Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ PokeRanma ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

 

 

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For the last time, this story is not a damn lemon! I can't write lemons, have no clue how to write them, and don't intend to make this or any other of my stories a lemon. I know it is near impossible to write a pokégirl story that is not a lemon, but I have taken the challenge, and I am winning.

 

For those of you who can't seem to grasp that this is not, was not, and will never be a lemon story, then move along, and stop informing me that you think it is a lemon. It is at best a Rated R story. Every suggestion of sex has only been alluded to, not described in any detail.

 

As such, I have tried not to alter the pokégirl descriptions of metroanime's universe anymore than necessary. If you feel that I have missed a portion that could possibly be construed as an NC-17 suggestion, then include it in the review and I will change it.

 

Blank notions of “you need to change something” and then leaving the something blank does not help.

 

Once again; NOT A DAMN LEMON!!!

 

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For those who don't know which Tendo is which, let me list them for you now.

 

Nabiki: CHESHIRE, the Mischievous Cat Pokegirl (started off as Kitten)
Type: Near Human Animorph (feline)
Element: Psychic
Frequency: Rare
Diet: human style foods
Role: spy/courier used in various League agencies
Libido: Average/High
Strong Vs: Fighting, Poison, Psychic
Weak Vs: Bug, Dark, Ghost
Attacks: Fade, Teleport, Scratch, Kitty Litter, Fury Swipes, Lick
Enhancements: Psychic talents (Chameleon, Teleport, Aura Sight), Speed,
Enhanced Hearing, Night vision, Flexibility
Evolves: Shadowcat (Dark Stone)
Evolves From: Catgirl (Psi Crystal), Kunoichi (Cat E-Medal)
Cheshire is a mischievous cat that can use Fade to blend in with her
surroundings, or can teleport short distances on her own and up to 20 pounds of equipment. She is not a frontline fighter, despite her speed and ability to inflict some damage with her claws. Cheshire is best suited to courier, or as a spy. Cheshires normally have a rivalry with Kunoichi, as their area of expertise is identical. A Cheshire can also be evolved up from a Kunoichi with an extremely rare Cat E-Medal, but most of them don't even know it.


Akane: AMACHOP, the Tough Pokegirl
Type: Humanoid
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Uncommon to Rare
Diet: human style
Role: physical labor, particularly in construction
Libido: Low, often more interested in testing her strength
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Rock, Normal, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic
Special Weakness: Can't swim
Attacks: Body Slam, Toss, Crushing Punch
Enhancements: high density, armored skin, Enhanced Strength (x8), reinforced
musculoskeletal structure
Evolves: Amachoke (normal), Amachamp (evolved Amachoke; normal)
Evolves From: None
Amachop are short (4'0") grey-skinned and tough. Despite their apparent
size and slender builds they eat as much as a larger pokegirl and weigh over two hundred pounds. Their physical density is such that small arms fire during Sukebe's War was ineffective against them.

 

 

Kasumi: MILKTIT, the Cowgirl

Type: Animorph, Semihuman

Element: Normal

Frequency: Uncommon (Johto) to Rare

Diet: herbivore, can digest almost any plant material

Role: milk producer

Libido: High

Strong Vs: Ghost

Weak Vs: Fighting

Attacks: Rollout, Warm Milk, Busting Out, Cream, Butter Up

Enhancements: High elastic levels, skin recovers quickly, slight animalistic features. Breasts can produce up to 45 gallons per day of milk, internal glands can alter the milk to a soporific, a sedative, a hormonally affecting drug, or a hypnotic.

Evolves: Minotaura (battle stress), Mooncalf (Moon Stone)

Evolves From: None

This pokegirl produces extremely nutritious milk that can triple the

healing rate of injured pokegirls. Her diet is strictly vegetarian, but she can digest almost any vegetable matter. Milktit's breasts swell over the course of the day with milk, requiring frequent milking in order to not be immobilized by the size of her breasts. Any pokegirl who drinks Milktit milk will herself lactate for roughly a week afterwards, their breasts swelling to accommodate the milk they're producing. The milk of those pokegirls will not cause other pokegirls to lactate, and they cannot make their milk anything other than healthy and sweet-tasting.

