It was one of her better developments. The serum was to sexual hormones what Neotame was to sugar—not artificial copies, but in effect, where Neotame was 8000 times sweeter than sugar.

But the formula—that her assistant Shizune had jokingly labeled 'The Good Stuff'—was even more extreme. One drop could turn a five-gallon bottle of water into liquid Viagra. Add to that the energy boosting properties and high-concentrate multivitamin formula added to it, and you would be likely to have sex for days and only worry about dehydration.

This was also why Tsunade had not released it onto the market. Most of the males on this planet could barely pull a functioning society together as it was. If both they and the women—yes, she spent an extra two years on the formula to make its effects gender neutral—were addicted to the stuff, then society would just fall into one giant orgy. No way even then would they follow the directions. Too much could lower inhibitions, limits, and even cognitive reasoning.

One test mouse had actually mated with a female mouse until she was dead … and until his little mousy heart gave out from dehydration and muscle breakdown three days later.

No, this formula would never leave her mind. But what she did have was good for some things. "Trust me on this," she continued. "You've been out of action for a while. As such, even if you want to show the world you still have it, mental issues will creep in and affect your performance."

"And that … drug gets around it?" he asked.

She could only give a feral smile. "This formula will make your body override your subconscious on all fronts related to whether your pecker is flying high or at half-staff. And since the only source you'll ever get, even if you turn me down, is in that water bottle at the moment, I don't have to worry about you developing a habit.

"But a bit of advice, until that water is gone, don't let a pokégirl with a high libido drink this. They will fuck you to death.

"Now, do we have a deal?"

"And they couldn't have got us a better judge?" sighed Ranma.

"Well, there are plenty that retired here," said Kiiro, knowing many by heart because they were the ones Pete never tried to cheat. "But I think this is their yearly fishing trip."

"Of all the pokégirls you could have hooked... you had to land a Titacruel?" Judge John 'Hannibal' Smith said to his long-time compatriot whose normally dark-skin was taking on a purple sheen. "Those things have Poison as a sub-type, you know." He sighed as he looked at his cigar, the rolled tobacco soaked from when he and the others had rushed in to pull their compatriot out. What a waste... it had been fine Tropic League Gold!

The large man shivered, shuddered and stuttered. "I d-d-d-did what had t-t-t-to be done, Hannibal!" The large man shuddered. "Did you see her fat ass? I could'a won the weight bracket! Then I could've gotten all'a prize money for the children at the Youth Center! Still, once I realized she weren't taking, I did throw her hell'a far, right?"

"Yes, T.A, you through her 'hell'a far' all right," Judge Templeton 'Faceman' Peck replied. "You threw her right into the Judge's Table for the Fishing Contest. It looks like we won't be winning this year." While such normally sucked, he wasvery thankful that their turn on rotation for judging the annual competition had been last year. Still, that was some pretty bad luck for Decker. He'd have to remember to send his fellow Judge a get-well card.

Taking a tight grip on the barbed stinger that was still stuck in his friend's chest, the judge with wild hair put a foot on the larger man's stomach for better purchase. "You know, Taracus, you really have a bad habit with getting yourself injured as you do. I mean, what man in their right man wrestles one-on-one with Feral pokégirls?"

The larger man of African descent snorted. "Shut-it, Murdock! I pity the foo' what think they should depend on pokégirls to handle other pokégirls." His eyes then widened in shock before he roared out in pain as his mind finally registered the sensation of his compatriot tearing the Titacruel stinger out of his chest. "Oh mama of mine! You be warning T.A. next time you do that!" He shook his head to try and get the stars out of his vision.

Tacking another cigar out of his jacket, the eldest man of the quartet let out a breath of relief as to find that the water had not gone through his clothing; his extra-large cancer stick was just fine. He was just reaching for his lighter when he caught sight of a white helicopter with a large Pokéball logo on the side came into view. "Ah, T.A., you ride's here. Just in time too."

Turning his head as best he could, Judge T.A. "Mr. T&A" Taracus gawked as he saw the hospital helicopter. "No! Ain't no way. Ain't no way, ain't no how. T.A. ain't goin' on no helicopter ride. Forget about it right here and now! T.A. ain't nobody's foo'!"

Sighing, Judge Peck knew what to do. He'd been through this song and dance before. Waking over to the group's cooler, he took out a sports bottle with a picture of T.A. himself on it. "Never mind that, T.A. Have a nice, cool sip of Milktit milk."

The large man with heavy gold chains around his neck nodded his head. "Mmm, yeah... Milktit milk is good. Builds strong bones and good for the teeth. Good for the children in the Youth Centers and—HELL NO!" He suddenly roared, breaking off his usual soliloquy concerning the dairy product. "You ain't makin' a foo' outta T.A. this time! T.A. know you be druggin' his milk!"

"Really? And it only took you twenty-six years to figure that one out?" Murdock asked sarcastically. Look, just drink your damned milk so we can get you up into the air... or else I may have to try something... different." He was idly tapping a Pokéball he had on his belt.

The large man was stubborn. "Ain't no way! You can take T.A. down! T.A. may be poisoned but T.A. Handle himself well and..." he trailed off as he looked at the tiny yellow rodent that had been released. "What be that cute little thing?"

Grinning much like the madman he was often associated with, Murdock gave his project the simple command, "Pickahu! Thunder!"

"Oh come now," T.A. snorted. "This cute little thing's supposed to-"

"CHUUUUUUUU!"

*CRACKA-BOOM*!

With steam rising from his body, the large man sat in his spot twitching, his three compatriots a considerable distance away from him. His Mohawk turned to centers and his gold jewelry smoldering, all he could say concerning the situation was, "Ouch." He then fell onto his back from his sitting position.

Looking down at his fallen friend for a moment, the Judge Hannibal shook his head for a moment. "… Murdock?"

"Yeah?"

"What is a Pikachu?" asked the elderly man, lighting up a cigar as Faceman loaded the unconscious and slightly smoldering body of their fellow judge into the medical aircraft.

In response, the 'Howling Mad' judge picked up the small yellow … rat he had used. "I'm making me a new video game, based on small creatures like this. They're like pokégirls but without the need for sex or looking human. I call them … Pokémon!"

"O … kay."

"And soon, the game will be out, and players will have to travel like Tamers, getting badges, defeating enemies, to become the best!"

"And you think people will buy this?"

"Sure, Billy agrees with me!"

Hannibal sighed. Perhaps it was time for his friend to seek some professional help.

"All rise!" yelled out the Officer Jenny in the front of the courtroom. "The honorable Judge William B. Danglin presiding!"

The defendants felt hope dwindle some more as the man entered, quickly buttoning his robes. Any guy who came out smiling like that and had the nickname 'The Hanging Judge' couldn't have been a good omen for their chances.

"Okay then," said the judge, banging his gavel. "Let's get started.

"I've read the files and briefs on the matter. I find fault on all parties involved, not just the ones before me. I find fault in the police officers who failed to secure the scene, let alone search it or even place some guards. I find fault on the pokégirl … Asrial," he said, looking over the paper to check the name, "for breaking into the garage, even if it was to repair her Master's RV. I find some fault with her as well for using the tech she found—tech that should have been located within the first search of that garage.

"I also find more fault with the police for not even conducting a search. Team Rocket would have been uncovered sooner had those officers and their departments done their job right the first time. Hell, if there had been a first time, we wouldn't be here.

"I also cannot ignore the service Pokégirl Asrial did in taking out those members of Team Rocket and their pokégirls. While I'm sure certain law agencies with competent agents would rather have live men as dead men tell no tales, I'm certain some of the information they had on them will be useful in some manner or another.

"I have also taken not of Tamer Ranma Saotome's desire to take the punishment on himself instead of letting his Alpha receive any sentence."

At the defense table, Ranma's hand caught Asrial's, squeezing it lightly, but neither looked away from the judge. People with dangerous nicknames tended to do dangerous things when they noticed people weren't paying attention, and neither one wanted to anger this man further.

"Nor can I ignore a recent letter delivered to me by the Pewtit Council, co-signed by the Indigo League Council president, backdating their authorization for you to have the tech found."

The group blinked. The one offense that would have spelled doom to them … was no more?

Nabiki's eyes narrowed. Nice luck, but why would those people do that for us? Did the Ranma of this world have some serious pull?

None of them—not even the Judge—knew that it was Tsunade who had achieved that release in under an hour. She did after all know most of their secrets as well as what they owed her. In the end, it was something that put the little favor-war she had going with Ranma decisively into her favor.

Well, that and those people were not about to refuse a favor for not only a kid whose pokégirls took out some Rocket Grunts—and would thus face any possible payback from said organization instead of them—but the son of the famous Watcher, Nodoka Sexum.

Of course, the videos on BoobTube probably helped a little.

Nabiki had quite the following … at least until Kasumi's DVD made it on the air.

"So now we come to the sentencing for your other crimes," he said, still smiling.

The others simply gulped … all of them. That smile was just extra creepy, especially given his nickname.

"Feel free to appeal, but I find the main defendant, Alpha Asrial guilty of the remaining charges. But as her Tamer requested leniency for her, given her record and her … commendation from the Town Council for fighting and defeating the terrorists," he said once again, checking the sheet to confirm it, "I will show mercy on her and her Tamer."

A ray of sunlight, signifying a ray of hope, lanced through the window, illuminating the group. Asrial if asked would have sworn she heard a heavenly choir singing in the background.

"Tamer Saotome, you are hereby sentenced to now less than forty-five and no more than fifty hours of Community Service to the city of Pewtit."

The Tamer blinked. So … he'd have to pick up some trash and such, maybe plant a tree? That wasn't so bad.

"YES!" shouted the Officer Jenny, as she began to dance with joy.

The judge ticked for a bit, trying to ignore the dancing and celebrating police pokégirl—as well as the great cheer that seemed to sound off from the outside. "Of course, I cannot just let the Alpha off with no punishment either. So I have chosen a punishment suggested by the Officer Jenny working the case."

Asrial gulped, hoping to whatever Gods actually existed that it wasn't that leather-clad psycho.

"Pokégirl Asrial, you are hereby sentenced to a time no more than twenty four hours in the stockade outside of Pewtit Police Headquarters. You will be stripped of all clothing and be a photo opportunity for that time, each photo costing 1000 slc, which will be deposited to a general account used to support the Officer Jenny pokégirls."

That fear turned into a twitch of its own.

"As a concession for your safety, I will allow your Tamer to post your fellow pokégirls and any associates he trust to guard you and ensure no other takes liberties with you he does not allow. You may be released early if you complete one condition. The funds from this photo shoot will go to build a dorm for the Officer Jennys. Apparently there have been some recent complaints about their current accommodations."

The Jenny in the courtroom snorted. She would say there were some problems, namely the fact they had no privacy. It would be a pain to get Tamed by someone with some skill, only to have the moment ruined by the other horny bitches watching you, threatening to drag him away. If there was one thing the incident with Jolie proved, it was that you could do a lot more if you had a private room.

"If they reach their goal, you can be released early," finished the Judge.

Asrial's head hit the table. Now not only would she have more perverts taking pictures of her naked ass, now they would be paying for it! Oh sure, she could get out of it, but that would require charging more for … something else.

No way was she doing that!

"Now if that is all," Judge Danglin said, "I will inform you, Tamer Saotome, that your proctor will meet with you later tonight at the Pokécenter to discuss the arrangements and schedules for your Community Service, as well as when your Alpha will be on display.

"Court is adjourned," he finished, banging his gavel. Standing up, he pointed at the court reporter. "Now Genny, get that sexy ass into my chambers, drop those panties, and prepare to be fucked like my first day on the bench!"

"I honestly could have gone my whole life without ever seeing that," mumbled Nabiki, as the group exited the courthouse. Apparently, the pokégirl didn't want to go into the Judge's chambers.

They did it right there … on the judge's booth … in front of everyone.

"Nothing is sacred here," murmured Akane, as Kasumi wheeled her out.

"But it was nice of him to give Ranma and Asrial very light sentences," commented the eldest Tendo.

"Light?" growled Asrial. "I have to show my bare ass to the world for a photo-op to pay for the police pokégirls to have some privacy to fuck!"

"Well, that is better than being put through a Level-5 Taming cycle, Alpha Asrial," said Cyan. "Or being put down."

Asrial opened her mouth to respond, but stopped quickly, her hands latching onto two very familiar dark-furred paws that had quickly slipped under her prison top and bottoms, nearly breaking them off.

"Besides, why not share this perfection with the world, Alpha?" said Alice in a sultry manner, her fingers close enough to stimulate Asrial's nipples and nether region.

Akane gaped at such a display, before turning to find Ranma. "Ranma!"

"What?" he asked, pausing in the street the group had been preparing to cross.

"Can't you stop her?" yelled Akane.

Ranma just shrugged. "Why doesn't Asrial?" He found it was always better not to interfere in such things. Besides, why did he always have to defend the girl against perverts. Couldn't the girl do it herself? Akane always bitched enough about the fact she could and he knew Asrial could handle herself in a fight? Surely a grabby Shadowcat wasn't too much for her.

Plus he had little experience dealing with female perverts. Oh sure, Shampoo jumped him at times in either form, molding herself to him and such. But she never stuck her hands down his underwear before, or groped a breast when he was in girl form.

No, it was infinitely much safer to let Asrial handle this herself. She was in charge after all.

"But… But," stuttered Akane.

"Now Akane, they're just playing," admonished Kasumi.

"That's sexual harassment!" the youngest Tendo replied.

"Only if she doesn't enjoy it."

Akane just gaped at her older sister. Kasumi hadn't changed that much … right?

Asrial sighed as she tried to withdraw Alice's paws without breaking the flimsy prison bikini they had put her in. While part of her was horrified Alice was doing this to her in public, part of her was happy because it meant the danger had passed. "A-Alice, stop it!" she squeaked.

"Why, Alpha Asrial?" said pokégirl purred into the Salusian's ear.

Asrial opened her to try and offer a reason, but the Shadowcat was proving how well she knew to push the Salusian of Imperial Birth's buttons, resulting in only a low moan.

"How about the fact that you're giving everyone a free show for what we need them to pay for tomorrow?" asked Nabiki, standing in front of the duo and leveling a harsh glaze at Alice.

Pouting, Alice slowly pulled out her hands, but smiled as she looked into Asrial's eyes, licking the paw that had until moment ago been fingering the Salusian. "Well, think of it as advertising."

"Hmm," said Cyan, looking thoughtful. "I do believe I have an idea on how we might be able to get Alpha Asrial released early."

"How?" gasped Asrial, looking on with hope.

Cyan waved her off. "Give me some time. I have to make sure I can get what we need first. Otherwise it would just be false hope."

Ranma, like Asrial, had prepared to open his mouth to inquire further, when his train of thought was interrupted by the harsh sensation of being struck by an RV as it braked.

The others—including the random bystanders who had been caught watching Asrial get fingered—looked on in shock as Ranma was shoved to the side a few meters before landing on his back.

"Saotome?" called out Nabiki, she like the rest of the Tendo girls were not worried in the slightest he had actually been hurt. In all likelihood, he was either stunned from the suddenness of the assault or trying to pretend to be out cold to avoid any confrontation that might result in him taking a mallet to the chest.

"… Yeah?" he asked.

"You okay?" It didn't mean she wasn't worried.

He slowly sat up. "More like pissed," he muttered. "Now I gotta change my clothes again."

"Damn it, Misty! Quit hitting me! I need to check on that guy!"

Looking towards the RV—that now sported a dent in the front—a young male very familiar to the Tendo sisters got out of the driver's side, trying to force away a pair of arms that kept trying to strike him.

"You should have been paying attention to the road, you idiot!" said person belonging to said arms yelled, as she followed the familiar boy.

"Nabiki, I could swear those two are—"

"Probably are, Akane," sighed Nabiki. "Just … just let it go." Kami-sama, it's too early to become an alcoholic. She was in no mood to deal with more analogs, let alone these particular ones. Right now, she decided, would be the perfect moment to start praying those two would see Ranma was alright, get back into their RV, and leave to never be seen again by the otherworld group.

"I was trying!" yelled Ash. "But some flat-chested Tomboy decided it would be the perfect time to keep slapping me!"

"… What did you say?" growled Misty, glowing red in anger at the insult to her bust. "I'll have you know I'm of average development for my age bracket!"

"Excuse me."

Quickly, the two turned, rage on their faces, ready to bite into whoever was interrupting yet another one of their fights.

That rage turned to shock however at seeing the man they had hit moments before standing before them.

"If you two are done," groused Ranma, still upset that he had to now take another bath and change clothes from being hit into the road, "I think I better hear 'Sorry!' from the both of you."

Ash just gulped and paled. While it could be excused that he didn't notice the man in front of him was his brother—Nodoka had never shown him the picture in the article due to him being heavily drugged the last twenty four hours—he did notice that somehow who could take a hit from his mother's armored RV would likely be someone that could rip him apart in seconds. I always knew that Tomboy would get me killed.

I just had hoped I would get to Tame my girls first.

Depending on whether he didn't wish for embarrassment or what he feared would be a painful death from the Tamer before him, Ash was saved by someone grabbing hi and shoving his face into an all-too familiar and barely covered breast.

His eyes were likewise uncertain why the scary Tamer he had hit was in a similar position on his mother's other breast.

"WAH!" cried the familiar yell of Nodoka Sexum. "I have my two babies back! My son came back to his Mommy!"

"Is that … Auntie?" asked Akane, looking at the woman wearing a very loose kimono who was currently trying to suffocate the two males in her bosom.

"Did she say … babies?" asked Nabiki, feeling very ill for some reason.

"Oh, Ranma always wanted a sibling," smiled Kasumi, enjoying the family reunion.

"Oh, Ranma always wanted a sibling," smiled Kasumi, enjoying the family reunion. She idly wondered if the fact that the pigtailed martial artist now had a brother would mean she could get a double-penetrated sooner than she had anticipated. After that dream she had, she was raring to try such out...

Although she had to wonder... why her sister was twitching? It was as if she knew something about the young gentleman that crashed a large, armored RV into her favorite cock that she didn't.

"At last!" Nodoka cooed happily, giggling in delight as she had Ranma-kun to her right tit and her Ashy-poo to her left. "I'm finally reunited with everyone important to me!"

Pushing his hands against his mother's body, Ash managed to pull his face away enough to get a much-needed breath of air. "But mom," he piped up. "What about dad?"

"Yep..." Nodoka sighed happily, keeping Ranma to her breast and pulling Ash back to her other one, both boys flailing their arms. "Everyone important..."

Twitching as she stared at the sight, Nabiki brought her right hand to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and avert an oncoming migraine. She soneeded a drink right now. "Well, it looks like we've met this world's analogue of Ranma's mother..."

The Salusian of Imperial Birth just stared as the woman's hands moved down to both her sons' asses, molesting the poor boys as she held them tightly too her. "...Yeesh... I guess she's a real pervert here, huh?" She whispered over to the middle Tendo sister.

Lowering her hand, the girl with a pageboy haircut sighed, the sound filled with despair. "In all honesty, probably not by much..."

Squirming for freedom, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts broke free from the woman's hold a bit. "Ack! Puh-please! A little air... Mom?" Ranma asked, both in that he wanted to be let go and that he wanted to verify that this was his mother's analogue of this world.

That and that it was damn freaky being THIS close to his Mother's tit! And the groping didn't help either!

Letting go of her little Ash, Nodoka's hand moved up to underneath Ranma's left armpit while the hand she had on her elder son's ass moved up to underneath his right one. Giggling excitedly, she lifted him up into the air a bit, twirling him around as she spun in place. "It's you! I can't believe it, but it's you Ranma-honey! Oh, I never thought I'd see you again!" She shrieked as she suddenly held her son tightly to her, his face pressed into her cleavage.

Yelping in surprise, the pigtailed youth could barely comprehend how happy-go-lucky this version of his mother was... or that she was strong enough to lift him! "Whoa! Whoooa! Muh-mom put me down! Whoooooooa! Lemme down, I'm getting' dizzy!"

Staring as the woman continued to spin her master friend around, the blonde skunk-girl had trouble accepting what was happening before her. "...I think he's freaking out..." Asrial said slowly, trying to get the older woman's attention and failing miserably.

"No shit," Nabiki deadpanned. Yep, she definitely needed some Wild Titty Whiskey.

Smiling at the delightful exchange between mother and son, Cyan placed her hand on Nabiki's shoulder. "I think it's sweet. Look how happy they are."

Her left eye twitching, the middle Tendo sibling grumbled, "No, but I will admit that one is anyway..."

Watching as his mother giggled happily as she continued to spin his brother around, Ash pushed himself back to his feet. Bringing his hands to his front, the young Ash Sexum wiped of the front of his shirt. "Better him than me," he mumbled.

The Tomboy smirked in a rather devious manner. "Oh, I don't know..." she said in an almost decisively scathing manner. "You seemed to enjoy it."

A shudder going up his spine, the young Sexum turned about on his pokégirl. "Cut it out, Misty!" He snapped at her. The Thousand Gods knew how traumatized he was from his years growing up with that woman as his only parent. It was not something he took lightly.

His eyes spinning in little swirls, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer groaned. He really was getting out of shape if something like this was affecting him but he would allow perhaps it was all the stress of the day helping such unease along. "Mom..." he groaned. "Please, can you just let me go? It's hard enough to breath like this..." Ranma rasped out as.

"What?" Nodoka blinked her eyes as she realized how she was holding him to her. "Oh! Forgive me, my manly son. I'm just SO happy to see you again..." she said as she let him back down onto his feet, the boy's legs wobbly for a moment. "It's quite lucky that your brother found you, isn't it?"

That was enough to help snap through most of the youth's dizzy spell. "My brother?" Ranma asked, looking up at her with a dumbfounded expression across his face. While he was annoyed to have been hit by a large RV... the fact that he had a brother here did stand out in his mind.

Smiling, Nodoka just waved over to the other youth standing by the redheaded Tomboy.

Looking over at the somewhat gangly youth, Ranma could see there was potential in him... his frame at least. The little loudmouth was arguing with the flat-chested girl... so he guessed perhaps there was some family resemblance. Getting stuck with argumentative girls must've been genetic. Although he had to wonder, why was Nabiki twitching as she stared at the guy that was obviously his brother?

Then again he could be some book or TV reference or some sort of other character that she knew of... only the kami knew how much Anime she watched and manga that she'd read, so while his appearance rang no bells with him, he had a feeling it did with her.

Slowly, the pigtailed martial artist straightened out his outfit, dusting himself off as he addressed his still smiling mother. "So ah I got a brother huh? …Boy, time flies I... guess..." he trailed off as he stared at his mother. Holy crap, that kimono she was wearing had a LOW cut! He didn't think his mother had that much cleavage!

Nodoka nodded her head in agreement with her son. "Yes. Ash was born when you were still too young to remember and..." she frowned. "Your father didn't feel he was worthy of the name Saotome and left us, taking you with him. That asshole."

Akane blinked her eyes. While she'd been shocked by the interaction between mother and son... what stood out in her mind the most was, "You actually HATE Genma?"

Nodding her head firmly, Nodoka grumbled, "You got that right." Sighing, she leaned forward and hugged her son Ranma tightly. "He took you from me, the bastard. But I have you back now and we'll be the family we always should have been!"

Hearing that, the pigtailed martial artist wasn't sure how to feel but he had to admit, "At least we have a mutual hatred of Pops as a starter in common."

"And how!" Nabiki, Akane and even Kasumi added. Even the eldest Tendo couldn't bring herself to like her houseguest of the past year.

Smiling, the Sexum Matriarch told him, "Oh, I can't wait to get to know you again, Ranma. We'll have such a good time together. She looked towards her RV. "KINSHOU! AZALEA! Get your sexy butts out here! It's Ranma!"

"Ranma?" Came a voice by the open side door. A pokéwoman stepped out the side, dressed completely in leather and gear that denoted her as the Dominatrix breed. "Ranma's here?" She looked around, eyes coming to a stop on the pigtailed male. "Wow! Look at him! He's grown up to become quite a looker, Nodoka."

"Uh... hi?" Ranma greeted, holding up a hand as he waved at her.

The pokéwoman grinned at him as she looked him over. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, young master." She stepped out of the vehicle, a large WolfQueen exiting out from behind her. "Nice to see you turned out all right, despite your old man."

Nodding her head in agreement, the Sexum Matriarch replied, "He did, he did..." Nodoka smiled widely as she asked Kinshou, "Can't wait to get him in the sack, can you?" She giggled, ignoring the look of shock on her son's face.

Seeing a look on his older brother's face that he was far too-used to having on his own features, the staring Pokégirl Tamer shook his head. "...Better him than me..." Ash muttered to himself.

"Pussy," Misty muttered. She snickered to herself at the hurt look on his face.

"You like to tease him, don't you?" Kasumi asked the redheaded pokégirl, having made her way over to the two; eternal smile on her face.

Turning about, Misty looked over the woman in purple... and platform shoes... and fedora... however, her vision was draw to the large medallion around her neck. "...You're an official P.I.M.P.?" She asked curiously, ignoring the squealing of her Tamer's brother as the Dominatrix fondled him.

The eldest Tendo sister smiled prettily. "Why yes, my sisters and I just passed our tests today; I managed to attain a perfect score," Kasumi answered without a single shred of haughtiness. Instead, her claim as to her score was handled in a more matter-of-fact way with a kind gentile tone. "However, I will admit it paid to understand the mentality of the test givers." She giggled. "Because frankly, I'd never mistreat my pokégirls in such ways, but," she grinned. "Well, a perfect score has perks."

The young Tomboy whom wished she was some kind of Water-type blinked her eyes in shock. This woman was some piece of work!

Either not noticing or simply ignoring the shocked look on the younger woman's face, the Tendo continued to speak. "You're a lovely one. What's your name?" Kasumi asked the pokégirl.

"Me? My name's Misty. Misty Inuzuka," the pokégirl replied, arms crossing over her chest. "My sisters are the Gym Leaders of the Cerulesbian Gym. I was going to be one too, until I Thresholded into a Tomboy. I was sent to a specialist to change me into another species of pokégirl, preferaby SOME sort of Water-type..." she thumbed over to Ash. "But I ended up being given to this schmuck as one of his Starter Pokégirls instead!"

"...Not like I wanted her as a Starter anyway..." Ash grumbled in annoyance. He needed to remember to tell his mom the next time Stroak showed up that the Professor touched him inappropriately. That would show that crazy old coot!

The eldest Tendo raised an eyebrow, ignoring the squeals of the pigtailed martial artist in the background. "Oh? So you two don't get along? That's sad. You both are young and seem to have chemistry"

"Chemistry? US!?" Both exclaimed with incredibly synch.

Smiling, Kasumi replied, "Well yes. I know we just met but I have an eye for this sort of thing..." the Tendo woman winked. "As for your pokégirl type, okay... so maybe you're not a Water-Type but Tomboys have perks and you're still cute as a button." She leaned over and whispered, "If I was your Tamer... I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you."

Misty blushed a bit, her face becoming rather flush with the compliment. "You know, I do come from Cerulesbian. There's a reason that city is named such..." she whispered back to the woman meaningfully.

That made the woman clad in purple grin. "Hmm... maybe I can ask you and your Tamer to join me later, after I have a talk with some people..." she smirked deviously. "Or just you and me if all else fails," Kasumi added with a soft blow into Misty's ear.

Watching as her sister was hitting on someone else's pokégirl, Nabiki slapped herself on the face in an effort to suppress a groan. Oh, how she wanted a drink so badly now... and she was going to get laid. Oh yes, the desire to throw Ranma down and ride the wild stallion was becoming the more prominent choice as tonight's mode of stress relief.

Although she had to hope she WOULD get a turn, considering how Nodoka's girls... and even the woman HERSELF seemed to be pawing Ranma. It was amazing that neither Akane nor Asrial were doing anything, but then as the most mercenary of the Tendo sisters looked at their faces... she realized they must have been in shock. Not often one witnesses a woman, arguably one hell of a MILF, molest their own blood-kin.

"Hmm..." Azalea sniffed Ranma's hair as her hands massaged his shoulders. "Definitely Nodoka's son. Your scent's similar to both hers and Ash's... but very, VERY masculine. I bet you make plenty of pokégirls happy."

Chuckling nervously as numerous women felt him up, Ranma could only squeak out the reply, "Wuh-well I t-try..."

"He does," Asrial managed to add if just to make sure nobody questioned Ranma's ability on a reflex.

Hearing the Salusian say that, Kasumi just giggled.

The middle Tendo rolled her eyes. "Of course he does. I've got the sore hips to show for it!" Nabiki thought with a grimace.

Azalea smiled a little. "I just know Nodoka is going to let us get to know you better tonight..."

Nodding her head, the woman replied, "I am. I can't wait to have his cock in my cunny; to feel his manliness plunder my depths like they haven't been in years!"

Turning his head towards his mother, Ranma stared wide-eyed at the woman, horrified at what she'd just proclaimed. "...What?" He squeaked out in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course!" Nodoka replied with a large grin. "It's been ages since I've last seen you! I want to know how my manly man fucks first hand!" She leaned forward and whispered huskily, "You can even treat me as a pokéwoman if you want..."

Biting on his lower lip, Ranma couldn't help but whimper. No, no way. She had NOT just told him she wanted to have sex with him, did she!?

Unable to take such a perverted thing lying down, Akane finally spoke up to stand against what was just so wrong and indecent! "You just asked your son to fuck you!?" She shrieked.

Clapping her hands together, the only one of the group from another world that seemed excited about the aspect was the eldest Tendo. "Oh! If I may suggest something? Maybe you should get both your sons and you could have some time together?" That way, maybe she could get a chance to know that cute Misty.

The son of Nodoka Sexum turned to her with wide eyes. "Who's side are you on!?" Ash shrieked with fear. He'd managed to go twenty-four hours without more sexual trauma! Why did she want to throw him back into the fire!?

Turning back to Ash, Kasumi replied, "The side of P.I.M. . That is a term, right?"

"The one who wants to test your sexually frustrated pokégirl..." Nabiki thought with annoyance. It seemed like once that woman had won the P.I.M.P. award, there was no stopping her.

Ash opened his mouth... then shut it. He had no real meaningful retort. After all, it wasn't often a beginning Tamer got any tips or had an advanced student like a P.I.M.P. take interest in their well-being or at the very least their sex-life. "I'm going to be stuck with my mother until the Milkitits come home, aren't I?" He asked with dread.

