Anime Addventure : PokeDiggers

by tutcat

AA, Gold Diggers, Ranma, Pokegirls, Sweet lemony goodness (Up for Adoption) fix chap 1

2. Chapter 2

PokeDiggers

by PsyckoSama

Ranma stood up with a grunt.

"What the hell is going on here?" he wondered out loud. Mentally he than added, "Why was my landing spot so soft."

Looking down, he almost jumped out of his skin. A girl! He landed on a girl! Quickly has was down on his knees making sure she was alright. She wasn't.

Her clothing was soiled and torn, and her body was caked with mud and covered with shallow wound. It look like she was running from something or someone.

Ranma quickly turned her over, to get a better look at her wounds. She was beautiful. While he couldn't make out the features of her face, he could just tell.

"Are you okay," he asked.

"Hey, you, get away from her! She's MY property! I own her, and she's coming with ME!"

Ranma's mind quickly accessed this information. She was his property. Did that mean she was his slave? This girl was running away from something... could that something be her master? And from the looks of it, he was very cruel. Not that mattered. He had no idea what was going on, but he could find out later. First, he do all in his power to protect this girl.

It was his duty as a martial artist...

Ranma's battle aura exploded into life, as he exclaimed, "If you want this girl, you'll have to get through ME!" slowly he turned around, coming face to face with...

by PsyckoSama

Both Ranma and his extra dimensional duplicate froze in shock. At once they both expressed a single thought. "Hey, you look just like me!"

The local Ranma was first to respond. "So you have my face, so what. That doesn't mean you're any match! I'm Sextome Ranma of the Sextome school of Anything goes Pokegirl Taming. If you get in my way, I'll remove you."

Ranma blinked. They almost had the same name too. Reluctantly, Ranma opened his Ki senses to gage his new opponent. What Ranma did know, was that all extra-dimensional versions of the same person were connected by a kind of spiritual thread, so when he opened his mind to his other version he didn't just sense his Ki, he felt the very core of his mind and soul.

Evil. This other Ranma was pure evil. His soul was black, and corrupted with power and his own sadistic ego. Never before had Ranma felt so sickened.

This monster thrived on cruelty, the humiliation and mistreatment of his... pokegirls? What the hell was a pokewoman? It didn't matter. He would ask later.

Ranma's eyes narrowed with icy cold conviction. This bastard was going down. "I am Saotome Ranma of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts, and I'm going to stop you."

The evil Ranma smirked. "Oh yeah, lets see how well your pokegirls battle. When I win I might just leave you with one... maybe."

Saotome Ranma sneered. "I do my own fighting."

Sextome Ranma laughed. "Ha! A fool who thinks he can defeat a Pokegirl with just hands! Lets see how you measure up to my fighting type! Amazonchan, I choose you!"

The local Ranma threw a ball, and summoned the fighting type pokegirl.

Ranma blinked. Did that girl just pop out of a ball?

Before he could see her face, she turned around. "Master, he's you " she said, detecting the two Ranma's spectral link over her bond.

"Just do as I say, and kill him, bitch!" roared her tamer as he pulled back his had an struck her. The pokewoman quickly turned around, giving Ranma his first look at her face.

The only thing Ranma could look at was her eyes. Hopelessness. All of this girls freewill and hope for a happy life had been beaten out of her. She was his slave body and soul.

Deep within the pit of Ranma's soul a pillar of rage began to build. This bastard was going DOWN! He would die before this bastard got away with it...

"Hahaha! No do you see the folly of your ways, now move and I'll let you go."

Ranma scowled, and moved into a fighting stance. Around him a inferno like battle aura of Red-Ki faded into view. "You are going down..." hissed the pigtailed youth.

"Attack this fool," casually replied the other Ranma.

The Amazonchan reluctantly nodded, and charged with a furious combo.

Ranma was impressed. The girl wasn't bad, but she could never win. She didn't fight with her spirit. A person who didn't want to win would never be disappointed.

Ranma jumped back and lashed out with a single kick, knocking the Amazonchan aside with furious power. Sensing an opening, he bounded forward to attack his true target.

As he approached the other Ranma, he lashed out with a flying spin kick. The blow connected with a wet snap, and the other Ranma went flying limply back, his neck snapped like a dry twig.

Ranma froze in shock. He just killed him! He had expected his enemy to be a martial artist, but he wasn't! This wasn't like Saffron! This was murder!

He felt horrible. He had just killed in cold blood, but that's not what scared him the most. He felt no pity, no regret. He knew with all his heart and soul that this person had long ago given up his breathing rights and the world was better off without him. He even had a sense of grim satisfaction that comes with a job well done. This is what scared Ranma.

He stood in place, looking at the dead man. Then it hit him. A wave of power lashed across his body and the dead Ranma's strength was given to him. Ranma recalled the same thing happening in a action moving called The One. By killing your extra-dimensional counterparts you gain their power.

Ranma looked over to the two girls laying on the ground. He was confused, his head was spinning, and had to do something...

by PsyckoSama

Ranma quickly thought to himself to formulate a plan. Okay, he had a dead body of himself, two girls who were not in the best shape, and he didn't know what the hell was going on.

First thing he decided to do was look for cover. The search didn't last long, because right in sight was a set of bluffs with a nice sized cave set in it.

The next thing he decided to do was check the girls. The first he got to was the 'Amazon-chan'. The beautiful blond was sporting one hell of a burse on the side of her head from his kick, but she looked to be okay. After a quick check to look for additional injury he left her be for the moment.

The other girl was in far worse condition. She was also bare ass necked, he noted with a blush. This was countered when he suppressed a shutter when he saw how... cat like she was. She had very strong cheetah like features. She looked like she had been on the run nonstop for the good part of a week, maybe more. She was dirty, and covered with scrapes and burses.

Reluctantly he placed his head on her forehead. She moaned slightly and shifted. She was hot, and trembling. Could be a fever...

Ranma stood up and turned around. He guess he'd better loot the body. He was in no shape to travel and had absolutely nothing to his name besides what was on his back. In a way they were his things, and it's not like the dirt-bag would need them in hell.

After the body was stripped he gave the contents a once over. 6 of the balls like the one he had used the fire out that one girl, what looked like MREs, some cans labeled 'Pokechow', something that looked like Nabiki's 'Palm',, an assortment of cloths, personal items, and best of all a whole lot of money.

He look down to the broken body of Ranma Sextome and decided what to do. He lifted it and threw it into the air. Raising his hand he released a single Ki blast. Ranma quickly stuffed it into the pack.

The beam of energy was far greater then what he had expected. It flew through the air and struck the corpse and vaporized it without disturbing it's path. Ranma looked at his palm. It was far more then he had expected. He would have to learn to control his new power before he did any more fighting...

With this on his mind he went back to the two girls, and gently lifted them both and took them into the cave.

He made two places to lie them down, and covered them the best he could. He started a fire, then left the cave to find something to eat.

Brianna Diggers slowly opened her eyes. She forced down the irrational lust that was filling her to look around.

Well, she was in a bed. That was almost a good sign. He demandable 'master' would never do something like this. So at least she might be safe from more of his... she shuttered, "taming".

Sextome Ranma was a despicable sadist, and an evil criminal. He turned her sisters, and a lot of other poor girls, into pokewomen then created her by mixing the two! While in a way she owed him for her existence, she would have rather never have been created then to live as his slave! He didn't even let her wear cloths! She said they were for humans and not animals! It just made her fume in pure anger.

She sat up and fought off another wave of uncontrolled lust. Damn! She needed to get laid, and soon! So knew what a pokewoman in the stages of going feral looked like, and she was in the first. Of course she'd rather lose her mind then going back to HIM.

She looked at the bed next to her and saw that Gina was there.

Had Gina escaped? She hoped so, the other option was just intolerable to her.

She moved over to the fire and put her hand over it. While she had some fir, it was not nearly enough to strut around nude in, and the nights were long and cold. She sighed in slight contentment, as she felt the first warmth sense she managed to escape.

Over the cracking of the fire, she heard foot steps behind her and quickly wiped around to look face to face with the shadowed form of Saotome Ranma. She almost jumped out of her skin in terror. He had found her!

Tears began to well up in her eyes and a rod of icy terror shot down her back as she began to imagine what kind of terrors he would create.

Ranma blinked when she backed away and put down the buck that he had managed to hunt down. He slowly walked toward the scared girl confused.

"Please, Master..." Brianna managed to choke out, "Don't hurt me!"

Ranma's fist clenched. There was a lot of wrong in this world that his other self had created, and he was bound by both honor and human decency to make it right.

Ranma picked up the girls discarded makeshift blanket off of the floor and walked over to her, wrapping it around her.

"Sh... I'm not going to hurt you, It's going to be alright," she said softly, trying his damndist to comfort her.

She looked at him confused. He was Ranma, they looked the same and sounded the same but this was so not like him. Ranma was cruel but this man... she looked in his eyes and she didn't see Ranma's arrogance and inconsideration for all life but his own, she saw boundless confidence and kindness.

He eyes opened even wider when she felt a bond between them. He couldn't have tamed her as she slept, she would have woken up and even if she didn't she would not be on the brink of going nuts any more. She reached for it to feel him and was blow away. She could all but taste his personality. While there were some small flaws, he was strong, honorable, kind, and willing to fight and die for others. How could such a person wear the face of a monster like Sextome Ranma?

Ranma jumped back and looked at her. "What was that?" he asked.

Brianna blinked. He had felt her tug at the bond? "Who are you? What's going on here?"

Ranma stood up straight, and with no small tone of boyish arrogance he said, "I am Saotome Ranma, of the Saotome school of Anything Goes Martial Arts!" He sighed and his ego deflated. "And I don't have a clue!"

They both heard a groan as Gina stood up. She blinked, and looked at Ranma. "It you?" She gulped and suppressed a shudder. "Where's our... master?"

"He's dead," stated Ranma.

Both of the girl's eyes opened wide. "He's what?" exclaimed Gina. She all but jumped from her bed and grabbed him by the collar "He's really deed!? You better not be joking."

"Please let it be true..." mumbled Brianna in a hopeful mantra.

"I broke his neck with a kick, then I disposed of the body," stated Ranma. He tried to sound like he was sorry, but he wasn't.

The two girls smiled widely and danced around the cave singing "Ding-dong the scum-sucking-rat-bastard is dead!"

Ranma blinked and let the girls vent.

After a few minutes of joyous dance and song, Gina looked at Ranma. "So what the hell are you?"

Ranma blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Well," said Gina, "You look like him, and sound like him, but your really nothing like him! How could two people be so similar but so different!"

"Actually," stated Brianna, "he is sexier... all those nice muscles, he has a kinder voice, hell, I think he's even taller too..."

Ranma blushed. "Well... I think I'm from another universe."

Gina and Brianna looked each other in the eyes.

"Interdimensional travel."

"That explains it."

"Different circumstances will cause the same person to develop into a totally different individual"

"Also explains why our bond went over to him."

"Makes sense..."

"Also makes him out new master..."

"I see no problem with that... he seems to be a really nice guy!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" exclaimed Ranma, "I don't wanna be anybody master!"

The girls blinked.

"No one should own anybody else, and I sure as hell don't want any slaves!"

"Gina, he's perfect."

"I agree, Bri..."

"Hey!" exclaimed Ranma.

Gina sighed. "Listen, Ranma, you killed our previous master. That makes us yours. You're a nice guy, but if you abandon us we'll go insane without regular taming, like Brianna is starting to right now. You're a nice guy, and it's every Pokegirl's dream to have a nice master. If you abandon us we might end up with someone worse..."

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

After many moments of thought, Ranma was unsure how to answer to what the girls were asking him. Finally, with a heavy sigh, Ranma said, "I guess you're right. So I better 'tame' Brianna..."

Both Gina and Brianna let out a sigh of relief. They were getting a 'new' master, and Brianna was going to get the Taming she needed. A few moments passed in silence. Then moments began to turn into minutes.

"Well, are you going to start, master?" Brianna asked, the need in her voice was quite evident.

After a few moments more Ranma aswered, "Yes Brianna... But what exactly do I need to do here?"

Gina and Brianna face-faulted at the same time. Okay, maybe he was a little too innocent. They'd have to break him of some of his naiveté.

Getting up from off the ground, Gina was the first to speak. "Ranma a Taming is a rather simple procedure. It is the action of sexual intercourse."

"WHAT!?" Ranma asked as he jumped back from the two pokegirls slightly, totally bewildered by that answer.

Once she had gotten off from the ground, Brianna spoke as well. "Yes. Taming not only reinforces the bond between a Tamer and his Pokegirl, but it also is what serves to keep a Pokegirl's animal instincts from taking over." Brianna looked at Ranma with pleading eyes. "And I am slipping. Please Ranma. As our master you have all right to tame us. And I need a taming. Please!"

Ranma saw the pleading look on Brianna's face and sighed. He was unsure of himself. He wanted to help Brianna, but was he the right person for this?

Seeing Brianna on her knees as she tugged onto his shirt, he sighed. He may not have been experienced in this, but she needed him. He had to help her. It was a martial artist's duty to help those in need, and Brianna was in dire need of help!

"Okay Brianna. I'll do it." Ranma said. He was then somewhat startled when Brianna lunged forward, tackling him to the ground. Ranma was about to protest, but before he could begin wording any complaint, Brianna was kissing him, and she had her tongue moving along with his.

Gina gave a sigh of relief. Looks like her sister was going to get the help she needed. She decided to go to the entrance of the cave and play the part of look-out so that Brianna and her master could have some privacy.

Ranma was almost unaware of what was going on. There were so many sensations. He felt Brianna literally tear his shirt off. At least he knew this world's counter-part of him had more shirts tucked away somewhere that he could use later. He was then surprised to see Brianna pull off his pants and his boxers at the same time, kissing along his leg as she revealed more of his body.

"Um... Are you sure it's supposed to be you doing all the work?" Ranma asked, as Brianna pulled off Ranma's pants fully, in effect causing Ranma's slippers to come off.

Brianna had the decency to be embarassed. She was breathing heavilly and her skin was taking on a slightly pinkish hue as her temperature was going up. "I'm sorry Master. I just really, REALLY need this."

Ranma nodded his head. He was then surprised to see Brianna get n her hands and knees. His eyes widened and as he watched Brianna begin to lick the length of his manhood with her tongue. He shivered as she kept up her ministrations. He moaned as he felt Brianna take his shaft into her mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down on his length and soon Ranma was breathing hard. He had never had anything this good done to him before. And after years of pent up sexual frustration from being turned into a girl, and having fiancees up the wazoo, Ranma was finally able to let go.

Brianna's eyes widened as Ranma began milking into her. She wasn't expecting him to just cum into her mouth like that. Though she hated to admit it, she was designed for this. She easilly was able to keep drinking his seed until he was finally done orgasming.

Ranma was breathing heavilly. He really hoped he didn't give Brianna the wrong idea.

Brianna then began licking Ranma's manhood up and done, getting all of Ranma's orgasm. She then smirked to herself for the job well-done. Her smirk turned into a full-blown smile when she saw Ranma was still hard.

Ranma lifted an eyebrow as he saw Brianna was starting to move above him. Her knees were at either side of his hips and she was starting to lower herself onto him. Well, Ranma wasn't going to go quietly. She had done most of the work so far, and Ranma had to show some assertiveness.

Brianna was surprised when she felt Ranma's hands go to her hips and hold her steady. She then let out a slight yelp of surprise as Ranma sat up and laced her on her back. She moaned in joyous relief as she felt Ranma take control as he was on top of her and entering her.

Ranma was beginning to sweat. He could feel his body temperature go up along with Brianna as the two moved in harmony. He enjoyed teh feeling of Brianna thrusting her hips forward to meet his own thrusts. He was also surprised by how well their bodies seemed to meld together as he laid on top of her. This was truly a wonderous experience.

Brianna was taking quick, sharp breathe between moans of pleasure. She loved the feeling of her new master pumping his shaft in and out of her wet, dripping sex. She then felt as she was pushed over the peak and she reached release. She moaned her master's name as she came. She was thankful to him, for this release allowed the stress, tension, and slight feelings of Ferality to leave her body. Plus, she liked teh feeling of him emptying his seed into her.

Ranma breathed deeply as he laid on top of Brianna. He felt her wrap his arms around his back and he hugged her back. He kissed her neck. "Feel better."

Brianna nodded her head. "Yes master! Thank you master!"

Ranma smiled internally as he held onto Brianna. He was not all for the whole 'master' bit, as he didn't like the idea of owning people, yet as he thought about it, he really would not mind protecting the girls.

Ranma somehow felt 'complete' as he held onto Brianna, like a little void in his life was finally filled. The poor girl was still somewhat tense, but she was definitely more relaxed than before. Ranma guess it was now because she needed some rest. Ranma shivered as he heard and felt Brianna purring. But, if Ranma remembered, that was how demonic feline threats from hell cats showed they were happy. He wasn't going to deny Brianna that.

Brianna couldn't believe her luck. Not only had this man taken care of the most despicable man she knew of, (even worse than Sukebe) but he also had taken on the Bond she shared with Ranma Sextome. This 'new' Ranma was all that and a bag of chips. At last, she felt she could accept her lot in life, and live happily.

Ranma decided to 'experiment'. While he wasn't too crazy about cats, he was starting to warm-up to the idea of catgirls. Ranma started to scratch behind Brianna's left ear, causing her to purr even louder.

But as she was purring, and starting to get lost in the happiness she now had, Brianna kicked Ranma's 'Palm'. The PokeDex blinked to life once, then twice, then sprung to action, reading the data of the Pokegirl it was pointed at.

AMAZONCHAN, the Fist Fighter

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Fighting

Frequency: Uncommon, mainly found in Joketsuzoku Preserve

Diet: any human style food except alcoholic beverages and milk

Role: a largely protected group. Only a few are allowed off the

Preserve under special circumstances.

Libido: Low (High with a master they like/trust)

Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Rock, Normal, Steel

Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic

Attacks: Pummel, Tackle, Kick, Comet Punch, Gatling Punch, Chi Blast

Enhancements: High Strength, Agility, Durability, Speed

Evolves: Herochan (normal), Armsmistress (special training; works on its speed)

Evolves From: Tyamazon (battle stress; special) Among the most human in appearance are the Amazonchan and the

Amazonlee. Amazonchan are stronger but slower than Amazonlee. They are more human appearance than the three stages of the Amachop (Amachop, Amachoke, Amachamp) and often better fighters than Tomboys. Amazonchan are skilled HTH fighters, though they are often very skilled with one or two weapons as well.

Due to a peculiarity of their digestive system, alcohol will make an Amazonchan ill while milk products will actually act as an intoxicant.

Ranma blinked. THAT had surprised him. "Amazonchan... Isn't that what the other me called Gina?"

Hearing Ranma say her name, she ran back to him from teh entrance of the cave. Seeing Ranma entwined with her sister Brianna, Gina couldn't help but blush. Her blush deeped as Ranma pulled out from Bri. Oh yes, he was FAR different, and better than Ranma 'Three Inches" Sextome. God bless martial arts. "Did you call me master?"

Ranma winced at the title, but shrugged it off. "Listen, Gina. What is that thing? It just gave me all sorts of information on what that other me called you."

"An Amazonchan you mean?" Gina asked. Seeing Ranma nod his head, Gian began to explain. "Well, you see, that little device is a PokeDex. It is a combination of Tamer's Liscence, Pokegirl Encyclopedia, mini-computer, and that one is modified to have a GPS tracker, so you can always find out where you are." Smiling she said, "Basically, they're a Tamer's best friend next to his pokegirls."

Ranma nodded. He then remembered the belt with six PokeBalls. "Hey, Gina. Did the other me have more Pokegirls besides you two?"

"Yes he did." Gina said. "You can find my other sister, and the other three 'harem sisters' in their PokeBalls."

Ranma nodded his head and understood. "Thanks. Just let me try one other thing first."

Picking up the PokeDex, Ranma pointed it at Brianna and pressed the glowing red button.

G-SPLICED, the Mad Scientist's Experiment

Type: varies

Element: varies

Frequency: Extremely Rare (individuals of this breed are all unique)

Diet: varies

Role: results of (usually illegal) experiments

Libido: varies

Strong Vs: varies

Weak Vs: varies

Attacks: varies

Enhancements: varies

Evolves: Unknown (if at all possible)

Evolves From: Unknown (if at all possible)

A G-Spliced is usually the result of some researchers mad experiment. As being such all their important stat tend to be quite varied and such. But G-spliced fall into a couple of categories. Hybrids, Amalgams, and Chimera. Their power levels very as the pokegirls types and results will tend to influence the outcome. Some are quite weak and only good as pets while others can handle experienced harems and win. Also this type of gene-splicing tends to have chaotic factors, so the outcome may very well be unexpected. Even to the creator.

Hybrids: Are when two species of pokegirls are combined. The result being something that's base is not exactly natural. Such as Griffins, in the early days before they developed into a viable species when their numbers climbed. As being there was no natural cat/bird creature before Sukebe. These are one of the more common categories of G-Spliced.

Amalgams: Are when two (or more) pokegirls are combined and the resulting G-Splice is composed of not only physical traits of both 'parents' but also mental experinces and memories. Not too many are known. As such methods of creating an amalgam are hard to come by. Amalgams share both enhancements/disadvanteges of both parents, having their physical skills falling in between the two, as well as the personality.

Chimeras: The typical Mad Scientist's Monster. These are quite common and generally composed of multiple pokegirl species, usually contradicting types. The result is usaully monstrous or inhuman in appearance. Due to the conflicting biologies usually used in their creation (ie: Fire-type+Water-type for example) most chimeras tend to be unstable, many are no more than feral beasts. The League's usual policy for dealing with these creatures is their elmination, both for their sakes as well as that of others.

Shrugging her shoulders, Brianna said, "I'm an Amalgam. Amazonchan and Cheetit. I do have both of my 'sister's' memories up to the point of my creation, but I will have you know I am my own Pokegirl."

Ranma nodded his head as he was pulling on his pants and boxers. He sighed as he realized Brianna had torn his shirt to pieces in her fit of passion. Still, he couldn't hold her really responsible for that. "I know you are."

Brianna smiled. Ranma Saotome was in no way domineering. She knew this was the start of a beautiful partnership.

Gina and Brianna watched as Ranma checked the belt. Ranma saw that four of the Balls had red lights glowing, and the other two were off, Ranma correctly guessed that those four with blinking lights were the other four pokegirls. He tossed the four balls to the side of the cave and watched as four girls appeared from beams of red light. All four Pokegirls seemed shocked and afraid of him. It made Ranma wince in fear and anger. He was becoming more at ease and actually starting to feel good about the fact he killed this world's version of himself.

Looking at the first pokegirl, Ranma could easilly see that she was a very cheetah-like woman in appearance, even more so than Brianna. He knew she had to be Brianna and Gina's sister. Ranma frowned at the condition she was in. Her fur was filthy, she could really use a bath. And her clothing was nothing more than rags. She was going to need to be cleaned up and given new clothing.

Ranma raised his PokeDex at her. He wanted to cry when he saw her wince. She must have thought he was going to hit her with it. Ranma was silently cursing himself for giving the other him a death that wasn't as paiful as the rat bastard deserved.

Gina walked up to the cheetah-like girl. "It's okay Britanny. He's not going to hurt you"

Seeing Britanny calm down slightly, Ranma pressed the button the PokeDex to find out information about her.

CHEETIT, the Fast Cat Pokegirl.

Type: Near Human, felinoid (cheetah)

Element: Fighting/Normal

Frequency: Common in the Dark Continent north of the Sanctuary

colony and its frontier territory. Uncommon (Crescent League).

Very Uncommon (Crimson League). To rare elsewhere.

Diet: human standard, though heavy on meats, fish and proteins

Role: ultra-fast strike troops and range-hunters

Libido: Average (Unbonded) to High (Bonded to a Tamer)

Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ghost, Ice, Normal, Rock, Steel

Weak Vs: Fighting, Flying, Psychic

Attacks: Slash, Bite, Speed Punch (a machine-gun speed punching attack), Rocket Lunge and Tackle (snaring the target at high speed and spinning around to make the target nauseous), Tail Slap (similar to a Dameosaur's attack, but done at VERY high speeds), Rocket Dodge and Tackle (similar to the Rocket Lunge and Tackle, though this has a built-in defense), Tornado Run (racing around the target to create a tornado, thus knocking them out).

Enhancements: Golden furred skin with dark ring spots, semi-prehensile tail, enhanced hearing, smell and eyesight. Clawed fingers and toes for light slashing and gripping objects. The Cheetit is said to be the fastest runner on the planet, but her endurance pales against a Grizzlar or a Dameosaur. Very strong leg muscles to support her speed runs. High Endurance. Ability to shift the length of it's hair at will and can heal at twice the rate of Rock Pokegirls so long as they aren't damaged with magic or Fire.

Evolves: Cheetaura (normal), Leopardess (loss of speed and unconditional love from a Tamer)

Evolves From: Catgirl (Cat E-Medal)

The Cheetit is one of the original (Sukebe-created) pokegirl breeds, a specialized version of a Catgirl obviously meant for quick in-and-out strikes against lone targets. After Sukebe vanished, Feral Cheetits wound their way to the Dark Continent and Crescent League territories, expanding to cover the ancient home range of their genetic templates, the cheetahs.

That state of affairs pretty much lasted until Sanctuary's founding in PS 196/CE 2188. At first, Feral Cheetits were captured and Tamed by the Sanctuary Goths to fill the role of frontier range guardian. However, since Cheetits are heterosexual, it was easy enough for a wandering Tamer to slave a Cheetit to himself by Taming, thus potentially opening a hole in Sanctuary's defenses. That was eventually covered when the Dameosaurs made their first appearance in PS 214/CE 2206. To ensure their frontier was kept safe, the Dameosaurs were encouraged to hunt down and kill Cheetits, thus driving them to the northern reaches of the Dark Continent. Once that was done, the Dameosaurs were made to leave the Cheetits alone. Beyond Dark Continent territory, the Cheetits also appear in the territory of the Crescent League (the old Middle Eastern states of Arabia, Persia and the Caucasus region of Europe). Prized for their speed and fighting prowess, Cheetits are often the target of visiting Tamers from afar who travel to the Crescent League to get their hands on one.

Cheetits are the fastest ground runners of all pokegirl breeds. On a level road, they've been clocked up to 350 miles per hour (563 km/h). They can't maintain such speeds for long, however; like the cheetahs of old, the Cheetit can only use her speed for short periods (in the prime of health, a Cheetit could maintain her top speed for thirty minutes before fatigue sets in). In comparison, Dameosaurs can reach 250 miles per hour (402 km/h) in a dead sprint, but they could maintain it for two hours on average.

While most Cheetits think "speed is life," they can slow themselves down for their Tamer or their Tamer's other pokegirls. Cheetits are very passionate lovers, especially if their fur is petted while being Tamed.

It is said in the Crescent League that if you make a Cheetit purr during Taming, you will have very good luck in the near future.

Ranma nodded his head. He thought the information interesting, and briefly entertained the thought if Britanny ever purred for Sextome. Knowing that bastard's habits, it was more likely not to have happened.

Ranma raised the PokeDex at the second woman. She was on the opposite end of the spectrum compared to the Cheetit. She was a canine, definitely more lupine than most dogs he's seen. She was also dirty like Britanny, only she was more 'hardened'. Ranma could see she was a fighter. He could see that she was in pain, and very afraid but holding it in. He had to give alot of credit to her.

Brianna walked up to the girl. "C'mon Jetta, don't glare at him. Believe me, he's not bad." This caused Jetta to stare at Brianna as if she had grown a second head. Ranma decided to use this moment to press the button on the PokeDex.

LUPINA, the Werewolf Pokegirl

Type: Near human metamorph - Canine

Element: Normal

Frequency: Rare

Diet: omnivore, with carnivore tendencies

Role: nighttime guardians

Libido: Average, High on full moon nights

Strong Vs: Cat types

Weak Vs: Fire, Plant, Magic types

Attacks: (Only in attack mode) Growl, Bite, Slash, Yowl, Tackle

Enhancements: Excellent sense of smell and hearing, Good night vision

Evolves: Wolf Queen (Moon Stone)

Evolves From: Mynx (Moon Stone)

Lupinas are very rare pokegirls that, like Griffons and the like has two modes. The normal, or passive mode, and the attack mode. When on passive mode, a Lupina looks like a normal Very near Human type pokegirl, except that she has good sense of smell, hearing and night vision. Taming of Lupinas is usually done while on passive mode.

When on Attack mode, a Lupina increases in size and muscular mass, her whole body gets covered in fur, and her hands and feet become claws. In this mode Lupinas are very strong and dangerous, becoming an excellent fighter in battle.

Like other dog types, Lupinas are very loyal to a tamer that they like.

Ranma nodded his head. He then looked at the other cat-like girl, like so sort of jaguar. She was much shorter than Britanny, and not as 'built'. However, she was cute and had an air of innocence to her. The poor girl looked like she hadn't rested in days.

Brianna walked over to jaguar-girl and patted her on the shoulder. "Come on Sheila. Smile for the camera!"

Ranma smirked and pressed the button on the PokeDex.

SHAGUAR, the Cool Cat Pokegirl

Type: Animorphic - Jaguar

Element: Ice/Fighting

Frequency: Rare (Gold League) to Unknown (other leagues)

Diet: chilled fish

Role: covert operations, subterfuge, and sabotage

Libido: Average (gets higher the warmer they get).

Strong Vs: Rock, Grass, Avian, Dragon

Weak Vs: Fire, Electric, Psychic

Attacks: Snow Storm, Ice Wall, Ice Punch, Agility, Blizzard Beam, Ice KAPOWIE

Enhancements: 5x Human Strength, Night-vision, and Sensitive Hearing

Evolves: Kool Kat (orgasm)

Evolves From: Catgirl (Ice Crystal)

This ice princess of the feline pokegirls was discovered completely by accident. When a Tamer, trying to find out how to get a Warcat, tried anything at random. As a result, he used an Ice Crystal, and found a hidden evolution of the Catgirl, the Shaguar. Interestingly, they are actually decent fighters, comparative to Warcats. This may be due to the fact that Shaguars are always searching for new sources of warmth, and so they have a tendency to fight to keep their body temperatures up. This is also why the have a tendency to have more furious Taming sessions with their Tamers than other feline Pokegirls.

In a colder climate, a Shaguar is almost invincible, as they HATE to be in cold climate, making them fight even harder, as to keep warm. Also, in colder climate, their white fur also makes them invisible...

The only way to keep track of them is the fact that their rings are still brown, and still show up against the snow.

Ranma nodded his head. This one seemed to have great elemental power. He thought the stature of her was great for hiding her true strength. She was definitely one he should keep his eye on.

Ranma looked at the final girl. Broze skin, the most beautiful head of platinum hair and... Horns? Unforunately, like the others, she seemed to afraid of him.

Once again, it was a pokegirl to the rescue. Gina helped calm the girl down. "Genn, relax. he just wants to hear what the PokeDex cantell him about you."

Ranma nodded his head to what Gina said, and pressed the button on the PokeDex.

RACK-SHASA, the Psychic Copycat

Type: Near Human

Element: Magic

Frequency: Extremely Rare

Diet: special

Role: due to the nature of pokegirl any role can be considered

Libido: Average

Strong Vs: special, Rock, Steel

Weak Vs: special, Dark

Attacks: Telekinesis*, ESP*, Memory, Telepathy, Transform, Aural Drain

Enhancements: Special, Psychic ability and resistance

Disadvantages: limited energy, special

Evolves: None

Evolves From: None

Rack-Shasas are nearly extinct species of pokegirls that are similiar to dittos. THey are in fact quite similiar to dittos in most aspects save for a few key differences. In their True form they are near humans of below average biuld. These pokegirls are slim and almost appear genderless. They have almost no feminine features and could probably pass themselves off as effeminate young boys save for two distinguishing traits. They have long elven ears and a pair of horns that curve towards the back of the head then up. Similiar to Pre-Sukebe creatures known as antelopes, but much shorter. No more than a few inches.

Personality wise Rack-Shasa can be varied though most tend towards being shy and reclusive, until one can gain their trust and get them to open up. Though they are sneaky and subtle using their ESP to draw others into situation in which they can feed. Though there is usually no malisciousness involved. At which point their personality is as varied as humans can be. Those Tamers who have caught Rack-Shasa find the shapeshifting abilities and ESP to be quite handy when it comes to taming. Since a Rack-Sasha can use ESP on anyone (Pokegirl or Human) she can read the new girls mind and take her form as to teach her Tamer on how to handle the new girl. This is one of the primary reasons that this excedingly rare pokegirl is much sought after. Especailly by Breeders. Though they can take any form (inc. male) they are unable to reproduce with other pokegirls. It is also unknown wether or not they can reproduce by parthengothesis given that the few that have given birth have done it by more "fun" means.

In combat a Rack-Shasa uses her ESP to read the mind of her opponent to discover who she has fought before. She then uses her transform to take the appearance of said previous opponent. Using the techniques of said opponent against the pokegirl again. And if said pokegirl has a shielded mind, then the Rack-Sasha can still use her transform to take on the appearance and abilites of any other type she has encountered. Though she can only use attacks she has witnessed or she has survived against. Though when she transforms she gains the new forms advantages as well as disadvantges. Though she always retains her specail resistance to pyschic attacks that effect the mind directly.

Special Notes:

Limited Energy: Use of a Rack-Shasa's abilities, other than telepathy and non-contesteted (ie target is willing to have mind read) ESP drains her of valuable Aural Energy. Thus she is limited in combat to only one or two transformations, though this is considerably increased if she has recently 'eaten' her fill of aural energy. Their Energy pool max is equal to twice their level, while their min (which is at which point they pass out) is equal 1/4 their level or 10, which ever is less.

Telekinesis: A Rack-shasa can only use her TK to affect herself, inanimate objects and certain pokegirl types. Pokeballs, Ghost, Rock, Steel, clothes, furniture, stone and such. Though plants (not Plant-type pokegirls) can also be affected. The TK also require draining the Aural pool if used for long periods of time, in comabt, or on large objects, three times the Rack-shasa's weight/size

Aural Drain/Diet: Unlike normal Pokegirls Rack-Shasas require the ambient magical auras of others to live. Now drainng said aura is not neccessarilly fatal but will leave magically inclined pokegirls weakend for a period of time. Keep in mind even non-magical pokegirls still retain said aura even if they are unable to use it, as due humans. Draining can only occur if the target is asleep or physically exhausted from combat or other 'physical' activities. For every level of target the Rack-Shasa gains that many points in Aural only takes a few moments to drain a target of magical energy, but only if the target is exhausted or asleep and otherwise unconscious. If drain is attempted on a conscious opponent than the pokegirl will lose Aural energy for every round she attempts it till she faints.

Transform: She gains all disadvantages as well as advantages of her new form. And can combine forms to create hybrids, though unless quite expeirenced with the new form she will have many problems with coordination and control. This strategy is only used if the Rack-shasa has put much practice time in to it. This tech is used by those few tamers who have managed to catch a Rack-Shasa to give them a 'trump' card in battle. Yet this tech does have a very high price in Aural Energy and cannot not be kept for long.

Ranma nodded his head again. Okay. So Genn needed to 'eat' from his aura from energy... This however, allowed her to take on the form of almost ANY pokegirl. That could be very useful in this world.

Ranma then coughed and stood before the six pokegirls gathered.

Ranma blushed as he saw the pokegirls that were now of his harem just staring at him. There eyes were glued to him. "Well, as I was saying... I'm Ranma Saotome. From what Gina, Brianna, and I have pieced together, I'm from another universe. Somehow, I went through a port of Interdimensional Travel, and I ended up in this world."

The Lupina Jetta was the first to speak. While she was still nervous about being in the same room with a man that looked liked that son of a bitch, Ranma Sextome, this obviously wasn't the man. "And just what is Interdimensional Travel?"

Gina coughed. "Basically, he is from another universe. He somehow broke through the barriers and ended up here."

Jetta just nodded her head. "Okay... but that still DOESN'T explain why this Ranma looks like our

"That's easy to explain." Gina said. "He's another universe's analog of our former master. Different circumstances will cause the same person to develop into a totally different individual, as you can see here. In fact, if you look into it, you'll notice your bond went over to him, which makes him our new master..."

Ranma watched as he felt the girls try concetrating. He could feel the small 'tugs' on his soul as the girls were almost trying to peer into him with their bond to him. They were all wide-eyed as they realized their bond WAS now to him!

One by one, the girls released the intensity of the force they were placing on their bonds. They looked wide-eyed at Ranma.