Kimiko: MOUSEWIFE, "never underestimate the power of a Johto League Mousewife"
Type: Anthropomorph, Near Human
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: human style foods, cheese has special effects
Role: most often a domestic "pet", eagerly sought by many for noncombatant tasks
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting, fear attacks
Attacks: Tackle, Dodge, Scratch, Kick, Agility, Cheer Up
Enhancements: Night Vision, extremely good digestive system, enhanced intuition, high range and sensitivity hearing, sensitivity of sense of touch is x8 human, enhanced dexterity and coordination (x4)
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Titmouse (normal)
While the Titmouse is a common pokegirl that is often traded and thought of as useless by most League officials, the occasional one evolving to Mousewife is treasured by Breeders, pet owners, and a variety of others. When evolving, the four foot tall Titmouse loses much of her fur, the muzzle, and other animalistic qualities as she grows to an average height of five feet even. She becomes considerably more intelligent but also more docile towards authority figures.
Mousewife is a fastidiously clean, domestically oriented pokegirl. Even the most tomboyish and clumsy Titmouse becomes more graceful and suddenly "gets" the concept of housework, becoming proficient in short order.
Threatening a Mousewife will quickly intimidate one unless her "lair" or children or Tamer (especially if any sort of affectionate bond exists) is also threatened. At which point it has been reported that even Psi-dykes and Tomboys have been known to back away from the terror that is an enraged Mousewife. This is caused by a form of battle rage that slumbers within the quiet and gentle domestic's heart, tapping into latent psychic potential and combining it with an adrenal state. This is not generally known beyond the simple catchphrase that has circulated for over one hundred years: "never underestimate the power of a Johto League Mousewife."
When a Mousewife is not in this battle mode, they tend to define terms like "sweet and gentle" or "quiet and demure" - this is not an act or pretense. A Mousewife who has found a Tamer who responds to her behavior with thoughtfulness or open affection is sometimes prone to daydreaming, but the typical Mousewife in this situation is forgiven such faults.

 

 

 

 

Nodoka: HEROWU, the Heroic Weapon-Using Pokegirl

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Fighting

Frequency: Rare

Diet: human style foods, especially rice

Role: warriors, bodyguards, weaponsmasters

Libido: Average (High with a Tamer they like)

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

Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic

Attacks: Chi Blast, Parry, Punch, Kick, Deflect, Bonk, Sword Dance, Swordwave, Flame Sword Mark II, Electric

Blade Mark II, Ice Blade Mark II

Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x7), Enhanced Reflexes (x3), Enhanced Speed (x2), Endurance, Weapon

Proficiency

Evolves: None

Evolves From: Amazonwu (normal)

When an Amazonwu is Tamed enough and wins enough fights, she is able to make the jump to becoming a Herowu.

A Herowu likes to consider herself the epitome of her weapon. To her, the weapon she has specialized in is nothing more than an extension of herself. She is literally never without it, keeping it on her when she eats, sleeps, bathes, Tames, or whatnot. Her dedication to her weapon is so great that it becomes more than a focus of battle for her.

Experienced Tamers know that using a Herowu`s weapon to help Tame her turns the Herowu on greatly. A Herowu that specialized in a sword becomes very wet when the cold metal is pressed to her nipples, and when the handle is pushed into her cunt and pumped back and forth, she is quickly reduced to a moaning, writhing frenzy. This fetish

never becomes a painful one though. No Herowu enjoys being cut or beaten with their weapon, much to the disappointment of pokegirls that enjoy domination.

In combat, a Herowu always uses her weapon to attack and defend. Even if her weapon isn't a sword, she is still able to use all of the listed attacks with it, despite many of them having the word "sword" or "blade" in them. They usually use the best appropriate on their weapon when fighting an opponent that is weak versus that element. Should

they ever be disarmed, they try to get back to their weapon, using Parry to defend themselves until they can reach it. If they are in dire straits without their weapon, they can use Punch and Kick, but these do relatively little damage. A smart Tamer withdraws his Herowu from combat if she loses her weapon.

Herowus are not full of themselves, despite their superb skills with their chosen weapons. They don't rise to challenges and baitings as easy as some other Fighting-types, although they still do rise to them if persistently sent at them. Should they lose their weapon, they seek to recover it if possible, but they aren't obsessive over this. To them, having a new one bought/made for them serves just as well, as long as it's the exact same type of weapon. Like their pre-evolved forms, coffee slows a Herowu down, making her tired and sluggish, until she collapses. Most Herowus prefer a sip of coffee after Taming to help insure a good night's sleep.

Feral Herowus are an odd sight. They still instinctively understand that they need their weapon, but they don't have the skills to use it that well, being unable to use anything besides Bonk and Parry with it. They tend to be very embarrassed about how inept they become when Feral, and try very hard not to regress to that state. An excellent

method of capturing a Feral Herowu is to take her weapon, since she will ignore almost everything else to focus on getting it back, practically letting herself be attacked. Threshold girls virtually never evolve into a Herowu directly. Only one case has been confirmed in the last twenty years, with the victim, seemingly arbitrarily, choosing a weapon that from then on became her signature weapon.

 

 

 

 

Now, on with the show.

 

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Ranma slowly came to the waking world, finding it hard to force his mind away from the comfort he was receiving from the warm bed he was in.

 

His dreams had been weird, seeming more like he was watching the Nekoken in action than participating. But what would happen to him if it had been real?