That phrase made Kasumi blink her eyes. "Milktits?" She blinked her eyes again before they widened in realization. "MILKTITS!" She shouted before turning back to the group. "Ranma! We need to get to the grocery store! I have to pick up my Milktits! I was supposed to go after the test but then the trouble with Asrial happened." She bit her lip feeling impatience and anxiety build up within her. "Come one, we have to go! Oh, I do hope Mike is still there! I could get a deal on a couple of Fortune Farms Milktits if he is!"

Blinking his eyes once, twice, the pigtailed martial artist's self-preservation instincts kicked in. "Of course!" He shouted as he turned to his mother. "Mom, this is very important! I've gotta go with Kasumi! We don't want her to miss out on getting her a pair of good pokégirls!"

Realizing what they were doing, Nabiki joined in. "Right. I'll go with you two. I mean, I am handling the finances, right? Asrial, stay with your master." She turned to Cyan and Alice. "Okay you two, be good pussycats and take Akane back to the PokéCenter and..." she winced as she knew this was going to be trouble. "Lead Nodoka and her crew there too. We can catch up later but right now we need to get Kasumi her Milktits."

"Wait!" Akane shrieked. "You're going to leave me alone with them!?" How could her sisters just throw her to the wolves like this, and with the case of Nodoka's pokéwoman Azalea, a LITERAL WOLF!?

"Oh, don't worry," Kasumi was quick to speak up, not seeing anything wrong with leaving her sister in the care of a pair of perverted feline pokégirls nor in the loving hands of Nodoka and her harem. "They'll look after you. You're practically family!"

Realizing that perhaps Akane could use one person to help her stay sane, the middle Tendo sibling rescinded her previous statement. "Asrial? On second thought, can you stay with Akane as well?"

The Salusian of Imperial Birth turned about to face the woman with a pageboy haircut. "Uh... not really," Asrial replied, a little nervous about being left with such a group. "But will it be fine for me to not be with Ranma?"

Nodding her head, Nabiki answered, "As long as you're with one of us, I doubt anyone will throw a fuss." She turned to the other two. "Now come on you two," she grabbed Ranma and Kasumi's hands. "Let's go get some Milktits!"

"We'll head to the PokéCenter and meet you all there!" Nodoka waved as she watched the young woman run off with her eldest son and that nice P.I.M.P. Tamer. Turning about towards the young woman in wheel-chair, she smiled as she asked, "So you like pokégirls, huh? Perhaps I can help you..."

Looking up at Nodoka with wide eyes, Akane whimpered.

"That was kind low, leaving Akane and Asrial with my mother..." Ranma said as he followed Nabiki across town, Kasumi keeping in step next to him.

Not bothering to look back, Nabiki replied, "Better her than us. Besides, Asrial's with her. She should help sis keep her sanity..."

"We hope..." Ranma retorted. Sighing, he shook his head to clear it of his worries. "Mom doesn't know that Akane's..." he paused, trying to find a way to put it nicely. "Well... temperamental about this place."

Nodding her head, the eldest Tendo sister was quick to justify, "Yes but your Mother's always had a disarming aura with my sister. Maybe it will translate here as well."

Although he wasn't completely buying it, Ranma accepted the answer to ease his own guilt over the matter. "I... guess so." He shook his head. As bad as he felt for his fiancée, he did not want to be left alone with her. "Oh man that was freaky... my own mother... wanting..." he shivered fearfully, unable to bring himself to finish the sentence.

A disgusted look came over the mercenary Tendo daughter's features. "She does look hot for someone her age but yeah... still finding that type of incest is... weird." Nabiki shuddered. She sure hoped to whatever kami were listening that if they met the Soun Tendo of this world that he wouldn't be into any of this kind of crap. And she thought the vine bondage and tentacle rape was bad...

"You're finding it weird?" Ranma questioned. "I'm the one that was on the receiving end of it! Do you know how... traumatizing that was?" He asked, voice rising in fearful pitch. "It was a nightmare!"

Rolling her eyes at her favorite piece of man-meat's whining, the eldest Tendo shook her head. "Oh, that's not traumatizing and hardly what I'd call a nightmare," she told him as she continued to walk towards her destination. "I mean, it's not like you were covered in K-Y Jelly and tossed into a pit of sexually-ravenous Nodokas."

The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer tried to repress a shudder at the mental image Kasumi offered with the scenario of mixing this mother with the Neko-Ken. "...Congratulations, I think I'm going to be limper than an overcooked noodle for the next twenty-four hours or so..." he mumbled irritably.

"Not if we have anything to say about it..." Nabiki smirked mischievously. "We'll make sure you get some rest first... after all, we want our turns too and remember!" She spoke up to make sure she had his attention. "Your harem comes before someone else getting some but we are your next priority!"

The raven-haired male of Asian descent looked towards Nabiki with a half-lidded gaze. "Oh gee, thanks for making me sound like a sex toy."

Slowing down in her pace to get beside him, Nabiki poked Ranma in his side. "You are not. True, you can fuck a girl wonderfully but you're not a toy. I told you, I love you-"

"Oh, oh oooooooooh?" Kasumi was quick to interrupt as she looked towards her sister. "Did I just hear you say the 'L'-word?" The eldest Tendo asked with a predatory grin.

Groaning, Nabiki realized there was going to be no living that one down. "Oh crap..." she shook her head. "Fuck it." She turned to glare at her sister. "Yes, I did. Happy!?" She asked before latching onto one of Ranma's arms. If she was going to be forced to admit it, she might as well mark her dominance.

Grinning like a cat that swallowed the canary, (or in this world, a Catgirl that ate out the Pidgette) the eldest Tendo gave off a most horrify, terrifying, spine-chilling sound.

She giggled.

That action made the pigtailed martial artist shudder almost as badly as the thought of a pit of ravenous Nodokas. "That giggle means nothing but trouble these days," Ranma mumbled, a sweat-drop sliding down the side of his head.

Having caught what he said, the eldest Tendo agreed with him. "Oh, you're right about that. However, that doesn't mean the trouble coming right away," she replied, causing the two to relax somewhat. "After all, I've got a Milktit to attain and then..." she giggled again. "Oh, I am going to enjoy Bonding her beautiful bovine booty to me!"

Another sweat-drop rolled down the other side of Ranma's head. "...Kasumi, do you realize you scare me more than ever now that you've passed that test?"

Shrugging her shoulders, the P.I.M.P. Award-winning Tendo replied, "I get that a lot." She then giggled to herself as she turned about, picking up the speed as they came to the front of the store.

With her sister's attention finally off of them, the middle Tendo leaned over to whisper to her pigtailed lover. "I don't know if we'll ever get used to the new her..."

Nodding his head in agreement, Ranma whispered his reply, "No kidding." He straightened up his posture and continued walking as they entered into grocery store, Kasumi giddily taking the lead. As they made their way to the back, the pigtailed martial artist noticed a stall by what he thought was the dairy section. "Hey, Kasumi! I see some old guy over there. That him?" He asked as he pointed down the back aisle.

Looking towards where her male compatriot was pointing, the woman's face blossomed into a huge smile. "Oooh Mi~iiiiike!" Kasumi melodically called out as she merrily skipped over towards the booth. "I'm ba~aaack!"

Turning to the side as he heard the melodic voice, the male working behind the booth smiled, visibly relaxing. "Kasumi! You came back! Oh, I was worried I wouldn't see you again. I heard the test got out but when I hadn't seen you right after I... thought..." he trailed off as he got a good view of how she was dressed once she and two others he recognized got to the booth. "...Is that outfit what I think it is?"

Coming to a stop right in front of the Fortune Farms stall, the eldest Tendo's smile was practically beaming. "That's right, Mike! I got a perfect score and according to the Indigo League, I'm now a P.I.M.P.!"

His eyes sparkling with excitement, the old farm hand clapped his hands together. "That's wonderful!" He looked over his shoulder and noticed Nabiki. "And I see you have great taste. I take it you picked yourself up another lover?" He asked, concerning the other brunette of Asian descent. If such was the case, that would make it real easy to get things rolling.

Realizing what the old man was implying, Nabiki rolled her eyes in annoyance. What was it with people and incest? "No, we're not lovers. We're sisters."

The older farmhand blinked his eyes to that response. "Wait... sisters? You two are sisters?" A wide grin split across his features. "THAT'S WONDERFUL!"

The enthusiasm of his response took the middle Tendo back; the woman raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Uh... okay..." she said slowly, wondering if she needed to ask Ranma to break his legs after they picked up Kasumi her Milktit.

Bringing his hands together and tapping fingers against each other, the older male nodded his head, the smile on his face not capable of conveying the full scope of the exuberance he felt. "Yes. It's going to make things a lot easier." Leaning over to Kasumi, he asked in her a low voice, "Can I meet with you and you friends in the store's back room? This won't effect you getting yourself a Milktit pokégirl but there's someone I want you to meet first... he has a business proposition for all of you."

"Oh, certainly!" Kasumi nodded her own head enthusiastically. She then turned about to her sister and Ranma. "Do you two mind? I don't think it'll take long and it might be a source of income while we're here."

The woman's sister shook her head. "Not at all, sis. Lead the way," Nabiki replied, her voice conveying a serious tone that otherwise betrayed nothing to how she was feeling. "I am curious as to this business proposition..." she turned to the man and spoke to him. "As long as you're not asking us to be prostitutes or to sell our 'eggs'." Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "If you do, then let me say right here and now that I'll have Ranma kick your ass."

Bringing his hands up and waving them defensively, Mike told her quickly, "Oh no, nothing like that!" He eyes the male racking his knuckles with a wary gaze. "This is merely a professional business deal. Honest!"

Nodding her head to that, Nabiki replied, "Than we'll see." While it would be nice to have a source of income, she wasn't exactly trusting of the way things worked in this world by any long-shot, but the old, sly business-oriented aspect of her personality was intrigued enough that she'd be inclined to at least hear this person Mike wanted them to meet out.

Following Mike into the back storage room of the grocery store, the trio of dimensionally displaced Tamers easily spotted something out of the ordinary, (even for this world). A very tanned-skin man with thick mustache and slicked back hear, wearing sunglasses and a cranberry-colored business suit. Definitelynot the apparel of a grocery store employee.

Looking back at the trio, the man in refinery grinned widely. "Hey! This is them!" He let off a low whistle as he looked towards the girl with the pageboy haircut. "Wow... you even got the dame from the BoobTube video! Way to go, Mike!"

Pausing in her tracks, Nabiki stared incredulously at the man with slicked back hair and a horrible sense of fashion that belonged in a cheesy Cinemax After Dark movie. "BoobTube?"

At the girl's confusion, the man nodded his head. "Oh, forgive me for not introducing myself," the man in the crushed cranberry velvet outfit said as he stood there as he watched the group come to a stop before him. Holding his hand out to them in greeting, he told them, "My name is El Ray Di Cockteasegro. I'm the Director, Producer and Founder of Bird in the Bush Studios. My friend Mike here sent me a copy of the video that Kasumi left with him and I must say you're a fine bunch of actors."

Blinking her eyes once, twice, Kasumi had to ask, "What DVD?"

Mike spoke up to answer. "The one you left with me yesterday afternoon. You know, the one with you, the pigtailed boy, the sexy Skunkette and the cute Peekabu!"

"Oh, that!" Kasumi chuckled nervously as she now realized why she hadn't found her copy once she and Ranma had returned to the PokéCenter. "Silly me! Eheheheh..." she raised a hand to the back of her head, scratching at it as she noticed the looks of shock on both her sister and Ranma's faces. Good thing she was getting her Milktits; her favorite cock might not be in the mood tonight now.

Bringing his hand up to his face, Ranma groaned as he rubbed his eyes. "Oh boy... just what I needed." While the accepted that this worked revolved around it, he wasn't big on the idea of others having recordings of some of his moments getting laid... particularly his first time at that.

Although she found such a thing horrifying, what scared the middle Tendo more was now an inkling feeling that what this "El Ray" had said earlier tied into this same topic about sex videos. "What's this about a BoobTube video?" Nabiki asked tentatively, unsure if she wanted an answer or now.

The Producer of Pornography stared at the girl with a confused expression of his own at hearing that. "You didn't know?" He brought a hand to his chin and thought about it for a moment. "I bet you that one of the Jennys from the local Police Station posted the video from the security camera on Boobtube..." he grinned. "Well, the juicy parts at least." And boy had those been juicy with a capital 'J'!

The color drained from the middle Tendo sibling's face. "No... they wouldn't..." that train of thought careened off it's tracks as she reminded herself of the world she was stuck in. "What am I thinking? Of course they would! ARRRGH!" Nabiki groaned as she brought a hand up to rub her eyes. "I'm going to need to see this video," she told the Porn Director seriously. "Some of the stuff in that interrogation was supposed to be private!"

"Oh, that's no problem," El Ray said in all seriousness. "I can assure you it's only the good stuff but here's the thing..." he walked over to and sat down in what was likely the foreman's chair and clasped his hands together. He was feeling tired after standing on his feet waiting for them for so long. "I want to be the distributor for your works."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma questioned, "Distributor?" While it didn't sound perverted, the chill going up his spine was warning him.

Nodding his head, the owner of Bird in the Bush Studios replied, "Yes, I believe we can benefit each other. I want to release these videos on a professional digital format."

The middle Tendo immediately caught onto what this meant. "You want to distribute pornography of us?" Nabiki asked curiously. "What the hell are we supposed to do?" She snapped. "Are we to come to your studio and just fuck like anim-"

The man raised his hands, waving them in a warding fashion, "Nonononono! You misunderstand!" He proclaimed, trying to appease the woman. "I'd provide you all with some professional camera equipment and computer software for angles and editing! I want you to have as much creative freedom as possible! Your 'independent' stuff is a gold mine! Your DVD is a rare hit and so is the Boobtube video!"

The middle Tendo tilted her head as she looked the man in the eyes. "And how, pray tell, was my video a hit? It can't be that exotic!" A lot of the pokégirls here were exotic in and of themselves. "I'm just human!"

The tanned male rolled his eyes. "HELLO!" He shouted to make sure he had the attention of her and the others. "Human woman! No pokégirls! All this plus all the mush seemed to get a lot of other women to hit up the site too!" El Ray explained. "In other words, you people are providing pornography aficionados like myself with something we haven't had in years: talent! It's not just a wham, bam, thank-you-ma'am! There are a lot of very graphic and unique positions you use! Heck, there's even a decent underlying theme or story to the pieces! People eat that stuff up! If you allow me to distribute it, you'll see quite a financial feedback..."

Not breaking her gaze with the man, Nabiki crossed her arms over her chest. It was a lot to consider. He was asking them to produce porn, yes... but in this world, was it anything out of the ordinary? Apparently porn wasn't but concerning them it was. Still, it could potentially be a font of financial income to consider. She hadn't been able to do any figures yet but the costs of upkeep for a harem of pokégirls, let alone likely to soon be four... and an RV? It was likely to be astronomical!

Therefore, it was with reluctance that the most mercenary of the Tendo sisters told him, "Okay, a chance for solid income is good but know this!" She told him seriously as she leaned forward, her eyes boring into the man's gaze. "We won't be muscled by some porn mafia, you hear me!?"

Although her gaze unnerved him, El Ray wasn't one to back down, especially in this case. "Not to worry, Miss Tendo! We try to keep the Porn Mafia away from our stuff!" One could practically hear the capital letters when he said 'Porn Mafia'.

Nabiki just stared at the man with a dumbfounded expression plastered all over her face. A genuine PORN MAFIA existed? "Well, isn't that just wonderful!" She thought bitterly. "Okay that condition seems to be mutual... and... what sort of way do you propose we go about making this work?"

"Simple," the tanned individual started, a grin on his face as he realized he could win her over. "You make these videos on the road and then send them to me. I'll take care of the final editing, production and distribution. In return, I'll see to it you get a base pay for each video and you get a marginal percentage of profits from sales." He smirked. "And I know you guys will like to have a fan following."

Mentally taking note of what the man explained, Nabiki slowly nodded her head in acceptance. Finally, she turned about to her sister and Ranma. "Well, you heard the man. You two are in on this too so any thoughts?" While she was more than willing to try and make some money off of doing what Tamers were supposed to do, she didn't want to be the one making being the sole decider for such a decision.

The eldest of the Tendo daughters was quick to add her two credits. "I think it would be a productive way to have some stable income as well as a unique way to add some zest to Taming sessions." She smirked. "Admit it. It would make you more creative if you feel such will net you a good deal of credits along the way"

Scratching the back of his head, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts replied. "As much as I ain't thrilled to perform for people..." Ranma sighed as he looked between the two Tendo sisters. "More money is a good thing in our situation, right? Heck, I'd rather have some on hand to pay off a fine or, the kami forbid, I lose a match. I don't want to have to girl any of the girls away." He'd read the rules concerning PokéBattle and he wasn't too keen on how jerkasses could try and claim 'salvage rights'.

Nodding her head as she realized both her compatriots agreed, the middle Tendo sister turned about to Mr. Cockteasegro once more. "All right. We'll accept but only with some terms of our own," Nabiki told him as she shifted back into her full business mode, something that had gotten a lot of use since they'd ended up in this world. "The monetary fees sound fine, however you will share the final product with us before going to print. And if we send word that we want a part of a video edited you WILL edit it!" Her eyes narrowed, a power somehow shining behind the light in them. "As I said before, I'm not happy that police video got up as chunks of it had an emotional private moment for me before the sex took place."

Nodding his head, Ray agreed, "I fully understand." He smirked as he decided to reel them in. "And Mike has agreed that if you sign on now, he'll give Kasumi here TWO Fortune Farms Milktits absolutely free." To his side, the Milktit Farmhand nodded his head.

THAT caught the eldest Tendo's attention. Grabbing onto her sister, Kasumi shook her violently as she shouted, "SIGN! SIGN! FOR THE LOVE OF KAMI-SAMA! SIGN!"

Her head shaking like a bobble-doll, the middle Tendo tried to break free of her older sister's death-grip. "ACK! Okay! Okay, okay, OKAY! Enough already!" Nabiki yelped as her sister finally let go, her eyes spinning back and forth from the violently applied motions.

Chuckling nervously as he had to help Nabiki stand up straight, the pigtailed mal turned to the man and told him, "I think you got a deal."

El Ray grinned widely. "This is the start of a beautiful partnership."

In mathematical reasoning, quasitopology was associated to every compact hausdorff; a collection of mappings from points C to X that satisfied certain natural conditions. The set with a quasi-topology was called a Quasitopological Space... or simply, "Qausi-Space". It was the space between all dimensional planes and realms, the literal 'glue' of reality... and it was where a troupe of three, (four if you counted the Soul Impression Tome carried on one of these persons) were making their way back to their prime dimensional plane... a trip that at this point would take three years...

"Any sign of Nag or Nagita?" The werecheetah embedded with Ether Vent Artifacts asked her elder sister as they floated through the pathways of Quasi-Space, her eyes darting back and forth as she kept her guard up, ready to take on Tempest Mode on a moment's notice.

Shaking her head, the woman older than known time itself replied, "No, Cheetah. Trust me, we've left them behind. After the last encounter, I doubt they'll be in a rush to catch up with us again."

"I hope so," the werecheetah called back. "It's been awhile since I had a chance to just rest and recharge," Britanny grumbled irritably. Honestly, what was it with battle after battle after freakin' battle!

A mysterious smile crossed over the ancient one's features. "I think we could all use a pit-stop," Gina agreed. "It's just a matter of finding the right safe havens."

The Gaoblin Priestess floated closer to the two from where she'd been covering the rear. "Lady Diggers," Crescens spoke up in an effort to gain their leader's attention. As the woman turned to her she asked, "Where might you suggest refuge be taken once we are out of danger? So far this whole realm seems dangerous."

"Where else but any place quiet?" Gina asked in all seriousness. "However, I wouldn't try stopping at any other world. Might take time to try and get back off not to mention that with many of them, time flows differently... such will only serve to lengthen our already long and treacherous journey. Fortunately, I do know a place or two we can head to so we can relax and reenergize."

Floating over to her sister and friend, the werecheetah was quick to add, "I'm all for that right no! So where's this hidey-hole you know of, sis?"

"It's a small bistro of the main pathways of Quasi-Space. You can think of it as an 'intergalactic burger stop' for lack of better terms," she answered honestly. "You'll have the best that's ever existed."

Britanny raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Better than my Muffin's? Pfft! I'll give it a whirl but I doubt perfection can be topped," the werecheetah mused, although she was itching for some grub. She was getting tired of ether-created 'rice cakes'.

Yet, even as she mused to herself about getting something decent to eat, the lycan woman realized that there were a number of lights that were popping up around her. It wasn't the first time such happened but there were just so many this time. "What the?" She questioned as she turned about.

The ancient woman nodded her head, having expected to see something like this. "Ah... light rips," Gina chirruped. At the look of confusion on her sister's face, she explained, "More or less, they're small windows into various realities that exist around us. They tend to pop up from time-to-time. I'd suggest ignoring them... you never know when you might accidentally look an elder god in the eye. They tend to take offense."

The woman blinked her eyes in shock. "Elder..." she trailed off and shook her head. "Okay, I won't look!" Britanny said as she flew with her friend and sister... however her wandering eyes caught sigh of something fiere...

...And no, not Cuthulu's ass. "Gah! What is this one!? The intergalactic porn channel!?" She shrieked as she pointed at one of the light rifts. What made such a sight worse was that she hadn't had any in nearly six years!

Now the ancient purveyor of the universe raised an eyebrow. "Intergalactic Porn Channel?" Gina questioned as she turned to look about. The white-haired woman peered through her cracked glasses and let out a sigh. "Oh... nothing to worry about, Brit. It's pokégirls."

Britanny's features scrunched and her ears flattened back at what her sister just said. "Poké-what?" She asked as she looked back towards the rift. "What? Is that world some kind of erotic PokéMon game!?"

Wanting to see what was going on, Crescens cocked her head towards the rift. Her face managed to blush a bit, despite her green skin. "They aren't ashamed to be... copulating so... indiscreetly..." she said, putting it as mildly as she could manage.

"It's how pokégirls are," the older woman explained. "They need sex. And that's not some metaphor, it's a literal need." She shook her head. "Look, it's not anything important. Just know that in some world, it's a paradise for men as they get to have cock-fights with the sexy super-powered women that need them to have a good, consciousness-granting fuck. Understandably, the place is filled with a bunch of immature men."

The werecheetah's tail shook behind her quickly in irritation. "Yuck..." Britanny stuck out her tongue for emphasis as to how she felt towards it. "Let's just go. I want a break but I don't want to wind up somewhere like that!"

The ancient one turned about to face her sister. "No you don't," Gina said in all honesty. "Especially since they are fans of 'Cheetits'..." she left the statement hanging.

"EW! EW, EW, EW, EW, EW, EW, EEEWWWWW!" Britanny squealed in disgust. "How could they go after people like... MOM!?" She shrieked as she the image in the celestial 'window' showed her mother walking next to another black feline woman and pushing the wheelchair of some young Asian girl with black hair.

Looking at where Brit was staring, the older woman slowly nodded her head. "Probably an dimensional analogue."

Despite wishing she hadn't seen such a world, that image she saw did bring up feelings from deep within the werecheetah's heart. "...I miss everyone..." Brit murmured. "I just want to go home and be with them again..."

Reaching out to the feline lycanthrope, Gina gently touched her shoulder, giving it an reassuring squeeze. "And we will"

Bringing her own hand to her shoulder, Britanny squeezed her sister's hand. "Thanks, Gina..."

A smile blossomed on the spectacled woman's face. "Anytime."

"Now Akane dear, while my son and your sisters are busy, perhaps you can help me?" Nodoka asked curiously as she walked alongside the woman being pushed in a wheelchair. "Now... what are my son's favorite sexual positions?"

Turning her head sharply, the youngest of the Tendo sisters shrieked. "WHAT?"

Nodding her head, the Sexum Matriarch explained, "Well dear, a mother must know these things."

Ash simply pretended to ignore that. In the end, he figured that it was better that their mother was focused on his mysterious older brother than him. He'd had to put up with her eccentricities and traumatizing training all his life. It was about time his absent brother handled some responsibility!

"Man," whispered Misty as she followed her Tamer into the PokéCenter. "The way she's acting, is that... normal for her."

The young man on the path to be a Harem Master shuddered violently. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Here they are," Mike said as he lead them to another part of the grocery store's storage room. "They're letting me use these pens to house the Milktits while we're doing our stay of tour here in Pewtit. I admit that it's not the greatest of accommodations for them but they're happy enough." He grinned. "And I'm sure whichever two you choose will be very, VERY happy!" What he didn't say was that HE would be very happy, as this would also be a form of advertising. He was willing to bet top credits that these Milktits would appear very soon in one of the girl's DVDs...

And that meant Fortune Farms would get mentioning in the opening credits. That would show that Cock-A-Doodle-Doo Cock-Suckers over at the Mt. Kindle Chickenlittle Egg Farm which Sexii Island made the BEST Dairy Products for the Indigo League! Not like anyone would ever spend a single credit for porn of one of those stupid, unsexy chicken-types.

...

...

Okay, maybe for a Hot Chick but he knew they didn't have any of those. Hot Chicks didn't lay any eggs.

The eldest Tendo just stared at the containment area, her jaw moving up and down wordlessly. Slowly making her way over to the pen containing the dozen Milktits, Kasumi giggled as she looked on with wide-eyes. The look on her face slowly changed to becoming akin to that of a kid on the ultimate sugar high let loose within a candy store. So many choices yet the proverbial Matriarch of the Tendo sister knew she could only have two! Oh, the challenge! Oh the horror! Oh thesacrifice!

Ah well... at least thanks to the fortuitousness of fate and luck that things had aligned in her favor enough that she's at least get TWO of these wonderful, busty bovine beauties. Giggling, she skipped up to the sides of the pen where the milking pokégirls were being kept. "At last!" She praised as she pressed herself right up against the chain-link fence. "Oh, it'll be like I've always dreamed! I'll be surrounded by so much milk! Cream! Cheese! Butter! Cream!"

"You said 'cream' already," Nabiki pointed out, wanting her sister to just pick a pair so they could get going. While she was glad to have a break from Nodoka, this latest turn of events needed to take some getting used to. At the very least, it was giving her one hell of a migraine and she was REALLY needing to raid a liquor cabinet of some sort... maybe the NurseJoys at the PokéCenter had a secret stash they'd be willing to let her in one.

Turning about to look at her sister, the eldest Tendo gave the other girl a most devious, mischievous grin. "Why, my dear Nabiki. I mean a totally different kind of cream..."

Groaning, Nabiki brought a hand up to her face and pinched down on the bridge of her nose. She walked right into that one.

Blinking his eyes once, twice, it took a moment before a thought popped into Ranma's head as to what Kasumi meant by that. A smile spreading over her face, it as a hopeful pigtailed martial artist that asked, "Does she mean ice-cream?" While he was all for keeping in shape and practicing the art... he had developed quite a sweet tooth for the frozen treats thanks to his time experimenting with them in his girl form.

Dropping her hand, Nabiki just STARED at Ranma; NO! She redefined stared! She would have thought after all this time in this perverted place that he'd have a sixth sense for picking up on euphemisms. "...I'm surrounded by morons."

Ranma stared at Nabiki curiously for a moment, wondering what was with her attitude. "I thought you were surrounded by dairy products?" He asked curiously. After all, Kasumi had just been talking about all the wonderful treats that she'd look into making once she had those Milktits.

"AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" The middle Tendo sibling roared in frustration. Hands on the side of her head, she swore she could feel all four lobes of her brain pounding.

Watching Nabiki with surprise, Ranma could only mutter, "Sounds like somebody's got an ice-cream headache..."

*KER-SNAP*!

Wincing, Ranma cringed at the sight before him. He was pretty sure there wasn't supposed to be an audible 'snapping' noise when one twitched suddenly into a new position... nor was said position supposed to be one that seemed unnatural. Finally, after a long minute of silence, the pigtailed heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts asked, "Are you okay, Nabiki?

Turning slowly towards him Nabiki calmly raised her hands and grabbed onto the pigtailed dumb-ass by his shoulders. "Ranma..." she said his name in a calmly, deceptively eerie voice.

Gulping nervously, Ranma could only stutter the reply of, "Yuh-yeah?"

"Let's help Kasumi find her Milktits so she can Bond with them and then..." leaning in, she whispered into his right ear with a heated voice. "Then we are going to find a quiet spot for you to fuck me! I'm going ape-shit and I need to VENT unless you want to help me stock up on enough booze to sink a battleship!"

Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. Okay so maybe Nabiki needed to vent. Hmmm...

"Hey, Kasumi?" The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer spoke up suddenly. "Think you can handle choosing a Milktit on your own for a moment? I need to help Nabiki. We need to stock up on some supplies." Turning his head and realizing Kasumi had made her way INSIDE of the pen while he'd been talking to Nabiki, he mumbled, "She'll be all right." A sweat-drop slowly tricked down his head as the woman's purple clothing went flying. "...I guess..." The tone of his voice was hinting more to the point of him trying to assure himself Kasumi would be fine.

Shaking her head, the middle Tendo sibling had to wonder just when her sister had become such a pervert; had it been when they came to this world or much sooner? Deciding she had more important matters at hand that wondering about her sister's debauchery; Nabiki took his hand and led him around the back storage to look for a good spot. "Don't worry, Ranma. We'll be back probably before she's done. Let's go someplace more... private."

Nodding his head, Ranma gave the middle Tendo sister's hand a little squeeze. "Yeah, but what's... well... 'private' back here?"

Looking around, the brunette girl looked about quickly, taking stock of what was in the storage room. Her gaze came to settle on a thick metal door with a thermometer on it. She turned to him and smirked. "Cold storage."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma looked to where the grocery store would store frozen foods and then turned back to Nabiki. "You're joking."

"It won't be long," Nabiki told her favorite male. "And..." she smirked. "I'm sure you'll heat me up enough that I won't feel it. Plus..." she blushed a little. "It's close enough to a romantic fantasy I had once about doing it outside a wooden cottage in the snow." She winked as she led him towards the door. Besides, everything should be wrapped up or boxed so any mess we make won't cause a hazard."

After a moment of considering what she told him, Ranma slowly nodded his head in acceptance. "If you say so," he replied slowly as he followed Nabiki. When they made it to the large door, the pigtailed male took hold of the large handled and pulled. A rush of cold, frosty air came out, making his shiver. It was so heavy he actually SAW the air for a moment as it entered into the regular temperature of the rest of the storage area. "You're sure now?"