The Rack-shasa, Genn cleared her throat. "Okay. So why did our Bonds go over to Ranma here?"

Brianna and Gina smiled. Brianna smiled as she said, "That bastard Sextome is dead. Saotome here killed him. And because they were similiar in physiology, out bonds went over to Ranma Saotome!"

"HE'S WHAT!?" Was the cry of Britanny, Jetta, Sheila ,and Genn.

"He's dead." Ranma said as he smiled. "Snapped his neck in two and then I vaporized his body with a ki blast."

The four pokegirls just looked at Ranma in shock.

Brianna and Gina just waited to see how their 'Harem sisters' would react. They had time to get used to how this Ranma was, but they knew that this would be a total shock to the other Pokegirls. They were so used to the abusive, evil, sadistic, cock-sucking, mother-fucking, and other things too-nasty-to-describe Ranma Sextome that the very concept of there being a 'good' Ranma would be such an alien concept.

Oh well. Gina and Brianna knew that the other girls were going to love their new master.

Huge smiles soon appeared on their faces. Sheila looked up at Ranma and asked, "Does this mean that we're free from Sextome, forever, and that you're going to be a lind master?"

Ranma smiled and nodded his head. "Yes I promise... 'Sheila', was it?" Ranma asked.

The Shaguar nodded her head and smiled. "Yes!" Sheila said as she hugged Ranma. She was so happy as she felt Ranma return the hug. He didn't mind being around her, AND he actually was trying to remember her name, something the other Ranma NEVER did.

The other girls were surprised. While Gina and Brianna were somewhat used to this new Ranma, seeing Ranma actually be nice to Sheila was something totally new. As the girls knew, Sextome hated Sheila, since she didn't have the figure that he wanted. She had small breasts, barely a B-Cup and was shorter than most pokegirls her age. Sextome wanted Pokegirls that he could use as sex-toys.

This, to the pokegirls watching, was a sign that Ranma would be an excellent master.

After a moment, Ranma saw that the girls were staring at him. "So what do you girls want to do? I mean, it's obvious some of you could use a cleaning. And I'm sure you all need new clothing. And how about a nice meal?"

Ranma was then surprised to see the girls looking at him with watery eyes. He felt a slight pang of guilt as he realized that they must have been so happy. He was probably the first person to consider THEIR feelings. Well, at least they were happy.

"So, what do you guys want to do?"

Brianna smiled. "I think we could use some clothing."

"Sure! I can see you all need new outfits."

Genn's stomach grumbled. "How about some food?"

"No problem. I have a buck we can cook."

Jetta smiled. "How about getting better 'acquainted'?" Ranma is surprised by the number of girls that nod their heads.

Britanny coughed, "Could you please get me and my sisters home? Gina and I were kidnapped and forced itno Threshold. I know our parents must be worried sick."

by Proteus

"Well," Brianna replied. "For starters I really think we could use some new clothing."

Looking around the room Ranma saw the condition of each of clothes that each of the girls in front of him wore. The only way to describe them was thread barren, Sheila's were in the best condition although a little oversized and Jetta was at the other end of the spectrum, barely enough to cover herself. Ranma knew before they could really do anything, he really should get them some clothes. "Yeah, I gotta agree with you there. We can't just have you guys walking around half naked right?"

For a moment all the girls but Brianna stared at him, and making Ranma feel very uncomfortable in the process. "What?"

"Sorry," Jetta apologized. "It's just that the old Ranma that used to own us would never have said that last part. He'd buy clothes for us, but unless they were skin tight he'd usually just rip them apart so he could see more flesh and fur."

"Oh, well then don't worry about that," Ranma assured them. "That jackass left plenty of money so I know I can afford you guys a least one new outfit." It was the least Ranma could do considering what his counterpart put them through.

"Hey Brit, you know what this means?" Brianna asked.

"Yeah!" the larger cat girl replied. "SHOPPING SPREE! I haven't been on one of those since..." the cheetit suddenly stopped and all three of the Diggers sisters suddenly became very sullen.

This of course was not lost on Ranma. "Hey, are you guys okay?" he asked. "Something wrong?"

"They're probably just a bit tired from all what's happened today," Jetta said when everyone else seemed quite reluctant to answer. "Brianna, you've got each other's smell all over the two of you so I take he's already tamed you today?" When the younger pokegirl nodded Jetta continued with her orders. "Good. Then I think you should get back in your ball for some rest. Unless, you three need some time alone that is?"

"No I'm okay," Brianna told her in a sad voice. "I think you're right. It's been a long day, and I am kind of tired after Ranma taming me."

In the background and forgotten for the moment Ranma blushed a bright red, unoticed by the other girls. He couldn't belive they were talking about...that out in the open like this.

"Okay then," Jetta said. "I think you should all get some rest." When the others nodded Jetta turned back to Ranma, and blinked. Was he blushing? She smiled at the younger boy for a moment, he looked so much like that little pervert, but his actions made him look so different at the same time. "Ranma, if you would put them back please?"

"huh? Say what?" Ranma asked, Jetta question snapping him out of his stupor. "Oh right, those ball things. Uh, how exactally do I do that?"

A few minutes after one explanation and a few demonstrations...

Warming his hands from the fire Ranma looked at the wolf woman in front of him and she sat on the other side, obviously lost in thought. "Arn't you going to uh, go to sleep too? You look kind of tired." Ranma asked. After the girls had gone back in their balls Jetta had gone out to grab the two of them some firewood and bring it back.

"I usually stay up a bit longer than the others," Jetta told him. "But...thank you for what you did today."

"Oh, don't mention it," Ranma said. He really didn't like to think about the fact that not only had he killed someone, but that someone had been...himself. It just gave him the creeps, and almost any moment now he was expecting to wake up. "So, I take it from earlier that you're supposed to be the one in charge or something?"

"Sort of," Jetta told him. "I'm no alpha girl if that's what you're asking, but next to Genn I'm the oldest one here. It seemed only right for me to stand up for the younger ones...although that has cost me sometimes." Reaching down to her side Jetta felt the latest scar she had received from her previous master for doing the right thing.

Although arguing with their owner sometimes was okay, something in a tamed pokegirls brain that had been put into her gentic code seemed to make it impossible to actually hurt them, or resist their sexaul advances in any physical way. Jetta still remembered having to watch when the old Ranma decided to fuck Gina and made her watch. Although the girl did cry out in ecstasy, tears were running down her face the whole time.

"Oh hey," Ranma spoke up. "What was that about ealier when that spotted girl and the other two got so quiet when I mentioned shopping?"

"It's...personal for them," Jetta told him. For a moment she debated on whether to tell Ranma about how the Diggers had originally been human and were forced into this, but decided that they should be the ones to explain things to him.

'Speaking of explanations...' Jetta looked back up at the boy. Although she could clearly smell Brianna's scent all over him, strangely that was the only deep rooted one there. While she might not of had a good a nose as her father (may he rot in hell) she could still tell the difference between a scent placed by intercourse and one placed by physical contact. "Ranma, until tonight, where you a virgin?"

"W-WHAT?" Ranma stuttered out.

"Where you a virgin until you and Brianna had sex?" Jetta asked again in all seriousness.

"Well...yeah," Ranma replied. "I-I mean, it's not like I've never wanted to ya know. But, yeah Brianna was my first, and I still fell kinda guilty for taking advantage of her like that." She had just looked so desperate, and Gina told him about that going crazy thing.

"Master, you didn't take advantage of her. Pokegirls exist to be sex slaves," Jetta said sadly. "That's just the cards in life we were dealt. But, what I'm trying to tell you is that unless you don't want any of us to come to any harm and go nuts then you've got to 'satisfy' us at least once a week with sex. Well, except for Sheila, she'll probably needing three times as much considering the climate we're in."

"But that's just nuts!" Ranma exclaimed. "You guys aren't animals...well sort of. Oh, the point is that you shouldn't HAVE to do that, it's just wrong! And...I don't wanna make you all do that, I don't think I could live with myself."

"Kid, if you had said that little speech to me when I was ten years younger I'd probably be trying to get you hard this very second," Jetta said with a smile.

However, seeing Ranma suddenly go rock solid from that comment made all of Jetta's humor cease. "Seriously Master, I've still got three days till I'll be needing a boost, but Sheila is going to need sex by tomorrow if not the day after, and if you don't want to be having to sleep with at least two girls a night then you'll need to work out some sort of system.

"If you really wanted I suppose tomorrow you could just satisfy us all and send us on our way to find a new master," Jetta suggested. She didn't think the boy would go for that, but it was better than turning feral in her opinion.

"No, I told Brianna and Gina I'd protect you guys. Even if it is from stuff like that," Ranma said while still blushing severely. "I just don't like the idea of forcing you all to...you know. You may say you're a slave and I guess you have to do it that way because of what you are, but I still don't like it."

"And that's why we'd all be more than willing to," Jetta told him with a smile. She had personally never heard of a master giving a pokegirl a choice in the matter, or not taking at least their opinions on sex into account. Even some of the 'nice' trainers she had seen in her years just thought of them as sex pets wanting to do nothing but fight and fuck.

After a little yawn Jetta stood up then walked over to Ranma. "Okay kid, it's later and time tired so it's time to get some sleep. Now lay down," she told him.

"Hey, I thought you were supposed to need three more nights," Ranma said.

"Master," Jetta replied. "Do you see a sleeping bag, or anything to keep you warm at night in HIS belongings? The old Ranma jut used to sleep with that harem to keep himself warm, and since it can get petty cold at night around this area until you get a sleeping bag I'll just be your blanket. Now lay down, please?"

His face still bright red, Ranma nodded and complied before Jetta set herself down and wrapped herself around the smaller boy to provide the most warmth she could. "Oh, Master, there is one more thing," Jetta said.

"Y-Yeah?" Ranma stuttered out.

"Thank you," Jetta said before she kissed the boy on the cheek. The boy's appearance had answered almost every one of her prayers that she had even said. Ranma was finally gone, and instead of having to go feral she had met a truly kind and deserving master. For the first time in ages Jetta looked optimistic about the future. "thank you for everything."

As the light of morning flooded into the cave, Ranma moaned and slowly opened his eyes. Man, he had just had the weirdest and most perverted-okay third most perverted, that Kuno nightmare was still topping the charts with that time they were all pulled into Happosai's running a close second- dream of his life. If Akane ever found...wait a second, why was the werewolf from his dream coiled around him still?

Seeing Ranma suddenly stiffen Jetta guessed that he must have been awake. Being a Lupina, and having protective tendencies put into her genetic code at birth, Jetta had been up for almost an hour now to keep watch and make sure Ranma got a good nights sleep. Although with her previous master she probably would have kept him awake all night with false alarms, so far this Ranma had been kind to her and the others, and thus worthy of her full protection.

Still a little confused with his fright, at least that's was it was judging by Ranma's scent, Jetta kissed the boy's cheek and then moved her head up to whisper in his ear. "Good morning master. Did you sleep well? I hope I didn't wake you, did I?" she asked. Jetta really hoped she didn't, Sheila would be wanting to be satisfied today as well as another one or two of the girls, and if it was two others of the were verity Ranma would be needing all the strength he had.

"N-no," Ranma stuttered. "I'm fine, thanks for asking though. Could you please let me up?"

"Of course Master," Jetta replied before unwrapping her arms and legs from around the boy and watching while he quickly got up. Why in the world did he look so nervous anyway?

"Hey, would you quit calling me that," Ranma told her. I ain't nobody's master."

"Oh, sorry Mas-Ranma," Jetta said, catching herself; although in a few minutes she knew it would be back to master like always. "It's because of the bond you see."

"The what?" Ranma asked, utterly confused.

Jetta blinked a few times then smiled, of course, the kid was from another dimension so he knew next to nothing about this world. "It's kind of like a psychic connection between a pokegirl and her owner. When the bond is established, depending on the strength, the master can force a pokegirl to do what he wants whether it's be his personally fuck toy, body guard, or a cheep whore he can sell off to other people. No one really knows how a bond becomes deeper between a master and his slaves, although the running theory is how dominate you are in bed or how much you subjugate your girl and break her will strengthens the bond." Of course Jetta had already proven that theory a bit false as she had taken regular beatings from her pervious master and never once got down on her hands and knees to beg for it like some of the others while on the verge of being feral. Then again, out of the whole group her will was probably the strongest, so that could have been the reason. But even so the damn thing still prevented her from tearing the bastard limb from limb.

Hearing that Ranma blushed severely. "B-But I don't wanna do anything like that," he said. "I mean, I'll sleep with you guys to keep you from going crazy. But I don't want to mistreat you guys or anything like that."

Jetta smiled at the boy, a genuine smile of friendship and trust she had not shown to a human since she had been a nieve child and been caught all those years ago. "And that is why we will follow you Master," she told him.

"Hey, I thought I told you to stop calling me that," Ranma replied, he wasn't angry or anything, but he didn't treat the girls like slaves so he sure as hell didn't want them to see him as an owner.

"Sorry Master," Jetta apologized, STILL using that master word. "But I'm not an Alpha."

"A what?" Ranma asked.

"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting you don't know things even a seven year old should" the Lupina said. Ranma grumbled something that Jetta could barely pick up, but she just giggled a little at his being uncomfortable like this.

Which in turn caused Jetta to stop in her tracks.

A giggle...how long had it been since she had allowed herself the pleasure of laughter? After being captured and tamed for a few years, she rarely had anything to laugh about, and laughter directed at tamers (especially ones like Sextome) usually brought about harsh beatings and maddening waits for sex.

"Jetta, something wrong?" Ranma asked.

"Oh, my apologies Master," Jetta said before bowing her head. I-I laughed at you being uncomfortable with this situation. I know you're doing your best and got stuck here. I shouldn't make light of that."

"Aw forget about it," Ranma replied while waving his hand. "Now, what's that Alpha thing you mentioned earlier? How come if you were one of them then you could call me by my name?"

"Oh that," Jetta took a deep breath, explaining this one was going to take some time. "Basically an Alpha is what you would consider the head harem pokegirl. They're usually the strongest or most pleasing, and all the time the most trustworthy. Because of that the master hardly ever puts them in their ball as he wants her at his beck and call 24/7. The reason they're usually encouraged by their masters to call them by name is simply when in a crowd it gets a lot more confusing if a pokegirl looses her master and needs to find him again, or is just talking to him and doesn't want to accidentally catch anyone else's attention.

"Gina was the last Ranma's Alpha," Jetta explained. "I guess he had her because she was the weakest out of all of us in both will and strength." Not that Jetta blamed her, especially considering her background. "Although out of all of us she definitely is the smartest when it comes to math, science, and that kind of stuff."

"Oh," Ranma replied. "That reminds me, do you think I should let the rest of them out now? But they must be kind of hungry, maybe we should get some breakfast first." Ranma sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm kind of new at this." He had never even had a pet before, now how in the world was he supposed to be responsible for six women?

"The other Ranma should have had some low grade pokechow in his belongings somewhere," Jetta told the boy. Although personally she would rather go find a wild animal to eat, that low-grade stuff tasted worse than dog food; which is probably why the little dick bought it in the first place. "But, if you want to let them out that's your call. Sheila, that Shaguare you met last night, might be in need of a taming though."

"W-What?" Ranma asked. "But, why did you guys tell me that last night? I thought Brianna was the only one in danger. I should have taken care of her then."

"After a few rounds with Brianna?" Jetta asked with a raised eyebrow. "Besides, Sheila likes her sex early in the morning and out of all of us she gets it the least."

"Uh, not that I want to sound perverted or anything," Ranma said. "But, how come?"

"Sheila's breed is known for its size in certain areas, especially it's breasts," Jetta told a blushing Ranma. "But, as you could see last night Sheila is a little...underdeveloped."

"She looked fine to me," Ranma replied. "She was a little short, but that kind of made her more cute." Although, he was still completely lost on just HOW he found a cat girl cute. Normally he would have run for his life in terror when around her, but when Sheila thanked him last night with a hug, Ranma had felt...good.

Maybe it had to do with that bond thing? He'd have to ask Jetta later.

Speaking of Jetta...

"Well I'd bet she'd love to hear that from you," the Lupina told him. "Shaguare are the second biggest cat-pokegirl. If Sheila had been normal she's be standing about seven and a half feet with muscles and tits that could made a super model bawl with envy." Okay, maybe she was lying a bit there, there was no way that any human would EVER compare themselves to a sex slave pokegirl, no matter how good she looked.

"Oh, by the way Ranma," Jetta spoke up. "I've been thinking, and it might be best if you were to choose a new Alpha for the harem."

"What?" How come?" Ranma asked.

"Well, Gina never did like the job," Jetta told him. In truth it reminded the poor girl of the 'good ol days' when she was still human. "But you need someone around to help you out. This world is new to you, ya know, and you can't just run around beating up and killing tamers."

"Why the hell not?" Ranma demanded. Very thought of actually meeting someone like this counterpart and letting them walk free disgusted him.

"Because there are laws against that sort of thing here," Jetta explained. "Stealing someone's pokegirls is punished very harshly here, and repeat offenders are sometimes even sentenced to death. And it would break my heart to have someone as good as you die simply because they were doing the right thing. The others and me need you to take care of us. You've given me hope for a happy future for the first time since that brat brought me, please don't take that away."

Ranma just sighed. "Fine, if it's that important I'll TRY not to do anything," he told her, but he sure as he wasn't going to like it.

"So, now what?" Ranma asked.

"Let the other girls out please?" Jetta asked. "I think that you should tell them what's going on, and pick yourself a new Alpha."

"Okay," Ranma replied before taking the five empty balls and throwing them out with a flick of his wrist. Soon along with the Lupina there was the seven foot spotted Cheetit Brittany, that Amazon-chan Gina, the G-spliced Amalgam Brianna, a cute little Shaguare named Sheila, and a horney little Rack-Shasa.

All of the girls were in various states of confusion, sleepiness, or in some cases both. The little five-foot cat girl looked almost afraid and unsure about something, while the much larger one seemed to just be waking up from a nape. Genn had a look of confusion on her face for a moment before it seemed she suddenly remembered something that calmed her down considerably, while Gina and Brianna seemed the most together of the girls.

While pointing to Sheila, Ranma looked over to Jetta in confusion. "Jetta, I know you said Sheila was needing some, uh, taming," Ranma said hesitantly. "But, should she be acting like this?"

Hearing the Master call her name Sheila looked up from the floor and blinked. Ranma NEVER called Sheila called by her name, it was always just 'hey you' or some insult centered around her defect. The only reason she wasn't allowed to go feral was that Sheila was one of his top three fighters; and it was only the fear of going feral and loosing her mind that made Sheila do what she did.

Well, there was one time when Ranma called her by her name. But had had just been a dream where her orginal Master was killed by an exact look...alike. That wasn't a dream was it?

"I'm fine Master," Sheila called out.

"Quit trying to put on a front Sheila," Jetta told her. "I already explained to the Master how you need more sex than the rest of us thanks to where we're at. When we're done with this he'll satisfy you."

"Just what are we doing Master?" Gina asked as she stepped forward. Unlike most Alphas, Gina had never gotten used to calling Ranma, well Ranma. It wasn't that she wasn't around him enough, he just would always abuse her if she ever tried to 'speak to her betters' that way.

"Since the new Master has taken over Ranma's place and decided a few...changes should be made," Jetta told everyone. "The first of which being that the harem should have a new Alpha."

The reactions of the girls to this news as well as their thoughts differed greatly.

Gina was a bit relieved, but sad at the same time. While she knew she had never been the most attractive of the girls, her younger cheetit sister Brittany had taken that title with her exotic looks and lower resistance than Jetta, Gina had always felt a bi of pride in the fact her former Master kept her around for her knowledge. But then pride was hardly satisfaction, all the groaping, the kissing, the sudden urges for sex that she had to comply to. However the worst was being free in a city, unlike most pokegirls, Gina had been born human. After being trapped in an illegal manufactured pokeball she had been slightly altered on the genetic level to be like this. Just thinking about it made her want to cry. No, Gina wouldn't miss being the Alpha, even if was to this sweetheart of a master in front of her.

Brittany was a little wishy washy on the subject. Oh, she was very happy that Gina was getting a break as Alpha, she knew how much Gina hated it, how sad it made her. Which left the question of just who was going to be her replacement? Brittany wouldn't mind being able to run around out of her pokeball all day, and for what her new Master had done she was more than willing to let the boy screw her till he couldn't feel anything below his waist. As long as he made Gina happy, this new Ranma was okay in Brittany's book.

Brianna shifted her feet a little uncomfortably as she waited for Ranma to make his announcement as who he picked for the new Alpha. On one hand Brianna was more than willing to do it, and him. But on the other, like Gina Brianna still had those memories of being a human, and she didn't want to be treated like a slave, even a well cared for one.

Genn really did care either way. Although as the oldest pokegirl she would be the most likely choice and one of the most experienced as well as knowledgeable, being inside her ball let Genn conserve her aura energy; something her old master had very little of.

Sheila hoped she was picked as the Alpha. Although she know she might not have been the best choice, she was actually looking forward to getting to know this new Ranma. The boy's had a kindness that her old owner never had, and he actually considered her worth his time!

"Hey guys," Ranma spoke up. "Who do you think I should pick?"

"Wait a minute," Gena said.

"...You're actually," Genn continued.

"...Asking our opinion?" Brittany finished.

"What?" Something wrong?" Ranma asked. "I mean, if the girl is supposed to be the boss of your girls then, shouldn't you get to pick?"

"Master," Jetta cut in. "I'm afraid it's not supposed to work that way. We're your properity. We're not really allowed to have opions on this sort of things. ou give us an order, and we do it. That's the way things work. You really should learn such things if you don't want to get into bad situations."

"Well then, how about having you as the Alpha?" Ranma asked Jetta.

"M-me?" the Lupina asked a little suprised. "Master, I'm over twice your age. Usually pokegirls such as myself are just used as labor or sold off when it comes to young tamers like yourself." The only reason Jetta had been in Ranma's possession was he wanted to break her before he sold the woman off, called it a challenge he said.

"But that's why I think it should be you," Ranma told her. "You've already told me a lot about his world already, and I'd feel a lot easier around a woman like you than...Brianna for example. No offense."

"None taken," Brianna told him.

"Well he's got a point Jetta," Brittany agreed. "Put of the whole group you have been the one that defended us the most." Ranma had broken Brittany long ago by going after her two sisters for mistakes the cheetit had made. "And it is the Alpha's primary responsibility to keep her Master safe."

"Yeah," Sheila agreed. "As much as I hate to admit it, you are probably the best fighter, and you do try to look out for us."

Jetta just sighed. The titty kitties had a point, as much as Jetta hated to admit it. "Well then Master, I suppose then I'll be taking that position after all."

"D-don't worry," Ranma stuttered out. "I'm not going to try and grope you or tell you to do anything like that. I just need you for advice. I...don't want to force you to degrade yourself more than you already are."

Jetta blinked and looked down at the short boy bedside her. On a quick motion she bent down to eye level with the kid, and kissed him on the lips. If he kept talking like this than she might just forget about that little age difference of theirs and give him a good fuck before she needed taming.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

Ranma walked along the forest path in stride, his senses on red alert for anything out of the ordinary...

Of course, having a werewolf, or in this world's case, a 'Lupina' walk by his side, WAS pretty out of the ordinary for Ranma's levels of weirdness, but apparently in this place it was consider common. "And if what Jetta said is true, the only thing out of the ordinary with this is that I have an Alpha who older than me," Ranma thought in near-disbelief.

Still... It wasn't bad having the Pokegirl walk with him, "Or was it Pokewomon?" Ranma thought, but shrugged it off. That detail wasn't important to him. What was is that she was leading him to a city, so that they could buy clothing for everyone, get something to eat, and find a private place so he could tame Sheila, a room at the... "What did she call it?" Ranma asked himself. "A Pokecenter?"

Shrugging his shoulders as he walked, Ranma knew there was A LOT to this world that he didn't know...

...And Ranma wasn't sure if he wanted to know, either.

Walking along side her new master, Jetta could sense his uneasiness through the bond. Leaning over to him she began to whisper, "Excuse me, Mas...I mean, Ranma," Jetta corrected herself as being the Alpha, her genetic coding allowed her to call him by name, "What is bothering you? You look very worried."

Ranma looked over at Jetta and shrugged. "Well, Jetta... I'm not really sure what's bothering me," Ranma said in all honesty. "This whole world seems just 'odd', even to me. I'm not sure if I can handle this."

Jetta nodded her head a little in understanding. "Still having doubts, I take it?"

Shrugging his shoulders, (something he had been doing a lot lately,) Ranma just sighed. "Yeah... I mean, am I really cut out for this?"

Jetta placed a hand on her master's shoulder. Mas...Ranma, I understand you're nervous about all this. Hell, I am too. There's a lot you'll need to learn, but you shouldn't worry."

"And why's that?" Ranma asked in all seriousness. He wasn't sure if he could ever get the hang of how things went in this world.

"Well, the place we're going to end up at later on, a PokeCenter, is a gathering place for Tamers," Jetta said. "While in a PokeCenter, a Tamer can have their PokeGirls healed, fed, and run through Taming cycles," Jetta said.

Nodding his head as he listened to his Alpha, Ranma asked, "Okay. But how will I learn about this world at the PokeCenter?"

"Well, Ranma, PokeCenters also have access to information at data terminals, and you could chat with fellow Tamers, and if the PokeCenter allows it, have PokeBattles."

Ranma raised an eyebrow. "PokeBattles?"

"A PokeBalttle is a one-on-one duel betwene PokeGirls, usually." Jetta explained. "Usual practice is the loser has to give the winner 1000 slc 'standard league credits', or, if he doesn't have the cash, one of his PokeGirls."

"WHAT!?" Ranma screamed. "I'd have to give up a PokeGirl if I lost a battle!?"

Jetta shrugged. "That would be the normal case. But since it would be at PokeCenters, these battles would be for testing the strength of your PokeGirls and hopefully getting them experience. And win enough battles, and the PokeCenter might give you a prize of some sort, probably medicines."

Ranma nodd his head. "But still. You mean to say if there's a PokeBattle, and we lose, I'd lose one of you guys?"

"Not necesarrily," Jetta said. "I believe you have more than 1,000 slc on you. You could easilly pay the opponent off." Jetta said. Seeing Ranma calm down, Jetta continued with her original explanation. "Anyway, at the PokeCenters, there are even special Taming rooms set aside for Tamers that want to use them. All Tamers reguraly visit PokeCenters as this is sometimes they only place where they can have all their needs met."

Ranma nodded his head. "Kind of a homeless shelter for Tamers?"

Now it was Jetta who shrugged her shoulders. "In a way."

Nodding his head, Ranma accepted that answer. He and his old man had stopped at a few over the years while training. Of course, they had to stop once they realized Genma was stealing from them and other homeless people. "Damn old man..."

However, as they continued to walk, Ranma and Jetta then saw the path was starting to widen more, eventually leading into a clearing.

Ranma saw the ten at one end of the clearing, and Ranma asked Jetta, "Someone's campsite?"

"Yes, you could say that," Jetta said. She sniffed the air. "Very recent camp too. The scents here are VERY fresh."

"Excuse me," came a male voice from behind them. "Are you lost?"

by Ninja Kasuga of the Demonite Race

Ranma was greeted by a man that had tiger stripe patterned fur, and cat like ears. Beside him where three Pokegirls and they seemingly resembled their Tamer in respects they also had fur coats and car like ears. The first one had brownish red fur, with red hair put in a long ponytail, and wore a regal white and black outfit. The second had black and white fur, and wore a one-piece purple body dress. The final girl had tanned orange fur, and wore a light blue toga-esque outfit.

The tiger-man eyed Ranma and Jetta, "Are you lost?" He repeated.

"Huh? Oh no not really, we just came across the camp site by accident. We didn't mean to intrude." Ranma explained.

The tiger-man nodded, smiling a little, "Well that's understandable, what is your name stranger? My name is Stryyp'Gia I come from BE Dorado."

"My name is Ranma S-"

"SEXTOME?" Stryyp's eyes widened, come to think of it, this man DID resemble what he heard Sextome looked like. The pigtail was a big giveaway.

"No, no I ain't that bastard!" Ranma protested, waving his arms in the air. "I'm Ranma SAO-tome!"

"My master is nothing like that cruel bastard." Jetta affirmed with a slight snarl.

"Master Stryyp, they speak the truth; this man is not the cruel Sextome we have heard rumors about even if he strikes an identical resemblance. Archon, the Megami said, her forehead glowing.

Stryyp's body slacked from the tense posture it had just took, "Alright if you say he isn't than he isn't Archon."

Ranma blinked, "Not that I don't mind but how come you believed her so easily?"

"I trust Archon's judgment explicitly, and she can read minds to a certain extent." Stryyp answered, patting Archon on the back lightly. "But fear not she only uses that talent to make sure we're not lied to by shady business dealers or people her or I suspect of harmful intent toward us."

"I have heard some Megami have such abilities but they are rare," Jetta mused mostly to herself.

"Well Ranma, since you are not an obvious fiend, why not you and your Harem join us for lunch?"

"Stryyp, you speak my language I ain't ever one to turn down a meal!" Later after letting the rest of the girls out of their Pokeballs, everyone sat down to eat and chat. Ranma luckily found that Stryyp did not find the fact that he was from another world as far-fetched as he claimed to have met another such individual years ago. Another thing Ranma liked about the man was the fact they shared the same mind-set concerning Pokegirls.

"I must say Ranma, except for two other Tamers I have met on the road, Tamers like us who see Pokegirls as people and not property is a rare thing." Strypp said as he nibbled on some bread. "Also while I do not believe in killing, I applaud you for dispatching that cruel bastard Sextome and taking his Harem under your wing."

"Well I wasn't about to just leave them to be taken by some other bastard."

"Master is VERY good to us," Britanny spoke up as she nibbled on some Pokechow, the good kind that Stryyp generous provided since the Pokechow Sextome left behind tasted like garbage.

"Yeah he treats us like equals and not sex toys or subservient beings." Genn spoke up.

Sheila nodded, purring loudly as she recalled the taming session they had after breakfast this morning. Ranma was VERY gentle and loving where as her old master was cruel and brutal.

Ranma chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head, "Aw shucks girls, I ain't that great."

"On the contrary Master Saotome, just saving them alone from the evil Sextome would make any Pokegirl, worship the ground you walk on. I and my Harem sisters are very lucky that we have Master Stryyp, because we also could have befallen the situation your Harem did with Sextome. While not all Tamers in general are cruel, they often see Pokegirls as sex toys, bargaining chips, or tools for battles." Tanya pointed out.

"I'm curious Master Stryyp, how is it you assembled your Harem?" Gina asked. "And; how is it you uphold your own beliefs of Pokegirl equality?"

"Well My Father and Mother are well off so to speak and both believe in Pokegirl equality, so I was raised to see Pokegirls as more than what our world views you girls as. You see a breeder named Primus was an old friend of my Father's and he introduced me to Tanya, Archon and Jazelle when we were all very young. So in a sense we all grew up together, and I found myself never wanting to part with them. So Primus allowed me to help 'train' them when were they of the age to begin training. Thus we established our bond at an early age, as Harem and Master never to be taken from the other."

Several cute aww's came from the group.

"How romantic," Britanny swooned. "Seems we aren't the only lucky girls to find a good master," Genn smiled although she felt a bit jealous that Tanya, Archon and Jazelle found their perfect Tamer on the first go.

Ranma smiled, "Looks like you three have it all set, um say Stryyp can I ask a question?"

"Sure Ranma, go right ahead."

"How come you look like a male Pokegirl. Except for your tiger-patterned due and are male you look like your Pokegirls."

"Oh that, well take your Pokedex and aim it at me and you shall get your answer." Stryyp replied with a smirk.

Ranma raised an eyebrow, but took out his Pokedex and aimed it at Stryyp.

Pokeboy Gene Type: any Frequency: Very rare A Blood Gift/Curse that grants sons traits akin to their pokegirl mother. This Blood Gift (some consider it a Blood Curse) give the individual physical traits (no special abilities save in certain circumstances, such as having cat eyes) of their mother. If mother was a Tigress then you would have some Tigress traits. It could be as simple as having feline eyes or a tail, to having striped fur or patterned hair. 1/3 of BE Dorado have some form of this Blood Gift.

Phase 1: Minor physical trait; hair color, build, ears, eyes, teeth, minor things that may not be noticeable except under close scrutiny. Phase 2: More noticeable traits; fur, feathers, or other obvious pokegirl traits. Phase 3: Considered male version of a pokegirl; minus the powers, enhancements, attacks, and abilities if any applicable. Phase one is relatively common, phase two is not quite (BE Dorado 1/3 population is Phase 2), phase three is rare. Variations: see the possible phases, above.

"I am a phrase two since I come from BE Dorado." Stryyp explained, "Having Pokegenes will make breeding easier when the girls come of age and become Pokewomen."

"Pokewomen, breeding, what are you talking about?" Ranma asked confusec

"Usually when a Pokegirl reaches her mid adulthood which is anywhere between 26-30 years of age they become able to breed." Jazelle explained, "You see to prevent overpopulation Pokegirls are infertile until they reach the proper age and become Pokewomen."

"Genn and I happen to be Pokewomen Ranma. Its one of the reasons Sextome did not do much to us as compared to the other girls." Jetta explained. "Pokewomen are not popular with younger tamers for they want fertile girls they can fuck till they drop without worry of making them pregnant."

"So that's why you made that crack about you being an odd Alpha even if you're the most experienced." Ranma said, recalling that.

"In a nutshell yes."

by Proteus

Walking through the forest Ranma sighed as he looked at 'his' girls standing around him. Although Gina and Genn had returned to their balls, one on the account of conserving her aura energy and the other just not liking having to walk around all day, Jetta, Brianna, Brittany, and Sheila were still all around him.

They had left Stripe behind awhile ago after Jetta practically dragged Ranma away from the other tamer.

"I still don't get why you made me leave that other trainer out of the blue like that," Ranma grumbled. He actually seemed somewhat decent, although Gina's explanation about him being part pokewhatever let him be a little more sympathetic to the girls probably had something to do with that. Not that Ranma really understood half of what she said really, just the jist of it.

"Ranma," Jetta replied as she bent another branch out of their way. "First off, technically I just suggested it to you, I can't really MAKE you do anything. But if you keep shooting your mouth off like that then we're going to get in big trouble."

"She's got a point there Master," Sheila agreed while put her head against his chest for a moment and let out a soft purr. Ever since Ranma had...tamed Sheila awhile back she had been almost at an almost Shampoo level of affection for Ranma. But to anyone who knew Sheila this was to be expected. The little Shagwear had been attention starved since day one of coming into Ranma's harem and needed to have sex more than any of them. Now the Master not only gave her just what she wanted in the way of companionship, instead of forcing enough sex into Sheila just to make sure not to have her go insane, he was kind and gentle in bed. Sheila may not have gotten the Alpha position, but she was more than happy with her current arrangement.

"Uh, would you mind being more specific than that?" Ranma asked.

"Ranma," Jetta said before stopping them all and turning around to look at her owner. Sheila of course took this stop an an opportunity to completely glomp onto him softly while Brianna and her sister stepped back a bit. Brittany's taming was scheduled for tonight and from what Jetta could pick up with her hearing, Brianna seemed to be giving her a bit of advice. "I hate to break it to you Master, but if we're going to keep going on without getting in trouble with the law then you're going to have pretend to BE your counterpart."

"W-WHAT?" Ranma shouted before blocking the mental image that gave. "How come? Why?" The very thought of acting like a level of pervert beyond even Happosai was very disturbing.

"Well, there's the fact that you're completely identical," Jetta told him.

"Or that you're carrying his stuff," Sheila added. She quickly dislodged herself from Ranma and stepped away from him. Sheila know that this might just turn into an argument between Jetta and Ranma, and her sensitive ears were still ringing from Ranma yelling in them.

"As well as his pokedex," Brianna suddenly said. Although she had been observing her master and giving Brittany some advice like not trying to be too domineering or the like, she had been listening in.

"And don't forget that every one of us is registered to Sextome," Brittany finished. "If you're found out then...well I really don't want to know what would happen to us." From her knowledge it could be anything to a death sentence as a defective pokegirl, or just reprogramming to make a better sex pet.

"B-But you want me to walk around and let everyone think I'm some kind of sick pervert?" Ranma yelled.

"That's a matter of opinion Ranma," Jetta explained. "I know you're not going to like hearing this but...that other you wasn't just the norm for people of this world, some people actually admired him for what he did."