 

No, it had to have been a dream. Him in some strange world where the Tendo girls were these weird girls, and he had just had a night of what he was guessing was sex—as he had no reference other than the perverts of Furinkan High—with Nabiki, who was some strange cat girl.

 

He had to laugh at that, pulling the other warm blanket into him. It was so soft, but didn't crumple.

 

It was even...purring?

 

He slowly opened his eyes, not believing the sight before him.

 

While the blanket and sheets barely covered their modesty, what was revealed showed a different Nabiki from the dream, clinging to him, purring.

 

Wait, she looked like that after she glowed... Um, did she glow twice?

 

While Ranma was trying to figure out whether or not what he did with the catgirl version of the Mercenary Girl, said girl was currently enjoying the cuddling.

 

Nabiki found her mind clearer than it had been since Kuno triggered her. She was running through calculations that had normally taken her minutes and later hours, in mere seconds.

 

She had been up for the last hour, not wanting to wake up her new Tamer. So, she spent the time going over what he had told them yesterday.

 

I can't believe my analog is like that. Maybe...maybe she lost herself while trying to keep her family afloat. Kami-sama knows that I may have as well if I lost Mother like they did.

 

But her loss is my gain, I guess. After all, he was going for the better part of a day.

 

Her purring increased a little.

 

Well, I guess I did pretty well for a Tamer. I mean, despite a few faults, this Ranma seems to be a decent guy. If he can train pokégirls to fight like he can, we'll be secure in the Leagues again.

 

Nabiki held her Tamer close, resting her head on his chest. In her mind, she imagined if she ever got back to his world with him, what she would do.

 

To be treated as a human...

 

To have rights...

 

To have freedom...

 

To be treated as an equal...

 

She made certain to remember that no matter what, she would not make the mistake her counterpart or that Nabiki's sisters did: she would stay with him.

 

She doubted she would be able to marry him there. She wouldn't have an identity, plus there was bound to be the same types of prejudice that pokégirls encountered here.

 

And of course, he would have to be a Tamer of some sorts here, which meant he would need more pokégirls for fighters.

 

Even if Akane and Kasumi joined him, they would still be lacking in some major areas.

 

But in a way, he had the ability to be the best Tamer on the planet. He was 100% human, which meant the thugs from the terrorist teams couldn't turn him into a pokégirl with illegal tech. He was a trained fighter, which meant he knew how to train his girls, instead of constantly battling them, which meant better results. And since he did turn into a 100% female with the right water temperature—assuming her nose didn't lie—then he could even have lesbian-type pokégirls in his harem—assuming he could get over the thought of doing that in his girl form.

 

She looked up to him, noticing he was now awake, and not exhibiting a reaction as he had done last night. She knew that after her first taming, and judging by her fractured memories last night, an evolution, she was going to have to hope that he understood the thoughts behind her mews. (“Are you feeling okay?”)

 

Ranma blinked. Had he...understood her? Maybe a side effect of whatever she did to remove the Nekoken fear? “Um, I guess so. Are you okay?”

 

(“Yes, I just feel a little sore.”)

 

“Sorry about that, didn't mean to hurt you or anything.”

 

(“That's okay, I... Wait, you can understand me?”)

 

“Um, yeah.” He shifted a bit in the bed, but never removed his arm that was cuddling her. “I guess it's because of the Nekoken.” He paused, before lifting up his free hand. “I wonder if that means I got control over those ki claws?”

 

Both he and Nabiki could only stare as he flicked his fingers, causing the one foot long ki claws to emerge. The only difference was that unlike when others had told him of what he was like, the claws were now pure white ki.

 

“Cool!” was the words that echoed from them both.

 

As Ranma allowed the claws to receded, he found himself...lost. “Um, what do we do now?”

 

Nabiki smiled at him, a smile the pigtailed martial artist could literally feel the happiness come from. (“Well, I would suggest a bath before we go eat, unless you want the others to smell how ripe we are.”)

 

Ranma laughed a little. “Well, we did have quite the workout. Um...why do you look different now?”

 

Nabiki blinked. (“Well, pokégirls can evolve into different forms when certain conditions are met. I guess being with you met them. And yes, this is almost always a good thing.”)

 

He released a breath he had been holding. “Sorry, ain't been given enough information on the way things work here, so please, don't get mad if I do something stupid.”

 

She tried to giggle, but it just came out as a choppy purr. Grabbing his hand, she led him to the small washroom that was connected to the bedroom. Hopefully, Nodoka had planned ahead and placed her in a room that was supplied to clean up cat-types.

 

Soon, they were cleaned, allowing Nabiki to catch another view of her new Tamer's female form. Oh yes, he can definitely win a few psi-dykes with that body.

 

Soon, she was back to relaxing with him, sitting in the small furo, leaning against his chest, feeling the hot waters sooth her tired muscles.

 

“Nabiki?”