The woman nodded her head. "Mmmhmm." She smirked as she pulled him in with her, shutting the door behind her. "Oh good, a safety latch." At the look on her lover's face, she informed him, "To prevent people from being locked in and freezing to death."

Taking a deep breath and watching as it danced on the air as he exhaled, Ranma replied, "That's good ..." he looked about, seeing all the stacked boxes and even a few loose items about the room. "So where...?"

Smiling happily, Nabiki raised her hands and cupped his face. Staring into his eyes for a moment, she pulled him down to her before initiated a fiery kiss, one that lasted for almost a minute before she released him. "Well, seeing as if we lay down on the floor we'll freeze or even sitting down on the boxes we'll be uncomfortable, we should do this standing..." a mischievous twinkle sparkled in her eyes. "Let's be creative..." she whispered huskily as she ran a hand over his chest, before undoing the wooden ties on his shirt to pull it open.

Watching as Nabiki brought her second hand up to help undress him, the raven-haired martial artist could only murmur, "Man... you're really into it." He let off a pleased sigh as the Tendo sister ran her hands up inside of his now exposed muscle shirt.

Looking up at his face, the woman answered, "Besides being frustrated... how can I not be eager to have some fun with someone I love?" She smiled, a genuine girlish smile of giddiness.

Ranma would never tire of the sight, he leans his head down giving her a kiss as his own hands reach under her shirt to rub her breasts. "Well, then I shouldn't dawdle either."

She cooed in delight. "Oh yes... that's it..." she told him huskily. "Please your Ice Queen of Furinkan High..." she teased him, her hands moving down to his pants, pulling harshly on the sash he used as a belt.

Eyes widening in surprise, the pigtailed martial artist let off a soft yelp as she was suddenly pulling down his pants, her thumbs behind the waistband to get that grip to do so. "Woah! Y-you're really into it here."

The woman smirked at hearing that. "You got me addicted, lover." She retorted as she nuzzled his chest. Letting go with her hands, she let his pants drop before feeling his bulge through his boxers.

Shuddering in delight at how grabby Nabiki was getting, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer replied, "Two can play at this game you know." Ranma smirked as he took the initiative, surprising Nabiki as he, even faster than she undone his own pants, had her jeans around her ankles. He kneeled suddenly, denying her a grasp on his erection as he pulled her panties down. With the woman shocked, he continued to take control as he pushed one of her legs up and out of her undergarments so they wouldn't be in the way.

While the cold air on her extremities caused Nabiki to shiver, she was more puzzled at what Ranma was up too. "Now just what is your plan, Saoto-WHOA!" She yelped as she was lifted up to where she found herself sitting on his shoulders, in reverse! She gasped as his warm tongue suddenly invaded her pussy without warning and immediately set about attacking her sweet spots that were discovered the other day. "Ngh! Ahh! Oooh... I... like how you show initiative!" She praised, trying to grind herself up against his face. "Mmmm yes... lick me... fucking lick your Queen's pussy!" She commanded, pleased how much Ranma was getting into this.

And lick he did! With an extreme hunger and lust, Ranma delve in, mouth opening and closing around her pussy as he sucked; lower lip rubbing her clit. Through all the obscene noises of sucking and breathing, his tongue darted back and forth, licking about within her love-channel. It was such a wonderful taste and the temperature a contrast with the surroundings; he also relished in the body heat she was radiating.

Trying desperately to balance herself, Nabiki held onto the top of his hair, trying resist the urge to grab his hair too roughly or tear it out from all the intense pleasure wracking her body. "Oooooh fuuuuuck..." she moaned happily as his tongue worked her body wonderfully. "Yessssss..." she hissed as she could feel a dripping sensation from the roof of the room, the cold water hitting her hot skin and making her shiver with pleasure. Oh did she ever need this!

However, it was no surprise that she was getting it as good as she was. Ranma sensed that need growing within her. She'd met him at the court-house already tense and it had just risen with greater urgency. Now that he had a chance to help her, he was taking it... and kami, was he enjoying how he took it!

"Rah-Raaanmaaaa..." she whined, squirming against his tongue as she lightly ground her muff into his face. She collected his hair into her hands, trying to not pull too much but making sure she had a hold with her clenched hands. "I... nngghh-yeeeaaahhh..."

With the woman's moans spurning him on, Ranma grinned and kept up his work. He nuzzled his face between her legs, nose rubbing her clit as his tongue worked wonders about her mouth lips. Kami-sama! She really was a tasty treat! Better than any of the frozen treats they had back here for one thing!

Gritting her teeth, Nabiki panted heavily. Despite the cold of the room, Ranma was making her burn up. Every time she felt her shoulders or the back of her neck touch the ceiling was heaven, the frost melting and making a wonderful clash of temperatures. Slowly, one of her hands moved under her shirt, stroking a breast feverishly. "Ugh! Oh Ranma... I'm... nghhh!" Suppressing the urge to scream she covered her mouth with her free hand, muffling her cries as her orgasm hit her suddenly and very hard. A rush of thicker, wet juices secreted harder in torrent from her pussy and onto Ranma's lips and tongue. The Tendo girl bucked her hips, desperate to rub her cunt against his face in need!

At the rush of fluid, Ranma did his best to suck as much as it as he could. Kami-sama! The Tendo girl was simply exploding! As much difficulty as it was to get all her fluids, he wasn't going to back down from a challenge! His tongue moved about, trying to pleasure her even as she orgasmed; in effect also trying to get as much of her delicious natural honey into his mouth. However, even if he was very willing and giving it his best, it was a bit of a losing battle as the flow was immense!

Her eyes clenched, Nabiki whimpered and squirmed as even when the zenith of pleasure from her release ebbed to nothing, the constant, roaming tongue prolonged the sensations. Not like she was going to complain mind you, it was incredible! Finally she felt Ranma let her down, still clinging to him and panting heavily as she nuzzled into his chest. "Mmm... oh, that was good..." She murmured in a tone, indicating that she was still riding a giddy high. Reaching down, her hand rubbed the front of his crotch and then slid his boxers down, grasping him she gently stroked his rigid member. "Now it's your turn..." she smirked and added in a lustful voice, "unless you want to get to fucking me now..."

Ranma smiled widely as the soaking with sweat woman pressed up against him, his hand reaching around to rub the small of her back. "That doesn't seem like a hard choice! Get to fucking of get to fuck~ing!"?" The voice suddenly changed from a soft baritone to a sweet Soprano. The redhead blinked her eyes once, twice. "...Wuh?"

Now Nabiki was staring... at the redhead as her fingers scratched. Where she'd been fondling a nice meaty stick, she was now rubbing curls of hair. "...What?" She asked curiously before realizing that the redhead's face and abdomen were rather moist. She reached over to her face and rubbed a finger along the redhead's stomach and then her face.

Raising a red eyebrow as the woman chuckled, the trans-gendered martial artist asked with an annoyed tone of voice, "What?"

The woman rubbed her right index finger and thumb together. "I think some of the ice in here got moist from our heat and enough got on you to trigger your curse once it cooled," Nabiki snickered. It would be the pigtailed one's luck.

The woman blinked her eyes once, twice. "Why!?" She shrieked in aggravation. "Oh for to love of the kami... this sucks!" The redhead complained angrily. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. Now she'd have to go and get some hot water!

The gears in her mind turning, Nabiki smirked widely as a realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "No it doesn't..."

The neo-girl stared incredulously at the most mercenary of the Tendo women. "And why is Tha~AAAT!?" The redhead gasped as her lover pulled her shirt wide open. "Nah-Nabiki!?" She started to shriek, only to have the woman place a finger over her mouth.

"Shh..." the middle Tendo told her. "We don't want to attract attention. Especially when this is just perfect..."

As Nabiki lowered her hand, the trans-gendered Jusenkyo victim asked, "Perfect?"

Grinning, Nabiki looked around... and stopped as she saw there was a wrapped pair of popsicles out of the container. Holding them up, she read the label. "Cherry Poppersicles... a foot-long of taste." She unwrapped them and smirked as they were a certain phallic shape. "Cherry Poppers indeed..." she looked to Ranma with a wide grin.

Now Ranma-chan became nervous as the woman looked at him with much mischievousness in her eyes. "Nabiki... why are you looking at me like that?" She stepped back as the other woman with a Cheshire-like grin took a step forward. "Come on! This isn't funn~iiieeeeee..." she shrieked as both bulbous tips of the popsicles were pressed to her nipples.

"Ranma, Ranma, Ranma..." the mercenary Tendo sister repeated her lover's name almost chidingly. "As much as I could use a dick in me... this is an opportunity to continue to prove what I meant the other night when you got soaked... that it doesn't matter what form you are... that you're you." Her smile was filled with lust. "And now I'm going to show you how we gals feel." She pulled the popsicles in her left hand back and sucked on it while still rubbing the other against the neo-girl's left nipple.

"AH!" The redhead cried out in shock. "Na-Nabiki! Hey! Cut it-ngh!" Ranma-chan shivered as Nabiki continued this torture. It was horribly cold but her breast felt oddly good!

Kneeling carefully on the material of her jeans so she wasn't touching the frosty floor directly, Nabiki removed the popsicle from her mouth and rubbed it along the red-head's slit. Her eyes narrowed a she watched the movements of the neo-girl's labial folds intently.

"AAAHHHH!" Ranma-chan yelped, jumping a little as something very wet and cold rubbed against her slit. "Nabiki-chan!" She gasped in shocked. "I... I'm not-MUURHP!?" She garbled as the frozen treat that had been to her breast suddenly went to her mouth. Her eyes widened as she felt that while cold and tasting of an intense cherry flavor... it was certainly VERY anatomically correct.

Rising her head, Nabiki latched her mouth onto the cherry coated nipple, succulently using her tongue in a slow, methodical naughty manner. At the same time the Cherry Poppersicle in her left hand delved into the redhead's muff.

The redhead's eyes widened considerably. "C-COOOOOOOLD!" Ranma-chan yelled as a freezing yet pleasant sensation rode up and throughout her body. She grabbed onto the sides of Nabiki's head as the woman kept attacking her nipple. "Oh, oh shit! Biki!"

At the neo-girl's cries, Nabiki finally relented. Ceasing with her nipple licking, she looked up at Ranma's blue eyes with a smirk on her face. "A bit chilly I bet..." she said in a teasing voice as she continued to slowly move the chilly treat back and forth along the redhead's love-channel. "So how does that feel?"

Staring down at the woman on her knees, the trans-gendered redhead panted a bit to catch her breath; breasts heaving with each intake of air. "F-fucking cold is how it feels!" Ranma-chan whined as Nabiki slowly pumped the phallic popsicle in and out of her pussy. "I am..." she winced at a particularly twisted thrust. "I'm sogetting you for this..." she promised the Tendo girl.

The most mercenary of the Tendo daughters grinned. "Oh, I welcome it... and for the record, I still want your cock pounding the shit out of my pussy." And she would see to it that she got it. Truth be told, Nabiki had a small pocket drink container of water she picked up from the AsS-Mart; only a few cubic centimeters but still it was warm. She knew it would be a good thing to carry with Ranma around, so his lack of male parts would be easily to rectify... but not yet.

Panting, Ranma shivered as Nabiki rubbed the head of the cherry-flavored popsicle that had been in her mouth against her other nipple. Panting harder for air now, her hot breath was visible in the air for a moment as they froze. "Nabikiiiieeeee..." she whined as the woman pushed more of the popsicle up her womanhood; going stiff as she felt an unfamiliar sensation. "AAAHHHHH!"

Feeling a sudden obstacle within the neo-girl's passage, Nabiki raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you really ARE a cherry?" She smirked as she looked up at Ranma. "Shall we?"

Looking at the middle Tendo, Ranma-chan shook her head violently! "No!" She gasped as the girl still pressed on anyway, making her jump a bit. "Please! I... I'm not ready for... that!" She said between her pants for breath. Throughout it all, Nabiki never stopped rubbing her nipple with the other phallic popsicle.

The Tendo woman's other eyebrow rose to meet her first one. "Hmm? Not ready?" She asked curiously.

The Jusenkyo-cursed victim shook her head rapidly once more. "Nabs... I-ngh!" She gasped. "I'd love to let you have it but I... I'm not ready!"

The middle Tendo sister went quiet for a moment, finally letting up on her teasing of the redhead, if only while she mentally processed those words. "You'd let me deflower you?" Nabiki finally asked, sounding genuinely touched.

Because of her blushing, Ranma-chan's face began to match her hair. "Well, yeah but-"

The devilishly grinning Tendo sister interrupted her. "Then get ready!"

Her eyes widening as the Tendo brew the popsicle back for ramming speed, the redhead understandably shrieked, "Wait!"

Pausing in her motion, Nabiki frowned and looked up at the neo-girl with an annoyed expression. "...Why not?"

Staring at the woman with a half-lidded expression, the redhead dead-panned, "Nabiki, please forgive me if this is harsh but please think. You'd be deflowering me with a POPSICLE!"

Pausing for a moment, Nabiki slowly nodded her head as she admitted, "That would be a little degrading." While not as bad as 'losing it to P-Chan' it was almost down there with it.

Letting out a breath of relief, she didn't realize she was holding, the redhead relaxed her stance. Thank Kami-sama! Maybe now she could get the woman to calm down!

Grinning, the middle Tendo then added, "But that doesn't mean these aren't good tools for helping train you." She smirked. Oh yes, that would teach her for making all those ice-cream jokes!

"Wuh?" Ranma-chan gasped before gagging as Nabiki pushed the cherry popsicle back into her mouth. Her eyes widened as the tip pushed past the back of her throat an down! The icy cherry extension that was molded to portray a pair of testicles pressed against her chin, freezing her lower lip.

With her lover's mouth full, the middle Tendo took the popsicle out of Ranma-chan's love-channel and began to lick and suck on it herself. Mmmm redhead cherry flavor. There was something just so fitting about that...

Although she tried to cough, the plunging frozen confectionary was in the way, teasing her gag reflex as it plunged back and forth. The neo-girl moaned as the other cold treat was pushed back into her womanhood once more, making her shiver in a barely-suppressed delight. It was just so cold! Well, that and her nipples. They'd been left soaked and the temperature kept them freezing; they were poking so far out!

Watching the redhead as she toyed with her, Nabiki smirked with pride at the evolution of Ranma-chan's pleasure, seeing how it went from 'cold and unbearable' to 'cold and stimulating'. It reminded her of the first time she used an ice-cube as a masturbation aide; it was fucking cold but when done right it gave her a wonderful sensation.

Removing the popsicle from Ranma-chan's mouth, Nabiki finally stood up and kissed the blushing redhead. "So... had enough or do you want me to make you cum before you can have your 'revenge' on me?"

Panting for breath, Ranma couldn't believe what she was about to ask for. As much as it embarrassed her, she knew what she wanted at that time. So, mustering her courage, the neo-girl looked into Nabiki's eyes. "Make..." she coughed, the overpowering scent of cherry filling her nasal cavity. Once that was under control, she managed to tell her, "Make me cum."

Smiling widely, Nabiki again leaned in to kiss her. Breaking the lip-lock, she told the other woman, "Oh, I will." That said, she handed Ranma-chan the cherry pop that she'd been feeding her and went back down to kneeling. Nuzzling her face against Ranma-chan's red curls, she brought her right hand up and peeled her lover's folds open. She then mimicked what Ranma had done to her, pushing her tongue deep into the redhead's warmth, while the popsicle she often used on the redhead's cunt was now used to rub Ranma-chan's clit as the Tendo woman began to eat her out.

Closing her eyes, Ranma-chan moaned as she had the woman licking her clit. It felt so... different... and the texture sticky... she wasn't sure if that was from her own juices of bits of melted Cherry Poppersicle... but the fact remained that when she placed that red frozen treat to her clit, the neo-girl grit her teeth as she tried to let off a silent squeal.

Hearing the musical tone of her lover's arousal grow, Nabiki dutifully continued to plunge her tongue deeply into the neo-woman's heat. When she saw Ranma-chan use her own popsicle to join Nabiki's own in working her clit, she smiled. "Good," she thought seriously. "You need to not let your perceptions of your girl half plague you... come on, cum for me, cum for me sweetie. Then we can both give each other a hell of an orgasm when you're male again.

Finally the redhead couldn't take it any longer. Moaning louder than before, Ranma-chan bucked her hips, her folds fluttering and spasming against the Tendo woman's lips before unleashing a torrent of creamy, hot liquid... like molten honey!

Needless to say, Nabiki was surprised. Both by how much she came and the sticky-sweet, thickness of the fluids. Closing her eyes, she dutifully slurped the flow up, loving the flavor. "Mmmm... mmm... oh sweet, you're so sweet," she mumbled between licks and pants of breath.

Panting for breath as she came down from her orgasm, the redhead lightly glared at the woman before her legs. "Buh-bad joke..."

Smiling deviously, Nabiki licked her popsicle, finally getting it thin enough that she could eat the rest of it. She reached down for her jeans and brought out a small five inch tall and one inch wide vial-like thermos. "While not much, this ought to be enough hot water to continue things. Finish your popsicle and then you can use your proper form on me."

Ranma-chan stared down at her, a look of shock across her pretty face. "Wait! If you had that with you then why the hell didn't you use it sooner!?" The redhead yelped, demanding to know why she'd done that for her.

An annoyed looked crossed over the middle Tendo sister's face. "Because," she started in a firm tone of voice as she stood up. "I was proving a point!" She poked the redhead's nose. "One of the things holding you back is that you feel because you can become a girl half the time, you have to prove your manhood because of those stupid preconceptions of manliness instilled by your dumb-ass father!" She flicked the water at her, making the redhead yelp as she changed back to her birth gender.

"You are Ranma Saotome," Nabiki stated firmly. "As a guy or girl... I see you no less as a woman or a man..." taking a deep breath, the woman with the pageboy haircut looked into his sapphire eyes. "I love you Ranma, not the gender...and now." She recapped the mini-thermos before she curled up against him. "I want my lover to fuck the shit out of his Queen."

Nodding his head, Ranma turned Nabiki about and he slapped her ass. "Oh, you can bet your bubble-butt that I'm going to fuck the shit out of you for that," he said firmly. Yet as he pressed the head of his cock at her cunny, a thought hit him... one that made him grin. "Wait... aren't your hips still hurting you?" He slowly began to move his cock away. Play with his girl side like that, will she? Maybe she'd need a little wait.

Alarmed by his sudden with-drawl, the most mercenary of the Tendo sisters looked at him with alarm. "They're healed enough," the woman answered quickly. "Plus I need you... please!" She pleaded, tugging on his arm as she turned about. Shivering as she pressed her back against the wall, she then lifted one leg for easy access.

Looking at the erotic sight, Ranma could feel his resolve weakening. "You sure?" He asked curiously. Yet still, he didn't move to take the bait.

Seeing him standing there, the Tendo woman pouted rather cutely. "Ran~maaaa..." she whined.

Unable to resist any longer, Ranma sighed and walked up to the pleading Tendo. He then slowly rubbed the tip of his lengthy member against her cunt before he slowly slide in. He shivered as he felt his maleness wrapped by the hot, velvety vice that was Nabiki's inner-folds. "Ngh! Oh yeah, that's good."

Pressing her head back against the wall, the woman cried out as she bucked her hips to entice her lover to slide in further. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Ooooooh yeah... that's what mama needs!" She moaned happily. Sure, she felt a pin-prick of soreness but it was negligible.

Pressing up against her and sandwiching her between him and the icy wall, Ranma started to buck his hips. His steely, cherry-syrup-coated manhood plunged back and forth in her cunny, sharing the sweetness... in more ways than one.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Nabiki cried, managing to lift both her legs up, wrapping them around his waist as she clung to him. She was at his mercy as she felt him wail on her pussy like a punching bag. "Fuuuuuuuck... s-so fucking deep! Fuck, it's so good!"

Smiling, Ranma kissed her forehead before he trailed a series of kisses down to her lips. "You're fucking tight and wet Nabs..." he whispered in a low, husky voice. "You really were hot and ready for this," he teased as he thrust his hips back and forth, pounding her mercilessly.

Panting for breath as her stallion rode her, the most mercenary of the Tendo daughters tried to explain, "All the stuff going on was giving me a migraine and I—oh fuck yes—I needed a release! And besides..." she let out a low moan as Ranma ground his cock around inside her. "Buh-besides... I don't think you need me as a lush-drunk."

That comment made the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer raise an eyebrow. "Like those old geezers we call our dads?" He snorted and then gave the woman a particularly hard thrust into her cunt. "No way! I like my Ice Queen the way she is." He breathed hotly as he slowly began to nip along her neck. "With all her wicked personality and wonderful brains and body intact!"

Smiling, the naughty Tendo sister tightened the grip her legs had around her lover's waist. "Mmm... you've-oooh fuck..." she gasped at a particularly nice and fulfilling thrust of her lover's cock. "You really are getting better at sweet talking..." she murmured, the woman in sheer bliss. She then opened her mouth, accepting another sloppy kiss. "Mmm yes... I love you... I fucking love you, Ranma."

Part of Ranma loved to hear her say those words. Yet, he wasn't completely sure how to respond to them. Nabiki told him aside she didn't expect him to fall in love with her, but still he hated not being able to say something back. He wanted to say it but it wouldn't have felt right and in a way that made him ashamed. To get his mind off such thoughts, he told her, "You're not shy saying those words these days."

Panting for breath as her lover continued to move his hips back and forth, she told him, "I can't help it..." she told him, arms rising to wrap around his neck. "With you... like this... I feel freed of all the bullshit that's surrounded my life... just man and woman... lovers... even if a realistic girl like me used to laugh at the notions of 'true love'..." she chuckled bitterly as she bucked her hips then with force. "Look at me. I'm calling your name, saying those words... actually enjoying fucking sex... the world could burn to cinders and I'd be content in this moment."

Ranma smirked. "I'm glad you're content but... let's go for 'ecstatic'." With that said, the pigtailed martial artist did for her what he tried for Cyan. Applying his knowledge and training with the Katchü Tenshin Amaguriken... to his hips!

The effect was instantaneous, speedy and powerful... almost akin to a jackhammer.

Nabiki's eyes threatened to burst out of her skull. She screamed. Screamed good and long as she bite down on Ranma's shoulder, squealing as her mercilessly pounded her cunt. Within moments, she went into not one, not two, but three multi-orgasms almost back-to-back from that alone It was an amazing feeling! Incredible, ecstatic as he said yet just beyond know words and sensations! No WONDER everyone here was calling him an '11'!

Hanging off Ranma, the middle Tendo mewled loudly like a Cat-type in heat. "Ooooh... oooh fuck! Fuck me!" She cried out, even as he continued to plunder her. "Do it, you magnificent bastard! Fuck me until my hips are busted! Fill my pussy until it bursts!" She pleaded as she tightened her legs. She brazenly bit harshly at his neck, uncaring that she was going to leave marks that would be difficult to explain away to Akane or anyone else.

She just didn't care.

Closing his eyes, Ranma groaned at the little bites but kept on moving, his hips thrusting back and forth, back and forth. He wasn't going to lose out on this moment. He was going to work them as hard and fast as he could! He wanted to reach orgasm as a man and he wanted it right then and there, DAMN IT!

"Cum, cum Ranma!" The middle-born Tendo sister demanded of her lover. "Fill my cunt with your sugar! I want it! I NEED IT!" Nabiki screamed as she orgasmed once more, her multi-orgasm not letting her rest. She was entering a sexual nirvana and was fighting to stay conscious.

His eyed clenched shut, Ranma returned the favor. Biting onto her neck, he SLAMMED his cock into her folds, cock throbbing from all the pent up sexual pleasure that had been coursing through him since they entered this frozen room.

In the back of his mind, it was as if they were in the Hiryü Shöten Ha of SEX! Intense heat spiraling within intense cold!

Nabiki cried as her orgasm continued to wrack her body, heightened by her lover continued efforts. She tightened her arms and legs around him, wanting every drop in Ranma's trembling balls. "Fuck yesss..." she hissed in pleasure. "Give it to me... please, give it to me nowww..." she practically rowled.

And then it happened. He came... and hard! It was painful to him to start, one, thick, huge burst into Nabiki that just flooded her, quickly followed my numerous, albeit more normal blasts of his creamy essence.

Oh yes, being worked up in such a unique way allowed him to orgasm just as... uniquely that time. That didn't make it any less pleasurable though.

Eyes widening suddenly, Nabiki then clenched her eyelids shut as she released several blissful coos of pleasure. Wiggling against him as his dick throbbed inside of her, she gasped and moaned. "Oooh... oooh... so... so warm..." she murmured happily.

Groaning, Ranma pressed himself up against his woman. "Yeah... warm," he agreed, it certainly did heat their bodies up. He just hoped he got a chance to towel down before his sweat cooled and ruined the moment.

However, any worries about the moment being ruined by a sudden gender-change would prove to be naught. They were ruined when the door to the storage room was opened, the eldest Tendo's face flushed and the woman wearing only her long purple, fur-collared P.I.M.P. coat. "Ah-HA!" She shouted as she pointed at the two. "There you are!"

"KUH-KASUMI!" Both exclaimed as the eldest Tendo stood at the open door.

Staring at the scene for a long moment, a mischievous smile spread across the obviously laid Tendo's face. She turned about and calmly shut the door, walking over to the still conjoined lovers. ""Naughty, naughty, naughty you two!" She chided as she came up to them. "In a freezer of all places... a very nice touch!" She praised as she gave the two a thumbs-up. "I wish I'd thought of that!"

"Uh... thanks, Sis..." Nabiki replied, her voice unsure as a sweat-drop trailed down the side of her head.

Standing there, Ranma wasn't sure what to do. He hadn't been thinking they'd have been caught. Trying to get the focus off himself and Nabiki, he asked the other Tendo woman, "So, did you get your Milktits?"

The woman grinned with a more natural smile. "Oh yes! Mike's getting the paperwork for me, hence why I came to fetch... you..." her eyes sparkled as she saw their joined sexed. "Oh my..." she whispered huskily. She then kneeled and eyed the leaking fluids from their shared passion. "Mmm... this is delightfully messy... let me..." she licked her lips, "clean you two up."

Realizing what that meant, Nabiki's eyes widened in alarm. "Sis! No! You wouldn't~AAAIIIEEEE!" The Tendo sister squealed as does as a warm and lively tongue attacked her down there.

Groaning as Kasumi's tongue licked about his dripping cock, Ranma nodded his head. "Yeah, thanks Kas-chan... freakin' sweating here despite the cold..." he said, still panting as he pressed himself against Nabiki, arms wrapped around her tightly.

Now it was the Tendo that was caught off-guard. Staring into her lover's eyes, she demanded to know, "Ruh-Ranma! How can you be c-calm when my sister's licking us down there!?

Ranma simply shrugged his shoulders. "It's a Pokégirl World," was his honest answer.

"He's got that right," came another female voice from further in the cooler.

Needless to say, the voice was quite the surprise. Looking down, Nabiki caught sight of an entirely pale blue-skinned woman, hair and eyes a complete white while her lips and nipples that were a beautiful shade of purple. "Ice Maiden," the pokégirl explained. "I also happen to work security here." A smirk crossed her face. "So, you work in porn, huh? Would you like a copy of the security tape?"

Grinning, Kasumi was pleased to respond, "Yes please!"

"WAIT!" Ranma yelped, realization smacking him like a sack full of bricks. "You mean they'd be getting my..." he blushed. "My transformation and..."

"It can be edited to make it seem like two separate people," Kasumi quickly re-assured him. She was interested in getting more work out quickly... even if it didn't include her.

Oh no, she wasn't trying to give Nabiki an edge... she'd have her own tape with a Milktit orgy to push. "Eh heh heh..."

The pigtailed martial artist twitched. That giggle scared him.

Cooing in delight, the Tomboy threw her head back, letting out little squeals of delight. Her legs closed around Kasumi's head, unbelieving in how well the woman could lick pokégirl pussy. "Oh, oh yeessss..." she hissed, squirming as she danced on that tongue.

The human woman with the title of P.I.M.P. continued to work her tongue in and out of the pokégirl's cunt with increasing vigor. "Mmmm you taste so good..." she praised as she flicked her tongue across the engorged clit of the Tomboy, while one hand rubbed her mostly bare mound, teasing the peach-fuzz of red curls that adorned it.

Shivering in delight, Misty brought her hands down, wrapping her fingers into locks of chestnut hair as she clenched her fists. "Oooh... OOOH! By the Thousand Gods! Oh yes, your tongue's a ten, woman! A TEN!" She cried out, shaking her hips to put more pressure down there.

Smiling proudly at the praise, the woman wrapped her tongue around the girls clit and sucked on it, batting the bulb with her tongue while she shoved not one, not two but three fingers into the tight tomboy cunny and pumps with intense vigor.

"AH! Fuh-FUCK! FUCK YES!" The red-tressed Tomboy moaned, shaking her head back and froth like a bobble-doll, her small side ponytail twirling. "Oh yes, you know how to use a tongue! And fingers! MMMPH! Oh yesss..." she hissed in pleasure, loving how the P.I.M.P. worked her pussy.

"Like that, Mi-chan?" Kasumi cooed playfully as she pumped her fingers faster and harder into the Tomboy's cunt. "Do you like my fingers? Then I bet you'lllove this." With that said, she produced a Super Syn-Flesh Super Fucker-Penetrator 3,000 Strap-on. A strap-on with synthetic flesh that felt like the real thing minus the splooge.

The Normal-type pokégirl's eyes sparkle as she stared lovingly at it. It was beautiful, amazing, it was...

*SPLLRRRRT*!

"WUH!?" Misty gasped as the toy started spraying all over her...

"Oh... oh man..." Ash panted as he fell atop of his pokégirl. "That was... awesome!" At last! Sex without any strangeness to it! Straight-forward missionary! Halleluiah, the Thousand Gods HAD listened to his prayers!

Misty blinked her eyes once, twice, her senses slowly returning to normal. "...THAT'S IT?"

Raising his head to look at his Tomboy, Ash inquired, "Huh?"

The woman stared at her Tamer in shock. "I... that was..." she snarled. "That was barely five minutes!"

At the rising anger of his pokégirl, the young son of Nodoka Sexum responded in kind. "No it wasn't! That was ten! It's not my fault you were zoning out!" Ash proclaimed angrily as he pointed to the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed. "And besides, given that I'm still kind of drugged from whatever mom injected into my ass via blow-dart, I think I did VERY well!"