"You're right, I didn't like hearing that," Ranma agreed. "Although I kind of hate to ask...what exactly does that entail?"

"Well, when we're in public," Jetta began with a thoughtful look on her face. "I'd say you'd be groaping me a lot, have me compliment you on everything you do right, slap me in the face if I'm not doing something right, taunt me with food, and offer to sell me as a whore to a non-tamer. You know, that kind of stuff." She decided not to mention the REALLY mean things the old Ranma did in private, like pushing a pokegirl to the verge of orgasm and then putting her back in the pokeball before she could cum.

"Oh, it's just when other people are around Master," Brianna reminded him quickly when she saw that he was about to scream no way in Hell. Not that she blamed him of course.

"There's no way I'm doing that," Ranma replied. "I told you before, I'll be your tamer because you need one, but that's where it ends. Treat nobody deserves to be treated like that!"

"But that's what we are Ranma," Jetta replied sadly. "We're nobodies, just little pieces of property here to breed with and be turned into fuck toys. Our only reason for life is to make you happy, the fact that we actually want to make you happy because we like you only strengthens that need." That's what she guessed anyway, she really did want to see Ranma happy, and the feeling was genuine instead of some genetic programming.

"And we really do want you to be happy Ranma," Sheila added.

"Well," Ranma replied, his resolve starting to crack.

"It wouldn't have to be too much," Brianna said. "How about just the groping and feeling Jetta up? No teenage tamer would want to kiss an over the hill Lupina like Jetta after all."

"Hey," Jetta yelled. "I'll have you know I'm in my prime! Just because I can also bear children doesn't mean I'm over the hill. Besides, I don't think Ranma would mind kissing me, right Ranma?"

"W-Well, not really," Ranma replied with a blush. Okay, maybe Jetta was a bit older than him, but she was also incredibly nice when she wasn't being too pushy. Plus, she did look pretty good, even if Ranma wasn't into furies the pokewoman had a certain attractiveness to her as the others did.

That was something Ranma just couldn't explain. Back home whenever a girl grabbed onto him he would freeze up, but when Sheila did it, it made him feel a nice and warm inside. Then there was the whole cat girl thing, although the logical part of his mind told Ranma that he should be running for his life, being around Sheila and Brittany made him feel safe and happy. Some part of him just knew that they would never harm him, and it was more than enough to quell his fear of cats.

Then there was the certain attraction he felt for the girls. That one was even more unexplainable than the non-fear. In fact, after taming Sheila the other night, Ranma knew that he was more than up for doing it again. But the attraction he felt for the short cat-girl was only half as the sexual attraction Ranma felt when he looked at Brittany. Although half of the time Ranma would be sporting a pair himself, Ranma constantly thought about tonight and how he would perform when it came time for the cheetit's taming session.

"Oh look he's blushing," Sheila said. Ranma was just SO cute whenever he did that; which he did do a lot a few minutes before he tamed her when she was in the buff and getting warmed up.

"Looks like that's something else we'll have to fix," Jetta mumbled to herself. In her experience, as far as Jetta knew from all the tamers she had met and the few she had been owned by in her younger years, they NEVER blushed.

"Okay, okay I'll do it," Ranma replied, tired of being picked on by his girls. For slaves they sure did seem to be the ones bossing him around a lot. "But, just don't expect me to like it, okay?"

"As you wish Master," all of the pokegirls said at once with a quick bow. Which earned them a glare from Ranma, at of course incited another round of giggles.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

The town of Sheerpantyhose was a somewhat-bustling city. While there were no Gyms, there were TWO PokCenters and the PokeBreeder's ranch was built on the edge of the city, allowing for acres of farmland to be used for raising Pokegirls to sell to aspiring Tamers. So, while the town was mostly hard-working, middle-class folk, the city did get a lot of visitor's and people passing through.

In the shopping district of Sheerpantyhose, there was one store that stocked up on EVERYTHING a Tamer could want, 'asS-Mart'. However, the store was pretty empty most of the time. It was true that asS-Mart had the best prices and best variety of ANY store in the city of Sheerpantyhose, but no one was willing to take a look into this specialty store; even with the enticement of the vast quantities and varieties of product for low-LOW prices...

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

Yes, this man was a Tamer himself once. One Ash Williams. He had had more trouble with Ghost and Dark Pokegirls over the years, and it didn't take Ash long to fiure out tht being a Tamer was some DANGEROUS stuff. It was because of his previous bad experiences he opened this shop. Remembering everything thatw ent wrong and what could have helped, Ash stocked this building up with everything and ANYTHING a Tamer could need.

Ash sighed as he looked down at his steel prostetic right hand. How long had it been since it was pumped full of Windo venom and he had to cut it off? "I still don't know how it was able to move around after I cut the bugger free either..."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ash realized he probably wasn't going to get any customers today. "Sigh... Three weeks since we had someone stopped in to check out the store. I guess we'll close early shop today," Ash said as hee turned back to his Pokegirl, a common Bimbo, who nodded her head.

However, just as Ash had said that, the bell above the door rang, alerting Ash that someone was entering. He looked owards the door and saw a younger man, probably a Tamer enter teh store with four Pokegirls. Three cat-like Pokegirls and one As recognized as a Lupina. "Hello, welcome to 'asS-mart'. How may I help you?"

"Um... Hi?" Ranma started slowly as he looked at the man standing by the counter. Ranma thought that looked to be one hell of a cut on the guy's lip. Still, from the rumors Jetta heard around town, no one reallys hopped here, and it would give Ranma some privacy so he couyld let his girls get what they needed. "I'm looking to buy some clothing and other necessities for my Pokegirls."

"Really?" Ash asked with a smile. "Well, you've come to the right place, as we have the best prices ANYWHERE. After all, we have a saying around here. 'Be smart, shop asS-Mart'!

"Yeah, I can see that," Ranma answered. He took out two more PokeBalls from his PokeBelt. "Is it all right if I let all six Pokegirls of my harem out? I'd like them to check out what they'd like for themselves.

Ash raised an eyebrow. A Tamer going on a shopping spree. Either the guy's harem had really pleased him, or he just had money blowing out his ass that he didn' care of the Pokegirls just spent. "Still, either way, it means more money for the store," Ash shouthg seriously.

Coughing into his prostetic hand, Ash looked at Ranma. "Sure. I mean, what the hell. Go nuts."

Nodding his head, Ranma said, "Thank you." Ranma then tossed the balls and said, "Gina, Genn, I SCREW YOU!"

Hitting the ground, the two PokeBalls openbed, revealing the Amazonchan and the Rack-Shasa. Ash raised an eyebrow and looked around at the Pokegirls. "A Lupina, a Cheetit, a Shaguar, and a Rack-Shasa, an Amazonchan, and... What the hell is that?" Ash thought as he looked at Brianna. "Damn, this guy must travel quite a bit to have such a variety of Pokegirls," Ash thought to himself.

Ranma looked at his pokegirls. They were all just staring at him. He wondered for a moment why they weren't just looking around, but then it hit him. "Right," Ranma thought, "I'm the one that's syupposed to be in charge."

Sighing, Ranma looked around at his Harem. "All right, ladies! Looka round and get yourselves a new outfit. You all need neew clothing."

"Yes, Master!" All six Pokegirls said as they bowed to Ranma quickly. They then took off to look around the large department store for clothing they would like.

Ranma sighed as he looked around. He couldn't help but wonder if Sextome ever did this for the girls; let them look around on their own. He knew that Sextome would buy they some clothing, but would he let them try it on first to make sure it fit, or would he just buy whatever? "Probably just bought whatever," Ranma thought as a frown crossed his features.

As soon as Ranma frowned, it was then that he looked familiar to Ash. Blinking his eyes once, then twice, the store-owner realized where he'd seen Ranma before. Reachng behind the desk. Ash opened the file cabinet. "Sextome, Sextome, Sextome..." Ash muttered as he looked through all the 'S'-labeled files.

Finding the file labeled 'Sextome, Ranma', Ash pulled it out and placed it on the cashier's desk. Opening it, he came acros a color photo of Ranma Sextome. Looking up at Ranma Ash just knew it had to be th same guy!

by Proteus

Pulling garment after garment off the rack Jetta looked at the sizes and sighed before putting them back. Being a pokewoman as big and rare as her she was having a hard time finding just what she needed. Although Ranma was letting them get whatever they wanted, Jetta was no idiot, she knew that if they wanted to pull this thing off all of their outfits would have to be either skin tight, see through, or barely there at all. In other words something the old Ranma would have approved of. But, whatever she found was either much to small and wouldn't stretch, or was just too heavy and thick and covered up too much cleavage.

Taking a quick break from shopping Jetta looked back to see how the others were doing. Brittany and Brianna were of course loving this, although with her hearing Jetta could pick up how they were saying THEY thought the outfits they currently had in their hands were good looking. She would have to remind them they were supposed to make it sound like they wanted to buy them because they would think Ranma would like seeing the girls in them. Although Ranma had told them to get whatever, Jetta would hope they would try and pick up on that and revolve the outfits around something HE would like.

Then there was Ranma's attitude, Jetta knew that she would have to work on that one too. The old Ranma would of at least threatened to not get them anything or make them go around naked for a few days if what they got didn't please him. Not that he really bought them new clothes anyway.

Turning her head Jetta saw Sheila seemed to have the right idea at the moment. She was currently standing next to a slightly depressed Gina and asking if a one-piece suit that completely revealed her legs and would be skin tight against her chest would be what Ranma would find her sexy in. Jetta also made a mental note to ask what was bothering Gina so much later when they got out of town.

As for Genn, she was...

"Hey Jetta, you think the Master would let us by collars?"

...right behind Jetta.

Letting out a little cry of surprise Jetta jumped back a bit and turned around to see Genn holding a short leather pants and vest combination in her arms with a matching collar. A few seconds later Jetta looked down at the little pokegirl and frowned after recovering from her surprise. "Why the heck are you asking me? Ranma's the one you should be getting permission from," Jetta whispered. "Hey, where is that kid anyway?"

"Well, he was looking out the window a minute ago, but I guess the scenery wasn't to his liking," Genn told her before pointing to the boy whose cheeks were flaming red. "If you're going to talk to him could you ask him for me? You are the Alpha after all."

Looking out the window Jetta didn't see what could have gotten him so upset; it was just everyday stuff out there. People were walking by, some with their pokegirls behind or in front of them; some of them groaping the girls. Across the street there was another pokegirl clothing store with an advertisement for see through swimsuits. Up on a nearby building there was an advertisement for pokegirl attribute enhancers, along with a before picture of a rather scrawny milkit in lingerie and the after one showed really defined muscles along with huge tits that were more than 2 cup sizes bigger. All in all just another normal day.

"I better go see what's up I guess," Jetta said before walking over. Besides, the old Ranma would have never just been standing around and waiting for his girls to do something without keeping one of them for entertainment, and a little release might be good for Jetta right about now.

Plus, being that close she could keep an eye on the kid as to avoid any more slip-ups...she hoped.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

As is the case with alternate universes, there are a variety of situations and circumstances that exist to mold a person into how they are. Such as the same scenario of one universe being handled diferently in another, the same character growing up in surroundings the opposite of the norm, or the person gaining or losing a critical moment that had significant impact on their life.

However, there are a few, a very select minority of people who are so dead-set in their ways that it takes a huge catastrophe to change them. That, in other words, they are almost the exact same person no matter what the universe is.

Genma Saotome was one of those people. In all sorts of alternate universes that were a home to a 'Genma Saotome', all these Genmas were fat, lazy, greedy, conniving, stupid, lousy, SOBs that shouldn't have been care-givers to their child(ren).

As for the case of the Genma analouge in the world of Pokegirls... he wasn't an exception.

"Damn Genma Sextome," Ash grumbled angrilly as he pulled up a caster, (which Ash affectionately called 'Boomstick') from beneath the cashier's counter. It was in the shape of a double-barrel shotgun of old, which wasn't a surprise as Casters were based off of pre-Sukebe firearms.

Which is really no surprise to anyone of the world of Pokegirls. Casters were the replacement of guns, rare tools made for a select few. Weapons who's shells were made with an elemental affinity, under the watchful eye and powerful concentration of a powerful Pshycic-type Pokegirl.

And so, with the caster above the desk, Ash opend it and began to load a few Fire-elemental shells into it. It wasn't that Ash had anything aginst Sextome. Far from it! Ash had a healthy amount of respect for the pigtailed trainer.

However, Ash HATED Ranma's Father, Genma Sextome. Genma was a studnt of the ANything Goes School of Pokegirl Taming and Lechery; a real pain-in-the-ass to deal with. Genma had stopped in Sheerpantyhose once, and shopped at asS-Mart...

...Okay, maybe 'shopped' is too strong a word. The bastard had run off with more than 100,000 slc in goods by going to the back of the store and throwing items out through the window and to the waiting arms of his Pokgirls he had outside.

"But that's in the past," Ash thought. "I'm going to get Ranma to pay me the money his father owes me, wether he likes it or not!"

Snapping the caster closed, Ash smiled. The Boomstick had yet to fail him, (and had saved him from the clutches of that group of Feral Psidykes). It was more than likely not going to fail him in getting Ranma to pick up his old man's 'tab'.

Besides, maybe if Ash kept Ranma here long enough, some people would make it in time to see that Ranam did indeed shop at AsS-Mart. "Which means more credits for ME!" Ash thought seriously. And boy, who couldn't use more credits?

Looking around, Ash saw Ranma standing over in a corner of the store with his Lupin. "Ready or not, Ranma. Here I come!" Ash thought with glee.

by Proteus

As Ash was picturing a mental image of Ranma paying him off thousands of credits while begging for his life, and maybe even giving Ash a few romps in the sack or a good show with some of his girls, Jetta was busy with her 'Master' (although the one who was really in charge between the two of them was still kind of questionable).

"Ranma," Jetta called out a pitifully as she could manage, she needed to sound like an obedient sex toy after all. "I'm sorry Master Ranma, please don't be mad."

"Oh uh, hey Jetta-chan, what's up?" Ranma replied, very confused. "Why're you sounding like that anyway?"

Jetta had to force herself not to glare at the boy for calling her '-chan' tamers never used suffixes when dealing with their sex pets, they just weren't worth it. Although, she did think it was kind of sweet and any other time she would have loved him for it. Quickly thinking of a recovery, Jetta got up closer to Ranma (althou still not close enough to whisper) with as pitiful a face as she could make. "Master please don't call me that," Jetta wined. "You know I'm not a pokegirl anymore, your mother traded me to you so we could start making her some grandchildren, remember?"

"W-WHA-mmmph!"

Ranma cry of surprise was quickly cut off as Jetta rushed before he could say anything and kissed him on the lips then, picking the boy up Jetta took them to the nearby bench near the stores entryway. It was out of the public's eye so Ranma wouldn't be seen by everyone who passed by the shop, but still easily within Ash's eyesight.

Of course if Jetta were to look up at this moment and see the little puke loading a weapon that he obviously meant to use against her owner, she wouldn't care about giving him a show, and cut Ranma's lesson short in order to rip the man in half. But unfortunately for her (and good for Ash) all her attention was on the boy whose mouth she had her tongue inside. Finally noticing Ranma was running short of breath Jetta let his lips go while he panted. Being a pokegirl, she could easily hold her breath for far longer than any normal human.

"Sorry about that Ranma," Jetta told the boy in a whisper while acting like she was nibbling on his ear. "But I really needed to talk to you and a little foreplay session is always a good excuse."

"O-kay," Ranma said while he tried to get his breath. However when Ranma tried to pull away a little Jetta just wrapped her arms around him to hold the boy there and gave him another kiss.

Making sure Ranma was out of breath again Jetta pulled away from the boy and looked at him closely. "Hey, give me a hand here will you? I can't do all of his by myself," she told him.

"W-what?" Ranma gasped out in-between breaths. "You got to be kidding me!"

"No, not many masters really talk to their girls at times like this," Jetta responded in all serious. "I just need you to help me put on a show some nothing looks wrong. Don't worry, it's not for real, we're just faking it." She hoped Ranma would buy that.

"What the heck am I supposed to do?"

Jetta resisted the urge to face fault off the small bench and looked at him. It seemed Brianna really wasn't lying when she told Brittany that she would have to lead Ranma through the whole thing. "Just grad one of my tits and squeeze, then reach around to back a few inches above my butt and act like you're scratching it." There was a cluster of nerve points there that if touched by her owner would make a Lupina EXTREMELY horney that anyone with a pokedex would know of.

Once they had established a routine she would get to the explanation.

Gulping, Ranma raised a shaky hand up to grab Jetta's right breast, and gulped before squeezing very lightly. The Lipina let out a loud moan of sexual satisfaction before bringing Ranma's head of to kiss the now frozen boy again before pulling back and holding his head up with one of her clawed hands. "Now keep it up, and stop looking like you're seeing a ghost already," Jetta told him.

Jetta let out another fake moan when Ranma lightly touched her breast again, in real sex such a thing wouldn't even be noticed, but she supposed Ranma was doing the best he could. "Now squeeze harder," she said before really lightly nibbling on his ear and running soft kisses down his neck. "And stop freezing up like that!"

Ranma could only hastily nod in a half assured way before the big wolf-woman moved her right hand down to caress his butt. Although Ranma wasn't sure about her, all those kisses and now this really were starting to make him hard. But the thought of actually taming Jetta here in front of that man made him blush beet red again. Trying to get his mind off that thought Ranma quickly looked towards the opposite wall and laid his head down on Jetta's breasts to reach the spot on her back she mentioned earlier, and scratched it lightly.

As soon as Jetta felt Ranma's fingers run their way across her nerve points she mentally cussed before a sense of pure pleasure went off in her mind and let her cry out in a feral roar. She told Ranma to ACT like he was scratching, not actually do it! Part of her wanted to tell Ranma to stop it before she really did loose control, but that mind was quickly being buried under the part of her mind that wanted sex from her master. Unlike with her previous owner, Jetta's own indomitable will seemed to be putty when someone she actually liked was turning her on. If something didn't happen soon, Jetta would just be a horney little wolf girl wanting a fuck more than anything in the world; already she could feel herself starting to become soaking wet inside. A few more seconds and Jetta would be ripping apart Ranma's pants to get to his dick.

Not that she really minded of course, that why she was here, and with Ranma being so nice she really did find him cute like the others despite the age difference. But Ranma wasn't wearing any protection, and with as fertile as Jetta was, she knew that Ranma was about to make her pregnant if this continued!

by Proteus

Feeling the tits he was resting against become rock solid Ranma frowned as Jetta's caressing of his rear became more and more harsh, like she was trying to rip it off! "H-Hey Jetta, what're you doing?" Ranma demanded in a low before the large wolf woman lifted him up into a passionate kiss that was definitely NOT faking.

Ranma had no idea how right he was. Although Jetta was indeed a pokéwoman, she was only 34, meaning that unlike Genn, she had just recently hit the last stage of her development, and still hadn't adjusted completely. She still wanted sex, but with her age was only just finding out that she could indeed resist those urges.

But even her newfound resistance was nothing when touched in the right way, and by the right person. Just like nearly every other pokégirl in the world Jetta had certain pressure points that when touched by a person she had established a bond with made her more horney than any human could be. It was just another thing that their designer had put in if the owner didn't want to bother with foreplay and wanted his girl to be nice, willing, and sticky.

Back with Jetta's original Master, although he sometimes did the same to her, the very thought of being with such a monster was more than enough to make sure he knew that she wasn't enjoying the experience, or make her whimper in need like some Lupina did when pushed close to the edge without release.

But unlike with Ranma Sextome, Jetta did indeed like her new Master. Oh hell who was she kidding? She loved the kid more than any other human she had ever known, as did the other girls. Well, except maybe Gina and Genn, the Rakshala had once mentioned another master by the name of Séance, but beyond that she had obviously been in love with the guy she wouldn't say another word on the subject. Anyway, although much older than Ranma, Jetta was more than willing to give him children whenever he asked for them, and right now all her instincts both old and new were screaming at the Lupina to start making babies.

Feeling an almost overpowering sensation of lust Genn stopped in her shopping and looked back to see quite the unusual sight. Okay, maybe it wasn't THAT unusual as a Vixen and her owner across the street were also getting each other worked up, but this was RANMA after all. Plus, sitting on the seven feet of hormones Ranma was giving off waves of confusion and...fear? "Okay," Genn mumbled to herself. "If he didn't want to do her, then why make Jetta THAT horney?"

Smelling the arousal off Jetta, Sheila turned to look at the scene with a bit of pain in her eyes. She had thought Jetta had been chosen because she was the oldest and most experienced, not because Ranma really did want to screw her the most. Sheila knew it had to be because of her looks, the little Shagwear may of been considered cute by Ranma, but next to her sexier, bigger, smarter, and more developed harem sisters, cute meant practically nothing at all.

"Geeze, what's Ranma's problem?" Gina asked the little pokégirl next to her. "Doesn't he even know touching her there might as well be putting his rod into her hips? He's egging her on but looks scared half to death."

"W-What?" Sheila exclaimed before looking at the scene in front of her. Sure enough, Ranma was messing with Jetta's arousal spot near the bottom of her spine although he obviously did NOT want to breed with Jetta by the expression on his face. "Whew, it's good to know the Master really doesn't...hey wait, he doesn't want to fuck her yet! Gina, we gotta do something!"

Sniffing the air and getting a VERY familiar smell, Brittany turned towards the source of her interrupted shopping spree along with her sister Brianna. "I thought Jetta's sex drive was supposed to be going down in her old age," Brittany said while examining the situation and making a crack about the Lupine at the same time as she usually did.

"Not when Ranma's doing that to her," Brianna replied while pointing to Jetta's back. "So, should we try and get him out of there or what?" Being the second and third physically strongest girls in Ranma's harem next to Jetta (who had the greatest physical strength by FAR) they were the best bet to pry the two apart. Of course once away from Ranma's hands and the pressure removed, Jetta should calm down, but she'd be wanting a good screw in the very near future.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

Ranma wasn't sure what to make of Jetta's tongue roaming his mouth urgently. Her tongue went so far back into his mouth that Jetta was prctically licking his tonsils clean. He couldn't do much accept accept her tongue and keep scratching her back, as she had lifted him up off his feet and had him pressed against the way. He could feel her tail wagging back and forth beneath his hand.

Though, Ranma had to admit, this didn't feel so bad. It was actually really kind of nice. But the fact they were doing it out practically in the open had Ranma embarassed like nothing else! Why the hell should they be getting it on where anybody in the store could easilly come over and watch them? He wasn't an exhibitionist for crying out loud!

"But how the hell am I going to get Jetta to let me down!?" Ranma thought frantically. It's not that he disliked Jetta but he was just REALLY uncomfortable doing something like this in a not-so-private setting.

Managing to break off the kiss for a moment, Ranma managed to ask Jetta, (in a hushed tone) "J-Jetta! What are you doing!?"

Unfortunately, Jetta couldn't answer her master. Through all this, Ranma was still scratching Jetta's back in that spot above her tail. More precisely, he was now rubbing it, as he was trying to get a firm grip to keep himself balanced in some way.

So it was no surprise to anyone, (but Ranma) that the Lupina kept licking, nipping, and feeling up her master like he was a prime piece of (tube)steak.

It wasn't too much longer before Ranma felt Jetta's hand slide down the front of his pants and start fondling his hardened manhood between her fingers. Ranma froze up from the pleasurable feeling, stopping his caressing of Jetta's 'sweet spot'.

And that was all that was really needed. As soon as his hand stopped playing with the small of Jetta's back, the Lupina calmed down tremendously. True, her hormones were still high, but the adrealine flow within the wolven pokegirl practically came to a screeching halt; allowing the pokegirl to calm down.

Coming to her senses for a moment, Jetta began to breathe heavilly to calm herself. She realized her hand was in her Master's pants for a moment, but kept it down there for a few more seconds before retracting. She looked into Ranma's eyes and then moved her mouth to his ear. She nipped on it a little harder than usual to get his attention. "What do you think you were doing?" Jetta whispered in a harsh tone of voice.

Ranma himself was breathing heavilly, and was very confused. Jetta had gone from affectionate, to overly affectionate, and now to irate? "I-I was just doing as you asked," Ranma whispered back. "You told me to scratch your back."

"I told you to ACT like you were scratching my back, not to actually do it," Jetta snapped at her Tamer again in hushed tones, her tongue licking along the rim of his ear. She had to keep up the act after all. "Now you see just how potent doing that to me really is."

Blushing a little, Ranma nodded his head. "All right. Sorry. I wasn't expecting it to have such an effect," Ranma apologized. Then in a hushed whisper, he asked, "Are you going to be okay, Jetta-chan?"

Nodding her head, Jetta gave Ranma a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, I'll be fine," She answered. She then moved a hand behind his head to turn him to look at her, "Although as soon as we get to the PokeCenter and buy some protection you're giving me some sex, buster!"

"Uh... All right..." Ranma said as he blushed. "I guess I should. It's my fault for making you... Uh... You know... Horny."

Jetta let out a good nature sigh as Ranma was blushing like a bright-red tomato. She REALLY would need to work on that. "He really is too damn nice, naive, and innocent for his own good," Jetta thought. She sighed, as ironically, those were also the very same qualities she loved about the pigtailed man.

Smirking a little, Jetta placed her hand on Ranma's butt again. "Now let's do this right this time," She whispered as she kissed Ranma on the lips again.

by Proteus

With her hand caressing Ranma's ass Jetta kissed Ranma on the lips, although with not as much gusto as before. Jetta had to admit, she like this. Hell, she liked it when Ranma was unknowingly turning her into a sex crazed little wolf girl too. Although she was no longer under the influence of that pressure point, Jetta still wanted a good fuck from her master; she just hoped this would satisfy her hunger till they could get to a private taming room.

Guessing that idle hands weren't going to make good convincing Ranma reached up under the rag that was serving to cover Jetta chest and started to caress her soft furry tits with both hands; he didn't want to go ANYWHERE near that point of her back. Besides, this wasn't so bad...sort of. With Jetta shirt on it would at least hide a little bit of what they were doing.

"Hey, Ranma didn't rub my tits that way," Brianna complained while she looked up from a pair of pants that would really show off her butt. With the crisis of Master doing something to Jetta that he definitely didn't want to now gone, Brianna had immediately gone back to shopping.

"Like you actually need that kind of stimulation," Brittany replied before looking over the purple suit she had picked out that went with some dark jeans. Although she was a little worried about her Master if he was to fool with her breasts like that. Like Jetta, Brittany (and to a lesser extent Brianna) also had pressure points that if touched correctly by her master would just turn her into a little fuck kitten who was dying for sex. In that state there was no way she would be able to control her strength, and would probably end up tearing her Master limb from limb if not crush his bones to paste. Being a cheetit, her points were of course, on her tits.

Feeling her breasts being rubbed Jetta let out a real moan of pleasure. Although she needed to correct Ranma on his mistakes, that could wait a few minutes while she let out some of this pent up energy. Besides, if Ranma was hard when they got to the center it was all the better for her since the boy seemed to get nose bleeds more often than not instead of doing what a normal tamer would.

Of course if Ranma ever DID start acting like a normal tamer, then Jetta would start to get very worried.

In an attempt to get her mind off such thing Jetta leaned down to kiss Ranma again, and put her free hand down his pants to make sure he STAYED that way, oh, and to keep up appearances. Plus if she was getting wet down there, it was only fair Ranma be too.

by Ninja Kasuga of the Demonite Race

"Pardon me, if I could have a word with you Sextome?"

Hearing the store clerk call him, Ranma stopped his ministrations on Jetta and turned his head to face the store clerk.

Only to have the double barrel of Ash's boomstick aiming right between his eyes, killing the mood to continue fondling his Alpha. Jetta and the rest of the Harem tensed, the instinct to protect their Master sending their Adrenaline levels high.

However they dared not attack the store clerk, all he had to do was pull the trigger and bye-bye Ranma. Not to mention that Pokegirls even when defending their Master's can get into big trouble attacking another human, thus forcing them to wait instead of attack the man aiming a gun at their beloved Master.

"I normally don't threaten Tamers like yourself this way, but your Father almost put me under when he stole over a 100,000 credits worth of Tamer supplies from my store sometime ago."

"What?!" Ranma exclaimed, confused and baffled.

"Your Father Genma Sextome, stole over 100,000 credits worth in Tamer goods and supplies. Damn near put me on the street too." Ash exclaimed, still keeping his trusty double barrel aimed squarely at the pigtailed Tamer's eyes.

Ranma did his best not to yell 'Genma-no-baka', even in this world Genma was a jerk. "Look I'm sorry my old man screwed ya over, but you should take it up with him and not me!"

"Sorry, but I'm not in the mood to track down Genma since he travels too often and never stays in a town more than a day before leaving." Ash said while shrugging apologetically, "Since you're a Sextome I figured might as well get what I'm owed from you, sorry but I gotta get my money back somehow."

Ranma sighed in a somewhat defeated nod; the Pokegirls however were giving the store clerk the meanest glares he'd seen since before he had quite being a Tamer. That was natural he figured, he was aiming a shotgun at their master.

"Listen Sextome I won't be a total asshole about this since this isn't your fault really. You don't have to repay me in cash if you don't want."

Ranma was relieved; he doubted his counter part had that much in the wallet that he found in Sextome's duffel bag. Second he was glad that Ash had pulled away the shotgun when he said that.

"So what other options do I have to pay you back?" Ranma inquired curiously.

"Well you have the following. Option 01: Win the money in Pokebattles."

Ranma stiffened a little, he knew jack about Pokebattles and he didn't want to risk losing a Pokegirl over a match. "Uh I'd rather not risk losing one of my girls."

Ash raised an eyebrow, "Since when does Ranma Sextome the unbeatable worry about losing?"

Before Ranma could say anything else, Jetta clamped her hand over his mouth and said. "Master's mother wants to make sure I'm taken care of. She wants me to make her grandchildren with her son, so lately he's been more cautious of taking on other Tamers until I've conceived."

Ash nodded his head; once a Pokewoman was pregnant they were bound to the Tamer who knocked them up till after they gave birth. "Okay we also have Option 02; which is working at my store till you pay off the debt."

"How long would that take that way?"

"With current minimum wage, four years so we'll move onto the next option. You could whore off your Poke-."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Ranma exclaimed vehemently.

"Okaaaaaay, or you can pawn me some stuff of value to help cover the costs." Ash said as he held up his hands defensively.

Blinking, Ranma reached over grabbing his duffel bag and looked around inside it. After a second of digging around, he pulled out a… a pair of thong panties?

"What the hell?" Ranma mutters, and suddenly Ash grabs the panties form him.

"Holy shit! These are the Dragon Slave Brand! How'd you find a rare pair like these?"

Ranma blinked in utter confusion, until Jetta gently tugged on his shirt and pointed to a display case.

Name: Dragon Slave Brand Underwear Effect: Increases the pokegirl's defense by 20 and her fire/ice/lit resistance by 15%-35%. Frequency: Found at any Jahana-owned subsidary. Cost: 100,000 slc

Ranma's eyes went wide? Someone pays 100,00 SLC for a pair of panties?!

The Harem girls grumbled under their breath, that Sextome had that sort of underwear on him and he was holding out? "Consider the debt paid in full Sextome!" Ash commented as he went to put away the panties, "Just bring up your purchases to the counter, hell I'll even throw in a discount!"

Ranma let out his breathe he had been holding in, that hurtle had been averted. He turned to see the girls surrounding him, all with outfits. All except for-

"Jetta, didn't you find an outfit?"

The Lupina shook her head, "I did not find one to your specifications Master."

"Hey Sextome I think I got an outfit that'd do your wolf girl some good." Ash called from the counter, as he drew out from a box...

by Proteus

Ranma blinked as Ash pulled out a dark red leotard that looked like a bigger version of the one that Ranma had worn while competing in that gymnastic competition back on his home world; only something about this one seemed a little different. It was just cut much lower than the one Ranma had on, and from the looks of things seemed to be four sizes too small for the wolf woman, whose lap Ranma was currently occupying.

The pigtailed tamer frowned for a moment. Like he would ever force Jetta into something THAT skimpy! However before he could actually voice that opinion, Ranma quickly found himself sitting on the bench alone with...Jetta's rags in his lap.

When he looked up Ranma could only stare at the naked Lupina as she looked over the skimpy red imitation swimsuit. Finally noticing what was wrong with the suit Ranma frowned and then looked over to Ash. "Hey, where's the part that goes over the shoulder to hold the thing up?"

"Ah no need to worry about that," Ash assured him. "The thing's so tight that it'll stay there on it's own."

Paying only partial attention to the bastard with the gun and her master, Jetta looked over the suit. All in all she thought it would look just perfect on her. She might have been fully grown but she still had pride in her figure and wanted to show it off. Ranma was the best master she had ever been owned by, and damnit if she was indeed going to be his Alpha then she was going to give him something good to look at. The dark red suit would go great with her brown fur, and with the way it seemed to stretch to fit her form anyone would be able to see every single curve on Jetta's boy like she wasn't even wearing anything.

Now, how to make it seem like she was actually asking Ranma to buy it for her instead of telling him to?

Oh, she knew how.

"Oh Master," Jetta asked before bending down to look at Ranma in the face while she held the suit close enough to her chest to cover her nipples, but show of every bit of cleavage she had. Then, putting on her best 'puppy dog' look, Jetta looked at Ranma right in the eyes. "Please but this for me. I know it covers up more than my old stuff but just look at it. The suit stretches so if you want to play with my pussy without getting my cum all over yourself you can just reach your hand inside, and the same when you want to play with my tits. Besides, your mother DID want you to get me and Genn pregnant when she gave us to you last year remember? If I wear this then you won't need to get me something else when I start to show."

"Well, your bitch has a point there," Ash said. "This stuff can stretch enough to cover almost any pokégirl."

"Okay, okay I'll take it," Ranma said. He just wanted Jetta to get her...assets out of his face before the blood loss started.

"Okay then," Ash said. "Now then what about the rest of your harem?" Ash pointed back to the other girls.

Ranma just gulped after turning around to see all of 'his' girls dressed in their new attire. Of course...

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

Gulping nervously, Ranma turned around slowly to see all of 'his' girls dressed in their new attire. Of course like Jetta's outfit, all of it was practically skin tight... And some of the clothing showed off plenty of clevage...

Looking over to his Amazonchan first, Ranma was a little surprised. She had on an outfit that Shampoo would have killed form. A tight red pair of shorts that just hugged over her hips and showed off her butt quite nicely. And then the tight red vest lined with gold patterns along the edges looked nice. The outfit she had was definitely Oriental.

Ash nodded his head. "Ah, that outfit is one fo the few we have in stock that comes straight from the Edo League. They style has proven quite popular with certain Fighting-type Pokegirls, especially those from the Joketsuzoku Preserve."

"Master," Gina began as she moved towards Ranma. "Does this please you? Is it tight enough?" She asked as she rubbed her body against Ranma's.

Ranma just nodded his head slowly. "Y-yes. Very tight..."

"Oh, thank you, Master!" Gina thanked as she bowed. After all, she knew Ranma would buy this for her, but she had to keep up appearances. She idly noticed Ash typing into the cash register.

As soon as Gina let go of him, Ranma then looked over to his Cheetit, Britanny. At first glance, Ranam thought she had a tight shirt on. But noticing the shirt went into her pants, he realized it was violet one-piece. Though he had to admit, the tight pair of dark blue jeans Brit had on over it accentuated the one-piece quite nicely. "Damn... That looks really good," Ranma thought. He couldn't help but entertain thoughts of taking that off heer once it was time to tame her later that day.

Britanny moves slinkly up to her tamer. She hugged him tightly, pressing his face between her breasts. "Oh please, Master... I know the jeans coiver my legs, but they'll protect them while running... And you do want me to move fast, especially during battles, don't you?"

"She's got a point there," Ash added. "Speed IS a Cheetit's best feature."

His head still in Britanny's chest, Ranma nodded his head, although, from his current position, he could say something ELSE was Britanny's best feature. But he kept silent on that matter. "S-sure. I'll buy it for you."

"Oh, thank you, Master!" Britanny cried out as she gave her master a deep kiss, her tongue doing as deep as it could.

Ranma idly wondered if tonsil cleanings were going to be common with his harem for a moment. When Britanny finally let go, Ranma took a depp breath. Catching his breath, Ranma then looked over to Brianna. The G-Splice had on a loose white tank top, which had a low enough cut as to show off quite a bit of cleavage. And then the tight pair of khaki pants really showed off her butt quite nicely.

making her way to Ranma, Brianna smiled lustfully. She hugged onto Ranma in a fashion much like the cheetit before her had. "What do you think, Master? Is this just the sort of outfit you'd approve?"