 

She turned to him, seeing his face trying to be both serious, and wanting to ask a question without sounding like a complete moron.

 

“Um, after we get some food, can you...well...explain where pokégirls come from? I mean, how did pokégirls come to be?”

 

She nodded her head, not wanting to ruin the feeling she was getting from the hot water and the male she was leaning against. Nothing could ruin this moment.

 

“And later, can you tell me about this Sextome you guys thought I was?”

 

And just like that, the Saotome Foot-in-Mouth disease strikes.

 

Ranma started rubbing her back as Nabiki quickly went from a contented smile to a fierce growl. “Hey, calm down, I'm sorry!”

 

She shook her head, forcing away the thoughts that demanded to be heard. (“I...He's a hard subject to talk about.”)

 

Ranma lowered his head. “Guess he's a problem in this world then?”

 

(“He is, but you aren't him.”) She turned around, straddling his waist, and holding his head, forcing him to look into her eyes. (“He is a monster, known for torturing his victims, stealing whatever he wants, and taking pokégirls from their masters for no other reason than he can. He is a blight on the world, an evil that has yet to be stopped. But you...are...not...him!”)

 

She bent over, taking his lips once again. (“I could never feel this way for a monster, a monster would never do what you did for me, treat me the way you did.”)

 

(“He may be you in this world, but that does not make you him!”)

 

“Thanks, I...I needed that.”

 

She nodded, laying her head on his chest. (“No one here thinks you are anything like Sextome. Never question that.”)

 

Soon, the two left the bathroom, the mood broken, but a new closeness was formed.

 

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“Oh, Auntie, do you think Ranma and Nabiki will be joining us for lunch?”

 

Nodoka smiled from her cup of tea. “Oh yes, I checked up on them a few moments ago. They were getting dressed.” An impish gleam soon formed. “If anything, I think your sister might be trying to keep this one for herself.”

 

“Like hell,” growled Akane. “I want him to teach me those martial arts he knows. I could really defend the ranch properly if I could do what he does.”

 

The other two pokégirls turned to look at her. To see Akane admit she needed to learn was a rare event, but since her ego was taking hits from barely winning the last challenges from people trying to trigger her, she knew she needed to really up her skills if she was hoping to save herself for a Tamer worthy of her.

 

But to see her claim another Tamer to fit her bill...that was a miracle in itself.

 

“That is good,” stated Kimiko, surprising her youngest daughter. “I was beginning to worry that you might be trying to find a way to evolve into a psi-dyke.”

 

“MOTHER!”

 

“Nothing wrong with that, child. I just want you to be happy, and if that is with Ranma, then I wish you luck.”

 

Kasumi noticed her little sister's blush, finding it hard not to agree with her choice, as it was one Kasumi was pondering as well. She was a nineteen year old pokégirl, which meant she was already past the time where most pokégirls got Tamers. And while her analog sounded more like a Nurse Joy type, she had to admit, her counterpart's error would not be her own. Judging by how this Ranma acted, she probably would be correct in assuming that the other Kasumi saw him as a brother before she could see him as more.

 

Already, she could see that Akane was thinking along the same tone as she was. Last night, both had discussed if they could actually have ended up the way Ranma said they were in his world.

 

Akane was most upset, her analog so violent, hateful of those better than her, and not caring if her fiancé got hurt, forcing cooking on it that even a Snorlass would refuse. Akane had said, “I might just go back with him just to lay her ass out! Imagine, treating another person like that, just because you aren't accepting of your own faults.”

 

Kasumi was more concerned with other things than vengeance on her counterpart. That Kasumi seemed to be the lone voice of support in his life. If anything, she wanted to help that Kasumi get a life of her own. She seemed to prefer to be like a Nurse Joy, so perhaps she could help her make her path in the medical field. After all, perhaps their medical technology could be made better with the technology of the pokéworld.

 

Neither of the mothers missed the reaction of the two girls. Grandbabies!

 

Well, some things remain constant.

 

Shaking her head, Akane left to get some pillows for her sister. Taming details could be dragged out later from Nabiki, as well as trying to convince Ranma to train her...and maybe more, assuming her analog didn't ruin that for her.

 

Kasumi returned to making their meal, as well as “preparing” some more milk for their guest. He seemed to love it so much, she almost wondered what he would do when she told him where it came from.

 

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“So,” said Soun Tendo, looking over the latest data that Dr. Mihoff, “could this be a problem?”

 

Dr. Mihoff leaned back in his chair, his faithful assistant taking a shower. “Well, unless we find a way to prove that two Ranma's exist, I would say it would be difficult to allow him to work to defend the Ranch. As such, we know Sextome has been incredibly active recently, which suggests Team Trauma is planning something again.”