Looking down at Ash, the pokégirl looked up into her Tamer's eyes with a heated glare. "Oh, good Thousand Gods! You're BARELY a 2.4!" She claimed in a scathing, agitated voice.

"E-excuse me?!" Ash growled incredulously. "I'm only fifteen! It's a little difficult to compete with guys who either get their dicks surgically fixed or are just freakishly blessed!" He snorted, "Besides, I'm at least five! You're just exaggerating..."

Despite his protests, the pokégirl continued to glare. "I wasn't talking about inches, I was talking about SKILL! That sex flippin' SUCKED!"

Although he winced at her verbal bashing of his Taming prowess, the young Sexum wasn't done. "I told you, I'm still half out of it from the damn tranquilizers! I'm amazed I got it up! You're the one who said you wanted a Taming!"

"No, I said I NEEDED it," the Tomboy corrected. "I felt the twinges of withdrawal, that's all!" The pokégirl yelled, glaring at him. "But now that you mention it, yes. You ARE a little on the short side..."

With that pot-shot to his manhood, Ash twitched. "Oh for the love of!" Taking a deep breath, the Would-be Pokégirl Harem Master shouted, "Damn it, Misty! NO MATTER WHAT I DO, YOU'RE ANGRY OR UNSATISFIED WITH ME! WHAT DO I GOTTA DO TO PLEASE YOU!?"

The pokégirl sat up, knocking him off her. Staring down at him, she shouted back, "MAYBE TRY AND KEEP HARD LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO GET OFF, FOR STARTERS!?"

"I try!" Ash cried out in exasperation. "But you berate me at every turn!"

The redheaded Tomboy frowned. "This is only the first time I berated you for Taming..." she narrowed her eyes. "Listen buster, either shape up or perhaps I'll tell your mother you need some 'remedial courses'!"

That thread was enough to get through to Ash. His eyes widened with complete and utter fear. "NO! NonononoNOOO! Anything but that!" He shrieked in fear. "I don't need Kinshou fucking me to death!"

Placing her finger on his chest, she leaned forward. "Then get to practicing on your other girls. If you don't get me off the next time, I swear that your mom is going to hear from me!"

"You never TELL me what please you!" He exclaimed in frustration. "I try to ask and you say there's no point!"

The pokégirl stared back at her Tamer. "That's because you should know! Wasn't your mother training you all this time to be the best possible Tamer you could hope to be!?" She demanded to know.

"I TRY TO BLOCK ALL THAT OUT!" He shouted in all seriousness. "IT WAS TRAUMATIZING!"

Groaning, the Tomboy lowered her head. "Great..." she grumbled in annoyance, raising a hand to rub the bridge of her nose to avert an oncoming headache.

Staring at his pokégirl, Ash explained in all honesty how he felt about that portion of his life. "Well, would you like your mother making overt sexual overtones to you, smother you with her tits, grope you or let her pokéwomen screw you until you felt like dying at the age of eight? Most kids don't start training until they're at the least ten!"

Misty stared at her Tamer in shock. "Wait! You had two EXTRA years of training? Shouldn't that have at least ingrained muscle memory into what you do properly!?"

"Not when it's traumatizing!" Ash shrieked. "Azaela's a rough and tumble wolf gal! And then there's Kinshou who..." he looked away from his pokégirl, reddening in the face, "just loved using vibrators on my ass." He sighed in shame. "Like I said, I block it out because it didn't feel like training but rather torture!" Granted in a weird parallel to his brother Ranma, when Ash was oversexed and zonked out, he didn't know it but he went into a 'zone'. He could uber-fuck anyone but the trauma made it hard for him to truly recall his training.

"I could come back with vibrators if need be," came the familiar female voice of Kinshou from outside of the door to Ash's room.

Shrieking in fear, the Pokégirl Tamer cried back to the door, "NO NEED! NO NEED!"

Lowering her head in disbelief Misty sighed in defeat. Apparently her Tamer had some legitimate problems with his performance... oh yes, when she saw that Professor Stroak again, she as going to give him a kick square in his wrinkled scrotum!

"How's that, dear?" asked Nodoka, as the Sexum matriarch and her pokéwomen helped the youngest Tendo back into her bed.

Akane just nodded, still slightly confused at the woman before her, wondering how much of this Nodoka had laid buried in the Auntie from back home. The whole trip back to the PokéCenter had been a disaster as far as she was concerned.

What were Ranma's fetishes? Did he have a favorite position? How long had they been sleeping together? Did he have any pokékits or children out there?

And the less said about any question she had asked that included the phrase 'like his father, does he?' the better. The few sexual habits she had learned about 'Uncle Genma' of this world would probably haunt her until the day she died. Hell, she'd never be able to look at the part-time panda ever again when they made it home.

They would make it home. No way would she stand for staying in this perverted universe forever.

"Well dear," said Nodoka, as her two pokéwomen returned to her side, "I did want to make you an offer."

"Offer?" squeaked Akane. Oh no! She's gonna molest me!

"Well, I heard you didn't receive a starter pokégirl yet," continued Nodoka, taking no notice of Akane's fear as she smoothed out the covers. "And I understand how hard that can be for a female Tamer."

"Huh?"

"Well, almost all pokégirls given out as Starters are strictly heterosexual," Nodoka replied, pulling up a seat to the bed. "As a result, almost all of them given to a female Tamer starting out tend to be poor matches."

"I… guess I get that," said Akane.

"Well, some do move closer together," offered Nodoka. "But this also means most female Tamers lose patience and give up being Tamers."

"But some do get pokégirls that are bisexual or lesbian," she continued. "And those go on to become strong and respected Tamers," Nodoka said, grabbing Kinshou's hand. She remembered when she had first acquired the then Domina. Oh, those first adventures, the establishing of who was in charge, the way she taught her how to properly snap a whip using Genma…

Good times…

"They don't do that?" asked Akane. "I mean, shouldn't there be a few set aside for female Tamers?"

"Well, there's the difference between common sense and political reality," sighed Nodoka. "I mean, one would think they would acquire a few pokégirls every year specifically for female Tamers. But since going into the wilds and grabbing a few wild pokégirls or acquiring a few fresh pokékits from a Ranch is easier…"

"Anyway, to illustrate the point," Nodoka said, pulling a PokéBall from her belt. "This beauty is a pure lesbian pokégirl known as a Psi-Dyke. And they gave her to some male Tamer who…" Nodoka paused, taking a calming breath. Even Akane could see how upsetting it was for her to talk about it.

"After our Mistress heard the fool male Tamer had struck her for what he considered insolence," offered Azalea, "she adopted her and promised to find a strong female Tamer for her."

"Um… I'm not too familiar with the type," said Akane sadly. "The prep-tests never went into lesbian or heterosexual pokégirls too much." Actually, now that she thought about it, the test had pretty much skipped anything about sexuality.Maybe Kasumi was right about those people who made the test. Maybe they simply thought anything female just simply had to be fu—molested.

Nodoka nodded. I swear those fools will never learn. Perhaps if the test was a bit harder, a bit more rounded, we wouldn't have so many idiots in the field. "Well dear, you could use your new PokéDex," giggled Nodoka.

"Oh," Akane replied with an embarrassed blush. She had entirely forgotten the thing after receiving it. After all, she hadn't had much use for it until now. Hell, the test hadn't even asked any questions about it. "Um, how? They didn't give me an owner's manual or anything."

"Just point it at the pokéball here and click on the 'Identify' button," Nodoka coached as Akane grabbed her PokéDex off the nearby table and did so.

PSI-DYKE, the Man-Hating Pokégirl Type: Humanoid/Near Human Element: Psychic Frequency: Rare Diet: carnivorous (ferals prefer raw freshly-killed meat) Role: Anti-Human Psychic Task Force Libido: exclusively lesbian, moderately High Strong Vs: Fighting, Poison, Psychic Weak Vs: Bug, Dark, Ghost Attacks: Teleport, Quick, Agility, Telekinesis Enhancements: Night vision, unique skin, functional claws Evolves: Psivamp (Moon Shard), Psilady (battle stress) Evolves From: None Psi-Dykes are not common for many reasons, not the least of which is their carnivorous eating habits. Threshold and Domesticate Psi-Dykes look Near Human so long as they don't become feral. Psi-Dykes don't have a unique appearance, but all Psi-Dykes have a unique skin takes on a smooth, almost oily, texture. Their skin allows them to resist 'pruning' in water and gives them a silken touch. Feralborn Psi-Dykes, a true rarity, and any Psi-Dyke who DOES go feral do not look very humanoid. Their skin turns a faint turquoise color and looks almost scaly, even though it isn't. Their eye colors usually invert (save for their pupils), and their claws lengthen to an inch, but become retractable. When feral, Psi-Dykes have a tendency to separate things into that which can be mated with and that which is food. Everything else is a concern only in how it can be used to get either more things to mate with or more things to eat. If Domesicate or a Threshold Pokégirl takes a female human lover, she will return to her Near Human appearance, save for her claws, which remain retractable. Their psychic powers are considerable and only the strongest willed of female Tamers has been known to keep in control of a Psi-Dyke when she's "in the mood". Feralborn Psi-dykes have also been known to cause some dismay due to their habit of swallowing live rodents whole, though some have adopted a more civilized habit of biting the heads off before devouring their meal. Domesticate or Threshold Psi-Dykes may seek out a Khangasscunt or a Chickenlittle to fulfill their meat needs. When feralborn or domesticate born, Psi-Dyke instinctively hate males, and it's believed that they may have been made as an attempt to keep Pokégirls from going feral and joining mankind. Domesticate Pokégirls can usually keep their hatred in check to the point that they can be nice to men who are well-mannered or good at heart; but Feralborn Psi-Dykes have a harder time tolerating any man. Threshold Pokégirls do not arbitrarily change their opinions about men, but slowly find themselves less and less attracted to male until only bishounen-esque men (i.e. men who are pretty to the point of being feminine in appearance) can even begin to arouse them. Eventually, 95% of all threshold Psi-Dykes will find that the strongest relationships they can have with men is purely friendship. Threshold Psi-Dykes are the most likely to even attempt to engage in a heterosexual relationship, but find themselves requiring female companionship as well, due to the fact that Psi-Dykes are among the rare Pokégirls whose taming cycle is 100% satiated from taming from a female, while a taming with a male will result in only 10% effectiveness. As such, it requires five tamings to get them as satiated as a normal Pokégirl would be with a female tamer. In the rare even that a male tamer winds up with a Psi-Dyke, it's suggested that they get a Dark-type Pokégirl or a trusted Pokégirl (i.e. bonded to the tamer) to be the Psi-Dyke's regular lover.

"Wow," murmured Akane. "She definitely sounds strong." Part of her wondered if this Psi-Dyke would at least be able to stand being around Ranma—at least when he was male.

"Oh, she is," Nodoka nodded in reply. With gentle movements, she placed the Psi-Dyke's PokéBall in Akane's hand.

The youngest Tendo sat there speechless. Part of her felt proud she given such a strong pokégirl. A part of her was upset she considered the poor creature inside the PokéBall as something that could be given away. And a very large part of her was worried what would happen when it came time to *gulp* tame her.

Never did she ever consider if her will was strong enough to control the 'spirited' pokégirl.

"Now I know it won't be your official starter," Nodoka continued. "They'll probably be sending you one before the week is out." If not, they'll be hearing from me! Really, the girl doesn't even have an e-mail yet telling her when to expect one! And how the hell did those scammers get her e-mail address already? She's barely had the thing for a few hours! "But you strike me as the kind of girl who would be a perfect match for this young beauty."

Akane just blinked for a moment, giving the scary analog of Auntie Saotome a glare. "Are you saying I'm gay?" she asked with a hint of anger in her voice.

"Not at all, dear," calmly stated Nodoka. "Unlike men, a woman's sexuality is dynamic. We—with a few exceptions like that pretty in your hands—can find pleasure on both sides of the fence. I'm sure you have enjoyed the skills of my manly son until now. As such, I have no doubt that so too will you enjoy her spirited advances as well."

Akane blushed heavily, trying to figure out what to say. She remembered all too well how Auntie Saotome had been like with her seppuku contract and anything concerning how 'manly' Ranma was acting and could be perceived. Could this Nodoka be even worse? Was there some sort of contract waiting for Ranma here?

Nodoka however noticed something odd. "My, oh my; did you two not have sex yet?"

"Of course not!" Akane said loudly, old patterns of denial surfacing.

"Well, that is a problem," said Nodoka, finger tapping her chin, assuming that Akane's anger was more towards either not having had sex or her son being unable to find the time to do such. It never occurred to her that Akane's anger had been at the fact such a question had been asked. "I assume you were planning a lovely night of passion when you had your accident."

Akane gulped, turning to look away, knowing she had to say this right and not appear to be lying. This version of Auntie was a huge pervert, someone who wanted to bed her own son. Moreover, giving her the wrong answer would probably be bad. It might expose them if not make Auntie angry with Ranma.

He so owes me for this! "Well, we did plan to… later on…" she said, blushing furiously. It wasn't exactly a lie. It could have happened… if they ever got married… you know… in the distant future.

"Awwwww," said the elder woman and two pokéwomen.

"Well then," smiled Nodoka, straightening Akane's hair and turning the girl back around to face her, "I'm sure when you get healthy, you and my manly son can finally have your long awaited joining.

"But make sure you take proper care with that Psi-Dyke," she continued. "She's had some very bad experiences with men already. So you should be very careful having her out near my manly son. They have been known to have quite the strong jealous streak at times. But I'm sure if you settle her down and have a nice long chat that having one does not mean you will give up the other, certainly something can be worked out."

"Really?"

"Well, it'll take a lot of work," mumbled Nodoka. "Angie always had trouble with her Psi-Dyke, Jennifer, being upset with her husband, always complaining that some 'Breeder' was stealing her pussy and such. To be honest, it isn't that unusual for a woman to hand off her Psi-Dyke when they become involved with a man," she said sadly. "But I know you'll be strong enough to ensure this doesn't happen to you. I'm sure that between the two of you, you'll be able to work something out."

Akane nodded, blushing furiously as she imagined one possible scenario she could see happening; when said Psi-Dyke discovered Ranma's Jusenkyo Curse. If anything, it would probably be all that would keep the pokégirl from throwing fits about Ranma—if not constantly trying to activate Ranma's curse. Normally, she'd never believe a female could act so perverted.

But given how Kasumi was acting, the fact said female was a pokégirl, and the general run of their luck, Akane began reciting a small prayer that she too wouldn't be dragged down into this insanity.

Luckily, she was saved from further embarrassment by a knock on the door. Slowly, the excitable Peekabu poked her head in. "Um, Mistress Akane?"

"Yes?" winced said Tendo, not believing that for a moment, that title had felt… normal. I've been here WAY too long.

"The proctor assigned by the judge is here. And since Master is gone to help Mistress Kasumi acquire her Milktits, she decided she wanted to speak to you for a bit," Kiiro responded nervously.

"Really?" asked Akane.

"Don't worry, dear," whispered Nodoka, patting the girl's hand, her smile reminding Akane way too much of Auntie. "It doesn't matter who this prick is; I won't let him harm you."

Oddly, the intended effect did calm Akane down and give her some confidence. "Sure, bring them in."

"Okay," said Kiiro, before she turned her head back, saying something that Akane couldn't make out.

Soon enough, the door opened fully, as the Elf pokégirl, Cassandra, walked in, escorting a buxom blond that was equally familiar to Akane.

"Ah, and how are you feeling today, Ms. Tendo?" inquired Tsunade, making her way over towards the bed, taking the chart in-hand.

"Better," Akane said cautiously.

Nodoka just blinked, staring at the blond—trying not to feel a spike of jealousy that she was exposing even more cleavage than the Sexum Matriarch. "Wait, I met you once."

"Excuse me?" asked Tsunade, pausing in her scan of the girl's file, spotting several obvious errors that she would try to look into later. NurseJoys just weren't that incompetent.

"Yes," nodded Nodoka. "We were in that conference at the Sunshine League, the one where Team Trauma and those second-rate rip-off Teams tried to Love Ball all of us."

"What?" yelled Akane.

Nodoka just waved her concern off. "Oh, they tried to gather the best and the brightest, turn us all into pokégirls, and then either keep us of sell us off on the black market.

"Problem was that the little pricks didn't expect anyone to actually fight back," she finished in a feral smile.

"Ah yes," murmured Tsunade, that week coming back to her. "As I recall, you had your Domina reduce a few males to eunuchs."

Kinshou nodded happily. It was so great to do that. "It was a little hard, such small targets and everything."

"Oh, she evolved."

"Happy no matter what," smiled Nodoka. "Actually, she evolved from that battle. And as I recall, you did shove some LostTech into some places they don't normally go."

"Was there not some poles as well, Mistress?" asked Azalea.

Tsunade's smile turned feral. "Ah yes… Good times, good times…

"Anyway, I came here today to interview Ranma, get a grasp of his abilities so I could set up his servicing hours in a way that wouldn't leave a lot of civil service pokégirls with substandard taming simply because we overworked him."

"Okay," nodded Nodoka. "You're thankfully more intelligent than most proctors. They'd try and get the poor Tamers to go the entire sentence straight in order to have it done and over with." She'd seen more than a few Tamers in her time have their reputations forever ruined by a bad report because they couldn't go the distance demanded.

"And how do you plan to get a… grasp of his abilities?" asked Akane, glaring at the woman. Analog or not, she could feel the usual 'other fiancé hitting on the baka' rage beginning to grow.

Tsunade simply raised an eyebrow. Possessive little thing.

Then again, if that BoobTube video was any indication, I might be too. Sadly, she couldn't afford such a scandal of having a young stud Tamer at her beck and call. It was hypocritical—what with the older Tamers had no trouble taking young human women, but what could you do.

But one could dream about such caring and closeness.

"Oh! I know!" exclaimed Kiiro, as she darted out of the recovery room.

"Oh, this won't end well," muttered Cassandra.

"Um, where are the others?" asked Akane, wondering where the alien skunk-girl and the pervert cat-girls were. She certainly didn't feel safe with them running about—not that she felt safe with them near here either. But since Ranma was in this mess because he took the fall to protect Asrial, she felt a certain… responsibility to watch out that he hadn't stupidly sacrificed himself in vain.

"What the hell are All-Day-Suckers?" whispered Asrial, the two cat-types on either side of her.

"Time release medicine sticks," offered Cyan. "They're soaked in medicine for just a few minutes, but they rapidly absorb the fluids. Releasing them however, is a slow process. Basically, you'll have the fluids being released constantly for almost twenty four hours, depending on which type you get."

"So what? They just keep these things in their mouth that long, like candy?"

Cyan nodded.

"And why are we asking a NurseJoy in on Mast—Ranma and the Tendos secret for these things? I mean, what medicine do we have—EEP!" she squeaked, feeling the black-furred pokégirl's hands found themselves once again molesting her sex.

"Why, one of the best tastes on the planet, Alpha Asrial," smirked Alice.

"Want to try one out?" asked the smiling NurseJoy, holding a box of one hundred blanks.

"Found them!" cried Kiiro as she entered into the recovery room once more, a small stack of DVDs in her arms.

Oh no! mentally cried Cassandra. Please let her remember not to inform Mistress Akane that Master has already Tamed her two sisters!

The Peebau handed the small stack of DVDs to the older women, smiling all the time, excitedly bouncing in place. "The staff was kind enough to always record Master's Taming sessions with his pokégirls," Kiiro stated. "And I figure that help you learn how to set Master's schedule!"

The women in question looked at the DVDs in awe, holding them as if they were sacred relics.

Nodoka knew her son had been there only for a few days, but to amass such a collection of Tamings with his own harem… not to mention what made it onto BoobTube and the possibility that more could have occurred outside the viewing of cameras… one thing was certain, her Manly Son definitely had some stamina.

Tsunade was thinking along similar terms. In the past, the Ranma Saotome she knew could handle maybe three pokégirls in a day, two if one was something along the level of a Vixxen in terms of needs. Even then, he'd be tired and sluggish for almost half the next day, even if he got a full night's sleep.

But this Ranma wasn't. It looks like he finally learned some secrets or at least to pace himself. Oh, I wonder which.

"Um, excuse us," stated Kinshou, looking over the shoulders of the two human women, "but who drew the covers?"

"Oh, a Nurse Mandy did," said Kiiro. "She's really good with artwork." What was left unsaid to them was that most of the NurseJoy's artwork had been caricatures of fool-hardy Tamers who had wandered into town. The one everyone loved was of a Tamer nude, several magnifying glasses over his crotch, with the caption 'We'll find it one day!'

Akane just stared, uncertain how she should be taking this new turn, idly fingering her pokéball. Part of her knew she should be upset, the reason varying from people recording Ranma doing that to Ranma allowing that to be recorded. Part of her warned her to be quiet, remembering Nabiki's speech and her own studies, not wanting to blow their cover. And finally part of her was cursing whatever thing Happosai had done to send them to this world. Because as much as she wanted to blame the whole chain of events on Ranma or the hussies who went after him, this world had 'Happosai' written all over it.

Further indecision was cut off as four others entered the room, a NurseJoy Akane swore was named Jill, the two missing catgirls, and one very embarrassed looking alien skunk-girl.

I don't wanna know. That one thought derailed the internal rage and confusion, making things so much simpler for the youngest Tendo, teaching her a lesson her father had mastered once upon a time.

Ignorance is Bliss.

"Well, ladies," said Nurse Jill, looking about the room, "I'll have to ask you all to leave so I can perform a checkup on Ms. Tendo."

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" asked Tsunade, her desire to help people for a moment overriding her curiosity about what lay on those DVDs.

"No, I can handle it," smiled the NurseJoy, not wanting to risk her patient's secret being discovered. "Besides, there isn't too much to do right now besides letting her heal naturally."

"Do you know if you have a conference room where we can watch these?" asked Nodoka, nearly foaming at the mouth at the prospect of seeing her child in action, but somehow still keeping her usual stature.

"I believe Conference Room 3 is still open with the video equipment," said Jill.

"Excellent!" exclaimed Nodoka. "Come along, girls," she said with a smile. "We may need your input on your Master's abilities in the Taming Room."

"YEAH!" cried Kiiro.

"Awesome!" stated the Cheetits and the Shadowcat, before they looped their arms around Asrial and dragged her back towards the door.

"Come along, Alpha," stated Alice.

"Yes, as Alpha, you would have the most insight into how Master 'handles' us." Cyan was practically purring.

"Help me!" squeaked Asrial, face pale—a considerable accomplishment considering her face was covered in white fur—as the two giggling cats dragged her back out, shutting the door behind them and leaving Akane alone with Jill.

"Uh… will she be okay?" asked Akane.

"Oh, she'll be fine," waved off the pokégirl as she set the scanning apprentice into place. "You can see it in their eyes that they really care for and respect that girl."

"They do?" asked Akane, as she sat her pokéball on the bedside table, being careful to place it so it wouldn't roll away and fall.

Jill nodded. "I've seen the whole gambit of emotions here, so I would like to believe I can read certain things in pokégirls. Cyan and Alice respect Asrial, probably through some test you'd rather not know anything about. But she somehow gained their respect, especially after their defeat of those Rocket clowns. They won't do anything to damage her."

"So their way of expressing respect is to molest her?" asked Akane.

Jill just shrugged. "Ours is a world built on lust, Ms. Tendo. Nudity isn't an issue, sex is rarely something more than a way to say 'I care for you'. It isn't always pretty, but it does make for some close relationships.

"Not that I don't expect Alice to try at some point to take the Alpha position," she continued, setting up the computer to begin the scan. "She strikes me as someone who prefers the most dominant role she can get. But for now, Asrial is held high enough to prevent that."

"Will they… try that with me?" Akane asked quietly.

"Depends on the pokégirl," came the reply. "Some require a very strong and firm hand to keep them in line. Some will have no problem with being submissive because of that. But some won't hesitate to take over a harem from their Tamer if they find a weakness to exploit. Pokégirls in that way are just like humans; you never truly know what they will do, but you generally know the range of their habits."

"What about her?" asked Akane, looking towards her first pokégirl.

"What is she?"

"I think they said she was a Psi-dyke."

"Feral bred or domestic?"

"I'm not sure," stated Akane, feeling very uncertain.

"Well, after we're done, I can show you how to pull up her history, which should have some information on where she originated from.

"But for her, you'll need to show her who is in charge from the first moment you release her. Otherwise, she may use you as a puppet to control the harem."

Akane gulped, before nodding her head, steeling her resolve. After all, she had plenty of time practicing on Ranma. Surely some strange girl would be no trouble.

Right?

"Well then, let's check and make sure that tissue and that kidney are working perfectly."

Akane nodded as she leaned back, closing her eyes as Jill removed the sheets. At least she could put it off for a little while longer.

She hoped.

Paul Simons rubbed his forehead, ignoring the pain-filled moans of his team on the aircraft.

It should have been an excellent day for him. They had heard rumors that Professor Steamhead's assistant was on a vacation, a perfect time to abduct the fool, get needed intelligence on what the psychotic professor was up to, security plans, and such for a raid to gather items to further Team Rocket's cause.

It took a bit of a downturn when the tracker they had placed on his vehicle as he passed a town showed him turning down a path that skirted Deliverance Woods, but hey; it wasn't like those imbred mountain folk even had a settlement that close to the road.

And then things looked up when they learned the assistant was carrying something the Professor had wanted him to destroy. Well, Team Rocket never met a weapon they didn't like.

And then apparently every hillbilly in the damned Woods decided they wanted to be hanging out there that day.

Well, his team had done him proud—i.e. they made sure to stand between him and the semi-nude hicks that decided act like first year Tamers at a Vixxen Pleasure House. But hey, at least his Hershey Highway was still a one-way street.

"Vance, did you get that moron's PokéDex fixed yet?" he asked. It was pretty hard to rob someone let alone send a ransom message when their PokéDex was offline.

"The horror… the horror," muttered Vance, laying down in his seat, cuddled into the fetal position. "The things I saw… the things I felt… the things that… touched me…"

"Dumbass," growled Paul as he stomped over to his 'former' tech specialist and grabbed the device.

"It just needs a battery," said Jeremy, chained and bound like Assrial to a pair of seats in the front, ensuring that there was no place for them to hide any escape attempts.

"What? Did the assistant forget to charge his battery?" smirked Paul.

"No," snorted Assrial. "Master just didn't count on that dick stealing it."

"…Seriously?"

"Do you even know what Professor Steamhead is like?" asked Jeremy.

Sighing as his headache got worse, Paul stormed over to his makeshift desk, placing the PokéDex on top as he made his way towards a small supply stash, looking for a replacement battery, hoping the stored memory on the PokéDex was at least intact.

BANG!

Ignoring the sound of a gunshot going off, he returned to his desk, inserting the battery into the device, and flipped it on.

Well, he thought he flipped it on. "Damn it," he growled as nothing happened. "Vance, get your ass," he paused, rethinking his words. "Get over here and fix this damned thing!"

"He's the guy that went into the bathroom that gunshot came from," muttered Jeremy.

Blinking, Paul looked up. Sure enough, Vance was no longer in his seat and the sign above the lavatory illuminated the 'Suicide' symbol, right before a hissing sound was heard, signaling that a dead body was being 'flushed' from the aircraft. "Prick was always thinking of himself before others," grumbled Paul as he sat back down. "Couldn't he have killed himself after he fixed this thing?"

Jeremy and Assrial said nothing. It was hardly a shock to them that Rocket grunts didn't handle having their black cherry's plucked. Not many guys did, which was why Love Balling prisoners was considered a punishment worse than death.

Growling at how bad his day was quickly becoming, Paul removed the screws from the back of the PokéDex, hoping to the Thousand Gods it was something simple.

It was of course, but not in a good way.

"Dear Jeremy," he read aloud. "I owe you one PokéDex Main Circuit Board. Signed, Professor Johan Steamhead."

"Master, when we get out of this, I say we burn him alive," growled Assrial.

"Can't we report him or something first?" asked Jeremy. "I do kinda need the job."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" yelled Paul. If he didn't need them to describe what horror was inside the Master Ball to the scientists back at the base they were now headed to, he'd shoot them too.

"Sir," came the pilot's voice over the speaker, "we have an incoming call from the Base, Major Payne."

"…Please tell me that isn't his codename?" asked Assrial.

Paul ignored her as he activated a nearby screen. "Sir!"

"Did you acquire the targets?" asked the man, sitting at a black marble desk, smoking a cigar.

"Yes sir!" stated Paul. "We acquired the assistant to Steamhead, his Alpha, and something locked inside a Master Ball that from what we gathered, Steamhead wanted destroyed."

"Well then, it seems this trip wasn't a complete waste."

"We did lose some men from an attack near Deliverance Woods," stated Paul, not wanting to spring such a surprise on the Major when they returned. Manpower might be cheap, but no one wanted to be caught not informing your superiors that unknown to them, their forces had been cut a while ago, especially in a battle.

"How many?"

"We lost three during the assault from those assholes," stated Paul. "But we slaughtered at least twenty of the bastards."

"So you faced only a small force of the D-people," sighed Payne.

Paul's eyes went wide at that. There had to have been close to a hundred hicks fighting them. And that was only a small force!? How many of them were there running around those woods?

"So any other issues?"

"No sir," said Paul. "The rest of my team is returning, all fourteen—"

BANG!

"All thirteen of them will be there shortly." At this rate, it'll just be the pilots, me, and the prisoners. Can't the fuckers wait to off themselves until after we land!?

"Very well," stated Payne. "We shall await your return. Payne ou—"

BANG!

"…" Sighing, the Major simply shut off the video link.

Paul simply let his head fall onto the desk. "This is bull—"

"—shit," muttered El Ray as he looked around the back of the store for his missing star(s). "I can't believe you gave her three Milktits."

"Well forgive me for being front row for a Milktit orgy I'm praying that was recorded by the security cameras," stated Mike, once again cursing his non-functional equipment.

"I thought I heard her tell you to kiss her ass."

"She did and Thousand Gods be praised, I did," smiled Mike. Even the skin of a human woman tasted exotic, especially when covered with Milktit milk and pussy juice. His one regret now had been that he hadn't been able to get to kiss or even fondle those heavenly pink nipples.

"And how do you plan to explain to your bosses how you gave away three of their prized Milktits?"

"Trust me, when they see that video, they'll be glad I only gave away three."

Soon, they found their quarry, coming out of the Freezer with an Ice Maiden who was a security guard according to the logo on what little clothing she wore.