Wide-eyed, Ranma could only nod his head. Oh WHY did these girls have to shove their assets in his face? It's not that he didn't like it, but he was afraid his nose one going to explode due to one tremendous nosebleed. "Yeah, Bri. You can have it."

"Thank you, Master!" Brianna said as she pressed her chest into Ranma's face in thanks. She then let go.

Trying to calm himself so he could keep a nosebleed from happening, Ranma was as Sheila came over to him. The Shaguar was wearing an ice-blue one-piece suit that completely revealed her legs. Also, it happened to be skin-tight against her chest, showing Ranma that the Shaguar's nipples were a little hard then.

"Master," Sheila asked shyly. "This was the skimpiest thing I could find. I hope it's to your liking."

Smiling kindly, Ranma said, "Of course, Sheila. I really like it on you."

"Oh, THANK YOU, MASTER!" Sheila sqeualed in delight as she caught her Master in a glomp that would befit any Amazonchan.

Hugging the purring Shaguar for a bit, Ranma then put Sheila back down onto her feet. He then turned to the Rack-Shasa to see what Genn had decided on. He saw she had on a tight pair of black leather shorts and a matching black leather vest, which she wore open to show off her cleavage. And for some reason, the collar she had with it really accentuated the overall presenation.

"What do you think, Master?" Genn asked seriously. "Does this suit your taste?" suit your taste.

Again, Ranma nodded his head. "Yes. The black looks really good against your bronze skin."

Smiling, Genn walked over to Ranma and thanked him before giving him one heck of a kiss, giving Ranma his third tonsil cleaning of the hour.

However, as soon as Genn finished kissing him, Ranma heard Ash speak up. "Okay. And with the ten percent discount I'm going to give you for the outfits, yoru total comes to 11,800 slc."

Hearing that, Ranma walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out the wallet. There were slips of paper with images of old men and a few women that Ranma didn't recognize. Still, they were marked with numbers 100, 500, 1,000, 2,000, 5,000, and a few with 10,000.

And so handing Ash a 10,000 slc dollar and a 2,000 slc dollar, Ranma asked, "This shoulkd be enough, right?"

"Yessir," Ash said as he took the money. He put it in the cashier drawer and took out two 100 slc dollars. "Here's your change."

"Thanks," Ranma said as he accepted the bills from Ash and stuffed them back into his wallet. He then looked over to his Harem, specifically to Jetta. "Now then, shall we get to a PokeCenter, do more shopping, or get something eat?"

by Proteus

"Well isn't it obvious Master?" Brittany asked. "I think we should go to the pokécenter and get some taming in. You're supposed to fuck me today, remember?" After hearing Brianna give her tips all day, and seeing Sheila just glue herself to Ranma, Brittany was pretty curios to how he would treat her. A smile appeared on her face as she thought of getting screwed by someone she actually liked.

"Uh," Ranma said, very hesitant over the whole thing. It still wasn't even nightfall yet, surely Brittany could hold out a little bit. Plus Ranma was still a little dazed from having the girls showing him their clothes.

"Now hold on just a second," Jetta said after stepping in-between the big cat girl and the Japanese boy.

Ranma sighed in relief at the woman's actions. It looked like Jetta was going to actually pull him out of the fire again.

"If there's anyone in this room whose going to get the Master's hard cock shoved in-between their legs it's going to be me!"

Okay, maybe that assumption had been a little premature.

"What?" Brittany shouted. "Now look Jetta, I know you're the Alpha and all, but today was my day to get banged by the master!"

"You've still got plenty of leeway before anything bad will happen Tits," Jetta replied. "Me? Ranma just got me so horny that it's taking everything I got not to get on my hands and knees and suck him dry! I NEED SEX DAMNIT!"

"Hey, you know I hate that nickname," the cheetit replied. It had been what the original Ranma had always called her. "Besides, the way Brianna's been talking all day, my pussy is aching for Ranma's dick!"

"This never would of happened with our original Master," Genn mumbled while shaking her head.

"Listen you little pussy cat," Jetta yelled. "You can have your turn with the Master, but only after he's through doing me!"

"No way you slut puppy," Brittany shouted. "I'm going to get banged by that boy first!"

"No kidding," Sheila replied to Genn's comment. "Hey, just where is the Master anyway?"

Brianna pointed over to Ranma, obviously trying to pretend he didn't know the girls and covering his nose.

"Master will be fucking me first," Jetta told Brittany.

"No, he'll be fucking me!" Brittany replied.

Gina just sighed and rubbed hr head. She knew Cheetits and Lupinas were supposed to be very competitive with each other, but this was getting just a little out of hand. Well, it looked like it was time to stop this before a fight actually broke out. She just hoped nothing like this happened tomorrow when it was her turn for sex.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

Ranma sighed as he walked as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was in the bathroom connected to a Taming room in the Sheerpantyhose PokeCenter. Running the warm water, Ranma splashed some on his face. "How do I get myself into these messes?" Ranma thought in all seriousness.

Oh yeah. Now he remembered. Ranma's Lupina and Cheetit were fighting over him to see who would get to have sex with him first.

"God, I'm used to women fighting over me, but this is a new twist," Ranma thought seriously. He was glad that the girls were willing to share, but now that just brought up a new variation of his problems. "Now it's all about who gets to go first."

Blushing quite a bit, Ranma wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to this. At first, he had been happy when his Amazonchan Gina had stepped in worked to resolve the situation. However, Ranma wasn't sure what possessed Gina to offer the two an ultimatum of a threesome.

"Which I can't believe they both agreed to," Ranma thought in awe. Ranma was nervous as hell when it came to others possibly seeing him having sex. To think these two weren't bothered by having a third person in the room made Ranma a little uneasy.

Taking off his shirt, Ranma looked at himself in the mirror. Was he really so special? Sure, he muscular, but he was also lithe, giving him a more athletic form than anything else. "Plus, even Jetta kept mentioning that it was odd for a younger 'Tamer' like me to be with an older 'Pokewomon'."

Shaking his head, Ranma reminded himself that these girls needed it. It wasn't that sex was just for simple pleasure, but it was needed to keep them sane, (and in the case of Jetta, to allow her to become pregnant). "And I promised them I'd protect them no matter what."

Taking a towel off the rack, Ranma began to dry off his face. Well, the moment of truth was here. He'd step out into the Taming room and take care of Britanny and Jetta at once. "God, I must be nuts..." Ranma thought in all seriousness.

It was then Ranma froze. He smiled and almost chuckled a little. "It I were back home and doing this, I'd know at least mom would be approving it."

Sighing, Ranma placed his hand on the bathroom door handle and opened the door. He looked into the room and saw Jetta and Britanny. Both were naked as could be and sitting on the bed.

Blinking his eyes once, then twice, Ranma was surprised, and in some ways, delighted by the sight. "God... They're beautiful," Ranma thought.

Britanny was tall, young, firm. Covered in beautiful gold fur with brown spots, and a white underside that covered the majority of her body. And then there were those breasts! "Holy SHIT!" Ranma thought in shock. "She's huge!" Ranma had to shake his head. God, those breasts were practically hypnotic!

Deciding to keep himself form practically being hypnotized by the size and sheer flawlessness of the Cheetit's furry tits, Ranma looked over at Jetta... Who was also quite the work of art. He had gotten glimpses of her as she was trying on that leotard he bought for her at asS-Mart. But now... He was getting a sight at just how refined a woman she was, the brown fur and lupin features making her QUITE exotic. "She wasn't kidding when she said she was in her prime," Ranma thought seriously.

However, as Ranma watched, he noticed as Jetta and Britanny had their vision towards him, a hungry look in their eyes. They advanced on him in unison. Before Ranma could say anything, they grab him, and started dragging Ranma towards the bed. Needless to say, this WAS Ranma and so he was a bit confused by the sudden forwardness.

"Woah, WOAH! WAIT!" Ranma shouted a little. "Jetta! Britanny! I know you guys need this, but isn't this a bit much? I'm supposed to be the one taking care of ya, right?"

However, Ranma WISHED he hadn't of said that, because Jetta and Britanny then gave him, 'the look'! A dreaded technique his fiancées would use that could just seem to break through his defenses. Both girls were looking up at Ranma with sparkling, glistening eyes on the verge of tears! "How the hell do women do that!?" Ranma thought bitterly. He never could deal with girls crying.

"All right, all right," Ranma spoke out, placing his hands on both Britanny and Jetta's backs, (making DAMN sure his hand was AWAY from Jetta's 'sweet spot'.) "We'll do this..."

As soon as Ranma said that, the two Pokegirls' hands were upon him. By an unspoken agreement the two, they start showing their affection to their pig-tailed master. Britanny began to kiss Ranma, her tongue exploring his mouth, while Jetta grabbed the sides of his pants and pulled them and his boxers down.

Looking at Ranma's semi-flaccid manhood, Jetta frowned. Couldn't have that! Sticking her tongue out, Jetta began to lick along the length, smiling internally as she could feel it already start to harden from the simplest ministrations. "Perfect," Jetta thought as she began lapping along the length.

Moaning lightly, Ranma ran his hand through Jetta's hair, while resting his head against Britanny's chest, eliciting a soft "mew" of pleasure from her. With one hand in Jetta's hair, Ranma then slid his other hand down to Britanny's butt, squeezing it a little.

Letting Ranma work there a little, Britanny moaned faintly and moved a hand behind to grab Ranma's hands. She then moved it around and up to rub one of her breasts. His hands glided across the fur on them, bringing a rush of tingling sensation in their wake, moving up and down and around, making Britanny squeal in delight.

Deciding Ranma was hard enough, Jetta moved behind Ranma and licked and nipped at his firm rear. Kneeling, Jetta then made her way up Ranma's back, kissing and licking her way up his right leg, across his butt, then up his back and around to his neck. All the while, Ranma couldn't help moaned, shivering and enjoying Jetta's sweet kisses.

As Jetta glided around to the front of Ranma's body, she then gently pushed Ranma back onto the bed. She got between Ranma's legs and then took his manhood into her mouth, sucking on it eagerly.

Though she was a little pissed Jetta stopped Ranma's ministrations of her breast, Britanny wasn't going to give up. Leaning forward, the Cheetit pressed one nipple to Ranma's mouth.

Taking Britanny up on her offer, Ranma licked her hardened nipple gently it at first, sending a shiver up Britanny's spine. He then sucked on it gently, fit tongue flicking the hardened nub. Britanny felt her nipple swell and she moaned as she slid onto one of her master's hand, which had fount it's way to one of her breasts again.

Concentrating on Ranma's dick, Jetta continued to suck on it like a lollipop. She really did enjoy the taste. She kept up her ministrations, even as Britanny climbed onto the bed and sat on Ranma's chest. Britanny took one of Ranma's hands and brought it around her back. Ranma pulled her down closer to him, burying his face in her breasts, nuzzling the furry orbs of flesh.

Britanny moaned as Ranma kissed and licked her full breasts, his hand roaming up and down her back. Ranma smiled as he was eliciting a lusty purr from her.

It was then that Ranma had to stop for a moment. He moaned, feeling Jetta's tongue wrapped around manhood was quite pleasurable. He kissed and licked Britanny's breasts a bit harder. He was enjoying himself; tasting the sweet taste of his newfound lovers, smelling their sweet scents, and hearing their words of pleasure...

Britanny felt her body flush, as she was getting turned on by all that they were doing. Her most sensitive spots were in her breasts, and the fact he kept lavishing them with kisses was starting to turn her on.

It didn't take long for both Britanny and Jetta to become ready to go all the way with their new master. Ranma had gotten Jetta all excited earlier back in the store, and he had just done wonders with Britanny's breasts.

Still, there was one problem...

"Not that I don't appreciate this all, ladies," Ranma said, looking up from between Britanny's breasts. "But, who's going to go first?"

Britanny and Jetta froze. They looked at each other in a very serious manner. Truth be told, both wanted to be with Ranma first.

But it would be Britanny that would win this one out...

"You can go first, Jetta," Britanny said calmly. "If you have the condoms on hand."

Jetta blinked her eyes once, twice. "Aw, hell..." Jetta grumbled. She was so excited about getting a good fuck that she had forgotten to get some condoms from the vending machine outside the hall with the Taming rooms.

"All right, fine!" Jetta snapped in a tone almost like a bark. "You can be first, Tits," Jetta smirked at seeing Britanny frowned, knowing the Cheetit hated that name. "But don't think I'm going to let you off easy!"

Smiling superiorly, Britanny said, "Sticks and stones, Lupina!" She looked over into her Tamer's eyes and smiled. "Now... Are you ready for your first Taming with a Cheetit, my Master? Purr..."

Jetta frowned. Her eyes widened as she slapped herself on the face. Walking over to her Master's duffel bag, she saw that he did indeed have some condoms on him. This meant she COULD have gone first. "I'll get you for this, my pretty.

While Britanny was straddling her master's stomach, she was surprised when Jetta clambered onto her back. "J-Jetta?"

Watching this, Ranma wondered what was going on, until he saw Jetta wrap her arms around Britanny and started to stroke Britanny's firm breasts. Britanny moaned loudly, as Jetta was just playing with her 'trigger-points' in just the right way. Britanny's eyes widened as she then moaned even louder as Ranma stroked her vagina with his fingertips.

Jetta looked down and saw Ranma wasn't being idle. She smiled a little. "Looks like he's finally getting it," Jetta thought with a bit of relief. She needed to get Ranam to act somewhat like a Tamer. And knowing to please one's pokégirls was ALWAYS a good start.

Moaning loudly, the Britanny felt as though her body was on fire. A little clumsily, she moved her hips back and lowered herself towards Ranma... Accidentally forgetting to help guide him in, so her hips simply pushed his manhood to one side.

However, the feeling of being near that area was quite ecstatic for Ranma. He grit his teeth and hissed in pleasure. Britanny was HOT down there as well as wet. "She must be turned on like nothing else!" Ranma thought as Britanny then pulled back up, thanking many a PokeBattles for having the strength to be able to lift herself with the larger Lupina on her back, who all the while was stroking her breasts fiercely. It was all oh so good for Britanny, the Cheetit could barely keep focused.

Finally, Britanny now reached down and took Ranma's manhood firmly in her hand and maneuvered it into place. She then let Jetta's weight push her down on it. She felt Ranma's manhood rush in and go deep inside her. Britanny archer her back and moaned in pleasure. Sheila and Bri weren't kidding! Ranma was SO much bigger than their last Tamer!

Ranma noticed Britanny was being still atop him. He brought a hand up to massage Britanny's belly. "Brit? Are you all right?"

Britanny just nodded her head. She was feeling overwhelmed with ecstasy quickly. Between her master's tool and the Alpha continually stroking her breasts, the Cheetit was having trouble keeping up with her own desires.

However, Britanny was brought out of it as Jetta bit onto her shoulder a little. The Cheetit moaned, feeling Jetta's teeth bite down gently and Ranma's arms wrapping around her body, stroking her all over, as well as his manhood being inside her. Britanny pushed herself down further, while grinding her hips, trying to absorb Ranma's dick for all it was worth.

Gritting his teeth, Ranma pushed up to meet her, then pulled back... Or perhaps was forced back down into the bed by the sheer weight of two female sex-pets on top of him. Still, they managed to moved together like a balanced piston-engine; in perfect timing, to a beat as old as time itself. Britanny was bouncing atop her master again and again, just enjoying the all-encompassing pleasure.

Finally, Britanny felt herself ignite with pleasure. She moaned loudly, its sound echoing throughout the room. Her orgasm rushed through her body like a freight train. Her screaming intensified as she felt Ranma come inside her, his hot seed splashing deep into her womb. The filling sensation was so great and the overwhelming feelings of pleasure caused Britanny to become dizzy from the sudden exertion of energy. She lost her balance, slightly and fell forward into Ranma's waiting arms, a caring look crossing his smiling face…

Jetta let go of the Cheetit's tits to let her relax. She had NEVER known Britanny to come so hard. It could have been her own involvement, but she knew that a lot of the pleasure came from her loins, which Ranma pounded like a jackhammer.

Purring audibly, Britanny buried her face into her master's chest. "Oh, Master... So good to me... I love you, master... Love you so much..."

Smiling a little, Ranma kissed Britanny's forehead as he stroked her hair with his right hand. "It's all right, Britanny... You can relax now..."

The two lie there smiling at each other for a long moment, as with a few of his earlier Tamings, Ranma could feel how Britanny felt through the bond that had been formed since he took place as their Tamer. He rolled Britanny over so she could relax on the bed as he gave Britanny one last kiss.

Jetta licked her lips hungrily. She was on all fours as she licked her master's still-hard dick. She savored the flavor of her master mixed with the Cheetit as she lapped at it like a favorite bone. She murred as she felt BOTH her master's hands on her head, scratching behind her ears.

"Oh, Jetta..." Ranma moaned as he felt Jetta clean him down there. He could see her tail wagging back and forth happily.

Finally satisfied with her cleaning, Jetta then reached over to the foot of the bed and grabbed the condom packet she had placed there. Opening it up, Jetta placed it on Ranma's manhood and slid it down.

Ranma raised an eyebrow. He'd never used a condom before and it felt like a rather 'odd' experience. Not a bad one, but it felt odd, having his dick covered in a thin plastic rubber sheathe.

Satisfied with the condom's placement, Jetta turned over onto her belly. Getting onto her hands and knees, Jetta her butt up into the air. She looked back at her master with a hopeful expression.

Smiling, Ranma knew what she wanted. Sitting up, Ranma settled himself behind his Lupina. He leaned over putting his face up to her ass and began to peel the cheek apart. His tongue darted between her petals as he explored her wolven pussy. As his tongue traced about it more, he could taste her as her sex began to practically ooze with her love juice.

Jetta moaned as Ranma licked about her underside thoroughly, his hands kneading her ass tightly. Jetta yelped out as she felt Ranma's hands travel up and pinch her sensitive spot just above her tail, while his tongue went all over her as. She looked back at her master with a curious expression. "M-Master?"

Ranma smiled as he looked at Jetta over her ass. "Well, you said this was a big turn on for you. And I feel now is a good time to use it."

Smiling playfully, Jetta muttered, "Now you're catching on." She then panted happily as Ranma get kneading that spot on her back; her tail wagging happily from the contact.

Jetta moaned happily as her master just felt her up in all the right ways. Her body stiffened as she felt Ranma begin to nudge at her rosebud with his manhood. "M-Master?"

"Can I try it, Jetta?" Ranma asked as he looked at Jetta. "I'm curious and I wan to try out all sorts of stuff and..." Ranma blushed. He never was good at talking about sex.

Chuckling lightly, Jetta smiled. "Ranma, you have to remember, a Tamer does not ask his Pokegirl's opinion, and it is his right to do with her as he pleases" But her smile widened. "But I appreciate you asking. So, yes."

Jetta watched as Ranma took off the condom. Pressing the tip of his manhood against her rosebud, Ranma pushed forward pushing his dick into the Lupina's bottom and wedged himself between her cheeks. Jetta arched her back and howled in pleasure. Sextome had done this with her before and it was rather painful. But Ranma was being gentle with her, and she could now begin to understand why some Pokegirls preferred anal sex.

Finally, feeling Jetta ready, Ranma pulled almost all the way out and then plunged into her ass driving it all the way to hilt. Jetta gave out a cry of pleasure. With every inch Ranma's 'little stallion' entered. Ranma just continued to pump back and forth wildly, in and out of her ass. Ranma personally, really hadn't thought of anal sex, but he found the condom rather uncomfortable. And hopefully Jetta wouldn't mind if he came into her ass.

Trying to thrust herself back at Ranma, t was hard for Jetta to maintain focus on Ranma's pounding in her ass. An orgasm began to well up in her pussy, while she felt her ass burn, from her master pumping, causing her sex responded by throbbing and later ooze more of its love juice out. The Lupina howled as she orgasmed, causing her muscles to tense again.

Still, Ranma kept pumping back and forth in her and it wasn't long before Jetta felt another climax build up within her. "Oh God, HE'S GREAT!" Jetta thought as she tried to hold back. She wanted to cum at the same time her Tamer did.

Ranma was running on 'automatic' now. His instincts were in control and he knew he wanted release. Without really thinking, Ranma's hands went back to the small of Jetta's back, causing the wolf woman to want it more than anything else. Feeling her body tense up again, Ranma pulled back, his manhood exiting his Lupina's rosebud, and without missing a beat, he thrust back into her sex. He moaned as the heat from Jetta's pussy was intense.

Jetta's eyes widened as she felt her Master's condomless dick go into her being. But still, it was just so good, and right now all she wanted more than anything was to feel her master inside her and give her everything he had. With a loud howl, Jetta's body tensed up and the Lupina came harder than before.

Moaning from the intense pressure of Jetta's orgasm, Ranma could feel as her insides tightened around him, practically coaxing him for his seed. Ranma couldn't hold back and just came into Jetta, unleashing his load into the fertile werewolf's womb.

Finally, Jetta collapsed forward, breathing heavily. She felt her master on her back, hugging her from behind as he kissed her neck.

by Proteus

Slowly Jetta scooted the half asleep boy over to where Brittany was so she could also enjoy being with her Master before they all went to sleep. Besides, two pokégirls would keep Ranma more comfortable than one alone, and right now the blankets were soaked with wolf woman and cheetit cum. Jetta had no idea that Brittany had that much in her.

Smiling as the two bigger pokégirls sandwiched their master between them and wrapped their arms around each other to keep him nice and warm, Jetta happily thought of how her life just seemed to change in an instant thanks to this boy.

Through the years of her life Jetta had seen many things, fought in almost countless battles, and had over three masters and even more bed partners, this was quite possibly the first time in her life she had felt happiness. Although it was programmed into Jetta to obey her masters and want their dicks inside her almost more than anything, she had never truly been happy until this moment; even when she was being tamed there had been sadness in her life, until now that is. All because of the short boy nestled between her and the cheetit.

Ranma was everything she could of ever hoped for. He was more than just kind and nice to his girls, he actually listened to Jetta, wanted her advice, and then followed it. Never before meeting this boy had she ever hoped to be considered an equal in the eyes of her Master.

Not that she considered herself Ranma's equal, far from it. No matter how you sugarcoated it she was the slave, and he was the master. If the master said jump, the pokégirl asked how high, it was just part of her genetics. In fact the only thing a master couldn't ask his girl to do was something that obviously end up with her dying in the end. Although, in the future if something were to attack Ranma, then Jetta would gladly lay down her life in exchange for his. He really was that important to her.

For a moment her mind drifted to the time they first met. Jetta had been so suspicious of him, thinking that this was just some cruel joke or game Sextome was playing to give them an ounce of hope and then take it away. He liked to do things like that, almost as much as he liked driving them to the point of cumming and then deciding he'd had enough.

Ranma hadn't really changed much. He was still the sweet little naive boy that she had cuddled with that first night. Hell, during the way over after they had decided on a threesome Ranma almost fainted from blood loss he was so squeamish.

But in the end he always came through, and performed pretty well at that for a third timer. Just thinking of Ranma's swollen manhood inside her made Jetta smile in pleasure. Being a human he of course tasted absolutely divine to Jetta and all other pokégirls, but when he put his dick into her yearning wolf pussy, it just felt SO GOOD, like something missing inside of her had finally been filled.

For once Jetta actually did think she could wait till another taming session was scheduled, just remembering when Ranma put his dick into...

The Lupina's mind suddenly grinded to a halt as the mental image from her memory of that moment completed itself. When Ranma had fucked Jetta, he hadn't been wearing any protection. 'He...he must of meant to switch after that anal sex and just forgot or something' Jetta told herself with a sudden feeling of dread rising in her stomach.

Looking down at the boy Jetta wondered if she should wake him and tell Ranma or wait and try to solve this with the rest of the harem; if her Master was this bad about just sex, how would he react to her having kids?

Of course there WAS a small chance that she wasn't pregnant, but that was a very, VERY small chance. Pokégirls had been made for two things: sex, and having children (the fighting part came only after it was found the girls could lift well over two tons easily and as an outlet for all the extra pent-up energy that no Master could ever hope to satisfy without being put in traction). Since that was their only reason for being no one had ever bothered to try and create some kind of birth control; no one would want to have sex with an old pokéwoman when newer girls were always available after all.

Jetta didn't know what the exact odds were, but trying to breed with a pokéwoman like herself always ended up with the creature becoming pregnant in her experience with little effort; and Ranma had put PLENTY of effort into this taming session.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

Sighing Jetta decided to get some help. She didn't want to have to awaken her master from his slumber, and she certainly didn't want to stress him out. The kid practically fainted every time someone would even talk about sex, how the hell was she supposed to tell him, 'sorry master, but I've got a bun in the oven'?

Unwrapping her arms slowly from around her master, Jetta regretfully let go. What had happened was something she'd have to deal with and NOW! "But I don't want to make master upset," Jetta thought. And she knew she could get help here at the PokeCenter.

After all, Jetta herself was unsure about how to deal with pregnancies, but she had a feeling almost a gut-instinct telling her that the staff at the PokeCenter might have an idea on how to handle this. "They seem to know how to handle just about anything when it comes to dealing with pokégirl health," Jetta thought to herself.

Climbing off of the bed, Jetta stood by it for a moment, just looking over her master. He looked so cute, just sleeping there, (even if he WAS snuggles up into the Cheetit's tits.) It saddened Jetta to know it wouldn't be right to bear him children, "At least not at this time," Jetta thought. "We need to get him used to this world first, before we could even get him to consider falling into a pattern of life a Tamer would normally follow."

Going into the adjacent bathroom to the Taming Room, Jetta looked around. She saw a terrycloth bathrobe hanging on the wall next to the shower and grabbed it. She placed it on over herself and sighed in relief as it had a tail hole. The ones without tail holes were really, REALLY uncomfortable.

Now that she had some covering, Jetta left the bathroom; intent on leaving the Taming Room for a bit to find a NurseJoy.

(-)

Nurse Ling Ling, a NurseJoy intern from the Blue Continent yawned as she was typing data into the computer. It had gotten late now and most everyone was in bed... "Except me, since the others here pulled rank and left me to clear everything up," the NuresJoy thought in an annoyed manner.

Sighing, Ling Ling continued typing. She hated the Graveyard Shift. No one really came in during this time for help, as most Tamers would be in bed either sleeping or Taming. If she could at least do something to help someone, it would make this a little more worthwhile for the NurseJoy.

She'd get that wish granted.

"Excuse me," Ling Ling heard a female voice call out. "Can I get some help?"

Stopping in her typing, Ling Ling stood up from her chair and walked to the front desk. She saw an older Lupina standing there in one of the PokeCenter's bathrobes. "Yes, I can help you," Ling Ling answered kindly. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Well..." Jetta tried before stopping. She wasn't sure how to ask this question without sounding suspicious.

Raising an eyebrow at the Lupina's silence, Ling Ling asked, "Is something wrong?"

Jetta mentally groaned. The NurseJoy was getting impatient. Still, how could she find out the information she wanted when this sort of stuff was really left up to the Tamer?

Then it hit Jetta. This should be information for a Tamer. "Well, NurseJoy, my name is Jetta, I'm the Alpha for Tamer Ranma Sextome."

"Ah! I see," Ling Ling said as she felt an involuntary shiver. Sextome was considered of the best of the best. Meaning he was more than likely to be a little hard on his pokégirls. "What can I so for you?"

"Well, my master is trying to get me pregnant," Jetta explained. "Or more precisely, his mother wants him to make me pregnant. What tips would you suggest would work for pregnancy, and what should we be careful about?"

"Ah, that's easy!" Ling Ling said. "If he wants to get you pregnant than I suggest Taming, and lots of it! You're a pokéwomon. He's a, presumably, fertile Tamer. It'll happen sooner or later."

"Okay," Jetta said as she rolled her eyes. As if she had to be told THAT! "Well, what could possibly disrupt a pregnancy after a Taming?"

"Well, there are things to watch out for," Ling Ling said. "There are 'morning after' pills, for Tanmers not yet ready to become daddies with their pokéwomen."

Jetta let out a mental sigh of relief. So there WAS a pill for this.

"Of course, most Tamers prefer to use the cheaper method," the NurseJoy added, "Which is putting their pokéwomon back into her PokeBall. PokeBalls are naturally designed pregnancy. Of course, they are not effective after the zygote has had time to develop so it would be best to get the pokéwomon back into her PokeBall right away!"

Jetta nodded her head. "I see... Well, thank you for this information. I'll be going back to my master's room now."

"All right then," Ling Ling said as she waved. "Good night. Tame tight. Don't let thee Widows bite."

"I won't," Jetta said as she scampered off back to the room. She now knew what to do...

by Proteus

After thinking on it for a moment, Jetta decided to ask Ranma. After all, he was her master/owner, such decisions on what to do with her (maybe) pregnancy should be left up to him.

Sighing, Jetta tried to repress the reasons of just why she was acting like this. A year before she had been traded off to the Sextome family her former owner had knocked her up and gotten the Lupina pregnant. Then a few months later when the baby had been born it was a beautiful, healthy, and very human boy. Jetta barely had time to think of what she would have called the child before she was put back in her ball.

The next time she came out was when some redheaded Japanese human woman was looking her over to be bought as a way to get grandchildren faster. After meeting the bastard it was obvious why the very few females of the human population wouldn't want to be around him like his mother and father did. Although, how someone like Ranma's father ever got a woman of his same species to marry him was beyond Jetta.

Now she was going to have another baby again, and at the core Jetta's worries were basically the same. Would Ranma not let her keep the baby? Would she ever even HAVE a child again?

Jetta really didn't want to know.

Softly opening the door as not to wake the cheetit the Master was currently...using as a pillow. "Well, at least he sleeps like a tamer," Jetta mumbled to herself while she looked at the boy on top of Brittany with his head buried in her breasts.

After walking over to her master Jetta took off the towel and sat down on the bed then looked at the boy for a moment. Hell, she already knew the answer to her question if she asked Ranma. He would say yes, both to letting Jetta have the baby and letting her keep it.

But how would that make other people see Ranma as a tamer? That was what she needed to think about. Not the welfare of herself and the child inside of her, but Ranma's.

Ranma would become a laughingstock. Equal rights for pokégirls and women was the talk of madmen in most places, and might send Ranma to jail in others. Not to mention the fact that the kid would be taken away from both of them.

But still, it was Ranma's decision, not Jetta's.

"Master," Jetta said before reaching down and shaking the boy's shoulder a bit. "Master wake up, there's something I need to tell you."

"No sex. Too tired," Ranma muffled mumbles replied from Brittany's chest.

The large Lupina chuckled a little before deciding to take more drastic measures and grabbed the boy to sit him up and awaken him. Only to have Ranma curl up in her lap and mumble something even Jetta's hearing couldn't make out before he drifted back to full unconsciousness.

"Figures," Jetta mumbled while the sleeping form of the naked boy smiled in her lap. She had known Ranma could sleep almost anywhere in almost any position, but this was getting a little insane.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

"Figures," Jetta mumbled while the sleeping form of the naked boy smiled in her lap. She had known Ranma could sleep almost anywhere in almost any position, but this was getting a little insane.

Moving Ranma's body to lay it back down upon the Cheetit, Jetta sighed. She knew she should let her master sleep, but this matter was just too important to wait on. Her master had to know and he had to know NOW!

Walking back towards the bathroom, Jetta knew what she needed to do. There was only one sure-fire way to wake a Tamer up, to get their attention and to calm down THEIR urges for a Taming session with their pokégirls.

"Cold water."

Entering the bathroom, Jetta looked around for something that would hold a decent amount of water. She frowned, as she didn't see a pail anywhere in the room.

Blinking, Jetta noticed that there was an enema kit in the room. Shrugging her shoulders, Jetta mumbled, "It'll do..."

Walking over to the sink and making sure the tap was pouring cold water, the Lupina filled the bag. Once it was filled, Jetta then walked back into the Taming room to size things up. Yep. Her master was still asleep, snuggling into the sleeping, purring Cheetit's breasts. "Normally, I'd feel bad doing this, but..." Jetta smirked a little, "Maybe this'll teach him to pull out next time. And besides, it's always fun getting one in over on Tits."

Tightening her grasp on the rubber bag tightly, Jetta sprayed the cold water all over the sleeping Tamer and Cheetit. She was sure this would wake up her... Tamer?

"ACK! COLDCOLDCOLD!" A not petite redhead with a set of breasts shrieked a she stat atop the Cheetit. "WHAT YOU DO THAT FOR!?"

"Ptooie!" Britanny spit out the water and grumbled. "DAMN IT! Just WHO the hell did THAT!?" the now irate titty kitty growled, only to trail off at the sight of a redheaded girl sitting atop of her. "Who the..."

Blinking her eyes, once, twice, thrice, Jetta knew what she had seen. As soon as her Tamer had been splashed, he had changed from nice, firm, toned muscles into a shorter, softer more curvaceous feminine figure. "R-Ranma?" Jetta asked in confusion.

Her eyes widening, Britanny asked, "What? This is Ranma!?"

"Yeah, of course it's me!" Ranma said. "What about it?"

"You're joking, right?" Britanny said as she poked Ranma in the chest. "What are you? An Amazonchan? An Amazonlee? A Honeypot? A Firemaiden? Maybe one of those Sarcastic Goths?"

"Brit..." Jetta began slowly. "I think that is Ranma..."

Britanny looked at Jetta questioningly. "Come on! Does THIS look like Master to you?"

"Excuse me," Ranma piped in, "Just what are you two talking about?"

"You're a girl!" both Lupina and Cheetit said in sync.

Blinking her eyes, Ranma then realized the truth about this. "Aw crap! I never did tell you about my curse, did I?"

"Curse?" Jetta asked questioningly.

"Wait a minute," Britanny began in slight panic. "You really are Master? What happened to your... Your... Your cock!?"

Sighing, Ranma lowered her head. "Like I said. It's a curse."

"Is it a Blood Curse?" Jetta asked. She knew that Ranma came from a world without pokégirls, but who knew? They might have had Blood Gifts and Curses that came from predetermined genetic coding.

"Nah," Ranma said. "Just some crummy curse I picked up while I was in China."

Blinking her eyes, Britanny repeated, "China? Never heard of that."

"I think its part of the modern-day Edo League now," Jetta said. "But geography was never my strong-point, so you might want to ask Gina."

"Okay," Britanny said. She looked over her Tamer and frowned a bit. "Anyway, what's with the gender-bending, Master?"

"I'll explain," Ranma said as she wrapped her arms over her chest. "But could someone please get me some hot water?"

One explanation and demonstration later...

"So, do you got it now?" Ranma asked, having been returned to his male form.

"Understood," Jetta said, still wide-eyed. She had never thought of a GUY being changed into a girl. She looked over to her Harem-sister and asked, "What do you think, Britanny?"

However, the Cheetit seemed very unsettled. She was hugging her legs to her chest as she sat on the bed. "Hey, what's wrong, Tits," Jetta said, using Britanny's hated nickname to get her attention. The Lupina became worried when Britanny didn't even react. "Tits?"

"Britanny?" Ranma asked as he moved closer to his Cheetit. "Brit, what's wrong?"

The answer Ranma got was Britanny wrapping her arms tightly around him. Ranma could feel her trembling. "Master..." The Cheetit whimpered.

"What is it, Brit?" Ranma asked as he went to hug her back. She was shaking like a leaf, and Ranma held her tighter. Ranma never could stand to see girls upset, and he felt especially protective of his pokégirls. "Britanny, what's wrong?"

"Master," Britanny whimpered. "Please. You gotta stay away from PokéBalls when you're a girl. Please! I don't... Don't..."

"Don't what?" Ranma asked, still holding Britanny.

"I don't want you to end up like me," Britanny finished, hugging Ranma tightly as tears started to pour down the sides of her face. Ranma had been the best thing to happen to her since she was changed, and she didn't want to lose him because he could turn into a girl.

Now Ranma was confused, but he hugged the weeping Cheetit anyway. It would take an idiot to not know she was upset. "What do you mean I'd end up like you?"

"The PokéBall... Ch-changed... Illegal... Done anyway... Human..." Was all the Cheetit got out before she just broke down into unintelligible sobbing.

Sighing, Jetta supposed she should explain to her Master what Britanny meant. She wanted to let the three girls tell Ranma when they were ready, but Britanny just spilled the beans and couldn't continue. And Jetta couldn't leave Ranma hanging like that, especially when he said, "Jetta."

"Y-yes, Ranma?" Jetta asked, as she looked at her Tamer.