 

Soun rubbed his forehead. “Like we need those assholes making more waves. I swear, you think the planetary government would have done more by now.” It was a catch-22 that he was in. If the United Earth Government used more funds to fight rogue terrorists like Team Trauma and the knockoffs, then that would mean cutting unproductive Ranches and gyms, such as his.

 

But if he could get this new Ranma certified and start bringing up the status of the Tendo Ranch, then maybe they would be safe. The boy; being a martial artist, could get results from pokégirls that most good trainers took years to do. He would protect his legacy, his family, should anything happen to him.

 

Should old enemies of the past come to claim revenge. Damn you, Sextome, why did you help him?

 

“Well, my research will keep this place going for a few more months, but, yes, it is likely that the UEG will cut funding before the end of the year.”

 

The two men had been friends when Soun had gone straight, after him and Genma had turned in Happosai.

 

Too bad Genma did it to win favor with the old pervert when he helped him escape a few days later.

 

When Soun realized that his ranch was going to be closing unless he brought in more revenue, he contacted his old friend, who was in the need of some lab space in the region.

 

Right now, it was only the research grant money keeping the ranch afloat with their reduced stipends from the UEG.

 

“Soun, I know this might seem fast, but you should discuss this with Ranma. The few friends I have who even work anywhere near the sort of dimensional theories have no clue as to what brought him here. Their best guess puts it as a wormhole of some sorts, and it would have sealed up the moment he fell through. He may be stuck here forever, and if what his story suggested was true, I see him doing whatever he could to save this place.”

 

Jack looked out the window onto the fields of the Ranch. In the early years, this place had bubbled with pokégirls from the four corners, from leagues that many Tamers aspired to conquer.

 

Now, the only pokégirls were Soun's two pokéwomen, and his three daughters. “Old friend, trust the boy, but don't force him. You know how badly your analog bungled up his life, trying to force his angry and bitter daughter onto him. Treat this right, and he will help you. Proving he is not Sextome to the people in charge is just as easy.”

 

“Then you had best be there, old friend, or I shall make an ass out of myself, just like the other Soun Tendo did.”

 

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Even after Ranma had finally discovered both exactly what his fiancées had been trying to pressure him into, as well as how much of a workout said activity could give, Ranma's day had been almost non-stop.

 

After the meal, he had promised to train Akane, deciding not to repeat a mistake he had made, especially since the Professor and Nabiki had said she could handle it.

 

Both Tendo girls had wanted Ranma to disappear for a while after Nabiki began to speak in human language again, not that Ranma had minded translating her meows into Japanese.

 

It made him feel special.

 

But, they wanted some details from the cat-girl, as well as the Rosanne girl wanted to take Nabiki to the lab to run scans.

 

That was another bit of wood on the fire of Ranma's confidence. Apparently, no one had ever evolved a pokégirl twice in one session before.

 

So, he had spent the last hour being shown around the Ranch by Professor Mihoff—who kept insisting Ranma call him Jack—and Soun Tendo.

 

Finally, they sat in what was currently known as the Ranch Office. “So, Ranma,” began Jack, “what do you think?”

 

Ranma scratched his head. “Well, you got plenty of places to train, it just needs some fixing up, and I can do that myself in under a day.”

 

The two adults nodded. “Ranma, I want you to know that I've already contacted the people I know—discreetly, mind you—about your problem. Sad to say, they know of no way as of now that you can be returned to your home dimension.”

 

As Ranma sunk into his chair, Soun decided to offer his proposal. “Son, I know this will sound odd, and perhaps even like I am trying to act like my analog...but would you consider staying here and working at the Ranch?”

 

Ranma blinked. When Soun had first started, he half expected the Demon Head technique, followed by him demanding that Ranma marry one of his daughters.

 

But a job offer? “Um...what would I be doing?”

 

Soun smiled, remembering that this Ranma had no clue about pokégirls, let alone pokébattles. “Well, helping me maintain this place is obvious.”

 

Ranma nodded. He wasn't afraid of a little work. Hell, he could turn it into training for Akane as well.

 

“Then of course, helping take care of any pokégirls we get sent. In the heyday of my Ranch, we often received sick or injured pokégirls that were crowding up pokécenters. As such, we took care of them, helped them get better, until they could go home, or we could find them good homes.”

 

Ranma blinked. “Um, you make them sound like pets or something.”

 

Jack sighed. “Sadly, Ranma, that is what the female population has become. While there are those like us; who treat pokégirls with respect and care, there are just as many that treat them as slaves, weapons to be used.”

 

Soun jumped in. “The ones brought here received the best care me and my pokégirls could offer. I always found them homes where they would be treated right, and I never sent one back to an abusive tamer.”

 

Ranma nodded. Well, I guess you can only do so much in a world where the wrong thing is right. “So, I guess it's a cross between a hospital and a vet, then?”

 

Saying that made Ranma feel a little sick. He didn't like being treated as or treating others as a possession.