"If you will give me a few minutes, I shall have the security footage you need duplicated," stated the Ice Maiden, sucking on a Cherry Poppersicle.

"Oh thank you," said Kasumi with her usual smile, sucking on a cherry ice treat of her own. "And you were right; the cream ones are the best!"

Mike blinked for a moment. "I didn't know they made cream-filled Cherry Poppersicles."

Nabiki just buried her head into Ranma's shoulder; face flushed with embarrassment for what her sister and the security guard had done rather than from what she had done in the freezer. We are so going to have a nice little chat with Kasumi about boundaries! Though she did have a whole new respect for Ranma for taking that frozen treat up her pussy.

"Ms. Kasumi," said El Ray, "I was hoping we could go over a few things about our contract, namely where to deliver the equipment to and how you'll go about sending us new footage."

"Of course," said the smiling Kasumi, proceeding to do things to her cum-coated treat that made the two older men stare in amazement. "We also need to talk about Ranma's special ability."

"You mean that corkscrew twist he does with his hips?" asked Mike.

"No, his other ability that wasn't video-taped until now," she replied. "Is there a hot water and cold water tap back here we can use?"

"Over here," stated Mike, smiling as his mind looped the images of all he had seen today. At that moment, he would have given her his entire Milktit herd and slit his own throat if she had all but asked.

"Uh… Kasumi," stuttered Ranma, a bit nervous about changing in front of strangers, "is this a good idea?"

"Well, they'll want to know about it sooner or later, Ranma," said Kasumi, looking as innocent as she had been before their arrival in the pokégirl world. "And I'm sure we can trust Mike and Mr. Cockteasegro."

"Had I not seen it before my eyes, I would never have believed it," stated El Ray in shock.

Mike nodded. "No one ever leaves Jusenkyo truly the same," he murmured.

"But still, considering the stories of people who actually did make it out of there, you really got off easy."

"This is easy?" muttered Ranma, her back to them as she drained the excess water out of her shirt. What was with everyone always deciding the best way to see the curse involved nearly drowning her?

"There have been tales of some crawling out as pokégirls or things that had to be put down fast before it caused more deaths," stated Mike in a dark voice.

Ranma just gulped nervously as Nabiki poured enough water on her to trigger the change her love interest back to his male form. "Yeah, guess that would have been worse," he muttered as he put his shirt back on.

"Well, I guess we can work around this," said El Ray, his mind going over the possibilities. While it was definitely a good sign that there was yet another hot human female to see in the videos now, he could understand the Saotome Tamer's reluctance to let that news out. Why just this morning, he had heard the news that some stupid male Tamer had attacked some redheaded human female last night, thinking she was a pokégirl.

And it wasn't just stupid males that would be interested in such a thing. From creepy scientists to desperate wackos and even the Teams, they would hound the man.

And that didn't include what the Porn Mafia would do to acquire such a talent.

"We can claim she's your sister," he continued.

"Ranko Saotome," suggested Kasumi.

"Okay, we'll draw up a contract for a 'Ranko Saotome' as well," he continued. "You'll need to sign it as a female though in case some noisy asshole decided to verify anything."

"Huh?" asked Ranma.

"Most contracts require a DNA scan nowadays, especially the ones for consent we'll have for you by the end of the day," El Ray offered. "If both contracts register the same DNA, that is bound to raise a few red flags I'd rather avoid."

"But what the hell did we sign before?"

"Proof of intent to start things off," El Ray responded. "To be honest, I was only counting on maybe getting one or two of you to sign. I had no idea I would need five contracts."

"Five?" asked Nabiki.

"Well, there are four humans in your group, five counting your second form, Mr. Saotome."

Nabiki just blinked, before palming her head. "You can't be serious," she muttered.

"Oh, I'm sure Akane will sign after we explain things to her." Kasumi kept on her innocent smile, but Nabiki noticed how her sister's hand was spinning the leftover stick from the Poppersicle.

"Yeah, you go do that," muttered Nabiki. That was one conversation she most certainly did not want to have with her youngest sister, right up there with the eventual informing Akane that Ranma had already nailed the other two Tendo sisters. In fact, she might want to be hiding in the RV on the other side of town when that first conversation took place.

"Here are your copies," stated the Ice Maiden, arriving to the group and handing Kasumi several copies of the footage from the freezer. "You're lucky that the former store owner was especially paranoid, otherwise you wouldn't have sound."

"And here you go, Mr. Cockteasegro," said Kasumi. "I look forward to seeing what you can do with it."

The Ice Maiden however had moved on to Ranma and Nabiki. "And you two are welcome to come by at anytime," she stated with a near purr. "I have no problem letting you experience those chilling moments again."

"Uh thanks," muttered Ranma, forcing a smile on his face. Now that the high from the sex was wearing off, his nerves were acting up again.

Nodding, the Ice Maiden pulled him into a deep kiss, surprising Ranma with the icy touch of her tongue.

Pulling back, she could only smile. "Wow," she murmured, before treating Nabiki to the same treatment.

As she pulled back, Nabiki licked her lips, tasting cherry and… mint? Okay, odd, but definitely in a good way. She couldn't help but stare as the ice pokégirl sashayed back towards the freezer, her half-naked form swaying in ways that made the Ice Queen lick her lips.

"Oh, they'll be back," giggled Kasumi with a smile, causing both her sister and Ranma—who had also been staring at the retreating Ice Maiden's backside—to whip around to focus on her. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if my sister tried to add her to her forming harem," she finished, giving Nabiki a wink.

Nabiki just directed a glare at her sister. Oh, how she wanted to yell at the older woman, perhaps even slap her for everything she had done in the last half hour. But she was held back only by not knowing how this Kasumi would respond. She was a far distance from the shy little pseudo housewife of Nerima. And to be honest, Nabiki didn't want to vent and end up in a sexual situation by the newest P.I.M.P. of this world.

"Hmm, maybe needing some requested audio to splice into the video to make it sound like something else," El Ray murmured, staring at the video as he played it on his laptop, ignoring the others for the moment. "Maybe use a dream sequence shot, add in some audio, make it seem she was flashing back to something…"

"Is he always like that?" asked Ranma, pointing out the mumbling man.

"Ray's the type who can get focused on his work," sighed Mike. "Right now, he's deciding on just about anything and everything needed to keep the deal with you and turn it out into a major money maker." He then turned his head and shouted, "RAY!"

"Huh?" asked the man, looking up from the freezer porn footage.

"You got anything else to say before they go?"

"Oh? Oh yes!" El Ray finished quickly, stopping the playback. "You all are staying at the local PokéCenter, right?"

"Until Akane gets declared ready to leave and Ranma's sentence is finished," informed Kasumi. "After that, we're thinking of taking the standard path for those on a Tamer's Journey."

The other transdimensional people in the room stared at her. Kasumi had actually put some thought into this?

"But the next stop is Cerulesbian," stated Mike.

"Oh, it is?" asked Kasumi. "I'll have to ask Misty when we get back about getting the proper paperwork filled out to go there. I heard they can be very strict with who they let in."

"You don't know the half of it," muttered Mike. Hell, even he, a lifetime worker for Fortune Farms, couldn't even get access to the city to set up a Milktit Milk Sample Booth. They had sent some first year employee named Abby. Damn newbie, she barely knows which end of a Milktit to milk.

"Well then we should get started right away," Kasumi said, nodding in satisfaction.

"…Right," muttered Nabiki, wondering just when her sister had planned to inform them of this itinerary. Probably when we arrived there after we let her drive for a while, Nabiki thought bitterly. Oh yes, my sister; we are going to have a long conversation about all of this when I don't feel afraid you'll shove a frozen treat up my pussy again.

"I'll have those contracts and stop by tonight in a few hours," said El Ray. "Contracts this important I will handle personally."

"Well, we'll await your arrival," smiled Kasumi. "But don't take too long. I have my Milktits to tame tonight."

Mike stared at her in shock. "But what about what happened in their pen?"

"Oh, that was just us getting to know each other," said Kasumi. "They deserve a proper taming and that requires a nice bed, maybe some plastic sheets," she added, remembering how their milk sometimes just squirted out. "I'll have to ask the ladies at the PokéCenter about that. I'm not sure if they have rules about that or not.

"Oh well, come along you two," she finished with a giggle, holding up three PokéBalls. "We need to get them home and introduce them to everyone. And Ranma-kun, you still need to spend time with your mother."

The pigtailed Tamer cringed at the mentioning of his mother.

"Don't worry, Ranma," hissed Nabiki into his ear. "It's just like what Kasumi did to me in the freezer." She enjoyed watching his face pale. "I might consider it payback, but remember: it is the Pokégirl World. These things happen."

"Would it help if I said I was sorry?" he asked as Nabiki took his arm and led him away.

"Not likely, but you never know."

"I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

"…Nope, didn't help at all. But keep trying."

Humming a happy little ditty, Kasumi was feeling pleased with herself. Why, if she had faith in her ability not to accidentally press one of the buttons as she did so, she would have been juggling the PokéBalls that contained her Milktits. "This has been just too perfect a day..."

"Perfect?" Ranma snorted. "Asrial has problems with the law and almost sees the worst the League can do to her, I'm now going to have to do videos with my girl half..." he frowned. "You're taking way too much of a lead with everything..."

While she may have agreed with her favorite piece of horse, Nabiki said nothing. She simply chose to eye her sister blatantly, bordering on glaring.

"Oh my," Kasumi said gently, giving the two a mildly apologetic look "I almost let it slip my mind. I just..." she paused, thinking of the right words. "I just got so worked up over getting my new Milktits."

Continuing to walk between the two Tendo women, Ranma sighed. "It... it's okay, Kasumi..." he told her in a slow, quiet voice. "I know you"re really enjoying life here but..." he shook his head. "I don't know how to explain this, really. But you're just becoming really different from what I knew."

Blinking her eyes once, twice, the eldest Tendo daughters confusedly asked, "I am?"

It was then Nabiki chose to speak up, like a dam that finally burst. "Yes, yes you are! None of us begrudge you letting loose Kasumi, even I have to an extent. But you... you're just too accepting of this world! You harped about those Milktits for days and... and..." deciding she couldn't hold it in Nabiki blurted out, "In that freezer you LICKED at Ranma and me where we were conjoined! Then you pulled his cock out, practically sucked his cum out of my pussy, until I orgasmed, then you stuck a cherry popper up my twat and worked it while blowing Ranma next! Being sexually active, bisexual yeah! But... incest? You fucking freak me out, sis! All right!?"

"Whoa... Nabiki really had that pent up in her," Ranma thought, a sweat drop traveling down the side of his head as he watched Nabiki panting for breath after that explosive rant.

Pausing in her walk, Kasum could only blink her eyes a few times as she just stared at her sister. She considered her younger sibling's words, mulling them over in the back of her head. "...That freaks you out?" She asked in all honesty, her voice denoting genuine surprise at this fact.

"What do you think?" Nabiki snapped, not losing momentum. Yet her tone became more focused and calm; less loud and angry after getting that initial pent up frustration off of her chest. "Kasumi, don't get me wrong. I'm HAPPY that you're... indulging in your own happiness, not holding yourself to the model of the perfect den mother." Her eyes narrowed. "However, Kasumi, you are really getting a little carried away. It works well in our favor at times but you have got to reign back now and then! It felt good but I wasn't mentally prepared for my big sis to eat me out!"

Nabiki sighed in annoyance at the hurt look on her sister's face. "Look! We all have to change, otherwise we'll get exposed or consumed. Ranma here has to bang girls and use his head and not just his fists! If he doesn't adapt weeEEOUCH!"

Ranma pulled his hand back from pinching her ass. "You don't need to put it like that, Nabs."

Glaring at the pigtailed martial artist for a moment, the middle Tendo sibling continued. "...And he's also asserting his backbone... which needs to be done more-YIKES!"

"A~hem!" Ranma said after pinching her posterior once again.

"...Okay, you get the point... Kasumi," Nabiki moved around Ranma and took her sibling's hands. "Just don't get so caught up in this world and its ways that you... lose yourself entirely. I don't want to lose my dear, sweet older sister to her inner nymphomaniac completely."

Smiling at her younger sister, Kasumi squeezed her hand. "I understand and will do my best." She smirked. "I will be a P.I.M.P. when it is appropriate but... I'll work to reign back on my fun when we're not around other people." She took a deep breath. "Guys, if I may make a suggestion?"

The pigtailed man moved about to the other side of the eldest Tendo so that she was between him and Nabiki. "What's that, Kasumi?" Ranma asked curiously.

"As soon as you and Asrial are done with your community service punishments... we need to get out of here," the eldest Tendo said. "You're right. I have been enjoying myself, getting into the flow and just adapting so well that..." she chuckled nervously as she put the PokéBalls onto her pokébelt. She then used her free hand to hold up her large P.I.M.P. medallion. "Well, you know."

The most mercenary of the Tendo daughters let off a sigh. "We know, we know." Nabiki nodded her head, glad her words had gotten through to Kasumi. "Thanks for listening, sis..."

The older woman shook her head. "You've always had to be the one with the logic and voice of reason," Kasumi replied, hugging her sister warmly. "Thank you, Nabiki."

"Hey," the middle Tendo retorted. "You looked after Akane and me, raised us better than father could have done. We have to return the favor sometime."

As he watched them, Ranma smiled at the tender moment. Despite his usual nature, he kept quiet, letting them have this moment. Internally, he was glad they got through to Kasumi; her behavior had been going a bit too much onto the wild side.

Pulling back from the hug, Nabiki asked, "So, are we good?"

Nodding her head, the P.I.M.P. replied, "Yes, I promise." Kasumi then leaned closer, giving her younger sibling a chaste peck on the forehead.

The middle Tendo's eyes narrowed. "Kasu-"

She didn't get to even start as her elder sibling interrupted her. "Now, now... it was a peck! If I'd kissed you on the lips and my tongue was down your throat, then you could yell." Kasumi rose her right hand tweaked her nose. "I'll take my time for that right."

The middle Tendo's pupils shrunk to pinpricks. "T-take your..." Nabiki trailed off in shock as Kasumi walked past her.

Her steps coming in a confident stride, Kasumi told her compatriots, "Come along now you two! We need to get back to check up on the others!"

Ranma gently elbowed Nabiki. "Guess you can't get off her radar, huh?"

The middle Tendo glared at her lover. "Oh, be quiet…" Nabiki groaned. However, her exasperation was short-lived as she soon smirked deviously. "At least I'm not alone in that regard. Apparently you're on the 'radar' of this world's version of your mother.

Even though he kept in step with Nabiki, the pigtailed martial artist twitched... lots.

Major Maxamillion "Mad Max" Payne was a long-standing member of Team Rocket. He might not have been one of the originals that had formed the group back in 211 AS, (none of that group remained) but he had joined the organization at the beginning of the Tigress Mao Shin Mao's Rebellion. A time when humanity was getting the rude awakening as to the kind of devious monsters that pokégirls really were; a time when Team Rocket was finding themselves with an easier opportunity infiltrating and manipulating numerous government agencies of the Indigo League. He was a survivor of that 'lost decade' when it was man against pokégirl, just as it had been when the bitches first appeared back during the madman Sukebe's War of Revenge.

In short, Major Payne knew all too well what pokégirls were REALLY capable of and saw Team Rocket as a sovereign force that stood between the monster women and what remained of humanity as they cowered towards the edge of oblivion... in short, he was one of those members that held true fidelity to Team Rocket and his 'competence' in his beliefs concerning how to best deal with pokégirls and his unwavering loyalty to the criminal group was rewarded.

Now in his sixties, Payne was considered one of the 'old men' of Team Rocket... but that also made him one of the most feared. He waked into the control room, numerous uniformed people moving about, scurrying like ants as they were mere gears in the greater machine that was Team Rocket. "Captain Paul Simons," the heavy-set yet solidly built man with graying hair spoke up. "Status report."

Turning about to the Major, Simons saluted. "Sir! As you've ordered, the object within the Master Ball is being brought to a holding area to be opened by some of our technicians. All precautions are being taken as per standard procedure."

Nodding his head, the older male replied, "Excellent!" He looked about the room and paused as he noticed their two guests, a lanky human male with hairs on his chin signifying the start of a goatee and a blonde skunk pokéwoman. "Why is she nude?"

Simons nervously chuckled in a low tone. "She and her Tamer tried to get away a few times; their clothing got torn. We supplemented the male with some trousers. As for the female..." he smirked. "It seems the men didn't hear too well about re-dressing her."

Looking over the blonde Skunkgirl, the Major snorted. "Disgraceful..." he muttered, yet still loud enough to be heard. Turning towards them, he walked towards the two that were chained to the wall, shackled wrists raised and keeping them in an uncomfortable position. "You," he said, addressing the male. "What is your name?"

"Me?" The man asked. Seeing the Rocket Boss nod his head firmly, he calmly answered, "Jeremy Feeple."

"Good," the older male in black outfit with some dangling metallic bits on his uniform replied. "That is the name we'd received concerning Professor Johan Steamhead's assistant." He leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he stared into the eyes of the younger man. "I'm not an unreasonable man; I prefer to preserve human life when possible so I'm going to give you a chance to do this the easy way once. Tell me, what is in that Master Ball?"

The Feeple male shuddered. "The worst monster this side of fucking Cocooner... and I'm serious when I say DON'T OPEN IT!" Jeremy screamed, trying to plead with the man. "It... the Professor and I barely contained it! I'm amazed even a Master Ball contained that horror!"

The Skunkette nodded her head. "My Master hardly gets this worked up unless it's when Steamhead's fucked us over," Asrial added, trying to help emphasize the urgency of the situation; even if she knew her pleas were on very deaf ears concerning the words of a pokéwoman.

Very deaf ears. "Do not speak unless spoken to, wench!" Simons reprimanded.

A devious smile slowly split across Major Payne's face. "A true weapon, eh?" He chuckled. "You know, I have two problems right now... one being that our technicians are having trouble breaking through the 'locking' mechanism of the Ball itself. We could really use a hand there. As for the second problem..." he again chuckled darkly as he leaned over to the Skunkette. "I don't like being spoken to by pokébitches." He snapped his fingers. "Turn her about!"

His eyes widening in realization, the goateed male tugged at his manacles. "Don't you touch her or I swear to the thousand gods! I don't care if you could snap me in half or gun me down, I will kill you!" Jeremy growled angrily, glaring at the Team Rocket Grunts that came near.

Turning about, Captain Simons smirked at the human male. "Oh, we can oblige that," he taunted as two Rocket Grunts redid her shackles to turn Asrial face-first to the wall with her hind-end facing the Major. "Or you can let Major Payne finish his offer to you."

Slowly turning back to look at the leader of the base, Jeremy asked, "Offer?"

"Undo the locking mechanism of the PokéBall and maybe, I won't let your pokéwench be harmed." Payne said, stressing on the 'maybe'. He chuckled once more. "After all... there has yet to be a pokégirl that's survived being sent to... 'entertainment'." He slapped the Skunkette on the ass as a number of Team Rocket technicians situated around the control room laughed darkly.

Assrial growled, trying to get loose of her binds. "Oooh, let me at 'em!"

Turning to look at the Skunkette, the Major sneered at her. "It seems your bitch doesn't understand that we mean business," Payne said with a tone of distaste.

"Ha!" Assrial laughed over her shoulder. "I could take whatever you got!" She taunted, unafraid of what horrors they could put her through.

"Assrial, don't!" Jeremy hissed at his pokéwoman, not wanting her to antagonize these bastards to the point they'd hurt her.

Whipping her head towards her own, Assrial shouted, "Master Jeremy, if you let whatever the fuck that is out, they'll kill you and rape me to death anyway! I'd rather die fighting!"

One of the Rocket grunts frowned. "Not very smart, is she?"

"She's either very brave or very stupid," the Major said as he walked up behind her. His hands went to his pants, unzipping the fly. He reached his left hand in, pulling his member out. Holding it, he started to slide it along her ass, causing his limp dick to slowly become erect. "This is the only thing you monsters are good for..." he told her in a chiding voice.

"Stop you assSOOOF!" Jeremy fell, stopping with a jerk and hanging from the wall as Simons had punched him.

The blonde Team Rocket Captain snarled at the man he'd captured at Deliverance Woods. "Shut it, Feeple and listen! You have a choice! Will you cooperate or do we bang your Alpha in front of you?"

Turning his head, Jeremy coughed a bit of blood. Looking down he saw why the punch really hurt, the bastard's hand was very metallic. "Ugh... you want that thing so badly, huh?" The retired Tamer asked in a voice that had a tone of finality to it, as if he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt doing what they want would be their doom.

The older man nodded his head. "Any edge that Team Rocket can get over those copycats like Team Galactic up in Capital, Team Zenith down South... or even those blasted Team Trauma freaks everywhere... is okay in my book." He reached out and raised his right hand man's right hand. "As you can see by Captain Simons' arm, we'll accept any advantage we can get."

Looking up, Jeremy stared the Major in the eyes. "...If I tell you, you must SWEAR as a man, and I mean a man's bond that if broken he must cut his own dick off kind of swear... that your and your men won't hurt, kill or molest Assrial in any form! You do that and I will hand you the code."

The Major chuckled. Promises concerning pokégirls meant nothing to him. Still, it would make things easier to just get the needed locking mechanism opened. "You have my-"

Suddenly though, the alarm started blaring, the red lights swirling about. "Technician!" Major Payne shouted as he turned about, tucking himself back into his pants. "What's going on?"

The Rocket tech was clicking at the keyboard of his station. "Someone hit the emergency alarm! It's the holding area! The alarm was hit in the holding area!"

"Get it up on screen!" The Major shouted as he leaned over the technician's shoulder. Soon, the screen of the man's computer was showing that of the security camera system. The scene was one of only pure carnage. "My Thousand Gods..." the older Team Rocket could only whisper; the room strewn about with some pieces of human bodies that could have been Team Rocket grunts and technicians... and even more blood. The crates that held extra goods and contraband were broken, both by what looked like pulse rifle fire and forceful contact.

His face pale with fear, Jeremy could only gasp, "It's loose."

Sweat pouring down Assrial's brow, she craned her head back enough to try and see the security monitors. Upon getting a glimpse of the scene, she gulped loudly. Now she understood why her Master was so adamant about not opening it.

Turning about suddenly, the Major shouted, "WHAT IS IT!?"

"Sir, it's-" the Technciian was cut off suddenly as the power went out, the room bathed entirely in black for three seconds before the emergency generator turned on, small wall lights turning on to give the area only the faintest illumination.

Un-phased by what was going on, the Major insisted, "It's what, techie?" The leader of the group grabbed the man's shoulders and shook him. "It's WHAT!?"

The technician took a deep breath. "I was trying to say, it's not on screen!" The young man finally shrieked out. "I don't know what it is that did that to our guys! I was about to bring up older video feed but we lost power!"

Lowering his head, Jeremy sighed sadly. "We're all doomed."

"Master Jeremy, just what the fuck is it?" Assrial asked, a fearful tone lacing her voice.

The young Feeple was quiet for a moment. "It... it's hard to describe how this horror came to be-" Jeremy started, only to trail off as he heard a scraping along the ventilation system. He cringed, hearing its evil voice come through the air ducts as the emergency power flickered on and off.

"Waaaaaallllll~eeeeeeeeee..."

"Oh no..." Professor Steamhead's under-paid and over-worked assistant whimpered. "It's here!"

Sudddenly, the ventilation duct broke apart, a loud clattering of metal as a small square figure came crashing down, landing on its two treads. Slowly, the lenses that made up the eyes of the creation focused as it took a moment to reboot after the drop. As its systems fully came online once more, it let off a battle cry that would make adult men shit their pants.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaalllll~eeeeeee..."

Jeremy was not ashamed to admit... he lost a bit of bladder control at hearing his employer's latest creation come online before him. "NO!" Professor Steamhead's assistant screamed. "FOR THE LOVE OF THE THOUSAND FUCKING GODS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Rolling her eyes as she hung by her master, Assrial snorted. "Puh-leeeeeze! It's not THAT bad, Master!" Looking it over, she couldn't help but comment, "It's actually... kind of cute."

Slowly, Captain Simons stepped over to the device. "What the fuck is this thing? Looks like..." The Rocket's eyes widened as the little boxy device rolled up to him until it was situated next to his leg. "Get the fuck away from meeeeEEEAAAGGHHHHHH!" He screamed as the thing grabbed his foot and brought it to its main body, crushing the extremity with extreme prejudice with a horrendous crunch and splatter of bone and muscle.

"The Professor's new Steam-powered Cleaner..." Jeremy gulped as the spray of blood from the femoral artery splattered messily. "It's just not choosy about what it uses for fuel or water..." the Assistant managed to finish as the Grunt's leg had been torn clean off... right before the robot went to cleaning up the mess of blood that the Rocket was leaving all over the floor. "Steamhead had tried to recreate some Lostech, but as usual, he forgot the 'how the fuck do I shut this off safely?' feature..."

The blonde Skunkette continued to stare at the small, toy-like device. "I still think it's cute..." Assrial complained. "Look at its innocent little eyes," she said as the device started to work on the rest of the grunt, the device's main chamber opening and ejecting the mass that was left of his leg before pulling more of the screaming man into it.

Jeremy eyed his pokéwoman oddly.

"Hey, he's killing the jerks who captured us-"

The woman's master interrupted her as he deadpanned, "And we'll be next."

Realizing that he was right, Assrial's face paled; an impressive feat considering most of her facial fur was white. "HOLY FUCK! WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!" The Skunkette screamed as the steam-powered cleaner started to pulp Simons' head, blood splattering from the severed carotid arteries and making more of a mess.

Having finally, gotten over the shock of having a front row seat to one of his subordinate's brutal mutilation, the Major took charge. "MEN! DESTROY THIS THING!" He proclaimed as a number of the Team Rocket Grunts pulled out their firearms and opened up a barrage of bullets on the thing...

Bullets that did nothing but bounce off the surface of the little cleaning device.

"Damn it! I told you Team Rocket should've put some funding into getting us Elemental ShHHHIIIIIIIIIITT!" The man screamed as the Lostech creation rolled up to him quickly, latching on and starting to break down the man's body in segments... even as it cleaned up some of the blood that pooled around the screaming, squirming man.

The remaining Rockets raced for the doors or tried to find them in the semi-dark room. They wanted OUT! However, it was a dark room that soon took a dark red tinge as more and more emergencies lights were covered with arterial spray; screams rising as men fired their guns aimlessly to try and deter the hellish creation of Steamhead, its cry rising their level of terror to new heights.

"Waaaaaallllll~eeeeeeeeee..."

Wincing as the rising cries of unanswered mercy, Assrial waited for a calm in the screams to try asked, "Master Jeremy! How did you two contain it with a Master Ball?"

"Steamhead grabbed it from me and threw it while praying to whatever deity he believed in that it would work..." he trailed off and frowned, despite knowing his mortal life hung in the balance. "And then he took credit for creating that altered PokéBall, even though it was MY project!"

"HELP ME!" Major Payne screamed as he was introduced to some really major pain. "AAARRRRRGHHH! WHY GODS, WHY!?" He screamed as his right arm was pulled in and crushed, flesh town as the radius and ulna bones were torn from the tendon ligaments that connected them to the humerus.

The Skunkette's pupils shrank to pin-pricks at the deathly silence that followed. "Master... we're all that's left..."

The lone male left in the room slowly nodded his head. "I know..." he pulled on the chains frantically. "But unless we gain super strength to break AmazonChan-rated chains soon, we're dead!"

Fortunately for them as they were out of the way of the mechanical hellion's path of travel, they were spared its bloody yet cleanly wrath. Instead, the thing walked right up to and THROUGH a wall...

The destruction of which, caused a series of cracks to go along the wall, hitting where the chains were bolted to the wall. Both sets of arms dropped suddenly from the weight of the chains that were now freed from where they were jointed into.

"...That's convenient..." Assrial couldn't help but comment.

Moving his arms and realizing he could do such without much hassle, the Feeple male told his pokéwoman, "I'M NOT COMPLAINING!"

Nodding her head in agreement, it was that action which caused Assrial to catch sight of something near the bloody pool where Major Payne had been and picked up a key. She inserted it into the opening in her cuffs and, sure enough, they came undone. "Even more convenient..." the pokéwoman added.

Once his manacles were undone by Assrial after she had freed herself, Jeremy just stated. "Don't complain..." he told her. "Let's get out of here... and damn, I need some new pants and a shower."

Sniffing for a moment, Assrial wrinkled her nose as she could smell it. Yet she looked on sympathetically. "Truth be told while the killing was going on and you pointed out it would kill us... I sorta relieved myself too... surprised I didn't do a spray attack."

Jeremy noticed the fur between her legs was wet, but not from the usual sexual fluids. "Well... I won't tell if you won't," he promised her.

Nodding her head, Feeple's Alpha replied, "Gladly. Let's go!"

The doors to the PokéCenter opened wit a musical chime; a series of notes that Kasumi cried out in a melodious voice with, "We're back!" She made her way up towards the lone Joy in the lobby, her sister and Ranma following behind her.

The NurseJoy seated at the front desk raised her head up from the latest issue ofPlayBunny she was reading, (for the articles mind you). "Hey, good timing!" She told the three that entered. "Your sister wants to talk to you three about a present she got from Tamer Saotome's Mother.

Watching as Cassandra was entering the lobby via the side doors that lead to the left wing of the Center, Ranma was taken off guard as the NurseJoy's words entered his thick skull. "A present?"

Nodding her head, the blonde Elf told her Master, "Nodoka Sexum has seen fit to provide Akane with a pokégirl so she is not without protection while awaiting the League to get back to the three Tendo sisters with the Starter Pokégirls they're supposed to provide."

The middle Tendo sister could only nod her head with those words. "Yeah... they are a bit late with that, aren't they?" Nabiki noted pulling, out her PokéDex. Checking it over, she couldn't help but mutter, "Not even a notification e-mail."

A cross look came over the eldest Tendo's features. "How rude," Kasumi added with a harsh tone. Granted, she had three Milktits already but the League owned a P.I.M.P. like her another piece of poké-booty! "Well, let's go see what your mother gave Akane, Ranma. I also want to introduce her to my new girls."

Looking down, Cassandra noted sight of the PokéBalls... yes, plural. "Wow!" The Sylvan pokégirl gasped. "You got THREE!?"

Nodding her head, Ranma told her, "And something else." At the expectant look on his Elf's face, the pigtailed martial artist sighed. "We'll tell you and the other girls later," Ranma promised, wondering how to break the news of the porn video deal to his harem.