"What is Brit trying to tell me?" Ranma asked, as he just hugged Britanny, stroking a hand through her long, silky-soft hair.

Sighing, Jetta knew there was no getting through this now. "Well, Ranma... It's a very personal matter for the Diggers sisters. You see, they weren't always pokégirls."

"Does this have to do with that Threshold thing you mentioned the other day?" Ranma asked, still holding Britanny.

"Kind of..." Jetta began reluctantly. "You see, Gina and Britanny had made it past the age when Threshold would commonly occur, and so the fear of becoming a pokégirl would normally be over and done with."

"What happened?" Ranma asked.

"Their Threshold was forced," Jetta said, not beating around the bush. "They were human girls caught by illegally modified PokéBalls, ones designed to force a girl's recessive pokégirls genetics to the surface, turning her into a pokégirl."

Ranma's blood ran cold as the truth hit him like a sack of bricks. "Sextome changed them, didn't he?" Seeing Jetta nod her head, Ranma growled under his breath. "That bastard."

Looking back up at Jetta, Ranma asked, "And people look up to someone who does that to an innocent person? Who forces someone to become a sex slave!?" Feeling Britanny shiver more from his shouting, Ranma calmed himself and held Britanny tightly, trying to whisper words of comfort to her.

For once, Jetta could shake her head. "No. Forcing a girl's threshold is illegal," she then sighed. "But that's only if you're caught DURING the act. Most of the time, if the police find out the truth AFTER the act has be done, and the Tamer is of high ranking, or of strong influence the police will tend to turn a blind eye to it."

Ranma frowned at hearing that. "Let me guess... Because Sextome's so popular, if any police have found out, they've ignored it, right?" Seeing Jetta nod her head, Ranma frowned more. "What about the girls' parents?"

"I don't know about the Diggers," Jetta said, "But lord knows they're probably worried about their girls."

"I see..." Ranma said at length. He looked down at Britanny and just held her tightly, muttering apologies to the Cheetit. True, he wasn't the one to have done this to her, but at the same time it was. His analogue had done this to her, and he could never forgive himself for that.

Seeing Ranma hold Britanny, Jetta sighed. Seems like she wasn't going to be able to tell him tonight.

by Proteus

"Oh Brittany I'm so sorry," Ranma told her as he held the large girl close to him as best he could with their size difference.

"It w-wasn't your fault Master," the cheetit mumbled between sobs as she dried her tears. Although she may have 'adjusted' to her new role in life better than Gina thanks to the enhancements her pokégirl form gave, being reminded that she once so much more than just a little punks sex toy was enough to destroy her resolve completely. But now with Sextome gone and no one to mock her about it, Brittany could finally let it all out.

"Ranma," Jetta said uncertainly to get the boys attention. "I think she should get back to sleep. We're all still pretty tired, and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." For a few moments Jetta wondered if she should ask Ranma to put her back into her ball, then decided not to. It was Ranma's baby and he would decided what to do with it. But to do that he needed a clear head, and this stuff about Brittany and Gina was already wearing him down.

"I guess you're right," Ranma replied before letting out a yawn. Although, someone seems to have ruined the bed with that cold water she dumped on me awhile ago."

Jetta laughed a little nervously and sweat dropped at that.

"Oh don't worry Master," Brittany assured him. "Jetta and I are plenty warm and soft enough to sleep in-between. If you don't mind, I really don't want to go back into my ball tonight."

"Uh, sure," Ranma agreed before Brittany got off his lap and then hugged him close to her fur. Luckily by the time it took Ranma to get some water of varying degrees she had been able to dry her own hair so she wasn't soaking wet.

Laying down on the ground with her Master on top of her Brittany motioned the Alpha over to join them before she covered Ranma's back with her furry body and they rolled over on their side as they had done with heir forever master when it was time to sleep. A few seconds later when Brittany thought Master had drifted off to sleep, he spoke up to her from in-between the two girls.

"Hey Brittany," Ranma asked. "What was it like...changing like you did?"

Brittany blinked a few times and looked down at the younger boy/sometimes girl. For a moment she thought of just asking Master not to ask that, but she realized telling it to him didn't seem to matter. Plus being half girl himself he might be a little afraid of it happening to him; not that Brittany was sure it could, unless people from his world had pokégirl genes too.

"Well," Brittany began, uncertain of just where to start. "It all depends on who owns you I guess Master. At first I was sort of excited about the change in a way. You see back in school I was a nobody, a five foot nothing girl who was flat as a board and couldn't even lift one hundred pounds. Now I'm seven feet tall, I'm faster than any human and only second to Jetta in raw muscle among the girls, and I've got a rack I would have killed for back then. But after the high of all those things wore off I just sort of realized even with all that, all I had become is a super powered sex pet."

"Oh," Ranma said. "Brittany, do you...hate me?"

"No of course not Master, why would I?" Brittany asked. In truth she loved Ranma, he treated her like an equal and gave her everything she ever wanted in doing so. Well, she could use a bit more sex and not just once or twice a week when she was going feral.

"Because I, well, you know," Ranma told her. "Made you do it with me."

"Oh for crying out loud Ranma," Jetta said. "You didn't make her do anything, it was that other guy's fault for turning her into what she is. So before you go off on some stupid idea that she's only doing this with you because she has to, let me say that judging by all that moaning and purring she did the titty kitty over there NEVER enjoyed it as much as she did last night, and you have to like someone as a person to do that. She likes you just like the rest of us do, and you like her as more than a quick and easy fuck. Now please go to sleep!"

"Uh, yes ma'am," Ranma and Brittany replied as one.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

It was early afternoon now, the normal time when most Tamers were up and about, (it was in the job description). However, unlike most Tamers who got to eat their breakfast in the PokéCenter's Mess Hall, Ranma was allowed to have room service. So, with the entire Harem out of their PokéBalls, Ranma and the girls were eating a breakfast comprised of all sorts of traditional Western breakfast foods. Eggs, sausage, toast, orange juice.

No one of the PokéCenter staff questioned Ranma wanting to have a private meal in his Taming Room. After all, he was a high-ranking Tamer, (His PokéDex/Tamer's license stated 'him' at being level 69) and the higher a Pokégirl Tamer's rank was, the more privileges and leeway they were allowed by the League.

Still, this worked in Ranma's favor. Not many Tamers would allow all their pokégirls out at once. And FEWER would be spending their money to have all their pokégirls eat at one time. So of course, all of Ranma's pokégirls were as happy as could be.

"Hey, Gina, pass the syrup," Britanny said. "These pancakes are kinda dry."

"May I suggest eating them with strawberries?" Sheila added. "They taste ever so sweet with them."

"Have any of you tried this SAUSAGE?" Gina asked. "Who knew the PokéCenters had such great chefs!?"

"I did..." Genn mumbled to herself as scooped some more scrambled eggs onto her plate. Although how she'd know, she kept to herself, and her Harem sisters respected her privacy.

Shaking her head, Jetta sighed. Normally, she'd be snapping at her Harem-sisters for trying to eat far greater a share than their master, but she knew that they, (including herself) couldn't remember the last time they had a decent meal, period. She'd forgive them this once. "And got some more sausage while I'm at it," Jetta thought as she piled more of the meat products onto her plate. After all, she had to keep her strength up. She was quite possibly 'eating for two' at the moment.

Ranma just looked around in amazement. He never knew someone could have an appetite like his, (beside his old man). And to see the girls eating like a pack of starved animals was an eye-opener. "I wonder how long these girls have gone without a decent meal," Ranma asked himself. He knew they'd eaten the 'PokéChow', but they never went at it with the gusto as they displayed now.

Shrugging, Ranma thought, "Ah well. Let 'em eat. I know what it's like to miss a meal. No fun at all." And so, Ranma himself continued to dig into his meal. "Besides, as long as their mouths are full of food, they can't make comments bout sex," Ranma thought happily as he continued to dig into his meal.

Boy, was Ranma going to find out how wrong he was...

"Hey! Bri!" Britanny snapped at her younger 'sister'. "Stop hogging all of the maple syrup, would you?"

"But I like to dunk my sausage in syrup!" Brianna said defiantly. She then smiled wistfully and said, "I'd especially like to dunk Master's 'sausage' into some syrup at some point. Yum, yum!"

"Amen, sistah!" Gina agreed. "Perhaps I'll try that today. It is my turn for a taming after all."

"Cool!" Sheila said. "Tell us how it goes. I might want to try it sometime."

Groaning, Ranma tried to hide himself and his growing blush from view. He was NEVER going to get used to his girls openly talk about sex like this.

Noticing her master begin to brighten like a Christmas tree, Jetta sighed. She really needed to work on breaking his habit about being embarrassed about sex. "If he keeps reacting like this to sexual talk, how the hell is he going to react when I tell him I'm possibly pregnant!?"

Sighing to herself, Jetta knew she'd probably just tell him. It seemed that there was no other way she'd be able to tell him without him blushing or fainting or doing something else rather cute that she found simply irresistible. "Best to just tell him outright here and now," Jetta thought.

However, before Jetta got the chance to tell Ranma, Ranma surprised her once again. The pigtailed boy stood up, catching the attention of all of his pokégirls as he did that. "Is something wrong, Master?" Jetta asked seriously.

"Yeah, I am Jetta. listen, girls," Ranma started, indicating that he was now talking to all of his Harem. "Last night, I found out what happened with the Diggers girls from Britanny."

"Brit!" Gina cried out in shock. "How could you tell him without consulting us?"

Britanny winced. "Sorry..." The Cheetit apologized. "But, Gina... If you knew the situation last night, you'd understand."

Ranma nodded his head, thankful Britanny didn't go into specifics. "Anyway, after hearing what happened, I've come to a decision. I'm taking you back home."

All the girls froze in place. The Diggers girls slowly looked at Ranma wide-eyed. "Excuse me?" Gina asked, wide-eyed. "You're taking us back home?"

"Yeah," Ranma said. "I know you were forced into this, and I want to take you back home to see your parents. At least to let them know you're all right."

"Master," Britanny started, her voice a little choked up. "Do you mean that? You're gonna take us home?"

"Of course," Ranma said. "I want you to get to see your parents again, let them know you're okay."

"OH, THANK YOU MASTER!" *GLOMP*!

Jetta sighed as she looked at Ranma on the ground, after he'd been tackled by his Cheetit. "She's always been one to overact," Jetta thought seriously. She looked over to Gina to see her reaction... And saw that Gina was up and heading out the door. "What's with her?" Jetta thought seriously.

by Proteus

"Oh thank you Master, thank you thank you thank you," Brittany cried out as she thanked Ranma in her own special way. In other words she had him pinned to the ground while his face was snuggled right between her tits while she purred continually. Screw all this schedule stuff, if Ranma wanted sex then the cheetit was gladly willing to do it twenty-four seven if he took her home.

"Brittany," Jetta said with her arms crossed as the spotted love slave smothered their master in only a bathrobe.

Brittany just couldn't wait to get home again!

"Brittany!" Jetta repeated.

She would be so glad to finally see her father after all these years. He was an old pokégirl researcher although in recent years the old man had just toned it down to theories and speaking at universities. Brittany just couldn't wait to show him just how much she had 'filled out'. Although the spots, fur, libido, and whole pokégirl thing were something that she wasn't quite sure how to explain, but that bridge could be crossed when they came to it.

"BRITTANY," Jetta yelled when she saw the cheetit obviously wasn't responding to normal tones.

As for Julia, Brittany's mother, well Brittany didn't really know if she'd be seeing her dear mom. Julia was somewhat of a pokégirl tamer herself, with a heavy emphasis on the somewhat. Julia did really own any girls, but she did give lessons on how to fight to other pokégirls. Actually, from what Brittany heard her mom was the best teacher around, and had to travel all over the world for private contracts that took up all most all of her time; she was only around the house about four days out of every year. Oh man, what if she could show me some moves to beat Jetta in a match? Then maybe Master will choose me for his Alpha, Brittany thought happily.

Just the thought of being able to service her tamer's every sexual desire brought a smile to Brittany's lips and caused the cat's pussy to ache with desire.

"HEY TITS!" Jetta shouted after reaching over to grab the spotted slut's tail and pull her up to eye level.

"OW OW OW," Brittany complained. "Hey! Just what the hell are you doing Jetta?"

"I could ask you the same question," Jetta said before pointing to the limp form of Ranma Brittany had been crushing to her chest. "Tell me, did you want to kill the only nice Master that I've ever had by suffocation, or are you really just that stupid?"

"You don't have to put it like that you know," Brittany mumbled before looking at Ranma's dazed face while droplets of blood ran out of his nose. She did tackle him kind of hard, well for a human anyway, Brittany hoped that she didn't break any bones or anything. However not knowing much when it came to medicine, Brittany looked back to the other girls. "Gina, I think Master may need-hey, where'd Gina go?"

"Oh she took off about the same time Master announced he was taking you both home," Genn lazily announced before finishing up the food on her plate. "She seemed pretty upset about something too."

"Upset?" Ranma asked, the news of a girl in trouble shaking him out of his daze. It wasn't that Brittany's overenthusiastic hug had hurt him, not in any serious way that is, but although he was no longer a virgin thanks to the girls Ranma still had a thing with bubbly girls with big boobs glomping onto him.

"Oh Master you're okay!" Brittany exclaimed before grabbing Ranma and bringing him back into her bosom with a hug that would have snapped a normal person in two. In Ranma's case, it was just suffocating him. "Somebody should really go and get her," Jetta said. "Pokégirls going around without their masters in a pokécenter is bound to cause trouble." She didn't want to think about all the things that could happen to Gina, but they still crept into her mind.

"Okay I'll go," Ranma said before managing to get Brittany off of him and his face into open air again. "The rest of you just stay here till I find her."

"Yes master," the all coursed in varying moods. Brittany was a little sad that Ranma wasn't letting her search for her sister, Brianna was the same, Jetta was a little nervous about having all the girls out in case another human wandered in and got them in trouble, Sheila was just a little worried about Gina, and Genn mirrored Sheila's mood, only to a greater extent since she knew just how upset and afraid Gina was at the prospect of going home.

Luckily for Ranma, it didn't take him very long to find Gina. Unluckily for his Amazonchan, that was because the girl had been caught shortly after quickly fleeing the room and put under with tranquilizers. Which was why Ranma ended up standing outside of one of the center's more secure rooms, meant for feral pokégirl research.

"Really Sextome," the center's security guard that led him down here told Ranma. "I thought you of all people would have been able to keep a handle on your girls."

"She's newly caught," Jetta quickly answered after seeing Ranma's nervousness with the whole situation. Luckily after Ranma found out what happened to Gina, he had decided to go get her and the others instead of just going to pick her up himself. "Besides, after the initial taming my master decided to see if girl on girl sex would have any effect on slowing down a pokégirl's feral clock. That, and he likes the show."

The guard just shrugged and opened the door to the cell before letting the two go in and shutting it behind them. "Just call me when you're done."

"Hold up," Jetta said before turning around to look at the slit in the door, to the guard on the other side of the wall. "There aren't any camras in here, are there?"

The guard just frowned at be addressed directly by Ranma's walking sex toy. Obliviously that crazy blonde wasn't the only girl he was having trouble with. "And if there are?"

"Wait, cameras? Why would the heck should I care if there were," Ranma suddenly cut himself short and looked away from his tall alpha then over to the door. Now, truth be told, Ranma could be a dumb as a box of rocks when it came to certain subjects. One of those subjects being intercourse with the gentler sex. "Wait, you mean… HEY!"

"Okay, okay," the guard mumbled before turning around and waddling down the hallway.

"Well, glad to see you're catching on," Jetta said as she ruffled her Master's hair while he blushed with that cure look of embarrassment on his bright red face. "But don't worry about cameras, I would have heard something moving in the walls by now if they were hidden, and there's no mirrors in this rooms you can forget about stuff like that."

"Oh, uh thanks," Ranma told her while still trying to work off the embarrassment and anger he felt about someone wanting to watch him and Gina have sex. And, speaking of which he thought before turning to the blond Amazonchan sitting on the bed with a downcast expression on her face.

"Uh, Gina?" Ranma said after walking over to the older girl with Jetta not too far behind him. "What's wrong?"

When the girl didn't give any response, Ranma looked back to Jetta, and upon seeing the wolf-woman just shrugged as if to show she had no idea what to do before turning his head back to Gina. "Uh, was it something I said? I know I kind of put my foot in my mouth sometimes, so… uh…" Of course just because Ranma got sex, didn't mean he understood his partners.

"Do you know what happens when a father or parents loose their daughters to the pokégirl transformation?" Gina suddenly asked while Ranma was still trying to work out the words for an apology. But before he could look over to Jetta for clarification, Gina continued speaking. "One of two things happens. One, the father keeps the child around for awhile and his pheromones wild subdue the shift until their teenage years and she goes to a doctor to have children parthenogenetically to help slow down the cravings before being let loose in the wild, or is sent to a ranch so she can have a tamer found for her. Either way, as soon as they turn, a memorial for the former human child is held, and they are considered dead by his or her parents.

"Get it now?" Gina continued. "Even if we went home, it would only make things worse. Right now my mom and dad think Brittany and me are either missing, or dead. But if we go back there, then we'll be worse than dead to them."

"But, you don't know that for certain, right? That couldn't be the case for all the families, right?" Ranma asked hopefully. "Is this what happened to you Jetta?"

"I was caught in the wild and domesticated," Jetta told him. "And, I really don't want to talk about that." Being forced to learn how to talk by those assholes that bought her for breeding stock wasn't one of her more pleasant memories. "But, that is the case I've seen from all the other pokégirls I've met since then."

"Did you have to add the last part?" Ranma grumbled.

"Sorry," Jetta apologized.

"Well," Ranma said before pausing to try and think of something to get Gina out of her depressive state. "Wait if… what id we could turn you back somehow? Then you could go see your parents, right?"

"Oh yeah?" Gina replied. "How? No offense Master, but before I changed I had half a dozen PhDs in almost every field you could think of, and I don't even know where to begin on something like this. You're sweet and all Master, but I've seen titmice with more sense. No offense."

When Ranma looked at Jetta as if to ask what a titmouse was, the Lupina coughed a bit then looked away from her Master's eyes. "It's a mouse pokégirl. It's usually pretty short, and always has at least D cup chest, but even domesticated ones are usually too stupid to speak. Even if they do learn to talk they usually end up sounding like valley girl airheads."

"Uh, none taken, I guess," Ranma replied uneasily. "But… there's gotta be some way to change you back. What about the guy who originally made pokégirls? Shouldn't he know something?"

"Dead," Jetta answered. "Been that way for a long time too. Even if there was some research he left behind well… with the world full of easy, exotic, well built, and obedient sex slaves, what kind of horny guy would ever want to try and change that?"

"Well me for one," Ranma yelled. "I mean, it's… nice being with you girls and all but… it's not. I mean, you know-"

"You'd rather have us as equals than pets and sex slaves," Gina finished for him.

"Well… yeah," Ranma told her. "I don't see what's so different about you people than me. Well, with your minds I mean." The other differences were kind of hard not to notice, what with the fur, tails, animalistic features, and larger than normal proportions on most of the girls. "But, Brittany seemed pretty happy about going home."

"Well, you are the master you know. What you say goes no matter what we want," Gina told him before standing up and looking the boy in the eyes and smiling. "But then again, thinking about our wants is all you've been doing since you got here hasn't it?" She wrapped her arms around the kid's chest and brought him close to her before letting out a sigh and tipping her head. "I guess that's what just makes you so special."

Jetta just turned around quietly and wondered if she could just try and get back in her ball or try and ignore the two while Gina pulled her master in for a kiss while, judging by the blonde's smell, she was about to get ready for a taming.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

With a need for oxygen, Ranma broke the kiss with Gina as gently as he could; he could feel her sucking on his lower lip slightly before she stopped. "G-Gina?" Ranma started slowly, looking into the blue eyes of his Amazonchan. "You okay about this?"

Gina looked at Ranma, a glint in her eyes that nearly made Ranma recoil. It wasn't that she was angry or anything like that, it was the raw emotion he saw in her eyes that threatened to overwhelm him. "Master... Please. I need this."

Blinking his eyes once, then twice, the truth slowly sunk into Ranma's skull. He remembered Jetta telling him yesterday that Gina would need a taming today, but he hadn't figured she'd need it now. "But if she does," Ranma thought seriously. "I'll help her."

Looking at Ranma, Gina was slightly afraid, of what she really couldn't understand, but her master hadn't said anything for a few moments now and she was getting worried that he was mad at her.

Looking over to Gina's face slowly, he let a smile try to appear on his face as to ease himself and her. Carefully, his hands went forward, to unbutton the cloth ties on the front of Gina's red vest, her bra-cladden breasts bouncing into view when he had it open.

Gasping as her master allowed her breasts to bounce open, Gina moaned lightly as Ranma cupped her breasts and squeezed and massaged them lightly. "M-m-m-master," she whimpered when Ranma started to pull his hands away. "Don't stop. Please?"

Looking at Gina, Ranma nodded his head slowly. He had been afraid for a moment that he was hurting her. He looked over to Jetta for some sort of cue as to what to do, but saw that she had her back turned to them. Sighing, Ranma realized that he better try to wing this. So, stepping forward slowly, Ranma closed his eyes and kissed Gina again, his hands once again finding a place on her breasts, gently feeling them over the bra.

The Amazonchan moaned into the kiss as Ranma rubbed his hands over Gina's breasts, she could feel herself heating up from her master's massaging. Oh gods did it feel better than what Sextome had ever done to her. Not only was it pleasurable, but it was soft, gentle and nice. After a long while of this, Ranma finally stopped. Breaking the kiss, Ranma opened his eyes so he could see what he was doing. Carefully his hands went to pull Gina's vest back and off of her. He let the Oriental-patterned article of clothing fall to the ground, and he stared at Gina in her bra and those tight, tight red shorts.

Gina was flushed a bit in the face, from her master's attentions on her body, to the way he stared at her, not as a piece of meat, but as a real person, it made her feel special. "Master?" She breathed huskily. "May I put on a striptease for you?"

"Striptease?" Ranma repeated. He had never heard of that before...

Scratch that. He remembered Hiroshi and Daisuke mentioning that term before, but as to what it meant, Ranma had no clue! But if Gina wanted to do it... "All right," Ranma answered. "You can, if you really want to."

Smiling, Gina raised her arms up, creating an interesting bouncing motion with her breasts. "Yay! Thank you, master. Just sit down and enjoy the show."

Jetta watched this out of the corner of her eye and shook her head.

Looking around, Ranma found there weren't any chairs, so he opted for sitting on the bed in the room. As he sat he couldn't help but notice how the mattress was a little firmer than the bed in the Tamers' quarters.

Standing in front of her master, Gina started to move her body provocatively, running her hands over her legs and up her shorts to the hem of them. Gina then ran her hands up her belly up to her bra to quickly cup and caress her own bra-cladden breasts, and up to her shoulders. Gina then hooked a shoulder strap of her bra in each hand and started to pull them down.

While Ranma raised a curious eyebrow at Gina's actions, he said nothing and let her continue.

Once the shoulder straps were free of her arms, Gina reached back behind her and undid her bra, pulling the back of it forward, and leaning forward to give Ranma as much of a view of her beautiful breasts as possible before taking off her bra completely, she then stood straight and tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled at Ranma as she stood before him topless. "You like, master?"

Staring silently at Gina's breasts for a moment, Ranma was dumbfounded. They were nowhere near as big as Britanny's... Or Jetta's... Or Brianna's for that matter... But dammit, they were still pretty damn fine; firm and smooth. And they were a real treat considering the majority of breasts he had seen were fur-covered. "Your b-breasts are very nice," Ranma finally managed to get out.

Blushing a little, Gina enjoyed the praise immensely. True, she was a pokégirl and she didn't need the praise, but it made her feel really damn good. Like all pokégirls and pokéwomen, Gina enjoyed praise from her master. Gina smiled and cupped her breasts with her hands again, this time without the bra in the way. She moved and caressed them lightly before moving her hands down to her pants. She would love to keep playing with her breasts, as they were really sensitive, but she had to finish her striptease for her master. She tossed her hair to one side and over her shoulder as she turned around and bent over, giving Ranma a GOOD look at her rear-end, even if it was covered up in her red shorts.

Ranma's eyes widened as he stared. He shifted a bit as he sat. He could feel a certain piece of his anatomy rising to the occasion... And it was feeling VERY constricted.

Placing her hands at the waistband of her shorts above her ass, Gina started to pull them down SLOWLY, as she was doing that, she wiggled her butt at Ranma, who was transfixed on her fleshy globes as they wiggled and jiggled in front of him as she pulled down her shorts. Soon Gina had removed her shorts from her body.

All Ranma could do was stare at the sight before him. He noticed that Gina was still wearing her panties, and it was taking every bit of willpower not to just grab her.

It was then that Gina stood up straight and grabbed her panties by the waistband and pulled them down slowly, soon her underwear had dropped to the floor and she was standing in front of Ranma naked, though he was looking at her naked rear-end.

Just staring at Gina's backside, Ranma swallowed. Boy, was it suddenly hot in there or was it him?

Turning her head, Gina smirked at her master. That was the reaction that she wanted. She walked back to him and sat on his lap, forcing him to look up a bit, she then wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered. "Do you like Master?"

Nodding his head slowly, Ranma wrapped his arms around Gina, his hands resting on her ass. "I do, Gina. I do," Ranma whispered into Gina's ear. He slowly nipped at the rim of her ear as his hands massaged Gina's Amazonchan ass.

Closing her eyes, Gina moaned, putting her head back against Ranma's shoulder. Her hands went from his neck to her breasts, rubbing and caressing them.

Massaging Gina's ass for a little while longer, Ranma stopped. Smiling like a cat, (though if you told him he'd deny it) Ranma's hand went to Gina's shoulders. Slowly he laid Gina back upon the bed and once she was laying on her back, he got off of it.

"Master?" Gina asked curiously.

"Give me a moment Gina," Ranma answered as his hands quickly went to unbuttoning the wooden ties on the front of his shirt. He was having trouble at the moment, cursing his rush. With the wood ties undone, Ranma let his Chinese shirt drop back, revealing his white under-shirt. Gina had to lick her lips as she saw her master get undressed.

Calming down enough to get undressed properly, Ranma quickly grabbed underneath the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, revealing the muscular frame. Granted, Ranma was still lithe compared to a bodybuilder, but the muscle gave him a definite athletic look.

The Amazonchan's breath quickened as Gina watched her master strip, oh how she wanted to feel his horse in her right now. She didn't have much control and she oh so wanted to grab her master and screw him like a horny Vixxen until the sun went down.

Kicking off his slippers, Ranma then undid the sash around his waist, which acted as a belt. He let his black kung-fu pants drop and kicked them off. He still had his yellow boxers with the blue-trim on. And Gina could easily see that he was at full-mast, even though his boxers covered it.

At the sight of Ranma in his boxers, Gina almost reached forward. It was taking everything she had not to reach out and grab it. The only reason she didn't grab it at that moment was because her master was still clothed. She doubted that she could control herself once he was naked as she was.

Seeing that Gina was breathing heavily and sweating, Ranma decided to get this over with and onto the taming quickly. Unceremoniously, Ranma stuck his thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, his manhood bobbing into view. As he stepped out of his boxers, Gina could see that her master was most definitely more well-endowed than Ranma "Three Inches" Sextome.

With that, Gina couldn't hold herself anymore and reached forward and grabbed her master's rod, stroking it lightly. "Oh master, you're so big," the Amazonchan cooed.

Gasping as Gina grabbed onto him, Ranma nodded his head. "Y-yeah. Glad you like, Gina."

Smiling, Gina bobbed her head on the length of her master's tool.

Ranma gasped as Gina began giving him head. His hand grabbed onto her head gently; stroking his fingers through his hair. "Such beautiful blonde hair," Ranma complimented, then gasped again as Gina grinded his manhood as far into the back of her throat as she could.

The blonde Amazonchan deep-throated Ranma so far that Gina's nose was brushing against his black pubic hair. She reached a hand up to rub and massage his ball-sack gently, so that she would stimulate him more as she continued to suck on him.

Groaning, Ranma tried to rock his hips back and forth as best as he could. Gina had a tight grip on him, and he didn't want to disturb what she was trying to do.

With her master in her mouth, Gina continued to suck on Ranma, hollowing her cheeks and creating a sucking noise that rose her master's and her own arousal even more, this was easily seen on the parts of both of them as Ranma started moaning more and Gina's juices started flowing almost uncontrollably.

Ranma could only moan in pleasure as Gina continued to work on him. Britanny and Jetta were great last night, but Ranma had to admit, he liked one-on-one encounters more. He could concentrate all his effort on one woman, and she on him. And she was turning him on like nothing else!

It was then that Gina's eyes widened as she felt some liquid start spurting onto the back of her throat, she knew that it was her master's cum so she started to suck faster and harder, massaging his ball-sack even more to get Ranma to unload into her mouth.

His eyes widened as Ranma felt a shiver go up his back. "G-Gina!" Ranma managed to groan out. "I'm... I'm gonna..."

With Ranma's reactions, Gina just sucked harder in response, she wanted to have her master's cum in her mouth. She wanted to know what he tasted like.

Gritting his teeth, Ranma threw his head back as his whole body trembled. For a moment, Gina felt his manhood enlarge a little more and then spasm as it unloaded into her mouth.

As Ranma blew his load into her awaiting mouth, Gina moaned as she continued to suck. She moved her hand from Ranma's ball-sack to his manhood and started to stroke him as she sucked, to get as much of his seed out of him as possible.

With his orgasm, Ranma's breathing was ragged for a moment, but started to even out as his orgasm subsided. He couldn't tell how much he had emptied into Gina. "I-incredible," Ranma managed to mumble.

With the seed in her stomach, Gina pulled her head off of her master's rod and licked her lips. She looked up at him and smiled, the look on her face asking if she did good or not.

Looking down at the Amazonchan, Ranma smiled. "That was great, Gina."

Smiling, Gina wrapped her arms around Ranma, crushing her fleshy breasts against his chest. "Thank you master."

His smile widening, Ranma hugged Gina back tightly. "Gina," Ranma whispered into her ear. "Do you still wanna," he blushed, "You know... Tame?"

Gina nodded her head against Ranma's shoulder. "Yes please." She started to whimper a bit. "M-master?"

"Yes, Gina?" Ranma asked back, wondering why she was suddenly becoming coy.

Smiling at him, Gina answered, "I'd like it if you would tame me from behind, but while you do, could you please pleasure my breasts as well? I always feel more satisfied when someone does that."

Nodding his head, Ranma broke the hug with Gina. He helped roll Gina onto her stomach and he got onto the bed with her, specifically behind her.

Raising her hips upward, Gina spread her legs, wiggling her bottom back and forth up and down, looking, for a moment, like an animal in heat. Ranma looked at the sight in awe. Gina was moist and dripping. Tenderly, he placed a hand under her to feel her blonde pubic hair, while his other hand went under her stomach to help lift her front end so Gina could support herself on her hands; giving him better access to her breasts.

Gina bucked her hips as she felt her master rub around her pussy-lips. She moaned as he parted her lips, letting the fluids flow out freely. "Master... So nice," she breathed out.

Nodding his head at Gina's comment, Ranma took his hand back. It was definitely moist and a little sticky. He smelled it a moment and tentatively gave it a lick. "Not bad," He mumbled, before reaching around to offer Gina a taste of herself.

Looking at Ranma's hand, Gina opened her mouth and suckled her own fluids, it felt nice to be treated like this, as a real lover, and not just as some sex-toy that you fuck and then leave behind. Somehow it just made it more special.

With his hand cleaned, Ranma tentatively let his hand roam to her chest as his other one joined it. He gently massaged her breasts, feeling her nipple with his index-fingers. Gina moaned as she felt her master's rough hands massage and stroke her breasts and nipples, it was sending a fire through her body that she oh so fully enjoyed.

Feeling Gina shiver in his hands, Ranma added a little more pressure as he squeezed slightly tighter. He then moved his hips forward, closing his eyes as he felt the tip of his manhood make contact with Gina's pussy-lips. "God, it's so hot," Ranma mumbled lightly.

Gina moaned passionately as she felt her master's member start to enter her from behind. "Master, please, fill me up, squeeze my breasts. Make me feel good."

At the Amazonchan's request, Ranma just nodded his head. He then thrust forward into Gina to the hilt, his hips slapping against her behind. He squeezed her breasts even more, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Rearing her head back, Gina moaned loudly as she was speared so thoroughly by her master's rod. Oh gods did that feel so good! His squeezing of her breasts was just an icing on the cake. She wiggled her bottom against Ranma's hips, enjoying the feeling of him inside her immensely.

Ranma grunted as he felt her wiggle her bottom back against him, it was an interesting sensation on his manhood. Smiling he thrust forward into her as much as he could.

Closing her eyes, Gina moaned as she felt her master spear her body, filling her up in ways that she had never even DREAMED that were possible until now. Yes, he was MUCH better than Sextome ever was, especially the way that he grabbed and stroked her breasts.

Smiling, Ranma wanted to try something. He purposely began to thrust slower, taking long, hard strokes as he pounded her from behind, making audible sloshing sounds. And all the while, he never let up on squeezing the sensual blonde's breasts.

Gina moaned louder as her master squeezed her breasts hard enough to leave temporary marks as he alternated how fast he was thrusting in and out of her, she LOVED it when he pinched her nipples, pulled and twisted them while squeezing her breasts. Too bad she couldn't tell him as she was just moaning and panting incoherently now.

Continuing his pace, Ranma wanted to pleasure the Amazonchan as much as he possibly could. In turn, it made him feel better knowing she actually wanted this, AND that he got to enjoy himself as well. To top it off, Gina wasn't overbearing for Ranma. He was on equal ground with her, instead of having a taller, more muscular partner. Yes, Ranma was enjoying screwing Gina senseless.

Groaning in pleasure, Gina couldn't help it and started bucking her hips back against Ranma's thrusting, she could feel herself warming up and starting to reach a certain peak. Gina was surprised at herself somewhat, she was reaching the crescendo for her activity and it wasn't one of her harem-sisters who was helping her either, and she had to admit that was thoroughly enjoying it. Of course, that had to do with her master, who was oh-so lovingly spearing her with long and hard strokes.

Ranma continued his ministrations and thrusting, he pressed his crest against her back, hugging her closely to him as he rode her. He kissed and nipped the back of her neck as her long hair was hanging to the side over one of her shoulders.

However, this made Gina hotter. Unknown to Ranma, he was hitting the spot that could get an Amazonchan going; making her a little cumslut wanting it more than anything else.

The back of her neck.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, muh, master, uh, oh. Master... Ahh!" Gina moaned and whimpered out as her master hit her sweet spot, increasing her horniness and almost sending her over the edge.

Blinking his eyes at Gina's reaction, Ranma was surprised. "Another trigger point?" He thought curiously. Smiling, he made sure to speed up his thrusts into her velvety folds and squeezed her breasts harder, while nipping at the back of her neck more and more.

Gina's eyes snapped open as she started moaning louder and louder, occasionally moaning out 'master' all the while thrusting back to match her master's thrusts into her tight twat.

With the heat he felt, Ranma knew he was sweating heavily. Indeed, Gina was proving to be quite the challenge. She was lasting longer than any of the other women he had been with thus far. He was VERY impressed. Leaning his head to her ear, he made sure to thrust his hips even harder as he whispered, "Cum for me."

No, Ranma did not know what possessed him to say that. It just felt... Right.

At Ranma's words of encouragement, Gina shuddered and kept thrusting back, oh she was so close to cumming hard. She kept thrusting and thrusting, but she just couldn't reach the peak.

Suddenly Ranma twisted her mammaries and lightly bit onto the back of her neck. THAT set her off and her folds clamped down on Ranma's member like a vice and started milking him, demanding his seed.

At that sensation, Ranma's eyes widened. He could feel the slickness of moisture and Gina's folds clamping down on him in such a heavenly way. Screaming Gina's name loudly, he thrust harder once, twice, and then orgasmed, emptying his seed into her.

Shuddering, Gina moaned out her master's name, for the first time she actually used it without him asking her to, and of her own free will. She then slumped forward, pinning his hands under her mammaries.

As Gina slumped down, Ranma went down on top of her, breathing heavily as he and Gina came down from their sexual high. Ranma rolled to the side, not disengaging from Gina, and holding her to him tightly. "You were wonderful," he whispered out softly.

Smiling, Gina hugged her master back. "Really?"

"Really," Ranma answered as he bucked his hips back into her again.

Gina moaned lightly and kissed her master on the lips. "Thank you master."