 

Soun nodded. “Yes, but that has slacked off lately, since...”

 

Soun took a deep breath. “Ranma, just as Kimiko died in your world, she died in this one, protecting me from a Widow, a spider type pokégirl. Jack, here, was able to clone her, right down to her memories. After I nearly lost her, I lost the will to pokébattle, and thus, the Ranch has fallen on hard times.”

 

Ranma nodded. He remembered some things about cloning from those sci-fi shows he occasionally watched. Even if it was essentially still Mrs. Tendo, Mr. Tendo was still at a loss for the original.

 

Even in this world, the pain of loss had crippled the man.

 

Soon, he found Jack handing him several books. “These books will explain more about pokégirls and how they stand in current society. Please read them as quickly as you can.”

 

Ranma finally got that there was a third thing. “You want me to take over battling for the Ranch.”

 

Soun nodded. “As our champion, you would be able to help bring back the glory of this place, and keep us from being shut down. I know I should be doing this, son. But... I just pray you never lose a pokégirl as close to you as Kimiko was to me.”

 

Ranma wanted to speak up, but the feelings of true sadness he could feel radiating off the Tendo patriarch was proof enough of his words. Even now, Ranma could see how the death of someone he loved had truly broken the man, so much so, that even a perfect clone of the woman wasn't enough to heal the wound.

 

So, if he wanted to save his new home, as well as the analogs of the people he cared about, he would have to learn to defend the Ranch.

 

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Ranma sighed openly as he put down the fourth book and opened the fifth. In the hour since he had started, he was growing dejected about how badly this world's view of pokégirls had gotten. The books treated them more as specimens, as if the girls were merely subjects, with no real attachments.

 

He had learned a lot. He had covered the history of how pokégirls came to be, as well as steps towards the rights that in his opinion, they should have always had. He learned of Mao's play for power that had damaged the support the pokégirls had won towards those rights. He learned of Sukebe and his weird ambitions. He learned of all the different types of pokégirls; which to avoid, which to treat well, and which that he would have to kill on sight.

 

He learned of pokégirl behavior. He learned about feral pokégirls and domesticated ones. The current book he was reading concerned battling tactics, as well as type disadvantages.

 

By the time Akane had arrived at the arena for her first lesson, Ranma was finished with the book and staring into space. “Akane?”

 

“Yes, Ranma?”

 

“You got a lot of perverts in this world.”

 

She smiled. His statement had just confirmed that he was the perfect person to give her pokéball to.

 

After their first session, the pain was making her reconsider.

 

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Ranma sat in his assigned room, having just finished asking his Mother questions about what he would be doing, as well as some starter information on his counterpart: Ranma Sextome.

 

This boy had already believed his father's beliefs about what was the true purpose of pokégirls, and had left Nodoka alone. The pokéwoman had been lucky enough to find Soun Tendo before she went feral, as Genma had abandoned her, a note claiming that she had already served her purpose and was of no further use to him or the boy.

 

She had even given him a rundown of the misdeeds of Sextome.

 

Suffice to say, Ranma was soon willing to kill his analog, just for basic principles alone.

 

After his analog Mother left, Ranma set the books on the desk in his room and considered what he knew.

 

He knew he would have to train the Tendo sisters quite well, as they were the only pokégirls the dojo had that were not registered.

 

Well, he could get his mother, but that just felt way too wrong.

 

Jack had informed him that technically, Nabiki was already registered to him, as he had tamed her.

 

It doesn't feel right that she's property.

 

Man, I hope it never feels right; else I could end up like...him.

 

A knock on the door brought him out of his revelry. “Um, come in?”

 

Hey, someone had actually knocked on a door to the room he was in. This was a new treat for him.

 

He was sitting at his desk as Akane and Kasumi entered with their hands behind their backs.

 

Yes, he began to worry. That was because his Akane had always reached behind her back to retrieve the deadly...Mallet-sama!

 

Kasumi began first. “Ranma, we have decided something, and we do hope you accept.”

 

Ranma blinked. “O...kay.”

 

Both Akane and Kasumi shoved their hands forward, placing small red and white balls into each of his hands.

 

Ranma could only stare. He knew that these were pokéballs. But did that mean... “Um, does this mean you guys want me as your Tamer?”

 

The two girls nodded, before they jumped him.

 

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Nabiki worked against the ropes that bound her, trying to get free.

 

Now, while she might not have minded Ranma becoming the Tamer for her sisters as well, as she would then always have her family with her...

 

The fact was that the two had tied her up and dropped her in a supply closet to make certain she didn't interfere.

 

And I thought we were closer than this.

 

Yes, she would have to teach her sisters who the Alpha was for Ranma's pokégirls.

 

Well, she would as soon as she got this one knot loose.

 

Obviously, Akane had been practicing.

 

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Jack smiled.