Shaking his head, the Pokégirl Tamer decided it couldn't hurt to tell his Elf a little bit right now. "Cassandra?"

The sylvan pokégirl's ears perked up. "Yes, Master?"

Taking a deep breath, Ranma told her, "If a guy named El Ray Di Cockteassegro comes looking for us... yeah, we're expecting him."

Blinking her eyes once, twice, the Elf asked, "El Ray?"

Groaning, Nabiki politely pointed out to her, "Let's just say we have a monetary supplemental deal."

"We'll talk to everyone sans Akane about it tonight," Kasumi added cheerily. "But first, let's go see what Akane has!" And so saying, the Eldest Tendo made her way through the halls of the PokéCenter, pushing her way past sets of double-doors and going down the hallway which had the Tamers' quarters.

Walking quickly, Ranma called after the eldest Tendo, "Hey! Wait up!" Damn, he was surprised by how fast Kasumi could move when she put her mind to something!

Nabiki pat Cassandra's shoulder before following after Ranma and her sister. Upon finally reaching Akane's room, (the door having been opened by her older sister) the middle Tendo girl walked in. "Hey little sis," she greeted Akane. "We heard you got a new playmate."

Akane twitched with that comment. "That didn't sound right."

Smirking, the most mercenary of the Tendo daughters replied, "And you say everyone else is a pervert."

"Now, now Nabiki..." Kasumi chided her younger sibling as she waved a finger at her. She pulled up a chair close to Akane's bed and sat down in it. "So what did Auntie give you?" She asked, curious as to what her sister would be working with.

Thinking about it for a moment, it took Akane to remember that she was a, "Psi-Dyke."

That made the lone mail in the room raise an eyebrow. "Psi-Dyke? Isn't that a pokégirl who's totally into girls?" Ranma asked curiously.

"Nice to know that he's actually studying his PokéDex," Nabki thought. "It is Ranma," she told him. Turning to her sister, she couldn't help but comment, "So why'd 'Auntie' give you that one, Akane?"

The youngest Tendo turned green for a moment. "Please don't make me bring up that conversation," she begged of her siblings. "She kept asking me what my favorite positions were and how many times I had sex with Ranma!" Blushing furiously, the young woman cried, "I thought when she heard I was a virgin she was going to fix that herself!"

A sweat-drop rolled down the side of Ranma's head. "Yeah, Mom here is..." he shuddered. "Yeah, I feel for you, Akane." He sighed with a sympathetic tone. That woman really scared the crap out of him too.

Looking up at her erstwhile fiancé's eyes, the youngest of the Tendo siblings asked him, "How do you put up with it here? I mean... even your MOM is interested in your sex life! That can't be healthy!"

"Actually," Kasumi interrupted. "Considering the norms of this world, it just might be just that. 'Normal'."

Deciding he was going to pretend he didn't hear Kasumi, (as that would've made his brain melt within his skull) he looked to his fiancée. "Trust me, Akane. I'm as nervous as you are when dealing with Mom." Ranma visibly shuddered as he added, "More so than back home."

Akane nodded her head in agreement. "Well, I haven't opened her up yet." She said as she held up the red and white containment sphere. "I wanted to wait until you all came back here. I didn't want to be alone when I release her."

Kasumi nodded approvingly. "A wise idea," she said in a calm voice. "Now go on, Akane. We're all here."

Sighing deeply Akane fingered the button that would act as the trigger for the girl's release. "Um do I..." she paused, blushing. "Do I need to say that embarrassing line?"

Sighing in embarrassment for her sister, Nabiki promised, "You'll get used to it."

The youngest Tendo didn't look all that convinced. Still, it had to be done. "Okay..." she said as she held up the PokéBall. "Psi-Dyke! I SCREW YOU!"

A beam of red light shot out from the PokéBall in Akane's hand. Said light took shape, and somehow bent the laws of light and physics as it solidified into a solid a physical shape; coloration taking place as light fractions became flesh and blood.

All four humans may not have had any set expectations for what Akane's new Psi-Dyke might have looked like but this... this certainly wasn't it!

"No way..." Ranma gasped as he looked over the pokégirl. 5'1", curvaceous hips, a busty pair of D-Cups, blue eyes with light violet eye-shadow... a mop of red hair pulled back in a familiar pigtail.

Nabiki summed up what everyone was thinking best. "Holy fuck..."

Her jaw flapping wordlessly for a moment, the youngest Tendo couldn't believe what her pokégirl looked like. "She... she..."

Bringing her hands to her mouth, Kasumi was so taken off-guard that she reverted to one of her older habits. "Oh my..."

Back in the light once more, the Psychic-type pokégirl rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. "About time..." lowering her fists, she looked around, taking note of the three female forms... and an insufferable male. "Where am I?"

Being the first to regain his wits, Ranma tried to speak. "Uh, you're in the Pew-"

"Not you!" The Psi-Dyke snapped, sneering at the impudence of the male. "I'm asking one of these three lovely..." she stopped and sniffed the air, a red eyebrow perking up. "Human women."

At the indignant nature of the pokégirl, Ranma felt his anger rising... but stopped as he remembered what the PokéDex entry told him; this type often HATED males. So, taking the surprisingly wiser course of action, he shut up. After all, this was Akane's pokégirl! Mouthing off to her might piss off his still healing fiancée.

Realizing with relief that Ranma wasn't going to stick his foot in his mouth, the eldest Tendo let off a sigh of relief. "You're in the Pewtit PokéCenter," Kasumi answered.

The lesbian pokégirl was surprised, but not by the soft tone of voice. She was surprised to see someone wearing genuine P.I.M.P. attire. "Are you going to be my Mistress?" She asked, sounding a little hopeful. It would've been nice to have a COMPETANT Tamer.

Shaking her head, Kasumi pointed behind the Psi-Dyke. "Our little sister there is the one who released you."

"A~hem!" Came a cough from behind said pokégirl to emphasize the point.

Hearing the cough the, the lesbian Psychic-type turned around, seeing the injured girl on the bed. "Oh..." the Psi-Dyke said slowly. "You're my new Mistress?"

Taken aback by the pokégirl's surprisingly calm reply, Akane was at a loss for words for a moment. "Um... I guess so."

Raising her red-haired eyebrow, the Psi-Dyke inquired, "Guess so?"

"She's shy," Kasumi explained.

To that, the pokégirl nodded her head in understanding. "Oh, I see." The Psi-Dyke got up onto the mattress, sitting on the edge of the bed. Gently, she reached forward, taking Akane's hand and kissing it. "How'd you get hurt?" She asked. While she could've just probed her mind and gotten the answer, it wasn't polite to do that to women.

Males were fair game though.

Akane twitched, feeling embarrassed. Finally, she admitted to her pokégirl, "I foolishly tried to attack a feral..." she winced, memories being the worst in such a regard.

"By yourself?" The redheaded Pyschic-type gasped. "You poor thing!"

Blinking her eyes, the youngest Tendo could admit that was not the response she'd been expecting. "Well... I'm just glad I'm alive and in one piece." Although truth be told, it took a bit of effort on the part of the PokéCenter staff to get her back into one piece. Shaking her head, she decided to try another track of discussion. "Do you have a name? Auntie didn't tell me if you had one when she gave me your ball."

The Psi-Dyke snorted. "Most pokégirls are given new names with new Masters. I will no longer answer to the names my first Mistress has given me or what my second owner called me. Nor will I accept the name that male bastard tried to make me go by."

"I... see..." the youngest Tendo said slowly, a look of concentration crossing over her face as she scrunched her features. A look of realization suddenly crossed her face as she realized she had a perfect name. Smiling, she started to offer, "How about P-"

Her eyes widening, the middle Tendo butted in. There was no way in hell she was going to put up with what she was sure Akane was going to say! "Sis," Nabiki spoke up suddenly. "If you name her 'P-Chan', I will bitch-slap the fuck out of you, no matter how critical a condition you're in."

Blinking her eyes once, twice, Akane went deathly silent then.

Groaning, Ranma slapped himself on the face in exasperation. "Why were you going to name her after your pet porker?"

Huffing, the youngest Tendo looked towards Ranma. "I just miss him, okay!?" Akane retorted. "Okay you don't want that... so how about..." she eyed the pokégirl a bit longer, before sudden stroke of genius came to the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts. "I got it! I'll call her 'Ranko'!"

The responses were varied. Ranma fell face-first to the floor, causing the room to shake. Nabiki grabbed the end of the bed to prevent herself from hitting the floor entirely as her legs gave out in shock. Kasumi blinked her eyes numerous times. While she might not have said 'oh my' she was thinking more along the lines of 'WTF!?'.

The pokégirl considered that name for a bit. "Ran... ko... Ranko..." The Psi-Dyke tested it, feeling the name with her tongue. Slowly, she smiled. "I like it; feminine, yet not overly girly. I am Ranko from here on in, Mistress Akane." She kissed the short-haired girl's hand again.

Blushing at the affectionate nature of her pokégirl, Akane tried to tell her, "You don't need to do that."

Smirking as her mistress gave her the opening she needed, the newly dubbed Ranko asked, "Oh? Well, would you prefer I kiss your lips?"

Blushing brightly, Akane stammered, "Well... you see..."

Deciding to help her sister, Kasumi replied, "My youngest sister is still healing from the Feral's attack. She is not up to Taming you yet. We just needed to get you acquainted so that when the time comes... you're all hers."

"Don't you mean," she smiled mischievously at Akane. "She's all mine?"

At the look her new Psi-Dyke was giving her, Akane gulped nervously. She was beginning to feel she was getting in over her head.

"She hasn't even received her starter yet, so you're all she has." Nabiki told the Psi-Dyke, as she forced herself to stand back up. "Of all the names, Akane..." the middle Tendo thought in annoyance. "And you wonder why I worry?"

Peeling his face from the floor, Ranma got up onto his feel himself. "Akane," the pigtailed martial artist groaned. "Why'd you name her after me?"

Turning about suddenly, Ranko stared at Ranma. "You are named after a girl? How utterly disgusting!" She snorted. Then again he probably was one of thosetypes of so-called men. He wore a pigtail for crying out loud.

"Uh... it's not like that... it's... um..." Akane trailed off, having a difficult time finding the right words to explain her fiancé's unique... situation.

Rolling his eyes as the youngest Tendo failed to get even the basis of saying he was cursed out of her mouth, Ranma decided to just cut out the middleman of trying to explain things and take care of matters himself. Reaching over, he picked up a glass and pitcher from a rollaway table meant for patient that was besides Akane's bed. He then poured a glass of water and dumps it over himself; the male's form shrinking and becoming more of the feminine persuasion. "This is what I meant. I use that name when I'm like this."

Ranko stared at Ranma-chan, blinking her in complete shock. "He... became a she?" Walking over and closing the distance between her and the trans-gendered Tamer, she surprised Ranma by groping her breasts. "Oh wow... they are real... and down here?" She slide her other hand a hand into her pants, surprising Ranma further and making her squeak as she felt up her slit. The Psi-Dyke looked the other redhead up and down with a genuine look of surprise. "That was all real. How?"

Ignoring the pokégirl's question for the moment, the neo-girl snapped, "Did you have to do that!?" She squirmed uncomfortably as the Pyschic-type pokégirl continued to fondle and feel.

"What?" Ranko asked curiously. "This is fun. It's like I'm playing with myself, only... more satisfying." She grinned, showing off her sharp teeth.

As the trans-gendered Pokégirl Tamer shrieked and squirmed in the Psi-Dyke's grasp, Nabiki decided to answer to the question the redhead had asked earlier, "Jusenkyo," and let the newly dubbed 'Ranko' draw her own conclusions.

Which she did. "Damn," the lesbian pokégirl replied as she finally took her hands out of the other 'female's' clothing. "It's a damn shame though."

Blinking her eyes once, twice, Ranma-chan asked, "A shame?"

Nodding her head firmly, Ranko replied, "That such an impressive set of tits aren't on a real woman."

The neo-girl twitched violently at the comment. "Other than my brain, the body's damned real enough," Ranma-chan muttered in annoyance.

"I'll say this much thought." Slowly, Ranko made a show of licking the juices off from her fingers. "Mmm... you are tasty."

Staring in shock for a moment, Akane raised her hands and began rubbing her eyes to make sure she was seeing what she saw. "How can you do that so casually?"

"Because I'm the kind of girl who wants what she wants, Mistress." She slowly slinked over to her new owner, cupping Akane's face.

With her pokégirl's hands where they were, Akane could smell them. She shivered from the musky odor of Ranma-chan's female scent. "I-I see..." she squeaked.

As the pokégirl cuddled up against her fiancée, the redhead turned to the other two Tendos. "Should I be jealous about this?" Ranma-chan asked them as she thumbed back towards Ranko and Akane.

To answer, Kasumi smiled wickedly. "Why, Ranma... now remember, you have your own Harem." She winked at him. "But it is sweet you haven't forsaken your fiancée."

That made the Psi-Dyke stop cold in her tracks. "Fiancée?" Ranko blinked her eyes in shock before looking down into her new Mistress' eyes. "You're engaged to her... I mean, him?" She shuddered, tensing up as memories came flooding back, the reason why she lost her original Mistress. "Please," Ranko spoke up to Akane. "Please say you're only engaged to the female half!"

"HEY!" Ranma-chan shouted in indignation.

"It was our stupid fathers' idea," Akane explained, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing in annoyance.

The Psi-Dyke seemed to relax. "So... you oppose?"

Blushing, the youngest of the Tendo daughters was unsure of how to answer that. "We're... still working it out," she finally brought herself to say. "He's a baka... but he's saved my life a lot times than with that Arachnae and... he's had his moments." Akane looked away, embarrassed as to having admitted that.

The thought of a male caring was an alien concept to the pokégirl. "Saved your life?"

"Ranma isn't a bad male," Nabiki told Ranko as she leaned over the bed. "I understand your displeasure, so I promise, we all promise... that we won't shove him down your throat and that we'll respect your sexual orientation."

Having calmed down, the pigtailed redhead spoke. "I've had some dicks, no pun intended, try and hit on me like this. I ain't gonna hit on you if you hate it," Ranma-chan stated firmly.

Nodding her head firmly, Ranko stared at the male currently turned female. "...You know, normally I'd be trying to snap your neck but you're far more tolerable in this form..." she smiled and pleaded, "Any chance you could stay as a female as much as possible?"

"I'm sure you like me this way but... no way in hell! I'm a guy! It's just half the time I end up a girl!" Ranma asserted firmly.

The eldest Tendo smirked. "Too many would be sad if he lost his male capacity," Kasumi bemoaned, in an exaggerated joking tone... which belied that she meant it!

Raising her hand once more, Akane began to rub her eyes. "Ranko... can you and Ranma get along for me... please?" Lowering her hand, she gave her pokégirl her best big, cute eyes routine. Let it be known that as slightly psychotic and hot tempered as Akane Tendo could become at times... she was cute.

A sensation that even broke through the Psychic-type's defenses! "Damn it! Your eyes are too cute!" Suddenly, Ranko lunged forward and hugged her new owner like a plushy. "It makes me just want to cuddle and kiss you and eat you out all night!" The pokégirl giggled. While Akane wasn't the sort of woman she had been expecting or hoped to have been given to by the Watcher... damned if she wasn't such a cutie!

Gasping as the air was forced out of her lungs, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts hoped that sound wasn't a rib breaking. "Ah... all..." she coughed. "All in due time..." Akane rasped out.

Turning away from the scene, Ranma-chan rubbed her face wither hands. She was not jealous, no she was not! But... damn it! Why was she feeling like she should be jealous!?

Oh yeah... it was because of the little razz that lesbian pokégirl gave her as she gave Akane said hug!

Seeing the looks on the redhead's face, Kasumi decided it was best to give the coupel some time on their own to work things out with this new pokégirl's of Akane's in the mix. "Ranma," the eldest Tendo spoke up. "I'm going to have Nabiki help me iron out the paper work from earlier. Please stay with Akane-chan and Ranko."

Blinking her eyes once, twice, Ranma-chan asked, "Wuh-why's that?"

"So she remembers not to jump Akane since she's still healing," Nabiki said, winking at Ranma as she and Kasumi walk out of the room..

Pouting, the Psi-Dyke glared at the brunette's back before she mumbled under her breath, "Spoil-sports."

Letting out a deep breath, Akane sighed in relief. She hoped with Ranma around, that Ranko's libido would lessen in intensity.

Although Ranma-chan wanted to change back to her true gender, she figured this form would keep the pokégirl less hateful toward him. "So um..." she trailed off, unsure of how to initiation a concersation with a pokégirl she was warned about being very hateful to males. "How'd Mom find you, Ranko?" Maybe some light conversation would keep things quiet?

The Psi-Dyke raised an eyebrow. "Your mother?" She slowly grinned deviously. "Her pokéwomen and the pokégirls of a friend saved me from my last owner at an RV Park in Buggy Woods. I've never seen a Titmouse kick so much ass and I'm sorry that it's likely no one will believe such."

The pigtailed human redhead rolled her eyes. "I've seen weirder. Believe it." Ranma-chan deadpanned; wondering why she felt as though ninjas were planning to sue her.

"What I want to know is," Akane began. "Why'd someone give you to a male Tamer? I mean, they ought to know that a lesbian pokégirl equals female Tamer... right?"

The pokégirl snorted in annoyance. "I know, but he took me as salvage," Ranko grumbled. "He somehow beat my second owner and I must've been the only one of the harem to make his cock get a rise." She shuddered.

"And you couldn't beat his ass because of Pokégirls Rights, right?" Ranma asked.

At Ranma-chan's question, she shook her head. "More like the lack thereof."

That made the woman laying back in the bed wince. "Well... we won't let that happen again." Akane promised as she took her pokégirl's hand. "Ranma won't force himself on you... he knows better and I may still green as a Tamer but I won't treat you bad!"

"Just don't eat her cooking," Ranma-chan warned the Psychic-type.

Akane twitched horribly at the insult to her culinary... er... 'prowess'. "Ranko."

Smiling, the redheaded Psi-Dyke happily asked, "Yes, Mistress?"

"Bonk him!" The youngest Tendo commanded

*BONK*!

"OW!" Ranma-chan cried out as she held onto her head. Damn, but that Psi-Dyke was fast! "That hurt!"

The redheaded Psychic-type glared at her fellow redhead, now seeing her as the male menace she really was! "Then don't insult Mistress' cooking!" She snarled.

Snorting, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer could only mutter, "Your funeral."

Ranko humphed. "You're just jealous that I'm hugging Mistress and you aren't!"

"Oh yeah?" Ranma-chan asked, taking the challenge in the pokégirl's voice. Getting out of her chair, she walked to the other side of the bed and got up onto it. Sitting on the edge, she leaned over and hugged Akane from the other side. "Touché!" "Bitch," Ranma thought irritably.

Her eyes narrowing as if she caught that, the redheaded pokégirl retorted, "I bet you haven't even kissed Mistress!"

Gawking as she was being squeezed between the two, the young Tendo tried to ry out, "H-hey! You two!"

Although not intentionally ignoring her cries, Ranma was deep in thought as she tried to remember. "I... think I have..." she finally said in response to the pokégirl's earlier jibe.

Ranko snorted. "Think?"

A sweat-drop traveling down the side of the redhead's brow, she answered, "Long story."

As Akane was squeezed, her brain, (possibly through lack of oxygen) began to make her see parallels. "Is this how Ranma felt being stuck between Ukyo and Shampoo and Kodachi all this time?" She thought in shock and a new level of understanding.

Damn, this world was really making her look at things differently... and she wasn't sure if that was a bad thing in some cases which just really helped build on sensations of guilt.

"Ramna no baka..." she muttered under her breath.

"A porn contract!?" Asrial shouted as she, and the rest of the harem sat in a room with Kasumi and Nabiki who gathered them together to break the news to them.

The middle Tendo sibling nodded her head to the Salusian's shriek. "That's right. And while Kasumi, Ranma and Akane are technically the only ones eligible to receive money, what with us being human, we plan to share the spoils. After all, in one form or another you'll al get a video out of this," Nabiki explained. "We haven't told Akane yet. We most likely will do it tonight before bed or in the morning before we send them the final batch of paperwork."

"I'd suggest the morning," Alice said seriously. "Let her rest and be in a calmer state of mind when you have to give her the news. For some reason, I don't envision her taking it well right now."

Nodding her head in agreement, the Salusian of Imperial Birth added, "I agree. No offense to your sister, but she's pretty high strung."

"Well, that settles that," Kasumi said with a tone of finality to her voice. "Our next plan of action is," the P.I.M.P. brings out her recently acquired PokéBalls. "I have three new sisters for you all to meet. Be nice to each other and I may turn my back if you all decide to play together. Just don't steal them."

"Harem sisters?" Cyan asked curiously. "And you now have three? What did you do? Go into Buggy Woods and capture a couple already?" Needless to say, the Cheetit pokéwoman was curious.

Shaking her head, a smiling eldest Tendo replied, "Nope! Received them while we were at the grocery store. Now then." She held up the red and white sphere. "Belinda, Melinda, Glinda! I Screw You!" Kasumi proclaimed, the verbal command activating the PokéBalls and releasing three rather healthy Milktits.

"Milktits!" The two Cat-types, Mouse and Sylvan pokégirls proclaimed in excitement.

Staring at the very buxom cow anthromorphic life-forms, all Asrial could reply was, "Milktits?"

Nodding her head firmly, Nabiki stated, "Milktits."

Smiling brightly, Kasumi reached her arms out and hugged the three bovine pokégirls from behind. "And I love them so!"

The one against Kasumi's arm smiled and nuzzled against her. "Mmm... you were enthusiastic, Mistress," Belinda told her with a soft chuckle.

In the center of the hug, Glinda smiled widely as she nuzzled against her Mistress's chin with the top of her head. "So, we're going to be starring in a video, Mistress?"

Grinning so wide that all of her white teeth shown and shimmered, the P.I.M.P. excitedly answered, "Oh yes! Lots and lots of videos!" She hoped to find a farm on their journey; for rent, abandoned or otherwise. She had an idea she was not going to let slip her grasp concerning Milktits and 'country living'.

Raising an eyebrow, the blonde Salusian had to ask, "So... what are we doing for a studio?" It was one thing to make movies... but not having the proper equipment.

"Actually Asrial," Kasumi started. "We've been asked to just tape stuff when it happens. It turned out that lot of our stuff got onto the net. It seems we're certified hits'!"

The Salusian of Imperial Birth blinked her eyes once, twice. "Wait..." Asrial spoke slowly. "You mean we'd more or less just be taping everyday life?"

"Not everyday life," the eldest Tendo answered; reality TV wasn't what the masses wanted. "Just Tamings. So if we catch each other being naughty, just grab a cam and away we go!"

At the look the skunk-like woman gave her sister, Nabiki piped in, "It may sound invasive but the money would ensure we'd be able to not only buy spare RV parts, food and clothes but also have extra money in the off chance you girls lost a PokéBattle. We'd rather pay then hand any of you over as salvage."

Nodding her head, Cyan was quick to point up, "That's very wise. I've been lost in three separate instances due to a Tamer losing a PokéBattle and then they were short a couple of hundred credits to pay off the victor."

"Which none of us will allow," Nabiki assured the Cheetit. "Ranma would sooner kill someone than let them take any of you or us and well..." she shrugged. "I doubt Kasumi here wants to part with her trio."

"I'll go Almighty Tendo P.I.M.P. on their asses!" The eldest roared in righteous indignation. "Anyone try to take one of my prized Milktits is going to get my cane stuffed up their ass sideways with a TWIST!"

Startled for a moment, the middle Tendo just stared at her sister in shock. "Christ, sis..."

"I'm very serious," the eldest Tendo said with a harsh tone. "And it's within my legal right to do says. It says so right her on page seventy-four of my P.I.M.P. handbook."

The woman nodded her head. "I know, it's just... oh brother." Nabiki slapped herself on the face, groaning in aggravation. They were not going to get home any time soon...

Akane Tendo let out another sigh, two arms still wrapped around her upper body. She was trying desperately not to be affected by two sets of breasts inches from her head on both sides but... "Ranma? Ranko?"

Both trans-gendered Tamer and lesbian pokégirl stopped glaring and looked down at Akane. "Yes!?"

Twitching, Akane snarled, "Can you two stop hugging me while glaring at each other with plans for war!?"

"But Mistress," the Psi-Dyke gasped in shock. "I have to be firm or this male in girl's tits will steal you!" And she was not going to let a faux-male take a real one!

Glaring at the pokégirl, Ranma snapped, "She's my fiancé! And I ain't stealing nobody!"

Ranko snorted in disbelief before leaned in; breasts now rubbing the left side of Akane's face. "Men are pussy thieves! All they do is steal, steal, steal and fuck!"

"I ain't like THAT!" The pigtailed redhead roared in exasperation. Kami-sama! This pokégirl was more argumentative than Akane!

And now as Ranma leaned in her rack was rubbing the right side of Akane's face

"Yes you are," the lesbian pokégirl proclaimed. "You know it was easier at first..." she said seriously, conspiratorially. "Seeing you for the body and the feminine beauty it's really easy." Her eyes narrowed. "But once I got to reading your mind, it's the same as the rest! You revel in fucking women and take pride in being rated as good a lover as you are! WOMAN STEALER!"

Ranma-chan just gawked at the pokégirl before shutting her mouth. "You know what?" She asked. "Yeah, I like sex! It's GOOD! But I don't go stealing other girls!"

The pokégirl was unconvinced. "Yes you do!" the Psi-Dyke hissed accusingly. "You have the entire police department of Pewtit City eating out of your lap!"

"Uh g-guys?" Akane blushed as two well-endowed, (even though they were clothed) set of breasts rubbed her face.

The neo-girl's eye twitched. "I didn't ask for that those pokégirls to be after me!" The redhead snapped. "They heard a little from Jolie and then they fucking taped us in the interrogation room!" Thankfully, neglecting it was Nabiki that she had fucked in said interrogation room.

"Ranko? Ranma?" The youngest Tendo tried again, feeling her own ire growing.

The Psi-Dyke stared in the neo-girl's eyes. "A likely excuse! I'll bet you're thinking of a dozen ways to try and seduce Mistress Akane and mys-"

Whatever she was about to say was cut-off as both her and Ranma-chan had a mammary that was violently squeezed.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Both Ranma-chan and Ranko shrieked as a strong pair of hand continued to grab onto one of their breasts with a very powerful strength; the kind that could only be born from an enraged Tendo.

A fiery aura around her, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts snapped, "Would you two KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!?" Akane then pushed both back, sending them off the bed to the floor. Her face was beet red from having to do that but at least she got them both to stop arguing.

From her place upside down on the floor, the pigtailed redhead twitched. "Ow... I forgot that pissing you off was bad for my health," Ranma-chan muttered.

Shivering as she climbed back onto the bed, the Psi-Dyke slowly looked down at her Tamer. "Mistress, I didn't realize you liked it rough." Ranko began to grin widely. "If you want, I'll be glad to return the favor later when you're feeling better."

Lowering her head in defeat, Akane sighed loudly. Raising her head, the youngest Tendo decided enough was enough. She clapped her hands together to get the attention of the two redheads. "All right, TIME OUT!"

Her back falling to the floor, Ranma-chan sat up and turned to look at Akane. Rubbing the back of her head, she then stood, climbing up onto the bed herself before rubbing her chest. "Yeesh, Akane! That hurt!" She complained as she continued to rub her abused breast. "You haven't done that since you took in the porker."

Turning her head back and forth to look at the two redheads, the youngest Tendo took a firm stance. "Look you two! The fighting! I don't want it!" Akane snapped, even if a bit of guilt was building up in the back of her mind. "We should be getting along, not..." she trailed off, finding this a bitter pill to swallow.

Her arms crossed over her chest, the pigtailed neo-girl asked, "Not what? Treating you like some sort of prize?"

Akane winced. Okay, she had that coming. "Yes..." she said in a low voice. "Dear Kami-sama! If we ever get home, I swear I'll make some peace pact with Ukyo and Shampoo...well Ukyo at least. I doubt Shampoo would even listen," she thought in all seriousness.

Needless to say, Ranma-chan was caught off-guard. She blinked her eyes once, twice. "No haughty retort?"

Rolling her eyes, the youngest Tendo told her, "Ranma, please. I'm trying to say something, so don't run your mouth!"

"Uh, okay... sorry," the transgendered redhead replied sheepishly as she tried to accept that Akane was realizing some truths about herself. "So..." Ranma-chan started slowly. "You just want me and her to get along?"

Turning her head to look at her fiancé, the youngest Tendo told her, "Yes! That's what I want! At least until I'm back on my own two feet. I so do not need this sort of crap right now!" She then eyed her own pokégirl. "Ranko, I need an effort from you too. I know you hate guys but take it from me. It's not worth it being pissed at them all the time. Because... then you misjudge the good ones. Ranma here, he's a baka... but he's a baka I really like he's... my friend. I care about him."

The Psi-Dyke slowly nodded her head, coming to accept for the moment that her Mistress was actually soft on this male wolf in sheep's tits. "But you just like him as just friends, right?" The pokégirl questioned curiously.

A quietness that was practically foreign to the youngest Tendo overcame her. Finally, after a good two minutes, she answered, "I don't know. I think I love him. I'm just not good at expressing it..."

Ranma-chan went still; she could feel her heart start to beat faster. "Ah-Akane?" She asked softly.

Blushing as she knew what the redhead was going to ask, the youngest Tendo twiddled her thumbs. "Yeah?" She asked in turn.

"Did..." the pigtailed redhead gulped nervously. "Did you just say l-luh-love?"

Her face coloration living up to her name as she blushed, Akane answered, "I did."

Her arms dropping to her sides, Ranma-chan just sat there stunned. Akane could say she loved her!? Okay, she said she THOUGHT she was in love but... she said it!

Curious at how still the look-alike went, Ranko waved a hand before the other redhead's face. "I think you broke her." She smirked as she then looked to Akane. "Mistress, would it be all right if I drew permanent marker of the he-she's face?"

Despite the severity of the situation, Akane couldn't help herself as she allowed herself a giggle. "Nuh-not now," she told her Psi-Dyke. "I'm trying to be serious."

It took some time, but Ranma-chan finally came back to the present. She shook her head, causing her red locks to flutter a bit as she tried to clear the cobwebs from her head. "Akane," she said slowly. "Did I hear you right?"