Smiling, Ranma hugged Gina to him and thrust his hips into her again, making sure to kiss her.

Gina moaned into the kiss, wrapped her legs around Ranma and plastered her body to his. She just LOVED the feel of her breasts getting mashed against his broad chest as he thrusted into her lovingly.

At all the sounds, noises, and smells, Jetta rolled her eyes in disgust and no small amount of jealousy. While she knew Gina needed the extra sympathy and encouragement, Jetta knew Ranma was pulling a boneheaded maneuver. "Idiot," Jetta thought. "If he keeps this up, how the hell is he supposed to tame anyone else today?"

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

As she walked alongside her master as they made their way further and further from the town of Sheerpantyhose, Jetta couldn't help but steal glances of the young would-be-Tamer. He never was able to put the Amazonchan back into her ball afterwards, she had just become so... Clingy. So currently, Ranma was letting her stay out a little more and she hung onto his other side as she walked along with them.

Shrugging, Jetta knew she couldn't blame the blonde Amazonchan. After all, she had been so happy with the Taming she ha received from her master; Ranma was so unlike the cruel Sextome, a real treasure to be had.

"And when he told us the decision to get the girls home, damn the consequences, and to tell the parents they would search for some sort of cure," Jetta thought seriously, "He had them eating out of his hand."

Watching her master a bit more, she saw he was blushing a little as Gina was trying to stick her hand down the front of his pants. Jetta knew she'd really have to work on that. Tamer's didn't blush. They never felt embarrassed nor looked that cute.

Sighing, Jetta continued to walk along the beaten path with her master and harem-sister. Here they were, going to make their way back to where the Diggers home was, to get the girls back to their parents, and tell them not to worry, that Ranma would do everything to help their daughters. But Jetta was still pessimistic about this. "A cure doesn't exist."

Jetta thought about how this was going to be a wild Ladygoose-chase. For over two-hundred years, ever since the first case of Threshold had been recorded, have pokégirl researchers, pokégirl breeders, and other assorted scientists have searched for some sort of 'cure'. "It just can't be done."

But even with how she felt, Jetta didn't voice her opinion. She didn't want to take away the joy Gina, and her sisters felt at the prospect of becoming human women again.

And she certainly didn't want to mention that this got her hopes up of Ranma being with them as their Master for a long, long while.

"Perhaps, his decision to go see the Diggers girls' parents truly is for the best," Jetta decided. It would give the girls a feeling of closure, and a reason to stay vigilant for their master and be good pokégirls. And besides that, Ranma had promised the girls that he would protect them and be their master. She honestly didn't think he' go back on his word anytime soon, if ever.

So, the Lupina kept quiet on her feelings about this. Far be it from her, the Alpha to question her 'Master'. (Albeit if you asked the pokégirls, the true status was in question.)

(-)

Ranma internally sighed as Gina hung onto him, much like another certain Amazon that he knew far-too well. "Man, It must be a natural reaction or something," Ranma thought. He then blushed as Gina, once again, began to feel him down there.

Blushing, Ranma gently nudged Gina's shoulder. "Hey, Gina?"

"Mmm? Yes, Master?" the sensual blonde mumbled as her hand continually grasped onto a certain piece of male anatomy she just loved.

"Gina," Ranma started with a slight gasp as Gina squeezed. "Could you please stop doing that?"

Pouting a little, Gina asked, "Do I have to, Master?"

"Well..." Ranma started slowly. He didn't want to outright say they couldn't do something, but he sure as hell still wasn't comfortable with this. "I would appreciate it if you stopped."

It was then that the Lupina spoke out verbally for the first time since leaving the town of Sheerpantyhose. "Oh, Mas... Ranma," Jetta soon corrected herself. "You should just let her do what she wants. It's normal for a pokégirl to hang onto her master like that, so just let her. If someone passes by, no one will question it."

Ranma's eye twitched slightly. "But we're out in the middle of nowhere! Who the heck is going to see!?"

"You'd be surprise the number of Tamers that mostly hang out in forests," Jetta said.

Blinking his eyes, Ranma asked, "Excuse me?"

"Yes, Master," Gina interrupted. "Forests are a good place to find some Plant, Bug, and certain Normal-type pokégirls. Granted, they would more than likely be Feral, but Feral-born pokégirls tend to be stronger than Domesticated-born or Threshold pokégirls."

"So they come out here to get Feral pokégirls?" Ranma asked.

"Yes," Jetta said. "They're dumb as animals, stronger than the other two types of pokégirls, and Tamers just starting out need something strong to help them get through the first few steps of being a Tamer," Jetta smirked a little. "It's not easy starting out as a Tamer. A Tamer only gets one pokégirl to start out, and then most have very little money and little to no supplies."

"Indeed," Gina agreed with the Alpha. "With so little, it's an incentive for a Tamer to try to raise their rank as soon as possible. The way to do that includes collecting as many pokégirls as one can, with the higher the rarity the better, and to fight PokéBattles with other Tamers and Gym leaders.

Again, Ranma nodded his head. He had not been born in this world, and may have not known things that most people of this world learned while they were in kindergarten, but he certainly understood what it meant to have little to work with, and to have to force one's self to the limits to get ahead in life. After all, that was how Ranma himself grew up, little in the way of food, friends, and education, yet he still had to excel in the art, his father made sure he did, lest he suffer beatings or worse.

Shaking his head, Ranma let out a depressed sigh. Jetta and Gina both noticed this. "Master?" Gina asked quietly.

"Nothing," Ranma said as he shook his head. "Just thinking is all," he looked back and forth between Jetta and Gina. "So we should expect to run into a Tamer while out here?"

"It's possible," Jetta answered. "We ran into that Stryyp person easily enough."

Shrugging, Ranma nodded his head. "All right. So, how long should it take to get to the Diggers?"

"I think from where we are," Gina started. She went silent for a moment as she thought about it. "It should take over a week."

"Oh," Ranma said sullenly. "So, where are we heading to in the meantime?"

by Proteus

Ranma blinked as Jetta just stopped in mid-sentence with a frown on her face, and just looked up before sniffing the air. But before he could question her behavior, she quickly yanked him away from Gina and practically crushed him in a hug while his feet dangled off the ground. "J-ETTA! What the heck's gotten into you?" Ranma demanded before he ran out of air.

"Oh Master I'm sorry," Jetta cried while giving a very confused Ranma a puppy eyes look that so did not look right coming from the woman who bossed him around all the time. "Please don't skip me when it comes time for everyone's taming tonight! You know how much I need it."

"What in the heck has gotten into... oh," Gina mumbled when she looked at the other end of the clearing. She pokégirls and their tamer was coming out of the woods and into the rest stop. No wonder Jetta was starting to act worse than a beaten puppy. Hell, she wasn't even this bad under the old tamer, she thought while looking at the ridiculous sight of the toughest pokégirl of Ranma's harem acting like some love sick and horney school girl begging for sex.

"Jetta!" Ranma yelled, finally seeming to get to the wolf-woman and make her drop him onto the ground, where he just sat. "What in the hell is a matter with you?"

"Oh, I-I'm sorry Master," Jetta replied, still faking it the best she could. "I know you don't like it when I beg in front of others unless you tell me."

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

"Others?" Ranma thought before turning around, and blinking he saw a somewhat tall, lanky man with long black hair. To the side of the man was a tall blonde-haired woman in a form-fitting dark violet dress with a matching cape.

Mentally frowning, Jetta didn't like how the man stopped in his tracks as soon as he had caught sight of them. She continued to beg and whimper beside Ranma as he sat on the ground rubbing his ass. "Oh yeah, very well-mannered," she mentally grumbled. Still, that WAS normal for a Tamer to act like that, so perhaps it was for the best.

Shaking his head, Ranma got back onto his feet. It really irked him how Jetta would lower herself so much whenever she was afraid someone was looking at them. Damn it! He knew her to be far stronger than this, and it really didn't set well with him that she would act like some sort of slave.

Looking over to the new guy, Ranma couldn't help but notice that the guy was outright glaring at him. "Uh, is something wrong?" Ranma asked, sounding slightly confused.

"Is something wrong?" The man repeated, clenching his fists. "Is something WRONG!?" He shouted in anger. "I'd say something is wrong, RANMA SEXTOME!"

Blinking his eyes once, twice, thrice, Ranma could only answer. "Uh... Okay."

Growling, the lanky man pointed an accusatory finger. "I am Séance Leer, Pokégirl Tamer from Vain, CHALLENGE YOU, RANMA SEXTOME!"

Blinking his eyes, Ranma asked, "Challenge me?"

"Yes!" Séance answered. "I challenge you to a PokéBattle!"

Ranma winced. Great. He knew almost squat about pokégirls in general, let alone PokéBattles! "Are you sure we can't just-"

However, Ranma's attempt at reasoning was so stopped as Jetta spoke up. "Wait a little? Master promised to tame us today," Jetta said in the squeakiest, cutest voice she could manage. "And I SO need Master's cock!"

"Now wait a minute!, I-" Ranma tried until Jetta stuck her tongue in his mouth and pushed him out of the line of vision.

Séance sweat-dropped for a moment. Gina chuckled nervously as she scratched the back of her head. "We'll be with you momentarily."

Séance sweat-dropped more.

(-)

Once out of sight of the other Tamer, Jetta quietly snapped at her Tamer. "Ranma, didn't I tell you that you can't just walk away from a battle?" She asked. "It's required a Tamer accept ANY challenge or else automatically forfeit."

"I know that!" Ranma said. "I have the money, can't I just pay him off?"

"No!" Jetta stated. She rubbed her body against her Tamer's, just in case Séance came into the forested area to try and talk to them. "Sextome would accept every challenge with gusto, and beat them down hard and fast."

Ranma frowned. "But I told you, I know SQUAT! How the hell am I supposed ta' do a battle when I don't know how to do one!?"

Sighing, Jetta continued to fondle her Tamer as she lay against him. She moved her mouth to his ear to whisper, even though it would look like she was kissing it. "First off, you bring out the PokéBall you want and say the command words to active it, the pokégirl's name and 'I screw you'. Then you basically give us directions when appropriate."

Ranma nodded his head. "That's all?"

"No," Jetta admitted. "You have to keep in mind the pokégirl's attacks, what a pokégirl's strengths and weaknesses are, and over all abilities. And that goes for yours and the opponent's."

Staring flatly at Jetta, Ranma said, "And I don't know squat."

Jetta sighed. Damn it. Did Ranma have to make this so difficult. "Look, I can't openly help you with this when you battle him, but I can give you a tip. Séance said he was from Vain. Vain is known as the 'Magical City'. And by seeing that he had a Sorceress out by his side, he must obviously specialize in Magic-type pokégirls."

"So, what does that mean?" Ranma asked.

"It means you'll be at a disadvantage," Jetta answered honestly. "Excluding Genn, you only have Fighting-type pokégirls. Fighting-types naturally have weakness against Magic-types."

Ranma nodded his head. He wasn't sure of this, but he know Jetta sounded serious. "What do you suggest? Use Genn?"

Jetta shook her head. "No. Genn is a Magic-type as well. She be on even-ground, yes, but she'll also lose energy faster than your opponent's pokégirls, since she has little aural energy to begin with." Jetta sighed and shook her head. "You'd best stick with Sheila and switch to either me or Britanny after she gets beaten. She may be a Fighting-type, but her primary element is Ice. She'll last a lot longer and hurt them easier."

At Ranma's confused look, Jetta decided to help out. "A Shaguar has the techniques of Snow Storm, Ice Wall, Ice Punch, Agility, Blizzard Beam, and Ice KAPOWIE. Ice Wall is a Defensive technique, Agility raises her reflexes, and the rest are attacks."

After the Lupina said that, Ranma was STILL staring at her. "You don't understand what I'm saying?" Jetta asked outright.

"Er... Yes," Ranma tentatively admitted.

Letting out a sigh, all Jetta could say was, "We're screwed."

(-)

With his arms folded over his chest, Séance was tapping his foot impatiently. "How long will it take for your master to get done, little slut? I'm tired of waiting!"

"Just another moment or so more," Gina said as she hoped to lessen the growing anger she could feel stewing in the Tamer. Granted, it hadn't helped he became pissed off as soon as he saw Ranma. They did not need this sort of trouble.

Séance snarled. "If I have to wait another moment, I'm going to..." He trailed off as he saw Ranma and his pokégirl step out from the forest. "About damn time!"

Holding a hand up defensively, Ranma hoped to placate the raven-haired Tamer. "Sorry 'bout that. Was kept a little busy," he gave Jetta a slight glare, even though he wasn't mad.

Still, Jetta was thankful for that. This was like how that cock-sucking bastard Sextome would act towards his pokégirls that he considered inferior. The Lupina got onto her knees and whimpered like a puppy that had been kicked. "Oh, Master! Please forgive me! Don't punish me tonight! Please!"

Ranma sighed. He hated seeing Jetta do this. But he knew she needed to act like this, even though he didn't agree with it. "We'll see," Ranma said in an annoyed tone. He wasn't annoyed at Jetta, just the situation, although the other Tamer might not think this so. "So whadd'ya want?"

Once again, Séance pointed an accusing finger at Ranma. "You defeated me once before for my pokégirl and defeated me," Séance glared at him. "I will get her back!" Without missing a beat, Séance said, "Three-on-three battle! Choose first, Sextome!"

Ranma blinked his eyes. "Damn, I so do not need this," Ranma thought annoyed. He looked back and forth between Gina and Jetta, then shrugged. He pulled a PokéBall off of his belt and prayed it was the right one. "Sheila! I SCREW YOU!"

It was then that Ranma threw the ball. It opened up in a flash of red light, and there stood the petite, uber-cute Shaguar. Sheila looked about confused for a moment, and soon realized that she was in the middle of a battle.

Staring at the pokégirl his opponent pulled out, Séance didn't know whether to laugh or get angry. It was so hilarious that Sextome thought he could beat him with such a small pokégirl, but at the same time, very insulting. "TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!"

"I am!" Ranma said. He huffed. This was getting annoying.

Glaring at Ranma, Séance called out. "Selena! Go! Aura Bolt!"

The Sorceress that had been at Séance's side then lunged forward, her hand glowing with power.

Ranma tensed up as he saw the energy blast go off. "Sheila! Ice Wall!"

Pushing her hands forward, a wall off ice raised up form the ground in front of Sheila. The Aura Bolt hit the Ice Shield and was cancelled out.

Séance frowned. "Selena, Aura Bolt! Again!"

"Sheila!" Ranma called out. "Blizzard Beam!"

Both pokégirls held out their hands, gathering energies. Selena had a growth of light, while a swirl of frost got around hers. Both pokégirls released their attacks. However, having higher stats than the Sorceress's, the Shaguar's Blizzard beam traveled through the Aura Bolt and hit the tall blonde head-on. Even though the blast was weakened, the artic-powered bolt was enough to throw the Sorceress off her feet.

As the Sorceress was trying to get back onto her feet, Ranma was at the ready. "Sheila! Snow Storm!"

Jetta watched in awe as the Sorceress was already becoming overcome with ice and frost. For someone who never had to deal with a PokéBattle in all his life, he took to it like a Falcongentle to the sky. "Perhaps all those martial arts he spoke about helps him?" she questioned mentally.

Séance frowned as he saw his Sorceress frozen on the spot. "You want to play hardball eh?" Séance frowned. He took out a PokéBall and aimed it at the Sorceress. "Selena, RETURN!" And with that, a beam shot out and hit the frozen Sorceress. The blonde woman was reduced to red light and went back inside the ball.

Ranma frowned as he placed his hands on his side. Damn it. This guy was just getting madder. He especially didn't like it when that Séance guy smiled a tad evilly.

"I was saving this one for last," Séance spoke in even tones. He then smiled darkly. "But you've had this coming."

Pulling another PokéBall off his belt, Séance tossed it forward. "Madrid! I SCREW YOU!"

Ranma stared at the pokégirl that came out of that PokéBall. She was unlike anything he'd ever seen! Six feet in height, hors that went back and reached all the way down to behind her legs, only to curve forward. The top half of her face was hidden under a mane of horns while she had a set of eyes on her abdomen. All Ranma could say was, "The hell?"

Séance smirked. "She's a recent acquisition of mine. A Daimon."

Jetta mentally cursed. Damn it! Ranma didn't have anything to take on a Daimon. The best he could hope for was to just give it the best offensive.

Ranma frowned. "Sheila! Snow Storm!"

Sheila held her arms out to the sides once more. Indeed, a hail of snow-fall greeted the Daimon... But she seemed vastly unaffected.

"Madrid! Fury Swipes!" Séance commanded.

"Sheila! Ice Wall!" Ranma shouted.

The Shaguar managed to raise an Ice Wall in time to meet the first attack of the Daimon. Too bad, the Daimon broke through, and she connected the second, third and forth hits.

Ranma stared as Sheila was sent flying, the little jagwere tumbling. "Sheila!" He shouted out. He felt a little better when he saw Sheila get back onto her feet.

Séance smirked at seeing the little Shaguar on the ropes. "Madrid! Burst!"

Holding her hands forward, a glowing red energy began to pool between Madrid's hands. She smirked a little evilly.

Ranma frowned. "Sheila! Ice Wall! Again!"

Looking forward, Sheila brought up an Ice Wall, although she didn't feel that it was going to be any help.

She was right.

The explosion that followed shattered through the wall of Ice and sent the smaller shaguar flying once more.

Smiling, Séance was feeling very haughty now. "Finish her off, Madrid."

Madrid's hands began to glow again, as she prepared to finish the smaller pokégirl off with another blast of Burst.

"SHEILA!" Ranma yelled. "ICE KAPOWIE!"

There was a glint in Sheila's eyes for a moment at hearing that. And then she lunged forward. "KA-POWIE!"

*KA-POW*!

Séance stared in shock as the small pokégirl hit his Daimon with a punch that packed quite a wallop. It was enough to not only disrupt the flow of energy for the Burst attack, but it was enough to send the Daimon falling backwards.

His jaw agape, Ranma stared at Sheila with some newfound respect. Who knew such a little package could pack such a force? He frowned as he realized Sheila was on her knees breathing heavily. Poor little thing was tired. Holding up her PokéBall, Ranma shouted, "Sheila! Return!"

Watching Sextome withdraw his Shaguar, Séance smiled. Yes. He was already weakening against the might of his Daimon!

Pulling out another PokéBall, Ranma shouted, "Britanny! I SCREW YOU!"

When the haze of red was gone from her eyes, Britanny had been expecting a Taming. Instead she was staring at a Daimon. "Aw, hell..."

Madrid smirked. "You said it," and then punched Britanny in the face.

Ranma winced at the sight as his Cheetit was sent stumbling back. "Britanny!"

Groaning, Britanny rubbed her jaw. That had hurt. Great. She was in battle against a Daimon. And she had taken a hit in front of a Tamer she was trying to impress.

Frowning, Ranma called out, "Scratch!"

Britanny took a swipe at the Daimon, only to miss.

"Madird! Leer!" Séance called out.

The eyes on Madrid's abdomen glew for a moment, and Britanny could feel the magic on her. She frowned. She could feel her own personal defense lower with that.

Ranma frowned as he knew something must have happened. "Brit! Slash again!"

"Madrid! Fury Swipes!" Séance commanded.

Madrid's fist met Brit's and stopped the attack. And again, she continued with a third, fourth, fifth, and even sixth hit!

Stumbling, but remaining on her feet, Britanny growled. She was hurting. With the lowered defense, those hits were REALLY hurting.

Ranma frowned. His second girl was hurting and he only was allowed one more to use to fight. And if he lost... "This jerk is more than likely gonna demand one of my pokégirls."

Looking about, Ranma thought of something about this, anything that could help him. There had to be something here that could help turn the tides.

And then it hit him. Britanny was taller than the Daimon. And her ass aligned with...

"BRITANNY! TAIL SLAP, NOW!" Ranma yelled.

And Britanny did just that, moving at high-speeds as her tail slapped across the Daimon's stomach, hitting her in the eyes.

His jaw dropping, Séance could only watch as his Daimon stumbled back, blinded by the Cheetit's attack.

"Britanny!" Ranma called out. "Rocket Lunge and Tackle!"

Britanny smiled. "Pay Back!" She ran at high speeds and lunged at the Daimon, talking her to the ground, breaking some of the landscape. Britanny grabbed Madrid from behind and then began spinning the Daimon around again and again and again at high speeds, going faster, and faster, and...

...Letting go.

Ranma couldn't help but wince as he watched the Daimon go flying through numerous trees at high-speeds, coming to a stop a good distance away.

Jetta blinked her eyes. Damn, she would have NEVER thought of such a strategy. "And if that was the best one he had, we're in the clear!" Jetta thought seriously. She was already starting to feel better.

Snarling, Séance took out his PokéBall and aimed it at his downed Daimon. "Madrid! Return!"

With the Magic/Dark pokégirl back in her ball, Séance placed it back onto his belt. He then pulled out his third, and final PokéBall. "GRAVE! I SCREW YOU!"

Ranma watched intently as the red light from the ball took form of a small cat-girl, very similar in looks to Britanny, and the body-frame of Sheila. "What the..."

"G-Splice, Cheetit and Witch" Séance simply stated. "MYSTIC BOLT!"

The small G-Splice thrust her hands forward suddenly, the magical energy hit Britanny head on, knocking the Cheetit off of her feet.

Britanny roared in pain as she hit the side of a tree and fell onto her ass. Britanny started up at the little smirking G-Splice. "No way," Britanny grumbled, "No way am I getting my butt handed to me by a little titty-kitty."

"Britanny!" Ranma shouted. "Slash!"

"Grave! Shield!" Séance shouted back.

Britanny got back to her feet and wound up a strike to hit. Only to have her claws hit a wall of invisible force, causing one of them to break. "Fuck!"

"Grave! Slash!" Séance shouted.

Britanny winced as the little G-splice slashed forward, starring her claws into Brit's shoulder. The Cheetit roared in pain and pushed the small cat-girl off of her.

Seeing red, Britanny went to use Slash again, but as before, she met the wall of invisible force. "Damn it!" Britanny cursed.

"Britanny!" Gina shouted out. The Amazonchan wanted to go an aide her little sister, but she knew she couldn't. If she did, it would count for automatic forfeit, and then any of them would be up for grabs with this bastard.

Smirking at seeing he had his opponent on the proverbial ropes once more, Séance taunted, "Sorry! But her version of Shield lasts more than a single round. In fact it'll last as long as my G-Splice wants it to!"

Britanny growled. This sucked.

Ranma frowned. Damn it. How the hell to take care of this one!? That thing was probably set up to take a lot of punishment, so…

The pigtailed martial artist-turned-Pokégirl Tamer's eyes widened as the obvious hit him. "Britanny! Speed Punch, and don't stop!"

Growling, Britanny did as her master commanded. She wound up a punch and threw it forward. But again, it was blocked. She looked back at her master, wondering what to do.

Ranma looked at Brit's opponent. She was starting to sweat. "I said, keep it up!" Ranma shouted. "Trust me!"

Narrowing her eyes in determination, Britanny nodded her head. Turning back to her opponent, the Cheetit unleashed the full power of her Speed Punch, hitting again and again at the invisible wall in speeds that were on par, if not faster than Ranma's Amaguriken.

His arms folded over his chest once more, Séance couldn't keep the smile off of his face. "Again, you see that your pokégirl is no match for mine. Nothing will break through her shield so just give up now."

Gritting her teeth, Britanny was slowing her punches. Her hands were beginning to hurt. "Masterrr..." She whimpered.

Ranma cringed. He wanted to let Britanny stop, but he didn't want the pain she was already feeling to be in vain. The little cat pokégirl was breathing heavily now. "Keep it up Brit," he cheered on. "Don't slow down! You're almost there!"

Whimpering, Britanny continued again and again. Her knuckles were starting to bleed from the immovable force that was the G-Splice's shield, leading a pattern of blood on it. The sight broke Ranma's heart, but he knew it would work. "Come on, Brit."

Smirking, Séance condescendingly taunted, "You are a slave-driver, aren't you? There's no way that-"

*CRACK*!

Séance's eyes widened. There was a web-pattern in mid-air between the shocked G-Splice and surprised Cheetit.

Ranma smiled. "Finish it, Brit! You can win!"

Smiling, Britanny almost felt a second wind. Her hands hurt like hell, but this wasn't hopeless! "Time to make the donuts!" She shouted and began to punch faster and as hard as she could.

Grave stared in shock as more and more cracking appeared before her. She knew it was over. She was using a lot of energy to maintain that shield, and she was running out.

Finally, it was over. The shield shattered, and Brit's fist went straight to the smaller cat-girl's face. The G-Splice went flying back in a spray of blood from her mouth and landed in a heap on the ground. She didn't get up.

Britanny fell to her knee, grasping her hand. Oh man, did that hurt! She was surprised when Ranma was already by her side, hugging her. "You did good, Britchan."

Blinking, Britanny couldn't help but smile. She started purring as she nuzzled him. She was suddenly feeling a lot better.

Growling, Séance glared hatefully at Ranma. "You sonuvabitch!" He hissed out angrily as he tossed a PokéBall before his opponent. "Fine! Keep the little bitch! But mark my words, I will get you for this, Sextome!"

And so, Séance walked past Ranma and his pokégirls in a huff, grumbling all the way. Looking back, Ranma saw that he left the G-Splice behind.

Sighing, Jetta walked over to the PokéBall and lifted it up. "Grave, return." She said simply as she summoned the small pokégirl back to her ball. While Jetta was proud that her master had won his first PokéBattle, she knew they did not need to deal with another pokégirl in the mix. "Things are gonna get interesting..."

DAIMON, the Schemin' Demon Pokegirl

Type: Near Human

Element: Magic/Dark

Frequency: Uncommon to Rare

Diet: fear

Role: Legions of Terror strategist and planning

Libido: Average

Strong Vs: Normal, Psychic

Weak Vs: "Purifying" magic (like a Megami uses)

Attacks: Glare, Leer, Scratch, Fury Swipes, Burst (variations apply)

Enhancements: Enhanced Reflexes, Strength x3, Speed x3, Endurance x3

Evolves: Droido (Moon Stone), Demoness (orgasm), Succubus (mechanism uncertain)

Evolves From: Youma (stress, orgasm, or battle)

Daimons are the most preferred evolution of the basic Youma. Most Daimons have by now abandoned most of the bestial looks of their previous form, instead looking like very exotic women, often exotic enough that it's pretty obvious they aren't human. It is highly rare for a Threshold girl to become a Daimon.

Daimons were the planners of the old Legions of Terror back during Sukebe's revenge, and this is a role that they have never truly lost. In order to help make sure that no rogue psychic-type would ever be able to steal their plans, Sukebe made sure that this evolution was part Dark-type to make them resistant to psionics.

Daimons are excellent planners. When in a Harem, they will often advise their Tamer about what to expect when headed into a certain situation, as well as the appropriate countermeasures to take. They are famous for coming up with daring, unorthodox ideas when in a tight spot. One thing about their plans though is that they always think in battle terms. Every plan is a "win or lose" scenario. It doesn't matter if the situation is an upcoming gym battle or how to get a reservation at a classy restaurant, for a Daimon it all involves tactics about how to outwit "the enemy" to "accomplish the mission." What's more, their plans are always oriented around a sudden offense. This may be due to the fact that, alone of all other Youma-types, Daimons simply absorb ambient emotions of fear, such as the fear "the enemy" feels when they are suddenly ambushed. After a victory over "the enemy," Daimons are usually quite giddy, and greatly enjoy a celebratory Taming.

Feral Daimons tend to run a little wild, unable to form the needlessly complex plans they love. Once Tamed, they are usually quite embarrassed about their behavior when they were feral, not because of the higher libido they had then, but because of how unthoughtout their actions were.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

Sitting on the bed in only his boxers, Ranma contemplated his situation as he looked down at the PokéBall in his hand. He could only wonder what he was going to do with another pokégirl, although he had a pretty good idea on what he HAD to do.

After putting the G-Splice into her PokéBall, Ranma had felt pretty good from what Jetta told him. Granted, he was still shocked by what had gone on, but he had won his first PokéBattle, and he didn't lose any of his girls. And then they were back on the road, arriving late that night to a place where Ranma could learn how to be a 'proper' Tamer in peace. The quiet little town of Greenpeace.

The Greenpeace PokéCenter had been VERY understanding and compliant when he got there. He put his pokégirls back into their balls and put them all through a machine for a process called the 'Healing Cycle'. The process took no more than a couple of seconds, but the NurseJoy assured Ranma that his pokégirls were back to top condition.

After getting a decent meal for his dinner, Ranma knew it was time to do what Jetta had told him as they made their way to Greenpeace. It was time to 'Bond' the small pokégirl he had won from Séance Leer.

Tossing the ball, Ranma listened as there was an audible 'pop' sound as a light came out of the ball. The small Cheetit-like pokégirl was looking very sullen. "Hey," Ranma tried, "What's wrong, little one?"

Sighing, the little pokégirl just looked at Ranma as he sat in his boxers. "Let's get this over with. Go ahead and tame me."

Blinking his eyes, Ranma wasn't sure what to make of the girls actions. "You okay?" He asked honestly

"Should I be?" The pokégirl asked as she stared at her new owner. "You're just going to use me and abuse me. Why should I be okay?" She shook her head. "It doesn't matter, I'm just a sex-pet after all."

Shaking his head, Ranma said, "No you're not."

The girl got slightly depressed when Ranma said that. "Yeah right," she mumbled. "You're just like the last two Tamers I had. They just screwed me on occasion, using my abilities to help them out somewhat, then tossed me away because I was the last pokégirl they used and I lost."

Ranma stared. He knew that was the case with Séance, but it happened once before? "They... They did what!?" He asked in disbelief.

The semi-Cheetit shrugged. "Why else am I with you then? My first tamer, Tirant, used me to battle against Séance Leer and lost, giving me up because I couldn't stand up to that Sorceress of his. Now I'm with you because I lost to your Cheetit."

Not liking what he was hearing, Ranma frown. "So you just got left behind?"

The pokégirl nodded to Ranma's answer. "Yep. I quit caring shortly after Tirant proved to me that he didn't really care for me." She shrugged. "Why bother caring? You're all alone in the world anyway."

Shaking his head, Ranma stated firmly, "You don't have to be."

Not wanting to hear that, the pokégirl just sighed. "Let's just get this over with. Then I can be back in my ball and stop being outside where people will just abuse me."

Ranma stared at the pokégirl, not believing she'd speak like her situation was natural. "You really think I'm just gonna abuse you?"

Looking down at her feet, the pokégirl answered, "Why not? I'm just a, a thing without any feelings or thoughts for myself. I don't deserve to have privileges such as someone who cares for me and is kind.

Shaking his head, Ranma firmly stated, "You're wrong."

The pokégirl gave Ranma a flat stare. There was neither hope nor happiness in her eyes.

Ranma looked into her eyes. "You're not a bad person, and you're talking to me right now. You're obviously a feeling person."

"So?" the semi-Cheetit questioned. "I talk all the time. I'm still surprised that you haven't disciplined me yet for talking back to you. I'm surprised that you don't have a whip, a chain or something else out right now. With Ranma just gawking at her, the G-Splice continued. "So just get it over with. Tame me, then put me back into my ball for a long while."

It was then the pokégirl sighed and slumped forward onto the bed, preparing herself for a quick taming and then being back into her ball until she got into a fight and then another tamer who would do the same to her.

Shaking his head, Ranma sighed in disbelief. He placed a comforting hand on Grave's back and rubbed her shoulders. "What's your name?"

The pokégirl rolled her shoulders as she felt Ranma do that. "Grave Digger."

Ranma nodded his head to that. "Well, Grave, I'm Ranma Saotome."

A hearing that, Grave nodded her head as well. Okay, so her new master who was just going to toss her away was Ranma Saotome.

As Ranma continued to rub her shoulders with his hands, he gently told her, "I'm not like other Tamers.

Grave rolled her eyes, she had heard that before.

"I'm not going to throw you away, or treat you like a piece of property," Ranma continued.

Grave blinked her eyes at that. "Hmm?"

Ranma nodded his head. "You heard me." Ranma's hand rolled along her spine. "I try to treat my pokégirls as equals," He smiled and mentally added, "Even when they don't want me to."

Shaking her head, Grave sighed, she had heard so much in her life, and none of it pleasant. How could she trust him? She was so tired of empty promises and hollow words. Séance had said that he'd treat her nicer than what Tirant did. He did, but only marginally.

Continuing to massage her back, Ranma sighed at her silence. "All right then... Since you don't want to listen to me, how about you tell me about yourself? What do you like? Anything you'd like to say about yourself?"

"What... I... Like?" Grave blinked. What did she like? She then began to tear up when she realized something. "I'm... I'm so pathetic!" She cried out as tears fell from her eyes. She slowly curled up into a ball.

With Grave's actions, Ranma stopped, just surprised by this. He picked up the semi-Cheetit while she was in the fetal position, holding her to him. "Shh... Don't cry... Please, please don't cry..."

Grave cried into his shoulder, letting out pain, sorrow, anguish and so much hurt that had been bottled up inside for far too long. "I'm so pathetic," She sobbed out as she realized that she had no likes, no wants, no desires. All other pokégirls had those, but not her. She was just so pathetic. No wonder everyone left her behind. Grave Digger sobbed all this into Ranma's shoulder.

Rocking her gently in his arms, Ranma whispered to her. "Shh... You're not pathetic. You're not..."

"But I am," She cried out, "Even Daimons have desires and dreams. But me? I don't have them. I lost hope and just quit caring, so people don't like me and get rid of this pathetic girl."

Ranma sighed. He held her tightly. "I won't."

Blinking her eyes, Grave looked at him, tears still falling down her face. "Wha?"

Managing to smile at her Ranma spoke softly. "I promise you, Grave. I'll do my best to keep you and the other girls safe."

Staring up at Ranma, Grave sighed. She wanted to believe it, oh gods how she wanted to. But all the years of pain and hurt wouldn't go away that easily.

Ranma sighed as well. "I know you probably don't believe me... But please, give me a chance."

A chill going up her spine, Grave gulped nervously. Giving out her trust meant that she was vulnerable to being hurt again. She shivered, remembering what that bastard Tirant had done to her. She had trusted him, but he betrayed her quickly and thoroughly. She looked at Ranma and nodded slowly.

At Grave's nod, Ranma managed to smile. "Thank you," he said honestly, as he lowered his head to kiss Grave on the lips gently.

Blinking her eyes, Grave returned the kiss hesitantly.

Ranma smiled as he felt Grave return the kiss. He kissed her gently a little more, just lip-on-lip contact.

With the pressure of her new master's lips on hers, Grave trembled as he kissed her. Ironically, it was her VERY first kiss that she had ever received. She had WANTED to kiss her former masters before, but they never let her.

Blinking his eyes, Ranma wondered why Grave was trembling. He decided to hold the kiss a little longer, and react only if she wanted him to.

The little Cheetit trembled some more as the two kissed. It felt so different to her. She was afraid of losing the feeling.

Ranma kept the kiss up a bit longer. About five minutes passed before he broke the kiss with her. "Grave? Did you like?"

Looking up at her master, Grave trembled lightly and pulled Ranma into another gentle kiss, this time, she wrapped her arms around him. The gentleness felt so good.

Letting Grave do what she want, Ranma kissed her back. He was going to let her set the pace for awhile.

The little G-Splice kissed Ranma for another two minutes before breaking the kiss and laying her head in the crook of his neck. Ranma smiled. He brought a hand up to bring it through her hair. "Grave. I do have to Bond you, Jetta told me so... But I'll do this to your pace."

The pokégirl shuddered and hugged onto Ranma tightly. "Just, just hold me please?" She whimpered, hoping that he would, but prepared if he wouldn't.

Smiling, Ranma nodded his head, and continued to hold the small G-Splice of the Cheetit persuasion in his arms. Grave nuzzled her head against Ranma's shoulder. She murmured something about never having a friend before. At hearing those words, Ranma smiled more. "Glad to be your friend."

At those words, Grave pulled back and smiled slightly. "You can tame me." She looked down somewhat. "If you want to."

Ranma nodded his head. "Of course I want to. Why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm small, flat-chested, and not beautiful," Grave stated as if it were the most obvious thing.

Shaking his head, Ranma frowned. "You know, Sheila said the same thing about herself," He smiled, "But I still care for her anyway."

Grave shuddered and looked at him, wondering why he put up with her. "Answer something for me."

Nodding his head, Ranam said, "All right. Ask."