 

As the simulator ran, each of the Tendo girls was soundly defeating the simulated opponents.

 

Since he had been keeping complete records of all of Akane's challenges, there had been seven challengers for the Tendo Ranch. Each one was a one-on-one match, with the end being that the Tamers couldn't challenge the Ranch for another six months.

 

In the week Ranma had been training the three sisters, Jack had been keeping track and studying their development, testing their new levels when the girls felt better in the morning.

 

Soun looked across the desk. “Well?”

 

Jack's smile grew. “Take a look for yourself.” He turned the monitor to face his old friend. “With the data I've gathered, on their own, your daughters are plowing through the Tamers I've seen. The last match where Akane barely won, she is now likely to finish her opponent in less than ten seconds. Nabiki would need at least three minutes, while Kasumi would need seven, and that is based solely on type differences for Kasumi's extra time requirements.”

 

Soun nodded. “I knew the boy had a gift. But to see that he's taken them so far, so fast... It's astounding.”

 

Jack nodded. “It's not all good news, however. I started running simulations with pokégirl data saved on the network from other Ranches. They're good and getting better, but still far from undefeatable.”

 

“Ranma said he was going light for the moment until they built up enough for the harder stuff.”

 

Jack had to agree. Though it was weird to see an Amachop with enough sheer speed to pull roasting chestnuts from a fire, or a Cheshire that could take an Amachop's punch and shrug it off saying it felt like a baby's tap, he had seen all happen. Even Kasumi was proving to be a powerful fighter in her own right.

 

Though even he could tell the Tendo sisters were a little upset that their first time with Ranma didn't generate the massive evolutions that they did for Nabiki. “Well, all seems to be progressing well.”

 

Soun arched his fingers, trying to appear thoughtful. “Did you clear the way for Ranma to be able to be their Tamer? I doubt any challengers we get would accept Sextome's appearance, and even fewer would take his female form seriously.”

 

Jack paused the simulation. “We'll have to wait until Sextome's next attack. I can get a conference going fast enough to prove there are two of them. In that case, it should be easy to get him the proper credentials. Until then, we should go with the Ranko Saotome cover story.”

 

Ranma himself had proposed it. If they were worried that his resemblance to Sextome would hurt things, then he would simply have to hide as Ranko Saotome, and be one of a rare few female Tamers that ran in this league.

 

That was of course before Nabiki had filled him in on the fact that there were pokégirls that preferred female tamers.

 

This then led to her explaining to him how a female Tamer was expected to tame a pokégirl.

 

Jack looked towards Soun. “Did they ever get Ranma to come out of his room?”

 

Soun picked up his tea and took a sip. “Yes, they simply waited until his hunger got to him. Would you believe that Nabiki tricked him into trying it with them tonight? She phrased it as a challenge and he immediately accepted. Well, before he realized what the challenge actually was.”

 

Jack had to laugh. “For his sanity, I would suggest we have the girls be the ones downstairs in the morning and shy away. He might have...questions...only they could answer.”

 

Soun nodded, returning to his tea as they watched Akane plow through her opponent in the simulation again.

 

To think, his Ranch would be the only place that had a male Tamer that could keep a psi-dyke tamed.

 

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Nodoka and Kimiko were preparing breakfast when they heard movement in the dining room. As they peeked their heads out, they saw a redheaded pigtailed girl sitting at the table, completely dressed, and staring into space.

 

Nodoka nodded, and proceeded to sit near her son/daughter as Kimiko went back to finishing the meal. “Son, I assume you have some questions?”

 

Ranma merely nodded, before turning to her Mother. She tried to start several times, but stopped, looking forward again, and then repeating. Finally, she got a question out. “Um...does what just happened make me...unmanly?”

 

Nodoka merely shook her head, once again cursing how her analog had acted towards this child. “No, dear. You see, no matter what, you still only desire women and will only let them touch you like that in either form, correct?”

 

Ranma quickly nodded.

 

“And besides, you don't wish to experiment with a guy in this form, do you?”

 

Ranma fell back, her hands in warding gestures. “GAH!”

 

Nodoka continued. “Then you are still a man at heart. You are what we could call a heterosexual lesbian, meaning you only like women like that in either form. Now, I know the sensations may have been different.”

 

“Different my ass, they were...they were... Um, I can't really describe them like that.”

 

Nodoka embraced her child. “That is the differences that make life special. In a way, you now know what the pokégirl will feel better than any male can. You have peered into a world few ever touch, and that can allow you to better satisfy and connect with the pokégirls you will be with.”

 

Patting her on the back, Nodoka stood up. “Now, could you help us with the meal, child. Then we can get on with the day.”

 

As they entered the kitchen, where Nodoka was certain Ranma would begin to ask some more questions now that she knew it was safe to, she had to wonder how the girls liked their...experiment.