The youngest Tendo rolled her eyes at her fiancé's inability to accept what she said. "Oh, kami damn it! Yes, Ranma! I said I love you! I just suck at expressing it, OKAY!?"

"...Okay, I won't freak this time," Ranma-chan replied as she stared at Akane for a long time. Sighing, she raised a hand, rubbing her eyes. "Kami-sama. I don't how I feel."

Blinking her eyes once, twice, the youngest Tendo just stared at her fiancé. "Wuh-what does that mean? I just gave a deep confession!"

Looking up into her fiancée's eyes, the neo-girl told Akane, "And it's affecting me." Ranma-chan took a deep breath, a pause to try and gather her wits and thoughts. She knew what she wanted to say and needed to figure out how to say the right words. "Akane, you're not the only one who... sucks," she said, wincing at having to tell the bed-ridden Tendo that. "Dad didn't teach me shit about romance and girls. I'm still learning my own feelings on romance... but I do care, I do like you a lot Akane. Why else would I put up with the crap you've given me, save you? Yeah, the code of a martial artist says to save people but that ain't all."

As Akane continued to look at her expectantly, the redhead slowly nodded her head and just told her fiancée how she felt. "Right now, my heart's beating so fast, my face is hot... I... I don't know what to say or do. I want to say I love you back but... I can't say it until I know I mean it. You don't deserve empty words... nobody does."

The Psi-Dyke pokégirl nodded her head. Well that was a good thing. She'd have more time to get to know her Mistress and get her to love women best. That way even if the male DID get her attention... she'd prefer the redheaded form most!

Reaching over to the human redhead, Akane gently took one of Ranma-chan's hands. Holding it, she brought it over to her face. "Ranma?"

The back of her hand against Akane's cheek, the pigtailed Tamer asked, "Yeah, Akane?"

Blushing a bit, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts spoke in a quiet voice that was uncharacteristic of her. "Um... those other girls your huh-harem," she tried not to say the word like it was dirty. "Do you love them?"

"I care about them," the redhead answered honestly. "But I'm still unsure. I mean, I'm still getting to know them. They need me to Tame them, and I don't want them going feral. They're precious but I'm still getting to know them." She looked into the eyes of the short-haired brunette. "Does that answer your question good enough?"

A small smile came over the youngest Tendo. "Works for me," Akane answered, still blushing. "Um... can I ask something else?"

Nodding her head, Ranma replied, "Yeah."

Her face going a bright red, the youngest Tendo squeaked, "How does sex feel?"

The redhead went stock-still for a moment before she finally rebooted her brain. "Kami, that's gonna be a doozy to answer." Ranma-chan rubbed her forehead with her free hand as she tried to figure out how to explain. "It's mind blowing. It's physically like an exercise that is addicting and you want more of it. Emotionally, my head's spinning because my body's experiencing sensations that always seem to find a way to be new even if I've felt them before."

"At least," Ranko spoke up. "You're the first person that realizes just how sex feels for how it should feel." She snorted. "You won't believe how many malesexperience sex as 'whip it out, thrust a few times, and goo all over'..." she shuddered, having really hated those images she received while scanning people's minds.

Ranma-chan turned her head to look the lesbian pokégirl. "Hey, I've been hit on as a girl it's..." she shuddered. "My true gender aside and the fact I'm straight, the guys of this world make the hentai brigade where we lived look tame."

To such a thought, Akane shuddered. The concept still freaked her out; a whole world of men that operated on a level baser than that of that jerk Kuno and nearly the entire male student body of Furinkan High.

"So yeah," Ranma-chan continued. "I understand you have a right to hate most guys but just give me a break. Please?"

Crossing her arms over her chest, Ranko considered the male with tits' words. Finally, she begrudgingly nodded her head. "Very well... but... how do I put this?" Taking only mere moments to think of how to put it 'nicely', she told him in no uncertain terms, "Keep your cock in your pants. I'm not interest in seeing another limp saggy wick."

Ranma-chan's right eye twitched at the implied insult. "Saggy... limp... wick? Oh, that tears it!" She went to the bathroom, the sound of running water coming from the sink in that room.

"Ruh-Ranma?" Akane stammered. Oh no, he wasn't! He wouldn't! He couldn't do something that stupid!

Oh who was she kidding? Of course he would!

Once the water was hot enough, Ranma-chan stuck her hand underneath the stream, changing back to her birth gender. Turning off the water, it was a male Ranma that stomped back into the main room. "Look! I try not to toot my own horn but I doubt a saggy, limp wick would get an '11' standing like this!" He stated seriously, undoing his sash and dropping his baggy kemp pants.

"GAAAHHHHH!" The Psi-Dyke screamed in abject horror. "PUT IT AWAY!" Ranko shrieked as she dove under the covers of the bed, covering her head. "AUUUGH! MY EYES!" Ranko shrieked. "They burn! THEY BUUURN!"

Her eyes going wider than dinner-plates, Akane held her hands to her nose, trying to stop the rush of blood. "Holy shit!" She thought in shock. No wonder all those girls were chasing Ranma back home! He grew since the last time she saw it!

Smirking with satisfaction Ranma pulled his pants up. As he drew his sash back into place, he tried to get the last word. 'Try', being the operative word. "And that is tha-"

*CLONG*!

"OW!" Ranma rubbed his head after being hit with an unused bedpan. "What you do-HEY!" He gasped, the sight catching him off guard. "You're bleeding!" He gasped as he raced over to his fiancée.

Her hands still up on her face, Akane tried to tell him, "I got ah dose blehd cuz yoe had ta flash us!" She grumbled before dropping her hands, allowing her idiot fiancé to dabble her bloody nostrils with a tissue.

Slowly, Ranma crawled out from under the covers. "That... that was dirty!" Ranko sneered at the male that tried to aide her mistress. If looks could kill, the pigtailed martial artist would have burst into flames from the intensity of the Psi-Dyke's glare.

"Then don't insult my manhood!" Ranma snapped, before calming himself. "We even?"

Looking the male over a moment, the lesbian pokégirl snorted. "Fine, fine... you dirty male." Ranko growled when her stomach suddenly growl. "Ugh..."

Blinking his eyes at the familiar noise, the pigtailed male asked, "You hungry?"

The redhead pokégirl glared at Ranma. "Well, that wasn't a fart, you ass!"

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma looked about the room before spotting a notepad on the table near the bed. Deciding to try and score some brownie points, he took it and a pen. He jotted down a quick note, before ripping it off and handing it over to Ranko. "Here," he told the pokégirl. "Take this. When you go to the cafeteria down the hall, this will help make sure they don't give you shit."

Holding the paper, Ranko quickly eyed the note.

This Psi-Dyke "Ranko" is the pokégirl of Akane Tendo, companion to Ranma Saotome. Treat her well and feed her what she needs.

Ranma Saotome

Slowly raising an eyebrow, the lesbian Psychi-type looked up at Ranma and asked, "So you're admitting that they are eating out of your lap?"

Grinning, Ranma replied, "That and they'll appreciate it as an autograph." When she didn't look amused, he sighed and said, "Look. They know us here and that'll make sure they don't mistake you for a stray." Ranma looked away, trying not to ham up his kindness by saying something or looking like a confident or smug bastard.

The Psi-Dyke humphed. "Maybe you are something more than typical," Ranko said slowly as she looked between him and the note. Finally, the redheaded pokégirl decided, "All right, I'll go to eat... but if you molest my Mistress..." her eyes flashed.

"You can rip my dick off, but only if she demands it," Ranma stated seriously, trying to show the Psi-Dyke he had no intention of doing anything against her wishes.

Blinking her eyes once, twice, the Psychic-type had t admit... she wasn't sure what to make of such a response. "You are different," Ranko muttered before getting off the bed and walking off. "Not even the bravest of those dumb male would risk a vow with his pecker," she thought as she made her way to the PokéCenter cafeteria.

With the pokégirl gone, the pigtailed martial artist allowed himself to relax. "Oi..." Ranma groaned as he slumped back against the bed. "Sorry, Akane."

"It... it's fine. You handled it in the end," she murmured. Her face was now clean of blood but she still had a pretty red face.

Raising an eyebrow, Ranma asked his fiancée, "You okay? You're red." He hoped she wasn't running a fever. Last thing they needed atop of all this was complications.

Staring at her sometimes dim-witted compatriot, the youngest Tendo deadpanned, "Ranma, you flashed your stuff. I haven't seen it since we first met." Blushing further, she lightly whispered, "And it's bigger now..."

The pigtailed martial artist blinked his eyes once, twice. "Oh." He blushed a bit.

Looking down at her hands for a moment, Akane Tendo whispered, "Ranma?"

Gulping, nervously, Ranma shakily replied, "Yuh-yeah?"

"C-could we?" Akane tried. "Since we're alone... I mean... oh damn it." She looked away, blushing more furiously.

Now Ranma was curious. "What?" He asked, tilting his head to get a better look of Akane's face.

"I... I... um..." Akane stammered, blushing more furiously.

The old dense Ranma who was shitty at reading female would never have caught on to what she was getting at. However, the Ranma who had several crash courses in female actions understood. Plus it somehow, on a near eerie level, mirrored Nabiki's timidness back in the interrogation room. He gently cupped her right cheek and turned her to look at him. "Akane?"

"Y-yeah?" She managed to ask before his lips touched hers. Her eyes went wide but instead of a slap, punch, push or a yell... she leaned in and hugged him tightly. "He... he knew?" She could only question in absolute wonder.

Ranma sighed as he felt Akane pressed against him. "I know this seems odd but... I just feel you need reassuring right now." He held her back a little tighter while being mindful of her side that had been injured. "Just know that no matter what, I do care about you in some way, Akane. It's why I do a lot of the things I do. I don't want to see you hurt ever again."

"Oh Ranma..." Akane murmured softly, burying her face into his neck after the kiss had ended, indulging the desire to cuddle.

Leaning over so his lips were to her ear, the pigtailed martial artist whispered, "You have my promise, Akane. As long as I'm around, I'm going to see to it that as long as I have some form of control, nothing will harm you again." He smirked a little and added, "Even if it means taking you seriously with training."

A smile blossomed on the youngest Tendo's face. "You better." She lightly nudged his chest with her fist. "You better..." she whispered before taking a deep breath. "Say, Ranma?" She quietly spoke.

Lifting his head up to look at her, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts replied, "Yeah, Akane? What is it?"

The young woman took a deep breath. "I'm... hoping this isn't too forward. But for my night-time cleaning, would you... um... do it for me?" She asks, her face completely red.

He blushed in turn. "With or without Ranko?"

Akane winced. Right. Her pokégirl would probably clamor for that. "Could you be a girl then?"

Nodding his head firmly, Ranma admitted, "Probably would be for the best. There'd be less temptation that way." Blushing madly, Ranma bit his lower lip as he deliberated a decision. Finally, he decided, "Uh... sure, what the heck. But are you sure?"

Shrugging her shoulders, the youngest Tendo answered, "If I'm going to work on trusting you, why not like that?"

Despite himself, Ranma chuckled. "Nice to see that Akane can be a pervert as well when necessary..."

"HEY!" The young woman snapped in annoyance.

Grinning, the pigtailed male defused the situation by adding, "But a cute one!"

Pouting, the youngest Tendo told her fiancé, "Don't do that." Despite her annoyance, her pout broke and gave way to a smile.

"What?" Ranma asked innocently. "Tease you then call you cute to disarm you?"

Nodding her head firmly, Akane replied, "Yes."

Ranma considered that request for a moment before shaking his head firmly. "Nope!"

"Meanie," she giggled as she stuck her tongue out at him.

Standing in the shower; hands against the wall, Ranma sighed as the water cascaded down his form. He had a chance to tell Akane he loved her, to set things straight with the Psi-Dyke that looked way too much like his cursed form. But... he couldn't.

Why?

He could fuck pokégirls with the best of them... have sex with his fiancée's SISTERS... but when it came to saying three little words, 'I love you'...

He couldn't.

Why?

"Kami damn it," Ranma cursed. "Why? why? I know I care for her! She may be an uncu-NO!" He stopped that line dead in its tracks. "She's a cute tomboy and she drives me nuts, but I love her! Yet... I couldn't say it. Why?" He asked himself again, wondering 'why'. "Why?"

Was it he was a chicken? A coward? He shuddered at that. Another habit of the old man's he never wanted to have.

Maybe he wasn't sure? No, he was sure. Was it like with Nabiki? He didn't want to say it unless he meant it?

No... he'd mean it.

He shook his head. "Nabs was right. Sometimes saying the thing you want the most is the hardest thing ever." He growls at himself in frustration. "Maybe I'm just not letting myself say it until... I come clean about her sisters. Shit! I am not looking forward to that!" He said with a shiver. He could only imagine how Akane took to learning about him nailing her sisters... about him Taming Asrial even though she didn't need it; the excuse 'keeping up appearances' wouldn't cut it with her. Really, about the only thing she wasn't going to cut his nuts off for was Taming his pokégirls because they needed it!

Looking down at himself, Ranma told his hanging horse, "This is all your fault." While blaming his dick was somewhat therapeutic, Ranma knew what he'd need to do. He'd have to man up and tell her, but he'd make sure Nabiki and Kasumi were in on it; he might need their help.

Yes the Pokégirl Tamer was admitting he needed help. He needed it since they got here and this would be no different. He'd own up on his end but he prayed to various kami their presences might help... then again, if his life back in Nerima was any indication, they might make things worse.

However, Ranma was taken out of his thoughts as he heard a male voice form outside the room. "Hello? Is anyone in there?"

"Huh..." the pigtailed martial artist asked as he raised his head. "Ash, is that you?" Ranma asked loud enough to be heard.

The door to the bathroom slowly opening, said rookie Pokégirl Tamer poked his head in. "Oh good, no girls are in here..." he let out a sigh of relief; he didn't want any ladies hearing this. "Mind if I come in and ask you some stuff?" The young Sexum pleased. "And... um... you okay from the RV?" Not often he saw someone get up from what should have been a case of vehicular manslaughter.

Said victim just shrugged his shoulders. "It's all right, I've been hit worse," he told Ash before answered, "Sure. What do you want to talk about? And lock the door behind you. I forgot to do that and I really don't need anyone else coming in here." After all, he'd wanted to take a shower alone to have time to think, a rarity in this day and age since he came to this world...

...

Okay it was a rarity before, but damn it, he could consider things and plan like a master tactician when it came to working under the wire. "Sun Zu, eat your heart out," Ranma thought as he chuckled.

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ash looked towards the shower curtain, the figure of his brother making a dark outline; the shoulders trembling. "What's so funny?"

"What?" Ranma asked. He shook his head. "It's nothing. Just thinking is all," he told this world's... no... his brother. Kami-sama, that was so strange. Him having a brother... "So... like I said before, what do want to talk about?" Ranma asked getting over the oddity of the thought.

His shoulders slumping, Ash honestly asked, "Some advice, really."

The man underneath the flow of hot water from the showerhead asked, "On what? I can only tell you so much, kiddo." He sighed as he told him, "My memory's fuzzy." A bold-faced lie, true, but it was the story he was sticking to since it would keep people from realizing he didn't belong to this world.

"Uh, it's not family stuff," the younger male replied. Blushing a bit, he admitted, "It's... Tamer stuff."

Nodding his head, the pigtailed man in the shower replied, "Okay. Shoot."

Nodding his head, Ash started to open his mouth. "Well... I..." he sighed piteously. "Damn. How to say this?" He took a deep breath to clear his thoughts before finally inquiring, "How did you get so good? Girls fawn all over you!"

Ranma tolled his eyes. "I'm still asking myself that one. I didn't intend for it," the pigtailed martial artist told his flesh and blood. "They just practically flock to me." He brought a hand to his chin, scratching it in thought. "Probably doesn't hurt that I've practiced martial arts."

"Marital arts?" Ash questioned. That made sense. If his brother studied the art of love-making, then there'd be no hesitance, only confidence in handling pokégirls and home wom-

"Martial arts, not 'marital' arts. Martial ," Ranma said pointedly. "The study of the will and skills to fight, to maintain inner balance and..." he trailed off. Deciding not to go with what his father would spout to him, he decided a more direct approach was in order. "It's learning to kick ass, take names and get the poontang, all right?"

The young Sexum nodded his head like a bobble-doll. "I get it!" Ash replied. While it wasn't a common practice it also wasn't uncommon for some Tamers to take up self-defense techniques and fighting styles in case someone tried to mug them before they could pull out a pokégirl. "Although... how does Martial arts get you poontang?"

The man in the shower shrugged his shoulders. "It just seems to for me..." Ranma answered as he realized he might have over-stated that. Granted, back home a lot of martial arts capable girls came his way. "Let's just say a lot of fighting women have come my way, whether I wanted them to or not." He sighed. "I'll be honest, Ash. People may sing my praises but Pops did a shitty job of teaching me social stuff. He mostly wanted me to be the best..." he paused. "Tamer and fighter ever. If not for the Tendos and a few others, I'd be an idiot like half the other Tamers out there. Even as 'skilled' as I am... amnesia aside, I'm still learning."

As he came to a realization from his brother's explanation, Ash nodded his head slowly. "I see," he said softly. "So... mom told me dad was no good. You getting so many pokégirls and women really is all you, even if there's amnesia involved."

The young Pokégirl Tamer went silent for a moment before asking his brother, "Does this mean there might be hope for me on a genetic level?"

The pigtailed Tamer blinked his eyes once, twice. "Eh? What do you mean?" Ranma asked curiously from his side of the shower curtain. "You seem decent enough." Left unsaid was that he felt Ash was probably a better Tamer than a driver.

Ash snorted in disbelief. "Oh, sure I am! I have an Alpha who argues with me to no end and harps on me for everything I do!"

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma tried not to laugh, he really did. But it came out, hearty and loud. "HAHAHAHAHAA! Oh, oh Ash... take it from me! That's a good thing! It means she's comfortable with you to argue... kind of reminds me... of me and Akane..."

Ash was taken off-guard by that comment. "Wuh-wait! It's a good thing?" He didn't see how the Tomboy hating his guts could have been any positive indication to a healthy relationship whatsoever!

"Arguing?" Ranma replied. "No, not that. I'm talking about the fact that Misty feels comfortable enough that she can argue with you and knows you aren't going to treat her like shit." The pigtailed martial artist took a deep breath. "You need to understand that some girls... and men... like me," he begrudgingly admitted. "Can be socially awkward... especially if they like someone."

Ash immediately became defensive. "I DON'T LIKE THAT FLAST-CHESTED TOMBOY!"

Now Ranma couldn't help but bark out a laugh. "Oh yeah, you have it bad for her!" He laughed more, seeing so much of himself in his younger brother. Man, he wished he had an 'Ash' back home, although he was pretty sure he would've had a good Japanese name then. Maybe Satoshi. Satoshi Saotome...

Becoming flustered as his brother laughed at his predicament, Ash stuttered, "D-don't laugh!" It was bad enough being mocked by a stranger, his brother doing it was worse!

"S-sorry Ash," Ranma apologized. "It's just..." he trailed off, chuckling more. When he finally had himself under control, he was finally able to tell his younger brother, "It's just I see myself in you and Akane in her..." he smirked. "It's kind of cute."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, all the young Sexum could reply was, "You're weird."

"Welcome to my fucked up world," Ranma grinned... a smile that died as another matter came back to him. "Anyway, as you were telling me... what's your genetic problem?"

Blushing as the focus was back on what he'd originally come into the bathroom for, Ash raised a hand, scratching the back of his head. "Well... I've got endowment issues."

"You're still growing," Ranma replied.

Ash shook his head from side-to-side. "No, no. I know that! It's just..." the young man blushed. "Ranma... Mom had two of her harem help train me while growing up. They were..." she bit his lower lip. "Well, I guess you could say over-enthusiastic in some regards. I got... well... limp." He lowered his head in shame. "I'm nothing to write about but my best erection was a seven or eight incher, which is average for decent endowments even in my age group. But..." he shuddered. "I can barely pull off a five-inch erection now."

Needless to say, the raven-haired Asian's jaw dropped. "Wait, wait..." Ranma stopped his younger brother for a moment, trying to see if he understood what he was being told. "You mean to tell me that you got erectile dysfunction?"

Even though he couldn't see his brother through the shower-curtain, Ash could feel his eyes on him. "Not full impotency but... well, after my dick almost fell off thanks to an overzealous werewolf and a pokéwoman who liked to use vibrators... on ME... it's like I don't want to perform because my body expects to go through all that."

His jaw flapping wordlessly, Ranma was starting to get an idea of WHY the Genma of this world, and perhaps his own, had fled from Nodoka like the plague. He would have crawled through hell to find his mother before but if this was what it came to... he'd crawl right back the way he came to get away!

Sighing, Ash continued. "Shit. I know I can satisfy Misty, despite her gripes. In my defense, I was coming off some tranquilizers so I should have expected my performance to be off but I pissed Misty off with her last Taming and she won't shut up about it! She's making such an issue about my size now, too!"

"Ah, the devastating blow to the ego..." the pigtailed martial artist said in a sagely manner. "Yes, the males of our family take that well... NOT!" Ranma snorted before shaking his head. He turned the shower handle, shutting the water off. "Ash," he said as he pushed the curtain aside a bit, reaching his arm out. "Hand me my towel."

Staring at the hand, it took a moment for the young Sexum's mind to catch onto what Ranma has asked. "Oh, sure." Reaching over to towel rack, Ash grabbed one of the white towels and handed it to his brother.

Gripping onto and withdrawing the towel back into the shower with him, Ranma dried himself down. As he worked his legs finally, he then reached out with one hand while the other continued to hold the now wet towel. "My boxers?" He asked again.

The younger male raised an eyebrow. "What am I? Your MaidYvette?" Ash joked but still handed his brother his clean boxers, which had also been placed on the towel rack.

"Well fine," Ranma said from behind the curtain. He pulled it aside, dressed in the blue-lined white undergarments with the towel over his shoulders. "Next time, I'll just walk out in the nude, crushing your hopes with my... manliness... instead of sparing your feelings?" He offered as an option.

Groaning, Ash slapped himself on the face. "Okay, okay... I get it."

Ranma laughed a little at his sibling's reaction. Kami-sama, maybe being a brother had perks. The teasing was kind of fun when it was at someone else's expense for once. "So I assume you had trouble telling Mom about this?"

The young man nodded his head. "Well, Mom's great but..." he trailed off, pausing to think of how to put it as nicely as possibly. "A little kooky... hell, a lot kooky." He sighed in depression. "Frankly, I never brought it up because I didn't want her to or even Azalea and Kinshou to feel bad that they gave me mental and physical trauma."

His arms crossed over his chest, the pigtailed Pokégitl Tamer slowly nodded his head in understanding. "I can understand that. I've had issues like that where someone's caused you a burden but you're afraid to say anything about it." He sighed. "Maybe you need a personal trainer or something along those lines..." he looked down at himself. "Ash, I want to help you but I'm not sure where to even begin." He opened the door, stepping out of the bathroom. "I've got a lot I need to work through myself. I don't want to screw us BOTH up along the way."

"At least you're honest saying that," Ash mused. While it wasn't what he wanted to hear, at least his brother wasn't stringing him along. He sighed as he followed him out of the bathroom and into the main room.

Stepping about, Ranma sighed. "Well, dang... I'm sorry if I'm not that helpful to you bro, but I don't know what else to say."

Before Ash could reply, a melodic female voice spoke up. "Is something amiss, boys?"

Both male Tamers turned about to find Kasmi behind them. At the sight of the eldest Tendo, Ranma suddenly got an idea. Admittedly, it was partially devious, given Kasumi's recent dual nature... but maybe her P.I.M.P. status would come in handy? "Actually Kasumi... maybe you can help us?"

Kasumi blinked her eyes. "Oh?" She asked in surprise before smiling. "What is it I can do for you two?" Oh, she hoped they were going to ask her for a gang-bang!

"Could you help Ash?" The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer asked as he clasped a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Ash here is having some... Taming issues because of mom and her harem. Maybe you could... I don't know. You're a P.I.M.P. and you got a book of stuff Tamers should know. Could you share some of that knowledge with him?"

While not what she hoped they'd request, the woman perked up considerably. "Oh, I'd be happy to help." She smiled warmly, always happy to be of help! Plus, doing something constructive with her nymphomaniac nature would lessen her crazy urges.

Looking at the eldest Tendo, Ash rubbed the back of his head, a little embarrassed of a woman going to hear his 'problems'. Still, he took comfort in the fact that she was a P. . and a female one that at that, so it had to account for something. And it didn't hurt that Ranma trusted her. "So you think you can help me?" The young Sexum asked curiously, trying to keep the hope from his voice. He didn't want to sound too needy.

Smiling wider, Kasumi told him, "Of course. I will do my best to help you with your problems Ash, everything within my power! Even if you die trying!" She blinked her eyes once, twice. "Did I say that last part out loud?"

Slapping himself on the face, Ranma groaned in resignation. "You did..."

Kasumi placed her hands over her mouth suddenly. "Oh dear, oh dear!" She gasped. "I didn't mean that, I'm so sorry!" She apologized, utterly flabbergasted with herself. "I meant... uh... well..." she chuckled nervously and quickly said, "I'll do what I can."

Hiding behind his brother, a trembling Ash squeaked, "You mean it?"

Smiling widely, the eldest Tendo nodded her head firmly. "Oh yes I will. I promise!" She smiled more as she asked, "So what's the problem?"

To spare his younger brother some embarrassment, Ranma leaned in and whispered to the P.I.M.P.. relaying to her the young Sexum's problems.

Kasumi blink her eyes once, twice. Turning her head to look at Ranma, she asked, "Really?"

Looking away, a furiously blushing Ash answered, "Yes..."

The eldest Tendo tapped her chin, her brain already going over some ideas. "I think," she started to say. "I may have an idea. Something I read in a psychology book back home." Kasumi smiled mysteriously. "But before I implement anything, I think we should talk some more about you, just you and I Ash..." her eyes twinkled. "With your cutie Alpha."

Eyes going wide with fear, Ash tensed up. "Do... do we have to tell Misty!?" He squeaked out. He was hoping to work on this behind the pokégirl's back. She'd torment him about it for the rest of his life!

"I'll need her help, plus," Kasumi smiled as she took on a regal air of power. "I did promise her I'd give her some tips and I am a woman of my word!"

Gently, Ranma pat Ash's shoulder in sympathy for him. "Take it from me. Leaving the Tomboy out can often be more trouble than it seems to be worth." He sighed. "I know from personal experience."

At Ranma's words, Kasumi couldn't help but giggle. However, it didn't last long as she remembered something important. "Speaking of keeping people in the loop," she started seriously. "I believe Asrial wanted to have a talk with you, Ranma. She wants to talk to you about all that's gone on today."

Raising a hand and rubbing his face for a moment, Ranma nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to her one on one anyway, but so much has gone on."

"Indeed," the P.I.M.P. said in understanding. "Now shoo, shoo!" Kasumi waved him off, motioning for him to leave already.

Raising his hands in a warding gesture, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer replied, "All right, all right... I'm going!" He shook his head for a moment before turning to his younger sibling. "Hey, Ash! Good luck, Kasumi. Later!" So saying, he waved back at his little bro, leaving the room and heading down the corridor.

Making his way down the hallway, Ranma took a moment, waving back at the NurseJoys that would smile widely at him, all looking down as they did. He didn't think anything of it as he made his way towards the room he was sure Asrial and the pokégirls were using for planning and what-not.

Upon reaching the door to the room, he raised his hand, rapping on the surface with his knuckles.

"Who is it?" Came a familiar feminine voice from within.

"It's me, Asrial," the pigtailed martial artist replied.

"Oh!" The voice spoke up from the other side of the door. "Come on in, Ranma. The Door's unlocked."

With that as an answer, he brought his hand down to the door-knob. Turning the handle, Ranma opens the door and does as told, entering the room.

Looking towards the entrance as the door swung open, Asrial blinked her eyes in surprise. She smiled at him before saying, "Gee! Did you come dressed like that to cheer me up?"

Pausing in his tracks, Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. "What are you... talking... about..." he trailed off and looked down. "Argh!" He groaned. "I'm sorry," the pigtailed male apologized. "Kasumi told me you wanted to talk and I came right away; I wasn't even thinking about how I was dressed. I'd just gotten out of the shower and was side-tracked with talking to Ash..." he trailed off and just sighed in exasperation. "Sorry, Asrial. I've had a lot on my mind. If you want, I can go back to my room and get dressed properly. Then we can talk."

Smiling, the Salusian of Imperial Birth couldn't help herself as she let out a giggle; although she raised her hand to politely cover her mouth. "Ranma," she said as she lowered her hand once her laughing fit was over. "I've seen you buck-naked before. I don't care how you're dressed," she tells him while patting the bed she was sitting on, gesturing for him to come sit with her.

Nodding his head, Ranma told her, "If you're okay with it..." he closed the door behind him and then walked over to the bed. With the back of his legs to it, he sat down next to the Salusian princess. "Asrial, Kasumi told me you wanted to talk. I... I think I know what you want to say." Taking a deep breath, he told her, "Please don't feel guilty or nothing, all right?"

The blonde Salusian stared at her human friend for a long time before finally asking the intelligent question, "Huh?"

Squirming in his seat, Ranma didn't want to bring it up if she wasn't thinking about it, but... she did ask. "You feel bad because of the trial and stuff?"

With that asked, the skunk girl's ears flopped back. "A little..."

Taking a deep breath, the pigtailed martial artist patted her on the shoulder. "Well you did right as far as I'm concerned."

Turning her head to look at him, Asrial raised an eyebrow. "Even the iffy tech-salvaging?" She asked, referring to the Team Rocket goods she used to outfit the RV.

Shrugging his shoulders to that, Ranma admitted, "Well, in all honesty, I'm guilty of sticky fingers at times myself." Bringing a hand to the back of his head, he laughed awkwardly. "It's just... you protected yourself and the other girls in your care. You did damn good; even the judge realized it so they're letting us off lightly. I'm just glad we avoided you getting cycled and balled." He winced. "I don't know what I would've done if they had done that to you, taken away who you are and turned you into an obedient living fuck-toy."

Smiling a little at his words and the genuine show of care and worry he was displaying, she reached over to take his hand in her own. She gently gave it a squeeze as she told him, "Thanks for having my back."

His hand squeezing hers back, Ranma replied, "You got mine and I got yours; we'll get through this."

"I know, I just..." Asrial sighed. "I really didn't mean to draw so much attention."