"Why do you act so, so... So different than any other Tamers I've seen?" She shuddered again. "Five Tamers passed me up when they saw me, and it was only because of Tirant's Alpha Array that he even chose me in the first place. Yet, you accept me with no problems. Why?"

"This is difficult for me to explain..." Ranma started slowly. "I think Jetta would be made at me for telling you without her permission, but..." Ranma sighed. "Grave, believe me when I say that my way of thinking is completely alien on the subject of pokégirls, all right?"

When Grave blinked, not really understanding, Ranma sighed. "Trust me on this. I'm not from around here, and don't think like the Tamers you've seen already."

Just looking at her new master, Grave nodded slowly. "Um, okay..." She sighed and leaned forward, nuzzling her cheek to his chest, hoping that he didn't get mad at her.

Ranma sighed in relief. He leaned his heard forward to kiss her forehead. Managing a smile, Ranma whispered. "You really are such a cutie."

Smiling at the compliment, Grave crawled forward so that she was sitting on his lap. She nuzzled his cheek with her own. True, this wasn't how pokégirls were supposed to act, but she didn't care. Like Brianna, she had memories of two lives before she was 'born' and in both of them, the Witch and the Cheetit had someone to care for them, and REALLY care for them.

Smiling, Ranma hugged her closely. "Cutie," he repeated.

Smiling, Grave purred lightly. She then blinked and giggled at that.

Smiling back, Ranma asked, "What's so funny?""

"I, I haven't purred in the longest time," She sobered up a bit. "It was just something that surprised me so I giggled at it." Grave then slumped. "If you don't like it, I'll stop," she then shook her head. "I'm sorry, it's just that the other Tamers didn't like it when I purred."

At Grave's explanation, Ranma raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't they?"

Grave shook her head. "I don't know, they just didn't like it."

Frowning a little, Ranma nodded his head before managing a smile for Grave. "Well, I like it."

When Ranma said that, Grave smiled and PURRED! Really purred! Her whole body vibrated, causing vibrations to hit Ranma's body as she was still sitting in his lap.

Ranma moaned a little since he could feel the vibrations go right down to his hips, straight to his manhood. It felt good.

Meanwhile, Grave hugged Ranma and continued to purr. "Oh... G-Grave..." Ranma moaned a little. He looked into Grave's eyes. "Could... Could you undress?"

Grave blinked and nodded. She got off of Ranma and took off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath it!

Ranma smiled as he watched entranced. She had such petite, but appetizing breasts.

Trying not to appear nervous, Grave then leaned down to drop her pants. When they were at her ankles, she kicked them away, leaving her in a pair of white lacy thong panties.

Looking her over, Ranma smiled. He then stood up at the side of the bed and began to pull down his own boxers.

Grave blushed as she saw Ranma's piece. "HOLY!" She thought to herself. "He's HUGE!"

Seeing Grave stare at him down there intently, Ranma couldn't help but blush. "You like it?"

Grave nodded and licked her lips. "Yeah."

At Grave's admittance, Ranma smiled. He moved towards Grave and got on his knees before her. Kissing her stomach, Ranma's hands slowly pulled down her white panties. Grave cooed while he kissed her stomach. She purred when Ranma's hand went to her ass and kneaded it.

Blushing quite a bit, at what he was about to say, Ranma forced himself to ask, "Grave... How do you want to do this? You want to be on top? Bottom? Or..." He blushed more, remembering the term Jetta used. "Doggy style?"

Grave smiled a bit timedly. "Um, I prefer the phrase 'kitty style' to 'doggy style'."

Ranma nodded. "So you want it... 'Kitty style' then?"

Fidgeting a bit, Grave nodded her head.

Nodding his head, Ranma stood up slowly. "Something wrong?"

"Well, um, could we do it a bit differently?" Grave shyly asked.

Ranma blinked. "How so?"

Blushing, Grave answered, "Um, with you standing up, my back to your front and you slide me up and down with your arms under my legs."

At Grave's request, Ranma nodded his head. "Sure."

Grave smiled and stood up. She turned around and her tail went up into the air.

Seeing Grave's ass, Ranma nodded his head and kneeled a bit. His hands wet to get between Grave's legs. Grave wiggled a bit as Ranma did that to her.

Ranma's hands went behind Grave's knees as he spread her legs. He was quickly trying to lift her up so she could lay against his front for balance.

As she was lifted up, Grave wrapped her arms behind her and around Ranma's neck, allowing him to lift her up, resting her back against his chest. Her legs were spread apart to allow him to enter her.

Making sure he had a firm grip, Ranma lifted Grave higher so her back was to his chest. He kissed her cheek gently, and then slowly lowered the G-Splice onto his manhood.

Leaning her head back against Ranma, Grave purred loudly as she felt her master enter her. "Purr, so good." Her tail wrapped around Ranma's waist.

Smiling at what Grave did with her tail, Ranma began to bounce Grave up and down on his manhood, making a wet, sloshing sounds.

Grave started to mewl from the sensations as Ranma slipped in and out of her slick slit.

Moaning a little, Ranma bucked his hips up every time he lowered Grave down. He was really enjoying the sensations of her tight twat.

Shivering in pleasure, Grave mewled, her body thrashed from the sensations as she slid up and down on his rod.

As he continued to move up and down into her dripping sex, Ranma smiled. Grave just felt so good.

Mewling, Grave grinded her ass into Ranma as she slid up and down on Ranma's rod.

Groaning, Ranma shook his head to keep the sensations form overcoming him. With his head turned, he noticed a large, full-length mirror on the wall. Smiling, he began to turn towards it and carefully took a few steps towards it as he continued to bounce Grave, so she could see what was going on.

Grave mewled and blinked as she saw herself being bounced up and down on Ranma's shaft. The sight turned her on like nothing else and she started to yowl as she approached orgasm VERY quickly.

Smiling at Grave's reaction, Ranma began to buck her up and down on his rod faster and faster. He didn't know why... But... Perhaps... She might find dirty talk erotic, if she liked the situation the mirror put her in. "You like it, Grave?" Ranma asked as he kissed her ear. "You like watching yourself being loved? I know I do."

Grave mewled when Ranma did that. "Oh yes. Uhh, OH GODS YES! SO GOOD! MEW! MEW! MEW!"

Ranma was then taken aback by the force of the little pokégirl's orgasm. Her inner-folds clamped down tightly onto his manhood like a vice, trying to milk him for his seed. He didn't disappoint, as this coaxed his own orgasm to the fore. He came into the petite G-Splice with abandon.

And them it happened. An overcoming, euphoric feeling as a Bond was formed. Ranma was used to what Bonds felt like, ever since the bonds of Sextome's pokégirls went over to him, but the feeling of creating his own just felt so incredible, beyond mere words.

As Both came down from their sexual high, Ranma stumbled back, managing to sit back onto the bed. Grave continued to breathe heavily as she held onto him, his shaft still inside her tight folds. "Masterrrr..." Grave mewled happily.

Panting, Ranma managed to ask, "Yeah?"

"Love you..." the little Cheetit mewled in thanks.

Managing a smile, Ranma kissed her cheek. "Love you too."

Grave just purred. It was then she knew that Ranma was going to keep to his word. She had finally found a Tamer who would keep her, and care for her. For the first time in her existence, life was looking up.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

Grave nuzzled Ranma, rubbing her head into his chest as she purred.

At the pokégirl's purring, Ranma smiled and rubbed Grave behind her ear. "I take it you enjoyed that?" Ranma asked seriously.

Smiling brightly, Grave nuzzled and purred. "Oh yes masterrrrrrr."

Looking into Grave's eyes, Ranma smiled. "You don't have to call me master, you know."

At those words, Grave nuzzled him more. "Can't help it, masterrrr."

Ranma sighed good-naturedly and scratched behind Grave's ear, noticing for the first time that it was quite human. Grave purred even louder as Ranma did that to her.

At the sound he heard from Grave, Ranma smiled. Usually anything cat-related, like purring, used to scare the shit out of him! Now... He just reveled in it.

Smiling as she nuzzled, Grave was pleasantly surprised that her master liked to pet her so much. She just lavished the attention. "Mew. Thank you masterrrr."

Ranma smiled. "No need to thank me. I should be thanking you. You're just so cute."

Smiling, Grave blushed lightly at that. "You think I'm cute?" Of course he had said it before, but she wasn't really paying attention before.

Placing his hands under Grave's armpits, Ranma nodded as he lifted the smaller pokégirl on top of him. "Yes. Just so darn cute."

Grave smiled more at him, her tail wagging back and forth in happiness. "Thank you master!" She mewled happily.

Looking into his pokégirl's eyes, Ranma smiled. "You got such a nice smile."

The little Cheetit blinked and smiled, an honest-to-god happy smile. Ranma blinked as he could swear the room just lit up. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Grave purred in Ranma's hands.

Ranma smiled. It just made him feel so glad to know he lifted the pokégirl's spirits so high. Rubbing Grave's stomach, Ranma said, "I'm sure you'll make an excellent addition to the team."

Grave purred as Ranma did that to her. "Rrrrrreally?"

Nodding his head, Ranma answered, "Yes. I mean, you may be small, but you have some REAL magical talent. We'll just work up your stamina, and you'll be a wrecking machine!" Ranma smiled gently. "But for now, we'll take it slow." Winking at Grave, he raised his head to give her a kiss on the lips.

Nodding her head, Grave returned the kiss, she had been worried slightly that her new master would make her work really hard.

After some time, Ranma broke the kiss with Grave. He looked at her seriously, but not harshly. "Grave, I have something to ask you."

"Mew?" the little G-Splice blinked at him.

Nodding his head, Ranma said, "Grave, I know you don't want to return to your ball just yet, but I have to tell you, I do need to tame two more of my girls tonight, and I'd hate for you to just have to sit and watch. But if you want to stay," Ranma blushed, "You can. If you want to go back to you ball, I'll do so. It's all up to you."

Grave thought about it. Going back to her ball wasn't something she wanted, but he was right, her watching him tame the other girls would be torture. "Master?"

"Yes?" Ranma asked, curious as to what the girl wanted.

Grave did a little pout and looked absolutely cute at that moment. "Master, when you're done taming for the night, can you let me out again so I can sleep and cuddle with you? Please? I've never got to cuddle with anyone before."

At hearing the little pokégirl's request, Ranma smiled and nodded his head. "Sure."

The little Cheetit looked him in the eyes. "Really?"

Smiling, Ranma nodded his head. "I promise."

Leaning forward, Grave looked into Ranma's eyes for awhile. Then she nodded. "Okay master. Please don't forget."

Ranma smiled. "I promise I won't," he smiled a bit more, "And If I somehow do forget, I'll let you hit me with a mallet."

Grave giggled and kissed him all over his face. "Thank you."

Ranma smiled. After she was done kissing him Grave nodded. "Okay. I'm ready."

Nodding his head, Ranma leaned over the bed to pick up his belt. He took off the PokéBall that was Grave's and aimed it at her. "Grave! Return!"

A red beam hit Grave, and the pokégirl was reduced into the red-light, and sucked back into the ball. Looking at the ball in his hand, Ranma gently kissed it and placed it back on the belt. He then took out another PokéBall and aimed. "Sheila! I screw you!"

With a flash of red light, out popped an uber-cute Shaguar.

Sitting up on the bed, Ranma smiled gently. "Hey, Sheila."

Sheila blinked and smiled. "Hello master," She purred. "Is it time for a taming?" She hoped it was anyway.

His smiled widening, Ranma asked, "Feeling better? Did the Healing Cycle work?"

Nodding her head, Sheila stood up to stretched. "Yep." She stretched her whole body like a cat would out to get the kinks out. "Felt really good after getting worn out during that fight."

"That's good to hear," Ranma said at hearing she felt better. Nodding his head, Ranma said with a smile, "Yes. You worked and fought hard today. You earned a Taming."

At those words, Sheila jumped up and down a bit. "YAY!" She then glomped onto Ranma, purring as she hugged. "THANK YOU, MASTER!"

Laughing heartily, Ranma hugged Sheila back earnestly.

Sheila nuzzled her cheek against Ranma's as she purred loudly. She was REALLY happy she was getting a taming ahead of schedule. That never happened to her before. Hell, up until Ranma tamed her, she had NEVER been tamed before, save the first time Sextome tamed her to form a bond that is.

Ranma smiled and nuzzled back. His hands went around to her shoulders, to start to pull down her ice-blue one-piece.

Purring, Sheila moved her shoulders a bit so that her master could move her one-piece off easier.

With Sheila's help, Ranma had a MUCH easier time with it. He smiled as his hands pulled the one-piece down to around her thighs. Sheila wore NOTHING underneath the one-piece. "Perhaps we should buy you some panties?" Ranma asked.

Sheila nodded a bit. "That would be nice."

Nodding his head to that, Ranma asked, "I wonder why you didn't pick any up the first time I bought you girls clothing."

At her master's question, Sheila blushed lightly. "Um, I didn't want to bother you with it, master."

Shaking his head lightly Ranma said, "It wouldn't be a bother." Not wasting any more time, Ranma pulled Sheila's clothing off of her fully.

Sheila hugged Ranma tightly, plastering her frame to his. "Master?"

Throwing her one-piece over the side of the bed and gently pushed Sheila back a bit. Ranma looked his little Shaguar over with a large grin on his face. "Still cute as ever."

Sheila purred at that. "Thank you, master."

Smiling back at Sheila, Ranma leaned forward and rolled atop of Shaguar. He quickly went to kissing her petite breasts. Sheila cooed and mewed when Ranma did that to her. "Masster... Yessssss!"

Alternating between the breasts he kissed, Ranma's hands weren't idle. His right hand was down between her legs, feeling along her slit.

Sheila bucked her hips in want as Ranma did that, mewling, cooing and purring the whole time. "Mmmmmasssster! Yesssss! More!"

Smiling at her reactions, Ranma answered, "All right." He then began to nip at her nipples lightly as his hand moved up to rub her clit.

With that, Sheila started to yowl like a little kitten in heat, bucking her hips up a little bit more and faster. "Mew!"

His smile widened, Ranma said, "You kittens mewl so cutely," before going back to lavishing her nipples and areolas of her breasts with her tongue, as his hand went from rubbing to lightly pinching her clit.

Closing her eyes, Sheila moaned loudly. "So, so good. Mew!" She kept bucking her hips upwards as her body started to shake from the sensations. They were just so dammed good.

However, after a few more moments, Ranma stopped. He moved back a little and stood on his knees. "So, Sheila," he asked, starting to blush a little. "How do you want it?" As he stood on his knees, Sheila could see Ranma was VERY erect.

Sheila blushed a bit, realizing that she'd soon have that piece of meat in her again. She spread her legs and looked at him shyly. "Can you tame me like this master? But, please, when you do, can you hug me to you tightly?"

Ranma nodded his head. "All right then," he answered as he began to lean forward, his hands at either side of Sheila's head. His manhood poked a few times at her hips, missing her slit. But soon, Ranma hit true and plowed right on into the tight Shaguar.

Arching her back, Sheila mewled loudly as her master pierced her being. She reached up and hugged him to her tightly. "Master... So good." Her tail went around and ran up and down Ranma's back on it's own accord.

His arms running behind Sheila's back, Ranma hugged the Shaguar back tightly, pressing her into him. He was grinding his hips against hers forcefully. "Mmm... Nice and tight."

Sheila kissed her master on the cheek lightly as he slid all the way into her.

Ranma smiled and kissed her cheek back.

Smiling at how her master cared for her, Sheila mewled and purred, causing her whole body to vibrate slightly.

Moaning a little, Ranma pressed his body against Sheila's tighter as his folds vibrated around his manhood. He began to nip at her shoulder lightly as he continued to grind his hips into hers. And so it went, with Ranma grinding his hips into Sheila's hard.

Sheila mewled and bucked her hips more, trying to get her master's rod into her further and deeper.

Nodding, Ranma said, "Sure thing, Sheila," And began to thrust faster, still hugging Sheila tightly.

Purring, Sheila wrapped her legs around Ranma's waist, melding her body to his completely as he pumped his generous shaft in and out of her tight, dripping hole.

As he went back and forth into his Shaguar, Ranma smiled. Sheila felt so tight around him, so hot and good. He just continued to thrust. He smiled as Sheila nipped his shoulder a bit as he thrusted in and out of her.

After a few more moments, Ranma smiled a bit devilishly as a thought hit him. Grave absolutely loved it when he started to talk dirty, so maybe...

Lightly nipping Sheila's ear, Ranma whispered to her, "My little love-kitten."

At her master's words, Sheila mewed in confusion, but continued to buck her hips.

Ranma blinked his eyes. No real reaction. "Guess it's not her thing," Ranma thought, as he licked along the rim of Sheila's ear and thrusted harder, his hands grabbing her ass and pushing her hips into his.

A shiver of pleasure going up her spine, Sheila shuddered. "Master... Please, what were you... Ooooh, talking about? Uhhh, I, mew, don't have, mew, experience with, mew, that." She mewled a bit more. "My old master would only, uhhh, degrade us, uhhh."

Blushing a bit, Ranma continued to thrust back and forth into his Shaguar. "Nnnn... Was... Was only, AH! Was trying to taaalk dirty."

Sheila nodded. "Mew, why didn't, uh, mew, you say, mew, so?" Sheila shuddered and yowled as she experienced a mini-orgasm.

Ranma moaned as Sheila tightened around him. He had already blown a load earlier with Grave, so managed to hold on. He settled for thrusting harder as her folds trying to keep him still.

Sheila shuddered and mewled loudly as her mini-orgasm was lengthened. "Oh masterrrrrrr! YESS! MORE! PURRRR!"

Doing as Sheila asked, Ranma continued his thrusting, extending Sheila's orgasm. After a bit more thrusting, Ranma began to grind his hips into her's again. He brought one hand back around Sheila to her front-side and began to tease her clit as he thrust. "Do you like my cock?" Ranma forced the blush down as he asked.

Nodding her head rapidly, Sheila had her eyes closed as she mewled. "Yeeesssss! So good! Uh, more please!"

"You got it," Ranma said as he then pinched Sheila's clit tightly. He began thrusting back and forth with all his strength.

Sheila started to yowl and thrash from her master's ministrations. Yet it felt so good. Hell, she'd gladly let her master indulge in spanking and other forms of 'kinky' taming if it meant that she would get tamed and payed attention to.

Ranma smiled at Sheila's reactions, seeing her REALLY feel intense pleasure. He began to thrust his hips back and forth faster and faster, his hand not once leaving her clit as it pinched, tweaked, and pulled the tiny nub of nerve-bundles.

Bucking her hips forward, Sheila squealed in delight and purred loudly, causing her body to vibrate some more as she tried to buck her hips in time with her master's thrusts.

Sweat pouring down his body, Ranma smiled as he thrust faster and faster. "I gotta get her to cum, or else I won't have any energy for Brit after this," Ranma thought seriously.

Suddenly, Sheila's back arched and her pussy clamped down HARD as she went through a mind-blowing orgasm. She yowled like a cat in heat as she came, milking his rod for its seed.

Throwing his head back, Ranma grit his teeth, taken totally by surprise. Moaning Sheila's name, Ranma's manhood twitched and spurt wad after thick wad of semen into the little pokégirl pussy.

Sheila purred and mewled loudly as her master filled her up so good. "Purrrr... Master... Luv you."

At her words, Ranma smiled. His hands went to massage the front-side of Sheila. "Love you too."

Sheila purred.

Grinding his hips into Sheila, Ranma smiled. "How did I get as lucky as to get a sexy little Shaguar as you?"

Looking up at her master, Sheila blushed at the praise. She then leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "I think I'm the lucky one. Master, you're so good."

Ranma smiled and kissed her back. "So are you," Ranma answered back. It honestly amazed Ranma how he was coming to care for all these girls. It was getting to the point that he didn't care if he EVER got back. He just wanted to be with these girls forever.

The Shaguar purred a bit more loudly at that and just hugged Ranma. "Can we cuddle?"

Ranma nodded his head as he cuddled up to Sheila. "For a bit, Sheila. I still have to tame Britanny tonight as well. She deserved something for her hard work today too."

Sheila nodded, she could understand, but for right now, she just wanted to be with her master. "Wanna cuddle with you all night master."

Ranma smiled. "If you want to, you can after I tame Brit," he chuckled, "Though the bed might get crowded a bit."

Staring at her master, Sheila blinked her eyes in confusion. "Mew?"

Smiling back at her, Ranma answered, "You, me, Britanny, and Grave tonight."

Sheila blinked and shrugged. It didn't matter to her, as long as she could sleep with her master and share his warmth, she didn't care. "Okay master."

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

After cuddling with Sheila for a long while, Ranma sighed happily. "Ready to go back in your ball for a bit, Sheila?"

"Okay master. But can I come out when you're done?" The Shaguar looked at him pleadingly.

Looking at Sheila with a smile, Ranma nodded his head. "Of course Sheila. I told you before I'd let you out after. I just want Brit to have some time with me alone since she had to share her first Taming session with Jetta the last time."

The uber-cute pokégirl nodded and kissed Ranma. "Okay master. I'm ready."

Ranma smiled. He bent over to where his clothes were at the side of the bed and picked up his PokéBall Belt. He aimed the PokéBall at Sheila and called out, "Sheila! Return!" Sheila was engulfed in a red beam and then zapped back into her ball.

Nodding his head, Ranma put Sheila's PokéBall away. He then noticed Sheila and Grave's clothing was still on the floor as well. "Oops?" He shook his head. "Ah well. I'll let them all out tonight and they'll get their clothes."

Picking Britanny's PokéBall off of the belt, Ranma held up the ball, and shouted, "Britanny! I Screw You!"

Suddenly a tall and very well endowed Pokegirl of the Cheetit persuasion popped out of her ball in a red and white flash. Smiling brightly, Ranma greeted, "Hey, Brit."

The Cheetit looked at her master and smiled. "Purr. Hey master," Her smile widened upon seeing him naked. "Is it time for a taming?"

Nodding his head, Ranma couldn't keep the grin off of his face. "Now, I know I just Tamed you last night, but you worked so hard earlier today, and won that PokéBattle," he looked at her gratefully. "You earned a Taming ahead of schedule."

Smiling gratefully, Britanny hugged her master tightly, mashing his face into her breasts. "Thank you, master!"

Nodding his head lightly into her chest, Ranma couldn't help but start nuzzling her large, furry, cloth-covered mammaries.

The Cheetit purred and her tail wagged as her master did that to her. She so loved it when he actually touched her breasts.

After nuzzling for a few moments, Ranma pulled his head back a little. "Britanny, could you let me stand up, please?" When Britanny nodded and pulled back a bit, Ranma said "Thanks." He moved his legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. He motioned for Britanny to stand up as well.

She did so. "Master?" The Cheetit asked inquisitively.

Ranma smiled as he circled Brit a bit. He stopped behind her, hugging her from behind as his hands went down to her crotch to unzip the fly of her jeans.

Britanny smiled and purred as she felt her master rub her cloth-covered crotch.

Smiling more, Ranma unbuttoned her jeans. He kneeled as he slowly pulled them down. It was then he got to see the one-piece Brit wore was actually a thong in the back. Smiling, he kissed her butt gently, and kissed down her right leg as he slowly pulled her jeans down.

Her tail wagging back and forth in happiness, Britanny resisted the urge to turn around, toss her master onto the bed and let her do all the work for him for once.

Ranma watched as Britanny stepped out of her jeans. He cupped her ass with his hands, pushing the cheeks together. "Such a beautiful ass," he complimented as he kissed it again, and again and again.

Britanny purred and cooed at that. "Oooh master, you think so?"

Nodding his head, Ranma answered, "Yep."

After kissing her ass a little more, Ranma stoop up again, and undid the clasp at the bottom of her one-piece, revealing her white-furred pussy to him. So, unlike Sheila's, where he had to pull down, Ranma had to try and pull up...

...Too bad Brit was taller than him, and he only got it up to the bottom of her breasts. "Brit? A little help?" Ranma asked in embarrassment.

Britanny smiled and helped him take her one-piece off by lifting it over her head. "Master?" She asked as she tossed her clothing to the side, her breasts swaying gently. "I have a request master."

Nodding his head, Ranma said, "Sure. I was gonna ask you what position you wanted, or if you wanted me to do one thing more than another."

The Cheetit smiled and blushed lightly. "Master. Can you... Eat me out? Until I cum, please?"

"Sure," Ranma answered as he nodded. He then turned Brit to face him. He kissed her stomach.

Britanny purred at that. "Should I lay down master? Or should I sit up and let you eat me out?"

"Whichever you prefer," Ranma answered.

Britanny smiled and went over to the bed. She then lied down on her back and looked at Ranma as she spread her legs and purred at him.

Looking, Britanny over, Ranma smiled. Damn. He knew he enjoyed Sheila and Grave, they were just so caring and loving. But Britanny was STILL a real beauty, a goddess with legs and tits that could get him hard instantly.

The Cheetit blushed as her master looked at her lovingly.

Walking over to the bed, Ranma crawled onto the bed with her. He kissed her right nipple, licking his tongue around the areola. He then kissed the furry breast tissue, and worked his way down. He had to resist the urge to giggle as her body-fur tickled his nose. As he got to her belly-button, Ranma stuck his tongue in there for a little bit and wiggled it.

Smiling, Britanny giggled and purred as her master kissed and worked down her body, worshipping her like a Goddess. In her opinion, he was treating her just too kindly, but she wouldn't complain. Nope! She enjoyed what he was doing to her too much.

Withdrawing his tongue, Ranma continued to kiss down her body. He nuzzled her pubic fur and breathed her slightly musky scent in deeply.

Rearing her head back, Britanny moaned at the sensations her master was giving her. "Master... You're so good to me."

Ranma smiled up at Brit. "Well, you're a good pokégirl." Britanny blushed at that, but purred happily.

Ranma then lowered his head down to her pussy. He started closely at it and smiled. Time for his first trip muff-diving. Placing his hands on her inner-thighs, Ranma began to expertly knead the flesh. He then went and kissed her clit.

Moaning, Britanny bucked her hips upwards. She loved being eaten out. It was as much a turn on for her as when someone would play with her breasts.

Kissing her clit a bit more, Ranma began to suckle on it, his hands continuously massaging her inner-thighs.

Britanny moaned and whimpered as her master did that. Britanny could feel her body temperature heating up and her pussy starting to dribble out fluids as her master sucked on her clit like it was a straw.

Ranma smiled and felt warmth at his chin. Pulling back, Ranma could see her pussy was becoming REALLY moist. Smiling, he dove his mouth right into her slit, suckling on her outer folds to get the love fluids in her pussy-fur.

Closing her eyes tightly, Britanny arched her back slightly, moaning loudly. "Oh yes, master! More!"

At Brit's encouragement, Ranma lightly nipped at her pussy flesh, but not biting hard. He went and began to experimentally dart his tongue into her a little.

The Cheetit cooed and purred as her master did that to her. She bucked her hips in want. Wanting her master to explore her folds with his tongue and ravish her insides with it.

Surprisingly, Ranma actually got the hint and pressed his mouth into her folds. He stuck more and more of his tongue in slowly.

The well-endowed Cheetit moaned out appreciatively. "Oh master, yesss!" She started to purr more as her master's tongue went into her further and further.

Smiling, Ranma's tongue began to move about her inner-folds, pressing his tongue against her vaginal walls whenever he could

Britanny purred and bucked her hips more. It felt so good to have her master's tongue inside of her, teasing her and working her over.

Still smiling as his tongue continued to move about her insides, Ranma nuzzled her clit with his nose as his hands continued to massage her inner-thighs. Again, he had to suppress the urge to laugh as it kind of tickled.

Britanny whimpered as her master did that to her. She moaned loudly as she spasmed, her pussy fluids starting to gush out as she neared orgasm.

Ranma was surprised at the amount of fluids entering his mouth. He tried to swallow faster as he continued to work her over.

Again, Britanny's body trembled and she couldn't hold back anymore. She arched her back, yowling her master's name and cumming all over his face.

Ranma blinked and chocked a little at the sudden onslaught of fluids gushed into his mouth. He tried to swallow her fluids as best he could, but he had to pull back, coughing a bit. There was just so much.

After coming down from her orgasm, Britanny looked at Ranma and her ears bent back in apology. "I'm sorry master," She started to whimper pathetically. "Please forgive me."

Coughing a little bit more, Ranma waved his hand. "It's... COUGH! Okay, really! COUGH, COUGH! Just never gave a girl 'head' before. COUGH! Didn't expect that. I'm fine."

However, seeing her master like that, made Britanny whimper even more. She was so sorry for doing that to him. "I'm so, so sorry, master." Tears sprang up in her eyes and threatened to leak out. The first time she got a chance to be with her master one-on-one, and look what she did to him. "I'm terrible."

Shaking his head, Ranma said, "No! You're not!" Taking a few deep lungful of air to catch his breath, Ranma smiled a Brit. "I'll be fine. Really."

Looking at her master, Britanny just sniffled.

Making a showing of licking his lips, Ranma smiled at Britanny. "How can I be mad when you taste so good?"

Blinking her eyes, Britanny blushed, though her ears were still flattened back in apology. "Really?" She couldn't believe that he wasn't mad at her. "You're not mad at me? Sextome would have beaten me black and purple if I did that to him." She shuddered as she remembered how badly she came off the last time she upset Sextome.

Ranma frowned. "Brit. I told you before. I'm not Sextome. I would never beat any of you girls," he smiled gently to ease her fears as he stuck his head back down. "I care for you all too much." Ranma then stuck his head down between her legs to lick her clean, and try to get some of what he missed.

Britanny arched her back and started to purr as her Ranma licked and cleaned her legs up. He was right, he wasn't Sextome. That bastard wouldn't even bother to have them get cleaned after a taming, stating that since they were just fuck-toys, they didn't deserve to get cleaned up.

Getting her pussy as cleaned of her juices as he could, Ranma sat back up and looked down at Brit. "Hey, Brit... If it's all right... Can I... Uh..." Ranma blushed a bit. "Stick it in?"

The Cheetit nodded quickly. "Please, master."

Ranma smiled and got between her legs. "Thanks, Britanny."

"Purr, thank you master." Britanny smiled at him. "Master, can I taste myself?"

Ranma nodded. He leaned forward to kiss Brit, pretty sure he still had her taste in his mouth.

Britanny moaned into the kiss as she could taste her fluids that were still in his mouth. It was just so good. Her arms wrapped around him as she purred into the kiss. She bucked her hips a bit, wanting his man-meat into her.

Pressing his body into Britanny's, Ranma tried to push into her. His manhood poked about her hips a few times, before hitting her slit. Ranma just thrust on in.

Yowling like a cat in heat, Britanny thrashed as Ranma slid all the way into her.

Ranma smiled. As he was all the way in her, he grinded his hips happily.

Britanny purred and moaned as her master did that. She kissed him on the lips while her tail rubbed over his ass.

Smiling at that, Ranma pulled out of the kiss and looked into her eyes. "My sexy spotted goddess," he complimented as his hands went down to her tits massaging them; playing with the most sensitive part of her body.

Closing her eyes, Britanny arched her back and yowled even louder. "I'm, ooh, uhhh, ah! N-no Goddess! OH YES! MORE!" She started to thrash and squirm as Ranma squeezed her breasts tenderly at times, but then roughly at just the right moments.

"Yes you are," Ranma complimented as he thrust faster. "A beautiful goddess of spots and gold."

Britanny smiled, even with her eyes closed and continued to thrash under his ministrations. No one had EVER complimented her like that before. Even before she was a pokégirl. She cried out in pleasure and started bucking her hips back against his faster as her folds started to tighten up.

Ranma smiled as he felt Britanny tightened up. "Love you, my goddess," Ranma said as he kissed her, "My pokégirl," Ranma kissed again, "My lover," he kissed her again. "My friend, and equal."

Britanny's eyes snapped open at that and she looked at him, even as she continued to thrust against him as best she could. "Really?" It was too much to believe. She knew that he treated her good, but he saw her as a friend and equal? Not as some sex-pet to just fuck for fun when he wanted to or when she needed it?

Nodding his head, Ranma smiled brightly, and thrust harder and faster. "I can't love those I don't see as equals," Ranma kissed her again. "And I certainly love you."

That did it. It wasn't the physical pleasure buildup that caused Britanny to orgasm, no! It was the emotional buildup. She arched her back and came hard! Her folds clamping down on Ranma's rod as her legs wrapped around his waist. "PUURRRR! MASTERRRR!"

Gasping, Ranma was taken aback as Britanny's folds clamped down on his manhood. It was a pressure unlike any others before. He hugged Britanny tightly, pressing his body into her's as he moaned her named, orgasming hard into her as he unloaded his seed into her Cheetit cunt.

Britanny yowled at this and hugged Ranma back just as tightly. The seed filling her up was just so good that amazingly, she had a second orgasm right after her first one. This caused her folds to clamp down extra tight onto Ranma's rod.

Gritting his teeth, Ranma moaned. He tried to continue to thrust a bit, to prolong her orgasm as hard as he could. It was hard too, since her folds were clamped down so tightly!

From all the pleasure, shuddered and purred loudly. "MAAASSSTEEERRRRR!" She yelled out so loud that they could probably hear her all the way to Buckshiny.

Ranma blinked and had to close his eyes and avert his face away from Britanny for a moment, as she then literally glowed brightly. She was like a mini-super-nova underneath him, but without the intense heat, although she did feel warm.

Britanny purred through it all, feeling so happy.

Finally, the glowing stop and Ranma lay on top of the Britanny. She looked no different, just very, very happy. Smiling in relief, Ranma kissed Brit.

Britanny returned the kiss, though her eyes were barely open. "Master? I'm tired."

Ranma nodded his head. "Yeah. So am I... That was just so intense." Smiling, he kissed Britanny on the lips. "You were wonderful."

Returning the kiss, Britanny nuzzled him. "Thank you, master. Can we cuddle all night?"

Ranma smiled. "Sure," he blushed. "I hope you don't mind sharing. I promised Sheila and Grave they could as well after we were done."

Britanny blinked her eyes a bit then shrugged. "It's okay, master. As long as I can cuddle with you tonight." She then blinked as a thought came to her. "Will Grave be mad at me for hurting her in our fight? I did bust her chops up."

Shaking his head, Ranma answered, "I don't think so. She was very understanding once I talked and Bonded to her."

The girl nodded her head. "Okay, master."

Ranma smiled. He tentatively broke away from Brit, and leaned over the bed to get his PokéBall Belt, giving Britanny a nice view of his ass.

The pokégirl smiled and reached over and GOOSED Ranma's rear end. She squeezed that firm buttocks a few times.

Ranma 'eeped' and lifted his head up. He turned his head back and let out a sigh of relief. "Britanniiiieee..." He whined in a teasing voice to show he wasn't upset.

Britanny pouted a bit and continued to squeeze. Hey, if her master didn't tell her to stop, why should she? His buns felt fleshy and warm under her hands.

Rolling his eyes, Ranma sighed. Though he had to admit on some levels, it felt nice. "You have soft hands," Ranma complimented.

"Thank you master," She said shyly. Even her harem sisters never complimented her on her hands. She still squeezed and rubbed her master's ass some more.

Ranma blinked as a thought hit him. "By the way, how's your hand feeling?"

Britanny stopped and held up her hands to him. "See master, all better." Indeed they were, they looked as if they had never been hurt in the first place.

Ranma smiled and kissed her hand as he sat up, the two PokéBalls in one hand of his own. "Beautiful."

Smiling, Britanny could FEEL herself blush at that. She giggled at that thought.

Smiling at Britanny a moment more, Ranma threw the PokéBalls. "Sheila! Grave! I Screw You!"

In a flash of light, the two Uber-cute Pokegirls of his harem popped out. The two shook their heads for a moment before smiling at Ranma.

Ranma smiled back. "I remembered."

The two smiled brightly and glomped him, causing him to fall to the floor.

Ranma landed on the ground with a thud. He chuckled nervously. "Guess we're sleeping on the floor then." He looked up at the bed where Brit was and smiled. "Care to join us?"

Sheila and Grave blushed lightly from knocking their master to the floor.

Giggling, Britanny smiled and hopped down onto the floor, but instead of joining them, she lifted them all up and carried them to the bed before laying them down. "Purr... I think the bed will be more comfortable than the floor."

Ranma smiled a little. "True, but it's also drier down there," Ranma said knowingly at Britanny.

Britanny blushed at that. She forgot what a mess she made of the bed. Grave however had a solution. She waved her hands and the top blanket disappeared.

Whistling, Ranma said, "Neat trick."

Grave twiddled her thumbs a bit. "It's something I learned while my last master had me. That sorceress of his taught it to me. She said it would be able to please a master very well."