Nodding his head in understanding, the pigtailed martial artist told her, "What choice did you have when those Rocket turds showed up?"

Mulling over his words for a moment, the Salusian slowly nodded her head as she begrudgingly accepted that statement. "I guess you have a point..."

A grin splitting across his face, Ranma added, "I think you impressed the other girls with your actions. Even Alice, who was ready to usurp your authority is now singing your praises." He chuckled. "So in this case, being reckless worked in your favor. That's something I can relate to." He took a deep breath before asking, "Asrial... how do you feel about your... punishment?" Yes, he knew it would be a sore spot but he wanted to know if she would be up to it.

Taking a deep breath, Asrial slowly exhaled. "I don't like it but I'll endure it. It certainly beats the fucking alternative." She shuddered in a mixture of disgust and fear. "I mean, we got off lightly so I better be grateful lest they decided to do something worse."

Leaning over, Ranma hugged her gently. "Don't worry. This may be embarrassing but I'm sure Alice and Cyan will watch out for you..." he blinked his eyes as the woman groaned. "...Was it something I said?"

Asrial leaned against Ranma smiling softly as she rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Oh, don't get me wrong, they'll look out for me all right... but they'll also have some fun at my expense and will likely want to have some Taming fun when it's all over."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, the martial artist genuinely asked, "You think they'd have stopped anyway?"

"Ha! I wish!" The Salusian replied before she nuzzled against Ranma. "Thank you."

Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma had to ask, "Thank me? For what? I did what anyone would do. Stand up for you and then offer and ear to listen." He shook his head as he wrapped his arms around her. "I just wish I could do more."

Closing her eyes, the Salusian churred a little as Ranma hugged her. "I'm sure you'll get to in time," she smiled as she simply enjoyed the embrace. "Mind if we stay like this for a bit?"

"Sure thing," Ranma replied as he continued to hold her. "Asrial," he whispered. "I also promise that when we get on the road again, we'll resume the search for your friends." He wanted her to know he hadn't forgotten about them. It's just that so much had gone on and kept them busy.

Hearing that promise eased the worry that filled the Salusian's heart somewhat. "Thanks, Ranma. Thanks a lot. I hope we find them... it's just..." she sighed. "They could be anywhere... and the way our luck's been, they could be on the other side of the planet."

Ranma winced. "I don't think they would have been brought all the way out there," he tried to reassure her. "I mean, you landed here with them. If they're needed by those Rocket jerks, I doubt they'd take them far or such." Left unsaid was that it was a possibility that they could be in another part of the League at this point.

The Salusian slowly nodded her head in understanding. "I know. I just hope they aren't too far..." Asrial sigh as she looked Ranma in the eyes. "Can I be selfish?"

Nodding his head, the pigtailed martial artist replied, "Sure."

Blushing bright enough that it showed up through her fur, she said, "Can I um..." the white fur of her face turning red, she blurted out quickly, "CanIstaywithyoutonight?"

Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. "You want to stay with me tonight?" He didn't think she meant sex so... it could be a break and a chance to rest up. "I don't have anything against that." He smiled at her. "It'll give us a chance to talk and relax, right?"

Calming down, the Salusian of Imperial Birth nodded her head. "Of course." She smiled happily; given what her punishment entailed she likewise was not having sex on the brain.

Taking a moment to think of what they could do, Ranma eventually offered. "Maybe we'll rent a movie or something and get take-out?"

Cuddling up to him, Asrial smiled warmly as she answered, "I like the sound of that..."

John Thomas—stop laughing, you Blue League bastards—looked on as yet another 'Supremely Important' memo was placed on his desk.

He was but an intermediary in the machine that was League bureaucracy. All he did was deal with decisions that were mostly null and void, simply applying the letter of the law where debate was no longer necessary.

A half-competent Bunny-type or even a moderately capable computer program could have done his job. It wasn't as if one needed higher brain functions to understand 'if Party B is no longer alive to contest Party A's lawsuit, then Party A wins'.

Yep, depending on how his day had been going, John was either thankful they did or cursing the stupidity of humanity.

It was one of those moments where one could end up dealing with unsatisfied litigants.

"Oh, he's dead? Well, all good for him, but how come I have to share evenly the proceeds with the other defendants in the lawsuit?"

The People v Pete Crankcase was one such matter. The man had apparently been killed by his cousin in prison, according to the most recent memo, followed by said cousin being killed by the prison guards as they tried to regain order in the prison. With that, and since the duo had no wills filed with the main bureau and no other living relatives, the property and everything else went to settle their debts.

And boy, did they have debts. The lawsuit alone would eat up nearly all of their capital.

Hmm, seems their property recently was burned down via Team Rocket, he thought, pulling up the file, wishing it wasn't half an hour before quitting time. It wasn't as if he was going to get any overtime. And he was already three cases behind what his supervisor insisted was their 'target work production value' for their cases dealt with.

Not that John cared, it was just a way for the ass-kissing peon to suck up and get a raise, promotion, or both. The budget-slashing weasel was too busy trying to get the few human women on staff to sleep with him to actually do his own share, which was often then passed on to those like John.

Like he didn't have enough work to deal with already. Maybe I can get the bastard fired somehow…

Well, maybe later. I better get this case finished. I still got a few more cases to make my quota.

He pulled up the file and compared it to the most recent note. It was obvious that this 'Ranma Saotome' would receive a bulk of the profits and the two remaining pokégirls; a CharAmanda named Blowtorch and an Iron Maiden called Viceclamp. He had been the first to file a lawsuit. Moreover, according to several of the 'dates of incidents', most of the other lawsuits had elapsed the statute of limitations. As such, their desire for reparations would go unfulfilled. As far as he was concerned, it was just another example of frivolous lawsuits that clouded his desk day in and day out.

That didn't count the ones who would drop their suits after they learned just whom Pete had been alleged to be running around with.

The fact said lawsuits even made it to his desk, when the limitation was six months and the event had happened five years ago with no reason to consider the original crime ongoing, was not too surprising. Special interests always found a way to keep loopholes open.

Well, those were cases he could now consider closed. In cases like this, the money and property went to the ones who filed their lawsuits on-time. If the others didn't like it, then they should have filled better paperwork or at least sued earlier.

"Hmm, property burned down, not much of a land boom in Pewtit, which cuts the property value down a bit…

"Pokégirls are in decent shape, no scars or major diseases, no major DNA-tampering… That should raise their value.

"Loss of all equipment due to the fire… Major equity loss…"

"Wow, not much left to even hand over to the first claimant," muttered John as he looked at the final tally. The requested amount wasn't even half-satisfied with what remained. Property values weren't exactly high for a developed property turned into a war zone, the building burned down, a fence wrecked, people dead, pokégirl biological covering it…

Shrugging, he simply filled in the name of the original plaintiff to receive the entire estate, including the two pokégirls. Hopefully the two weren't that hung up on their old master.

At least the rejection letters to the other complainants would be fun to write. It was always the best part of the job.

That was the truth because he could always use his boss's name. Let him do his job and deal with the public.

"Thank you, Mr. Saotome," he said, finishing the file and realizing he still had enough time to at least start on another file. Being bitched at for missing the daily quota by one file was much better than being bitched at for missing it by two.

"Okay then, next case," he muttered, pulling up the next file.

Bureaucracy waited for no man, especially one who actually did his job.

Closing the door, Nabiki released a breath she had been holding. "Well, that went well," she muttered, turning back down the hall. This day was not likely to get any better.

She had just finished getting her own bath, not wanting to go to dinner with the possibility of smelling of sex. She realized it didn't make any sense, but at dinner, she would be much closer to her little sister than she had been for the few minutes upon their return. The less chances they took with things that could possibly set Akane off, the better.

Nabiki took a steadying breath, trying to calm any and all fears her mind was calling up. Akane had a psychic pokégirl with semi-fanatical loyalty to her, if that afternoon's first meeting was anything to go by. If push came to shove, she knew Ranko the Psidyke—not to be confused with the soon to be famous porn human-actress Ranko Saotome—would not hesitate to mind-scan them for dirty little secrets.

Moreover, if Akane learned about the fact that Ranma was 'Taming' more than just pokégirls or even Asrial…

No, they would have to confess soon, hopefully before Akane learned via other sources and while they were in an area too readily recorded to make a body disappear or at the very least where immediate medical attention could be brought.

Time was going to be a factor in many things soon. Ranma's community service hours, Asrial's public punishment, the lack of Starter Pokégirls for the Tendo sisters, Akane's recovery time…

How long before Team Rocket sent someone for payback and possible retrieval of technology? They couldn't let something that public go unanswered, even if they had other issues to worry about. Sooner or later, they would target the Nerima transplants and another confrontation would occur, and it would be doubtful it would be easy.

If they were lucky—a big if since the world was vaster than before—it might occur in or near a city where they could get help.

"Right," she snorted quietly. "If they're as bad as everyone says they are, what are the odds we won't be hung out to dry by some paid off lackeys?"

Shaking her head, she knocked on the door to her pigtailed lover's room, wanting to fetch him before dinner—and well before she even considered going to fetch Kasumi, let alone went to pick up Akane. Maybe I just need to have us all sit down together and discuss this. Stressing out won't do me or anyone else any good.

Besides, we're all in this together. So it would be best not to have people completely clueless.

And if Kasumi makes a suggestion for a weapon, I'll know what to fear.

Her thoughts ended as the door opened, a smile growing on her face accompanied by a small blush as it revealed…

"Asrial?" asked Nabiki, blinking her eyes.

"Oh, hey Nabiki," smiled the Salusian Princess. "Ranma's just getting dressed."

"My, he worked quickly," smirked Nabiki.

"Oh? OH!" replied Asrial, blushing as the accusation. "No, he came to talk to me after meeting with his brother and Kasumi. He just forgot to put on … pants," she said quietly.

Upon hearing that, Nabiki did what she felt the situation called for.

She laughed.

"Are you okay?" asked Asrial, watching as the middle Tendo sunk to her knees, holding her stomach as she laughed.

"Y-yeah," snickered Nabiki, trying to reign in her laughter. "Y-you just don't know h-how much I needed that." Forcing herself to a standing position, she tried to focus, to move past the humor of Ranma walking down the hallway in a place filled with horny medical pokégirls, either in boxers or nude—boxers more likely as she doubted Kasumi in her current mindset would have walked away from a nude Ranma.

She devolved into a fit of laughter once again as the image reasserted itself in her mind's eye.

"Glad I can provide that sort of reaction," grumbled Ranma, fully dressed, as he appeared behind Asrial, swinging the door in a bit wider to allow him an unobstructed view of the laughing Tendo.

"S-sorry," giggled Nabiki, standing up once again. "But you have to see the humor in it," she continued. "I'm surprised a NurseJoy hasn't jumped you for that."

"Yeah, well, I guess they ain't gotta," he replied, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "I mean, from what little info we got, I know they're included in the community I got to service."

Nabiki blinked before she broke into a fit of giggles once more.

"Are you sure this is the right way, Master?" asked Assrial, as she and Jeremy slowly made their way through the headquarters.

"Do you hear it?"

"… No."

"Then this is the right way," quickly replied Jeremy, glad that at least the emergency illumination was a bit better than what had been in the lab.

The duo had been making their way about, trying to find an exit—after of course having found an area to clean up and change clothes. The altered Master Ball was worthless, the circuitry fried from both it escaping and Rocket's attempt to get around the security protocols that were meant to prevent accidental release. What equipment remained intact or even powered within the labs were useless to create another Master Ball to try to recapture Wall-E.

Not that he had any plans to. Hell no; he wanted to get the hell out of this place, head back home, and beat the shit out of his employer. In fact, should this thing get public, he was going to ensure all information at the lab specifically said the dear Professor was the best to handle it. Jeremy would be busy working on new altered Master Balls in case it ever came after him again.

Well, that or some weapon that would fry the circuitry in it. However, he knew at least using the Ball worked.

"Master, I think I hear something?"

"Oh Thousand Gods," whined Jeremy.

"No, not that," replied Assrial, as she approached a closed door. "I think I hear trapped pokégirls."

Sighing, Jeremy turned towards the door, noting the computer lock. Pulling off the panel with a twist of a small military knife he found, he looked at the wiring. "No real power except the backups," he murmured, pulling out a small kit he had retrieved from his own gear. Working for a moment, he twisted the final wire into place.

"Okay, I routed some of the backup power to it."

"But how will we get the code?" asked Assrial.

Smirking, Jeremy pointed to the "RESET" button on the back of the circuit board. "The Professor tended to lock himself out of his labs a lot. I had to learn about this stuff to get him back in."

Assrial blinked at that. "He … forgot his own security codes."

"Considering he replaces them with the same code, I always wonder how he forgets them," said Jeremy, placing the face back on the panel. Pushing a few buttons and swiping a stolen library card from a dead guard, the door slowly opened.

"Please help us!" came a very familiar—dreadfully so—voice from inside, oddly from several directions.

"Ichikoo?" asked the duo.

Looking around in small cells were over a dozen pokégirls, no two the same type, most rare types, on either side of the room. Behind them at the far end was a larger room, the opening shielded by a large door made of translucent plastic, showing that power still existed in that room.

Access was going to be easy considering the small familiar hole in the front of the door, mirroring that from a nearby wall between two cells on their left side.

It had been through there.

"Woah," said one of the pokégirls that resembled Ichikoo, the style making him think it might be a Pengal, spoke. "Asrial got fat."

"I'M NOT FAT!" yelled Assrial.

"Hey, does Jeremy look older to you guys?" asked one of the Ichikoo that looked like a Titter.

"Yeah, it looks like the fatty gave him some crow's feet," replied a Kunimitsu.

"I did not give him crow's feet!" yelled Assrial.

"She didn't deny being a fatty this time," replied a figure further back, the light dim enough where neither of them could identify which pokégirl she was.

"I'M NOT FAT!"

Jeremy just looked around. Are each of these cells holding a pokégirl Ichikoo? How did Rocket get her? Why would they even clone variants of her?

"Wow, the alien rescues us after getting fat," muttered one Ichikoo in the back. "And those damn terrorists aged Jeremy in just a few days."

"Bastards, all of them," whined another Ichikoo. "First they torture us and then they turn us into animal girls!"

"This wouldn't have happened if he had just married us and ditched her."

"What the hell are you bitches talking about!?" yelled Assrial. "You were never supposed to marry Master! You were always working with Rivalsan!"

"… EWWWWWW!" cried the assembled girls at once.

"Master?"

"Wow, never knew Jeremy was into that kinky stuff."

"Guess I should have brought my play toys over then when I moved."

"Hey! Those are my toys, not some damned screw-up copy's!"

"O~kay," muttered Jeremy, looking around for anything to open the cells with. He didn't know why Rocket had cloned Ichikoo, why the clones insisted they were supposed to marry him, or why this sudden disgust with Lendo—well, that wasn't too hard, the time it took was a real surprise.

But they didn't deserve this, especially with it running around. "Any of you know what's in the other room?"

"Not really," said the Pengal as Jeremy worked to open their cells. "Just that every time it opens, one of us would come out."

Nodding, Jeremy finally found the releases and activated them, hoping that nothing bad would happen.

He was wrong.

Several of the Ichikoo clones tackled him, the ones in the rear of the block had gone to the remaining door, banging on it, trying to rip it open, calling for revenge.

"Hey! Get off my Master!" yelled Assrial.

"Master?"

"Guess she wasn't joking."

"Well, that would explain why I never got him."

"Didn't I just say that? You copies just don't listen well, do you?"

"You? I'm the real Ichikoo!"

"No you're not! I am! Tell them, Jeremy!"

"No, I am!"

"Honey, you need to lose a little weight."

"Get off him before I fry your asses!" roared Assrial.

"We shouldn't be yelling!" called Jeremy. "There's something running around this base killing everyone! Do we really want it coming back!"

"It?"

"You mean that cute little thing?"

"Well, it did go through the walls."

Assrial blinked. "We just saw that thing turn half a dozen Rocket thugs and grunts into puree and several more in the hallways."

"Y-Yeah," muttered Jeremy, as the pokégirl clones moved away enough for him to stand up. "And they fried the only thing that could stop him. So let's get everyone, stop yelling, and run like hell!"

"Um … guys," spoke one of the clones in the back, having opened the door enough to look in. "I think everyone is going to want to look at this!"

"AAAAAHHHHH! Kill it! Kill it!"

"NOOOOOOOAARRRGGHHH!"

"It got Kenny!"

"YOU BASTARD!"

The trio of two humans and one pokégirl huddled together, a dresser against the door, a bed overturned to provide them some cover and muffle the sound of gunfire and carnage in the outer hallway.

"Oddly, I feel a little sorry for them," muttered Ichikoo.

"IT HAS MY LEG! HELP ME! HELP MEARRRRRRRRRCK!"

"Waalllllllll~Eeeeeeeee."

"What the hell was that?" asked the vulpine pokégirl.

"I don't think we want to know," whimpered Jeremy.

The sound of gunfire rang for a few more seconds as another guard was heard yelling, before his yells of anger turned to yells of panic, a squashing and crunching sound was heard before the voice cut off abruptly.

"Waalllllllll~Eeeeeeeee."

They huddled together closer, not saying a word, not looking at each other, trying to shut out the horror of what they were hearing, hoping that by being silent, whatever had caused the sounds of slaughter would leave them be.

The sound of breaking concrete reached their ears as whatever it was crashed through the wall, making them pull themselves tighter, hoping it would pass, praying to any deity they knew that whatever it was would pass them by without noticing or caring.

Their prayers were answered a few seconds later as it passed through another wall.

They waited another minute until the vulpine clone raised her head. "I … I think he's gone."

"He?" asked Ichikoo.

"He, she, it, whatever," shrugged the pokégirl. "I just know we shouldn't head the way it went."

"So we should go into the hallway where the guards were slaughtered?"

"Would you rather go down the path of what slaughtered them?"

"… Point," said Ichikoo. "Well, what now?"

"We grab what we can, get the hell out of here, and go look for Asrial," replied Jeremy, adjusting his glasses while trying not to think of anything that might make him throw up.

The dead guards would be enough for that endeavor assuming the smell didn't so him in first.

"The other DNA samples," stated Ichikoo. "If that bearded bastard didn't take them, we need to trash them."

"Agreed," said the vulpine pokégirl. "They shouldn't be allowed to do what they did to me to anyone else."

"Well, any idea how to get where they did that to you?" asked Jeremy, looking slightly nervous as he examined the holes. How could something so tiny be so deadly and indestructible?

"I-I think so," said the pokégirl, clearly not wanting to recall such memories.

Nevertheless, by the honor of the Ichinohei clan, she would not let something like this happen to anyone else, or any other clones of her. "Um, out the door, down the hall, second left … I think."

"And if we see whatever did that?" asked Jeremy, pointing to the hole in the wall and the bloody tracks.

"We run like hell," replied Ichikoo as she poked her head out. "Um … don't look right, Jeremy."

"Let's just get out of here and find Asrial," sighed the human male. "What do we do if we run into any guards? From the way Gendo talked, he wouldn't like us leaving."

"Assuming they don't have better things to worry about, just mimic that thing's cry and hope they are smart enough to run away," offered Ichikoo.

"Oh right, because these guys were the exception that proved the rule," growled the pokégirl. "Assholes, got what they deserved and—ewww! I stepped in one!"

"I … I don't think I ever wanted to hear that," muttered Jeremy, pulling his shirt above his nose and going through the hole.

"So they failed," growled Taro. "When do I go to clean up their mistake?" he asked with a smirk.

"You don't," stated Gendo from the computer screen. "Because of the scope of their failure, we cannot make any movements at this time. Those we could count on for support would be unable to assist us."

Taro growled. They failed and he wasn't going in!? "What the fuck?"

"You would be too high-profile," stated Gendo. "Your methodology would further endanger our mission."

"What mission?' hissed Taro. "Those cunts were sent in to wipe out a storage depot."

"The depot was destroyed, the technology and weapons discovered. It is already a failure." Gendo closed his eyes for a moment. "A Level-S group has appeared there, containing individuals that I wish to capture alive and undamaged. Sending you for that would result is a failure, as you lack the subtly to complete the objective."

Taro flexed his fists, wanting nothing more than to declare that his boss was misinformed. But it was true. Delicate missions like that weren't his style. His tastes were more towards massive battles and blood spilt. The only thing that made his last mission even palatable was the fact the psychics had been able to give him control of Pete's cousin so he could stab the fool.

Not as good as being there, but still enjoyable. That look of fear in Pete's eyes, the moment he knew he was a dead man, the smell of blood in the air…

"So, who are these targets, so I don't smear them later on?" he asked with a shark-like grin.

"That information is nothing you need to know at the moment," Gendo replied. Not only did Taro not need to know it, but also the possibility of a pure human analog of someone Taro would gladly break orders to kill… No, that information would be kept secret for as long as possible.

Gendo would rather not kill such an asset if it could be avoided, at least until he had outlived his usefulness.

A blinking light on his display caught his attention. "One moment," he stated, as the screen went blank.

Taro growled, dropping into his seat and putting his feet on the counter. "Shit, this is boring," he sighed. Turning his head lightly, he wondered if any of those psychic sluts would put up a good fight; maybe even sense some good competition in the area. He felt the need to kill something, something that would give a good struggle back.

"Taro," replied Gendo, coming back online. "Proceed immediately to Base 17. I just received an alert from them about an unknown attacker that is slaughtering the personnel."

The assassin blinked at that. "I thought you were there."

"I had items to take care at Base 4 that could not be delayed." Not that the base number told Taro anything. He would only learn base numbers when it was needed.

Taro did not need to know where Base 4 was.

"Get there now, secure the base. Any humans located are to be captured, preferably undamaged, or I shall ensure you suffer for that failure."

"So I can go rescue these ones but not capture those ones who fucked up the losers?" sneered Taro.

"Because this threat is listed as capable of handling all weapons used on it," replied Gendo. "I would assume you would enjoy … dealing with it."

"You heard the Boss, you worthless sluts! Base 17 now or it'll be your hides!"

Taro continued smiling as he returned to his front seat. The chance to kill something so dangerous…

He never noticed the smile on Gendo's face as the screen went dark.

The two women sat there, gaping at the now blank screen, having witnessed what they had wanted to see.

Nodoka was smiling in joy, having witnessed only a small sampling of her eldest son's manly skills. She was glad that he didn't copy any of his father's bedroom moves—which meant no girl he ever bedded would be faking it. Hell, she knew some retired Tamers who couldn't pull moves like that back in their prime.

Oh yes, she would need to watch the rest—for verification purposes, of course. But her son definitely deserved a reward! And if she could get him to take his younger brother under his arm, train him in his ways…

It brought a tear to her eye, the possible legacy that would create.

As Nodoka drifted off on daydreams of her sons both becoming Harem Masters, Tsunade's mind was on a different tangent.

Despite the age difference, she had once slept with Ranma—as far as the law was concerned, old enough to Tame meant you were an adult in the eyes of the Law. True, she had been somewhat tipsy when said male had wooed her to the rented room, but her mind vividly recalled the events. She recalled every taste, touch, caress, and moan.

Compared to what she had seen on the video, this new Ranma had very little resemblance to his old style. Granted, it seemed to be a massive improvement, given the Peekabu's reaction, not to mention the Salusian and the human girl's own reactions. He was definitely fitter than before. She knew some guys who could run marathons, but would be put to shame with what was just displayed. True, both would adapt to the demands of their lovers, but the new Ranma was quicker at it, more skilled.

None of that made sense, given his story. How could he forget so much about his own past, but show such skill with bringing a woman to orgasm?

No, something wasn't right. Jusenkyo didn't make people into lovers of that quality.

It made them dead.

But why claim he had been in Jusenkyo? What more, why leave all his gear behind?

And why tell such a story to explain your absence?

Her mind dived into dozens of possibilities. Genma was easy to figure out. He probably owed someone some money, pissed off someone, and simply hoped a trail leading to those cursed grounds would make people think he was dead and gone. The fact Ranma's pack had been found was a miracle.

Oh well, the fat fuck would probably surface, doing the same damn stuff.

But Ranma? He had been too independent to follow a plan like that. He would have struck out on his own.

So where had he been? Where would he have learned such skills, skills he couldn't even admit he had gotten.

It couldn't be, she thought, eyes wide.

A few years back, a rumor had been going about. It had stated that the Hidden Master of Nookie, Master Leep of the Leep School of Proper Lovin', had been looking for an apprentice, someone to take his position and school over.

Leep was a legend. He was said to be a sexual master, capable of taking any woman or pokégirl to untold heights of pleasure. But he was more than that. He trained human women in the ways of sex, under the rule that they teach any male they had sex with to be somewhat better than before. It cut both ways, as the male would be forced to become a better lover, their ego not tolerating that they had been the first to pass out.

As such, it was why he and his students were despised and loved. It was a challenge to the status quo, a way of women to have power over men.

In fact, it was likely why some arranged marriages insisted the woman be a virgin—a Leep-trained woman would know her new hubby as much skill in the bedroom as a Tomboy in the kitchen—as well as some black-market bounties on his head.

Not that they had been collected. No one knew where he trained these women, how he chose them, or what his training consisted of. The information was removed from their minds, including his face or anything that could identify him. Some even thought it was just a conspiracy; that no real Leep existed. Hell, many ignored the rumor of his looking for a successor, because it always popped up every few years.

But what if the rumor was true? she wondered. What if those years he had been gone, Ranma was being trained by Leep?

It fit the known facts very well. Ranma would have had to abandon his gear, in case it could be tracked. Since no one knew how Leep trained, it could be seen that to make Ranma a future successor, it took that long to train him, perhaps undo some of the bad habits his father tried to instill in him.

But for the mind to be erased of so much? Perhaps Saotome had linked more of what he had known to the training, perhaps even figuring out where Leep was training people.

Maybe Saotome had done something wrong, and the lost memories were punishment for it.

Who could say?

She might inform him of her suspicions later. If people suspected he was a Leep-successor, he'd have more people after him than just Rocket—not just to kill him either. Hell, the Nurse Joys had already began to try and bribe her for a jockeying position on the list for Community Servicing.

Not to mention the other Civic Duty pokégirls trying to secure a top spot. A few were even inquiring about the proper procedures they should go through so that when they became pokéwomen, they could secure a chance to be bred by him.

She squeezed her own thighs together, trying to ignore her own thoughts on such matters—or the right to 'test' the Tamer to determine the proper schedule for him. As things stood, she'd be lucky to stand up from her chair without her pants sticking to the seat.

Taking a calming breath, she turned to the console and sent a request for dinner to be delivered there for them.

She did have her research to work on, after all. But so far, two things were certain.

One, his sentence wouldn't last a month. It'd probably not even take two weeks with his stamina.

Two, those pokégirls were definitely going to leave their turns satisfied.

Akane lay in her bed, waiting for the Nurse Joy to finish her exam.

"Still tender," I see," the pokégirl responded sympathetically, checking the area where the cloned tissue met the original. Occasionally, she'd run some tool over the area, consulting a nearby monitor and humming.

"Not as bad as this morning," Akane admitted.

"Mistress is a fast healer," Ranko stated with a smile, holding Akane's hand. Luckily, the male wasn't there at the moment, allowing her to work herself deeper into Mistress Akane's heart.

Granted, she was a bit confused by it. The male hadn't immediately stated he loved Mistress, which made no sense. The lousy gender usually never hesitated to say the L-word, especially when it increased their chances of putting their vile flesh into the sacred temples of anything female.

Empty words; Ranko knew their meaning well, heard plenty of pokégirls bitch about some male saying those words, moaning about such lies.

To hear a male say them? Well, perhaps it was because he was half-girl, which could explain why he seemed to understand such things.

Shaking her head, she returned her attention to her Mistress. The woman had asked that Ranko try and be friends. He did have some small uses.

She'd never had so much food offered to her at a Pokécenter. At this rate, she'd be lucky to have any room for dinner, let alone any 'extra' that might happen tonight when her Mistress was bathed—she had already inquired about low-fat whipped cream, a little fruit, and whatever else would make certain that her Mistress would need a good scrubbing afterwards.

And during the night, when her new Mistress was sleeping, maybe Ranko would be able to peek into her mind and learn a few more things to help her quest to woo her away from the Dick-side.

"Well," the Nurse Joy spoke, "it appears the tissue is integrating nicely, no sign of rejection. Blood-oxygen levels are in the green, kidney seems to be a bit slow, but that's normal for these types of replacements. It should be up to full potential in a week or two.

"That said, please avoid anything taxing on them for a month. That includes drinking and certain sweet drinks. I'd prefer you have this new kidney running at full strength before even pressing it.

"I'm also recommending the staff start providing you with more liquids that help keep a kidney flushed, when offering you any more meals in here or if you go outside the room again."

"Thank you," Akane nodded with a smile. It was always a great relief to hear that it was okay. At times, she was fearful that her second chance, her chance to live her life and stop … worrying, being fearful, nervously letting her embarrassment run her life.

Maybe third chance was a better term. Her second had been after Saffron.

She didn't want to wonder about how many chances she had left before she had no more.

No, from now on, she wouldn't let her paranoia, her fear, rule her decisions. She had already taken a grand step forward a while ago, asking Ranma to help bathe her. Akane only hoped her nerves didn't give out during that event, or that Ranma and Ranko could keep civil throughout the washing.

Luckily, it was still a few hours off; the nurses were giving her a quick checkup before they gathered for a meal.

And then…

"Well, I see no issues with you having a meal in the cafeteria tonight," the nurse pokégirl finished, putting the equipment away. "Luckily, most of the males who had been here for the tests today already left for their journeys, wanting to get on the road and earn some cash."

"Well, that's good, I suppose," Akane admitted. Hopefully, those that remained wouldn't be hitting on her. She could still recall a few stares in the testing room, recall Nabiki's explanations. It made her very glad that Ranma was there to protect them all, and now Ranko as well, to ensure those massive libido-led perverts stayed away.

At least, until she was strong enough to show them why she was the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes. There was a reason those hentai at Furinkan only tried to defeat her in the mornings in front of the school, and not the hallways or anywhere else.

"Now then, let's get you in your chair," the Nurse Joy said with a smile.

"Can I assist you in this, Mistress?" Ranko asked.

Akane gave her a slightly hooded gaze. "Can you do it without groping me?"

Ranko chuckled lightly. " Don't worry, Mistress, I'll be gentle … mostly."

Sighing at the response, Akane motioned for them to get ready. She was hungry, after all, and at times like now, she wanted to be closer to those she trusted.