Ranma nodded his head. "Well, it's certainly useful." And so, Ranma happily laid beside his pokégirls, loving all their kitty goodness.

Britanny allowed herself to be a pillow/extra mattress for her master and the other two pokégirls. Sheila and Grave were on either side of Ranma. And the three were purring contentedly as they all drifted off to sleep.

They didn't care that they lay there naked, it just felt so natural to them that they didn't care. Britanny was happier than she had been in a long while, as was Sheila. Grave was happy for the first time in her life. If she had her way, she'd make sure that her master was NEVER hurt or in danger again.

Ranma was just content to be with his cat-type pokégirls. So much warmth and fur, and Britanny's breasts made a wonderful pair of pillows. "Spots and rings, spots and rings, such incredible, wonderful, beautiful things," Ranma mumbled sleepily to himself as he was trying to cuddle with all three at once.

Eventually, they all drifted off to sleep, cuddling together and sharing their warmth. They were happy now, and hopefully it would remain that way, but they didn't know what would happen in the near future.

by Philip Weigel

Ranma squinted his eyes as the sunlight decided to wake him up by cracking through the blinds to his room. He groaned and tried to move a hand to cover his eyes when he felt a pressure on it. Looking to the side a bit, he smiled lightly when he saw a rather short, small, but REALLY cute girl with golden fur, black spots and a white underside cuddling up to him and hugging his arm tightly.

Purring, Grave nuzzled happily against her new Master. She had always beeen a light sleeper, a survival instinct of sorts. She just wanted to keep close to this new man in her life, always. He smiled at her and leaned his head back, sighing lightly and happily as he could feel the warm and pliable surface that he was using as a pillow move slightly underneath his head. 'Heh, who would have thought breasts could be so comfortable to rest against?'

In her sleep, Britanny smiled. Even asleep the pleasure in her breasts reached her. If Ranma kept this up, Brit would be ready for another Taming.

The pigtailed martial artist hugged the two cutie kittens to him tighter. It just felt so good to rest like this. He didn't know if he'd ever get back to his world, but right now, these girls needed him, so he wasn't going to let them down.

As Ranma did that, Sheila nuzzled cutely against her Tamer. While Sheila may still have been asleep, the Shaguar reacted to his hugging.

Grave just smiled and continued to nuzzle. "Masterrr..." She mumbled happily.

"Yes Grave?" He responded quietly, so that he wouldn't wake Sheila or Britanny up.

"Mew..." Grave answered quietly, just happy with her master's presence. She hadn't felt this good in... Well... Ever!

Ranma chuckled quietly and gave Grave a quick squeeze, he did the same to Sheila, while rubbing the back of his head on Britanny's breasts. 'Damn, Brit's err, boobs are so soft.' He thought to himself.

"Mew!" Grave mewed happily, practically glueing herself to Ranma's side as she pressed against him.

"Such a cute mew." He thought to himself as he started to pet her, running his hand up and down her back, feeling her fur under his skin.

Smiling at Ranma's ministrations, Grave began to purrr. She was just so happy, she couldn't explain the feeling.

He smiled at hearing her purr. The him of before he got there would probably be so danged nervous just to be in a room of beautiful girls, much less naked ones, that he wouldn't know what to do, now, now it felt good to be with the girls like this.

Smiling, Grave began to lean forward on top of Ranma, "Morning, Masterrr..." She greeted as she began to kiss his stomach.

Ranma's grin was practically splitting his face, but he didn't care, he was happy right now. "Morning Grave. Sleep well?"

"Mew!" Grave answered with a nod of her head as she began to stick her tongue in his belly-button

He giggled at that, he was ticklish there. "That tickles."

As Ranma started to move, he woke up another of the pokegirls. Blinking her eyes once, twice, Sheila let off the cutest yawn.

Ranma blinked and turned his head to her. "Morning Sheila. Did you sleep well?"

Blinking her eyes a few times to get the sleepiness out fo them, Sheila then gave Ranma the CUTEST smile. "Morning Master! I slept well! I hope you did."

Ranma blinked his eyes and could feel a blush coming on. Dang, did she EVER look cute. "Yeah, I did cutie-pie."

The Shaguar purred at hering her master call her cute. Still smiling, Sheila noticed what Grave was doing and decided to help; her Shaguar tongue tracing about his stomach as she licked him.

Ranma started to squirm as his two Pokegirls licked around his navel area. "Hee hee, girls, I'm ticklish there."

Both pokegirls smiled and began to purposely lick all about Ranma's stomach.

Ranma started to giggle and kept wiggling his body, he had his head pressed to Britanny's chest as he wiggled, and even his head was moving on Britanny's breasts. "Girls, please, hee hee, I'm ticklish there, hee hee."

It was then that the Cheetit of Ranma's harem began to woke up. All the movements and pressure on her breasts stirred her from sleep, but hearing her master's voice brought her to awareness.

Purring, Britanny's hand came around to cradle Ranma's nutsack. "Morning, Masterrrrrr..." Britanny purred huskilly as she kissed his ear.

"Girls, hee hee, come on." Ranma squirmed under the ticklish sensations his two cute kittens were giving him before gasping as Britanny grabbed him. "M, morning Brit." He gasped even more as she fondled him more and more down there.

"Morning, Master," Britanny said again happily. Smiling, her hand went to grasp around his manhood.

Ranma let out a low and appreicative moan as his manhood started to stiffen. Watching this, Grave and Sheila started to slow down their licking. Smiling, Britanny began to pump her master's manhood.

He groaned and bucked his hips lightly as she did that. "Uh, Britanny, feels, uh, nice." He shuddered as her soft hands worked him over some more.

Britanny purred. "Master? I know it's greedy, but... Could you tame me later tonight?"

Ranma looked at her. "Um, I think it's Genn's turn tonight." Though he had to admit that he really liked it from her. "Britanny. I'll tame you and Genn tonight okay?" He looked at Sheila and Grave as they pouted a bit. "Do you girls want to get tamed?" Besides, it was morning and he was feeling a bit randy at that moment.

Sheila and Grave looked at each other. They wanted to, but they knew their master needed to keep up his strength. And Sheila especially didn't want Genn to go without knowing the full joy of Ranma. So the girls whispered to each other a little bit, and came to a compromise.

"Well, Master," Sheila started. "We'll be okay, if you give us some 'morning milk'."

"Girls? Um, morning milk?"

All three pokegirls smiled cattily like the felines they were. Britanny began to jerk him off again while Sheila licked the tip of his manhood, while Grave nipped at his nutsack.

Ranma gasped and bucked his hips lightly as the girls worked him over. "If, huu, you meant giving me, uhh, a blowjob, you could've just, uhh, said so."

Both Grave and Sheila began to purr as they worked Ranma over, vibrating his manhood a little. He groaned as he felt them do that. His hands ran down to pet their heads as they worked him over, encouraging them on. Both cat-types smield and began to lick and nip about his manhood more. Ranma's Cheetit just continued to pump her hand up and down his shaft faster and faster.

Ranma closed his eyes and moaned. "Britanny, so good."

"Glad you like," Britanny said as she continued to jerk Ranma off.

Both Sheila and Grave moved one of their hands between their legs so they could work themselves as they licked Ranma over, playing with their own moist catgirl pussies.

He started to breath heavilly from the ministrations. He could normally last longer, but there were so many different sensations coming to him at once, not to mention that he was a bit horny, even after all they did last night, so it was no surprise that he started to breath more and more heavilly with each moment.

Sheila and Grave began to tub their own slits faster. Seeing their master beciem aroused turned them on like nothing else, and they wanted to get off when he did. Britanny just purred as her hand continued to move up and down her master's hard shaft.

He groaned low and long as he tried to hold on, even under the onslaught of pleasure like this. But it became too much. "G, Grave, Sh, Sheila, Brit, Britanny, AHH!" He bucked his hips as his manhood twitched and spasmed, spraying his seed all over.

The cute Shaguar and the cute Cheetit quickly lifted their heads, taking quite a bit of his load onto thir faces. They licked at his manhood, tongues mingling as they got more and more of his wonderful seed. Such actions turned them on greatly and was getting both of them to cum, their pussies overflowing with their love fluids. The taller Cheetit just purred and felt herself getting sticky. God, she couldn't WAIT for another taming later this day.

Ranma panted heavilly as he came down from his high. He blinked as his Pokegirls had already cleaned up the cum from his body. And he got to watch as Sheila and Grave licked each other's faces cleaned, both purring intensly.

He smiled at them. "Girls."

"Yes, master?" All three answered at once.

"That was one HELL of a wake-up."

All three feline pokegirls began to purr as they nuzzled up against their master and lover.

"Good morning milk," Sheila mumbled as she nuzzled.

"Really good morning milk," Grave seconded.

He smiled and hugged Sheila and Grave tightly. 'Life doesn't get much better than this.' It wasn't the sex, which was great in and of itself, it was the companionship and friendship he got from the girls. Both pokegirls purred as Ranma hugged them. They began to nuzzle him back. Britanny was purring as well, hugging him from behind. God, she loved him like nothing else!

"My girls, my friends, my lovers, my equals." He smiled at that, he had to admit, it was true, for him at least.

Grave and Sheila blinked their eyes in surprise. Britanny, already used to this, just hugged Ranma tighter.

"You girls are. You're my friends, my lovers, and... I can't love someone who isn't my equal. You girls are my equals."

Both Sheila and Grave stared at Ranma, who was currently being felt up all about by the amorous Cheetit's hands. "Really?" Grave asked.

"Honestly?" Sheila seconded.

He nodded at them. "Yes. I know that's not how things are supposed to work. But I don't care. I was raised better than that." Well, not really, but he had come to respect people as equals to him if they earned it, and BOY had these girls earned it.

It was then Ranma was covered by three sets of roaming hands. Every background noise was drowned out by the overwhelming purring.

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

Jetta sighed as she looked between her master and her Harem-sister, Gina. The Amazonchan had Ranma rent a high-school textbook from the Greenpeace Library after the girls and Ranma had finished breakfast, (damn, those titty-kitties were hard to get back in their PokéBalls!)

Honestly, Jetta would have preferred to teach her Master how he should be acting when in public, but noooo... He didn't want to hear of it. While Jetta respected how Ranma held onto his ideals of her and the other girls being his equals, she knew that sort of talk would land them in trouble in most part of the world. "Thank the gods we're in the Indigo League at least. It's one of the most liberal," Jetta thought with no small amount of relief.

So, with Ranma being all pissy and whiny about not wanting to have to be such a bastard to his girls, Jetta decided to try another approach. Another thing Ranma was sorely lacking was general knowledge among kindergarteners, for crying out loud!

But still, Jetta knew she wasn't the type to teach history and stuff like that. Yes, she was knowledgeable, but most of it she learned from experience and word-of-mouth. And the Lupina wasn't sure she could get him to listen to her without beating him over the head with something not bolted to the floor.

However, Jetta knew they had one pokégirl with them who was well educated. Hell, the girl had half a dozen PhD's in numerous fields, INCLUDING history, law, politics, and mechanics. She was the one who could get their master to understand... Looking at her master, as he watched Gina, who was skimming over the book, Jetta sighed. She had fought many a tough battles, gotten her Tamers through more than one tournament. So why the hell did this possible situation scare her more than anything else?

Shaking her head, Jetta put thoughts about having a child to the back of her mind. She had to help Gina teach their master about the way the world worked.

"Well, Master," Gina started, trying to sound as authoritative as she could. "Before you learn anything, you need to know why there are pokégirls and how the world came to be like this. I can safely say it all started with one man. Sukebe."

Blinking his eyes, Ranma asked, "Sukebe?"

"Yes. Born as Jim Sukotto, Sukebe was master of technology and magic. He was the person responsible for the creation of pokégirls and the scars created from his war. A great pervert, mage, and scientist, he created the pokégirls as his slaves and later as his way to get revenge. After he was discovered to be doing genetic experiments by reporter Linda McKenzie, it was initially thought his first lab was destroyed. From the destroyed lab came the cursed Jusenkyo Spell Dump."

Ranma sat up straight. "Jusenkyo?"

"Yes," Gina answered. "Several years later, Sukebe came back and whne he did, he used his powers to unleash a nightmare to the people of the Earth. A war that would become known as 'Sukebe's Revenge'. The Revenge lasted from 10 BS to 0 AS, although some researchers and historians argue it started in 11 BS, since that is when the first reports of 'humanoid monsters', the pokégirls first appeared in remote areas. It was believed that at the end, after his pokégirls were turned back on his troops, that he was destroyed in the Battle of the San Bay. However, there does not exist any proof that he was in fact killed."

Raising a hand, Ranma asked, "BS and AS?"

"Before and After Sukebe," Gina answered simply. "Now, I know you know what pokégirls are, but do you know the two types?"

Ranma blinked his eyes. "Elements?"

"No, Domestic and Feralborn." At her Master's headshake, Gina explained, "There are two categories of pokégirls, Domestic and Feralborn. Feralborn pokégirls are birthed, usually by parthenogenesis, by pokégirls who have themselves gone Feral. Since they spend their formative years living like wild beasts, they are very animalsitic in thought and possess strong powers," Gina looked at Jetta. "From my understanding, Jetta was a borderline Feralborn when she was birthed, since her mother was Feral when it happened."

Jetta frowned. "I was born human though. I maintain humanistic thoughts!"

"True enough, which still makes you a Domestic." Gina said. "Domestic pokégirls are ones that were either born in a Breeder's farm or were a human female that underwent Threshold, like my sister and I." Gina sighed. Shaking her head, she continued. "Domestic pokégirls normally have less power than a Feralborn ones, but will possess more intelligence. It is possible to increase a Feralborn pokégirl's intelligence, but most Tamers consider this is a waste of time when they could be enhancing their combative skills. All pokégirls have a lifespan equal to that of humans, save those with the Longevity enhancement."

"How so?" Ranma asked, not knowing what 'longevity' meant.

"Longevity enhancement can make a pokégirl live for centuries. They undergo their first puberty normally, but only undergo their second one when they reach middle age for them, which can take hundreds of years. Pokégirls all have strong desires to have sex, to a greater or lesser degree depending on the specific type of pokégirl, but these hormones only kick in during their first puberty, which happens around the same time a human girl would undergo maturity. Pokégirls are infertile as far as normal reproduction goes, being able to bear young only from parthenogenesis. There are several categories of pokégirls which describe what abilities they have or what their general attitude is like. These abilities are now used in many things aside from combat, as most technology was destroyed during Sukebe's War. While some hate pokégirls, most understand that this is the only way humans will survive in this chaotic world.

Ranma nodded his head to this. Although some terms like 'parthenogenesis' and 'longevity' flew over his head. Still, he knew if he asked, he'd probably get a long, boring explanation. And sticking to the ninth tenant of the Saotome School of Anything Goes, 'If you don't understand, fake it', Ranma just continued to nod his head like one of those bobbing-figures.

Still, one thing DID make him curious. "What can you tell me about Jusenkyo?" After all, if there WAS a Jusenkyo in this world, Ranma might be able to find a cure for his damned curse! (Which, oddly enough, had barely made an appearance since he got to this world.)

Gina blinked her eyes in surprise at her master's interest, although it impressed her he was taking this seriously. "The Jusenkyo Spell Dump is an unholy land near where the first of Sukebe's labs was. After the labs destruction, many relics and experiments filtered down to a land that was transformed into a nightmarish area, filled with mutated plants and no animals, and several thousand springs of water. These springs are the actual horror; anyone who touches a spring is completely transformed into a pokégirl! These transformations are permanent; there is no known way to reverse or cure them. The Jusenkyo area is a Forbidden Zone, open only to pokégirl researchers and the upper people of the Pokégirl Leagues. Even so, many people venture there so that they can say they visited this twisted land, or to find some person who had a brush-in with a spring and capture them."

Frowning a little, Ranma nodded his head. Damn. Another dead-end. "Ah well... Anything else I should know?" A thought hit Ranma. "How about how the hell those PokéBall thingies work?

Gina nodded her head, pleased that her master was being so inquisitive. A person only learned when they wanted to. "The PokéBalls is a piece of technology that was designed from stolen blueprints from one of Sukebe's labs. This item allows a Tamer to catch a pokégirl and keep them in a container the size of a large baseball. PokéBalls are electronically registered to the one that owns them with a PokéDex. Pokégirls kept in PokéBalls are normally subjected to pleasure/pain training to obey their Tamer, during which they are instructed to repeat phrases of submissiveness and obedience."

Ranma gawked at Gina. "What!?"

"Yep," Jetta spoke, familiar with the experience. "Compliance and obedience are rewarded with sexual pleasure. Resistance and defiance is punished with mild but shocking pain and nausea." Jetta smirked. For decades, she had been able to stand up to those PokéBalls for the most part, only recently letting them sink in. After all, she had a Tamer who deserved her full attention.

Ranma nodded. "Do those things do anything else to you girls."

Nodding her head, Jetta answered, "Despite being physically in a state of suspended animation, we're still awake while inside PokéBall, in order to undergo the training. I can honestly say that time seems much longer inside the PokéBall, with minutes seeming like hours to them." Jetta shrugged. "Although I hear some pokégirls who are fully compliant with the training are able to pretty much ignore it, and can even sleep.

"Also, Master," Gina spoke up, "Pokégirls in a PokéBall can be transported back to storage where they can undergo healing and Taming cycles. Catching a pokégirl in a PokéBall links that PokéBall to that pokégirl. Until the data is wiped from it, it cannot be used to capture another pokégirl, and its recovery beam will only affect the pokégirl it's keyed to. PokéBall are registered to the Tamer who uses them by having information loaded into them via a PokéDex. All PokéBalls act as contraceptives, more as an added precaution against parthenogenesis than anything else, since pokégirls aren't fertile until they become pokéwomen."

Ranma nodded his head as he heard about the PokéBalls. They sounded like they were hell on a pokégirl. And there was that damn word again. 'Parthenogenesis'.

Shrugging, Ranma just mumbled, "What else?"

"Well, you should probably know how a Tamer becomes a Tamer, and what their main purpose is," Gina said.

"Sure," Ranma mumbled, his eyelids starting to feel heavy.

*CRASH*!

Letting out an 'eep', Ranma jumped from where he sat, seeing a broken lap on the floor to his right.

"Pay attention, Ranma!" Jetta snapped. "You need to know this stuff!"

"All right, all right," Ranma said, waving a hand in effort to placate the irritated Lupina.

Nodding her head, Jetta said, "Gina, explain."

Staring at the spot Jetta had thrown the lamp, Gina nodded her head slowly. "A Tamer is a person whose primary job is to make sure that the Feral pokégirls of the world don't finish what Sukebe tried to do. In order to do this, they must Tame other pokégirls to fight for them, as the only effective way to fight a pokégirl is with another pokégirl."

Snorting, Ranma said, "Yeesh! I could probably take on a pokégirl if I wanted to," Ranma said, a bit of his pride coming to the fore. "I mean, you girls are pretty good, but you're on par with a lot of my rivals, if not a little better. I could handle myself."

The Lupina and Amazonchan gave each other a look that said, 'Yeah, right!' Coughing into her hand, Gina continued to explain what a Tamer is to Ranma. "In order for a Tamer to be official, they must pass a somewhat easy test to gain their basic license. After passing the test, Tamers will be given identification saying what they are (normally a PokéDex), six empty PokéBalls, a copy of the award-winning book, 'Taming for Dummies', and congratulations. In order for them to have more than six pokégirls, they must pass a more advanced test for a storage license. When a Tamer reaches a rank of Level 65, they are allowed to take yet another test. This will allow a Tamer to have eight pokégirls on rotation at once, instead of six. However, the two now allowed out are not for fighting, and must be listed under non-combative rolls such as cooking, teaching, or something along those lines." Gina looked at Ranma and added, "Sextome already passed all those tests. It's why you haven't had to send Grave or one of us into storage, since your PokéDex probably automatically enlisted her under a non-combative role."

Speaking up, Jetta added, "And you probably should switch that position with Genn. She's still low on energy, and I think the new G-Splice would be better for battle."

Ranma nodded and asked, "How do I do that?"

"With this," Gina answered as she held up his PokéDex. She opened it and started fiddling around with it as she continued to explain more about Tamers. "Tamers are considered to be fulfilling a League function in their jobs, but they are not paid for what they do. They survive by living off the land, as detailed in 'Taming for Dummies', since the book has everything a Tamer needs to know, and by frequently visiting the ever-helpful PokéCenters. Most Tamers have family and friends they can also count on for extra cash, clothing, food, and shelter as well. Additionally, most PokéBattles against a Gym Leader involves a modest cash prize if the Tamer defeats the Gym Leader (along with the badge). Some Tamers also have pokégirls who can produce food and drink (such as a Chickenlittles, KhangAssCunts, Milktits, etc.) with them as well, and many pokégirls can fish, gather plants, and prepare food as well.

Scratching his head, Ranma bluntly asked, "How come you're telling me all this instead of letting me use that book you keep mentioning. 'Taming for Dummies'."

Sighing, Gina answered, "Because Sextome already tore out the pages and used them as toilet paper long ago."

Frowning, Ranma grumbled, "Aw, crap."

"You could say that again," Jetta mumbled irritably. That Sextome always was such an inappreciative bastard. May he rot in hell.

Leaning back, Ranma mumbled, "Anything else?"

Scratching her chin, Gina answered, "Well, you should probably know about storage."

"Storage?" Ranma asked, lowering his head down in thought.

"Yes," Gina said. "As I mentioned earlier, a registered Tamer may take a test, one more difficult than the test to become a Tamer, in order to have a storage account. This allows him to store pokégirls in excess of his personal six. Stored pokégirls are kept in their PokéBalls inside the storage chamber. Unlike with a normal PokéBalls, the storage chamber interfaces with the PokéBall so that the 'balled pokégirls are in a true state of suspended animation, mentally and physically. Storage place tend to be in PokéCenters, like most of pokégirl-related functions. While there is no limit on the amount of pokégirls that can be kept in storage, virtually all leagues have a time limit on how long a pokégirl can be kept in storage at a stretch before the one who captured her loses her. Note that this time limit is only for consecutive time; a pokégirl can be brought out for an afternoon and that'd be enough to "reset" her time in. The storage device itself keeps track of how long each pokégirl has been there and who owns her, via the information in the pokégirls. Pokégirls left in storage too long become property of the Leagues. What is done with them varies on the league in question; some turn them over to Breeders, some use them as free "starting" pokégirls for new Tamers, some release them into the wild, and some even euthenize them! Whatever the method, it's embarrassing to a Tamer to lose pokégirls via staying in storage too long, since it reflects badly on their ability to manage their pokégirls." Looking over at Jetta, Gina said, "Good thing Master doesn't use the Storage Units, right?'

Jetta nodded her head. "Most definitely." Shaking her head, Jetta looked at Ranma and asked, "What else do you feel confused about?"

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

Jetta nodded her head. "Most definitely." Shaking her head, Jetta looked at Ranma and asked, "What else do you feel confused about?"

For his answer, Ranma just fell over onto his side, a snot-bubble enlarging and shrinking on his right nostril.

"WAKE UP, RANMA!" Jetta yelled quite irritably, as she started to tear a desk off from the bolts that connected it to the floor.

Shaking her head, Gina just mumbled, "Oh, Master..."

(-)

With a sound that was reminiscent of a dozen hollowed-out whiffle-bats being swung back and forth, the teleportation marker at the front of the Floating Magical Island of Vain had someone come in.

Séance Leer stood on the marker that was the sigil of a pentagram. Looking about, he could see Mages, both male and female walking about on their business, usually a pokégirl or two following their owners. He grunted as he made his way towards the Local Healer's/PokéCenter. He needed to get the two pokégirls he still had healed up. "So I can start over."

Sighing, Séance kept a slow pace; knowing that this was just not his week.

(-)

"Ow, damn it," Ranma grumbled as he rubbed the side of his head. "What the heck was that for, Jetta?"

The Lupina's eye twitched considerably. "Ranma! How could you just fall asleep!? We're trying to teach you as best we can, but it's no good if you fall asleep!"

Scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, Ranma apologized. "Sorry. I kinda get bored when people give lectures. And I was up late last night anyway Taming some of the girls."

Rolling her eyes, Gina mumbled, "Well, he certainly makes excuses like a Tamer at least."

Blushing so that he looked like a ripe tomato, Ranma averted his eyes from his pokégirls. Man, did it ever suck having to be the master of a bunch of women who were so much smarter than you some times.

(-)

"Hello again, Séance," A NurseJoy greeted the young apprentice mage/pokégirl tamer as he walked into the reception area of the PokéCenter. "What service is it that I may perform for you today?"

Moving locks of black hair from his face, Séance took two PokéBalls off of his belt and placed them on the counter that the NurseJoy was working at. "Healing Cycle for these two."

Blinking her eyes, the NurseJoy said, "Two, I thought you had three...pokégirls..." The NurseJoy trailed off at the look on Séance's face. "Oh. I'm sorry."

Shaking his head, Séance just snorted in disgust. "Look, it wasn't much of a loss. Just heal what I have left, Joy."

"Sure, Séance," the NurseJoy responded as she took the two PokéBalls and carried them over to the Healing Machine. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Not bothering to answer her, Séance turned and started to leave. All he said was, "I'll be back in a few hours. Hold my pokégirls until then."

Nodding her head slowly, the NurseJoy of the Vain PokéCenter answered, "All right."

Watching the young Tamer leave in such a foul mood, the NurseJoy shook her head. "So much rage and contempt for one so young. Very sad indeed."

(-)

Ranma stared at Gina blankly. "Parthenogenesis is WHAT!?"

"Self cloning," Jetta answered bluntly.

"WHAT!?" Ranma asked again, not believing what he was hearing.

Sighing, Gina answered, "I'll explain one more time. Parthenogenesis is a form of asexual reproduction among pokégirls. This can only happen to pokégirls, not pokéwomen. The pokégirl spontaneously becomes pregnant, with no apparent trigger. The pregnancy takes the normal amount of time, but the children born are always pokégirls of the exact same type as the mother, usually in litters of two to five. The newborns grow up to be physical clones of their mother, with the same eye and hair color, birthmarks, that sort of thing. While parthenogenesis can theoretically strike any pokégirl, it usually only happens to Feral ones, with the only known exceptions being when a Breeder uses a Breeding Chamber to artificially incite parthenogenesis in a pokégirl he owns.

Still wide-eyed, Ranma scratched his head. "So you CAN become pregnant? Dang! And here I thought only Jetta and Genn could get pregnant," Ranma said, not noticing his Lupina wince.

"In a sense," Gina. "That's why PokéBalls act as contraceptives, as to prevent parthenogenesis."

Nodding his head, all Ranma could say was, "Dang."

(-)

"Ghaleon!" Séance called out as he entered the research laboratory of wizard and pokégirl researcher, Ghaleon. "Are you in here, Prof?"

No answer.

Straining his ears, Séance could heard the strings of a sitar playing. "He's in his courtyard," Séance mumbled as he then started storming through the entrance, looking for a door that would lead to behind Ghaleon's lab. He found one rather easily.

Outside, Séance did indeed find the good professor of magical pokégirl sciences. The elder white-haired gentleman who didn't look a day over twenty, (thanks to his Youthful Vigor Blood Gift) was wearing a purple tunic and sandals rather than his black robes, and playing the sitar rather skillfully. Yes, he was deep into his own trance music.

Walking over to Ghaleon, Séance coughed a little to clear his voice. "GHALEON!" Séance then shouted again, only this time into the man's pointed-ear.

A string of his sitar sprung loose as Ghaleon fell over onto his side from the sheer force of Séance's shout. Wiggling a finger in his ear for a moment to try and regain his hearing, Ghaleon stared flatly at his sometimes-apprentice. "You bellowed?"

Séance looked at his sponsor seriously. "Prof. Ghaleon, we have a problem."

"Do tell..." Ghaleon mumbled as he looked at the broken sitar string. Damn it! He had just gutted a Catgirl to make these strings last week!

Frowning, Séance spoke out, "I'm serious!"

"So am I, you idiot!" Ghaleon shouted back at his feeble-minded apprentice. "These strings just don't grow on trees, you know!?"

Wincing a little at his trainer's verbal reprimand, Séance calmed down enough to speak in a more even tone. "Prof. Ghaleon, I'm serious. We've got a very serious problems on our hands."

"Oh?" Ghaleon asked, staring sideways at his apprentice. "Like what?"

"One concerning Sextome," Séance said irritably.

Nodding his head at that, Ghaleon seriously asked, "Did the Daimon I gave you do the trick and help you win back that very rare Rack-Shasa?"

Shaking his head, Séance muttered, "Not exactly."

Leaning forward, Ghaleon said, "Do tell..."

(-)

Cracking his back, Ranma asked, "Can we break for lunch yet?"

"No, Master," Gina said as she shook her head. "You need to learn as much as you can. While you have the chance too."

Rolling his eyes, Ranma asked, "Do I gotta?"

"Yes, Ranma," Jetta spoke up. She loved the kid, she knew she did. But right now, he had REALLY been trying her nerves. "You have to understand, there will be severe consequences if you get caught! We can't just let you shoot your mouth off without knowing what people talk about or how they act. Hell, it might have been dumb luck you got us through that first PokéBattle with Séance!"

Of course, deep down Jetta knew Ranma did so well because of ingrained instinct, it just had to be. But she wasn't going to tell him that. Nope! She felt he needed some incentive to learn this, and she didn't want him getting a swelled head like a lot of Tamers tend to get.

Sighing, Ranma sat back and wrapped his arms behind his head. "Okay, okay... I'll wait... Well, what do you suggest we talk about now?"

"Speaking of PokéBattles," Gina piped up, "Perhaps you should hear a rundown of pokégirl elements, Master. It will give you at least a basic idea of how you should use us and fight against other pokégirls in PokéBattles."

Nodding her head in agreement, Jetta said, "Yes, Gina, I think that would be for the best. This way, Ranma will understand how to use us efficiently in fights."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ranma said, "All right." Though, truth be told, Ranma would prefer to fight his own battles. Too bad no one here seemed to know how to fight without using pokégirls.

Looking at her master, Gina said, "First we'll go over the elements you've seen, and then I'll tell you about the others. The most common type of pokégirls are the 'Normal-type'. These are the most underestimated, because most uneducated people assume that since they have no special elemental skills, that they are therefore easy to defeat. Many people who encounter the more aggressive Normal-type pokégirls normally don't survive the encounter. However this is rare, as most Normal-type pokégirls are peaceful and domesticated. There are also many subdivisions of Normal, those being the animal categories as many Normal-types take the traits of animal categories of certain animals that existed before the time of Sukebe. Jetta for example is a Normal-type, her species category being wolf."

Nodding, Ranma looked at Jetta, and shrugged it off. "All right."

Seeing her master accept that, Gina continued. "While not suited for combat most of the time, they possess many skills that are useful outside of combat and also have a higher amount of intelligence then other elemental pokégirls, barring the Magic and Psychic-types. Most commonly, they are strong against Ghost-types, but weak against Fighting-type pokégirls."

Ranma nodded his head. "What about you, Gina?"

Gina said, "Well I, Britanny, and to a lesser extent, Sheila, are Fighting-type pokégirls. Fighting-type pokégirls are some of the hardest pokégirls to recognize, as most of us look like normal females, at least until we start picking up steel girders and bend them! This type of pokégirl is usually domesticated and works with normal people since they are so easily mistaken as a human female unless they show off their powers. Some fighters also use weapons to augment their skills or posses a natural affinity for a certain weapon and take such skills into incredible realms of mastery. The majority of Fighting-type pokégirls are found in the Joketsuzoku preserve, a place of training and learning of the most powerful Fighter skills."

Ranma gawked. "Joketsuzoku!?" There were analogues of the Amazons here TOO!? Oh that was just freaking perfect!

"Yeah," Gina said. "What about it?"

Shaking his head, Ranma said, "Nothing. What else can you tell me about Fighting-types?"

"Well, Fighting-types are naturally strong against Bug, Dark, Ice, Normal, Rock, and Steel-type pokégirls. Unfortunately, we Fighting-types have a natural weakness against Flying and Psychic-types.

Ranma nodded his head. Okay. I remember Jetta said Sheila is an Ice-type. What's that all about?"

"Well," Gina started, "Originally thought of as a sub-division of Water, Pokégirl Researchers discovered that Ice and Water-types were completely different. Ice-type pokégirls are extremely difficult to Tame due to the fact that they by nature are loners and trying to Tame them usually requires special conditions, (especially for the Tamer!)

Ranma blinked his eyes. "But Sheila was VERY affectionate."

"Well, you have to remember, she also has the sub-division of Fighting-type," Gina explained. "Icce-types are also rare to find, since they only live in arctic temperatures. The only reason why an Ice pokégirl would be in a climate other than their liking is because they were either raised in such a one, (Domesticated) they are Tamed and their owner is in such a climate, or they are seeking something, (normally revenge). Ice pokégirls will also hunt down someone if they feel they have been wronged, but a smart person being hunted will run as fast as they can to someplace warm where an Ice-type will normally give up the chase for then. But woe to those that tempt fate a second time! Ice-types are not only strong against Flying, Ground, other Ice, and Plant-type pokégirls, but they are also one of the few elementals that can stand up to the rare and very powerful Dragon-type pokégirls. However, they are normally weak against Fighting, Fire, Rock, and Steel-type pokégirls."

Ranma nodded his head to that. "Okay. Well what about Genn? She's the same type of pokégirl that Séance guy used."

Shrugging her shoulders, Gina explained, "Little is known about Magic-type pokégirls. Researchers that try to gain one always seem to lose it as soon as they get it, or they get into some predicament that forces them to release their pokégirl. What is known is that Magic-types are capable of using abilities that act like an elemental attack. The pokégirl herself seems to choose what skills they learn. There are two types of pokégirls in Magic-type; strong and weak. Pokégirls like FairyCute possess little magical powers while pokégirls like Megami seem to possess strong powers. Research has yet to determine what the limits are for Magic-type pokégirls."

Ranma nodded his head again. "That's good..." He said in a monotone voice.

Gina nodded. "Indeed. Shall I explain more, Master?"

"..."

"Master?" Gina asked curiously.

Ranma fell over onto his side, a snot-bubble enlarging and shrinking on his right nostril.

"DAMN IT, RANMA!" Jetta shouted. "I SAID, PAY ATTENTION!"

by Philip Weigel

Seance Leer looked at Prof. Ghaleon and shook his head in a negative fashion. "I didn't win back that rare Rack-Shasa. Dammed Sextome won the battle and took away my G-Splice. Not that she was all that good in the first place."

The older man nodded, 'hmm'ing.

"Dammit! If only I hadn't underestimated his Shaguar!"

"Oh?" Ghaleon asked with a raised eyebrow. "A Shaguar huh? I don't see how you could have underestimated one of those things. You know as well as I do that they're fairly tough fighters, even against psychic, magic and fire Pokegirls."

Seance scoffed at him. "Little bitch looked like she wasn't even a teenager. So I didn't think she was that strong, and she took down my Sorceress and weakened my Daimon for that bastard's Cheetit to finish off."

"A Cheetit?" The older man asked in a slightly surprised voice. "Hmm, not exactly a common Pokegirl is it?"

"Nope. But the bastard got lucky and took out my Daimon, then I let my G-Splice out and the little wench goes and loses." Seance sneered a bit at that. "I left her behind, no use in using something that weak."

Ghaleon nodded, he could easilly understand. After all, you don't use weak Pokegirls to win matches. "Well, I think what cost you that match was his Shaguar."

"Gee, you think?" Seance asked in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice.

The professor ignored it and continued. "So I think you'll need a powerful fire-type to be able to win against him. However, you may need another Pokegirl for backup."

"Backup? What backup?"

The older man cleared his throat and stood up, beckoning Seance to follow him. "Well, she's a Heroine, and no one in Vain wants her, I was going to send her away, but apparently you need some help."

Seance narrowed his eyes and scoffed. "A fighting-type? I'm a magic-type trainer, not a fighting type trainer."

Ghaleon chuckled and nodded. "I know. No one would suspect you would have a fighting-type now would they?"

Seance nodded, it made perfect sense to him. The next time that he and Sextome went head-to-head he'd be the winner out of surprise. "Okay, what about this fire-type then?"

"Ah! I'm glad you asked, Seance. She's a Vixxen, and you know how powerful those Pokegirls can get."

Seance nodded and started chuckling, rubbing his hands together. FINALLY, he had something to take down Sextome! "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"Seance, could you NOT do an evil villian cackle here?"

"Oops! Sorry Professor."