 

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The Tendo girls were spread out across the large bed, with Nabiki partially hanging off the side.

 

Kasumi tried to push herself to a sitting position, but found the energy gone. “I never thought I would say this, but damn to hell that female endurance for lasting longer than men.”

 

Akane nodded with what energy she could. If she ever thought of using this as endurance training, she knew she would need another month or more just to get to the point where she would last without passing out. Who knew Ranma could outlast her...and her sisters...and still walk out of the room under her own power for breakfast with no sleep?

 

Nabiki sighed. Yes, her Tamer would definitely be able to handle any lesbian pokégirl. Of course, he might damn well kill that pokégirl though sheer exhaustion first. “Oh, the life of a pokégirl is fraught with peril.”

 

“And pulled muscles!” interjected Akane. “I didn't know a leg could bend that way.”

 

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“Mr. Tanaka, so happy you could come by. Please, come in.”

 

Soun Tendo had feared this day. He knew with the current step-up in Team Trauma attacks, as well as the ones of their offshoots, it was only a matter of time before a UEG inspector was sent to see which league sponsored houses, gyms, and ranches could be cut for more money.

 

He had hoped he would have more time to convince certain people with the help of Jack that Ranma was not Sextome.

 

Time was up.

 

“I wish to see this Tamer you have hired on. After I judge his credibility, then we will determine if your ranch meets League Standards.”

 

“My, my. Tai, you certainly have yet to remove that pole, I see.”

 

The man turned. “So, Jack, you work here?”

 

“Yes, Tai, and you know very well the trouble we have been having getting Saotome his credibility, as well as that of his sister.” Jack sat down at the table, his assistant Rosie by his side. “Why, one would almost assume you have it in for us. And we both know that can't be. Any sign of impropriety and the League would have you nailed to a cross and fed to a Panthress.”

 

For history's sake, it will be known that Tai Tanaka was what people called both a career politician and a bureaucrat. As long as it didn't hurt his chance of keeping his job, he would support it.

 

But revenge against two people who had made fools of him in the past by disputing several of his finding added to revenge, and even the most hardened person would occasionally bow to taking revenge, despite the cost. “I will still need to test both the Tamer's knowledge of pokégirls as well as how well he can battle with them. And should this result in failing grades...” He left that part hanging. In his mind, the ranch was already a failure.

 

Soun nodded. Unlike his friend, Jack, he did not wish to provoke the inspector. Walking over to the wall, he hit an intercom circuit. “Ranma, come in.”

 

Ranma had left to explore the property with the Tendo sisters, as well as put them through more Bakusai Tenketsu training for Kasumi. Some had said a Milktit could be a tank when performing a rollout. Ranma was determined to turn Kasumi into a tank.

 

“Yeah, Mr. Tendo!” came the reply over the intercom, as Ranma had taken a unit with him to keep in contact.

 

“The Inspector is here. Could you come back and get ready for the tests?”

 

“Sure thing. Get some food ready, too. Man, who knew throwing boulders would work up such an appetite?”

 

Before Soun could respond, an explosion was heard.

 

The Inspector ran outside, along with Soun, Jack, Nodoka, Kimiko, and Rosie.

 

Before them stood a pigtailed foe they recognized by the Phoenix pokégirl standing beside him. He smiled, as he tossed nine pokéballs into the air. “Slutty Senshi, I choose your asses!”

 

When the light erupted from the balls and faded, it showed nine girls in fukus.

 

Ranma Sextome smiled as he looked upon the assembled crew. “I'm home, dear.”

 

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These are the pokégirls of Ranma Sextome:

 

Ami: ICE MAIDEN, the Frigid Pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Ice
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: vegetarian
Role: sometimes a pet, often found working in cold environments
Libido: Low; not usually subject to typical Feral problems, more often
a craving that leads to distraction
Strong Vs: Dragon, Flying, Ground, Plant, Ice
Weak Vs: Fighting, Fire, Rock, Steel
Attacks: Cold Snap, Heat Drain, Kick, Punch, Ice Barrier
Enhancements: immune to nonmagical cold
Evolves: Yuki-Onna (Edo League; orgasm), Snow Queen (mechanism unknown), Ice Princess (normal), Foxymaiden (Fox E-Medal)
Evolves From: Nymph (Ice Crystal), Watermaiden (Ice Crystal)
One of the last types supposedly developed by Sukebe in the War, these
coldly logical females saw which way the war was going and surrendered en masse in return for certain considerations. Like the Amazonchan, there is an Ice Maiden Preserve though this is located in icebound lands far to the north. They are very much like human women in many respects, though their body temperature is far lower than a human's and they have trouble operating in high temperatures. It takes a very special Tamer to be able to engage their emotions, but those who do find Ice Maidens can become quite friendly though they never lose their cool demeanor.


Minako: NYMPH, the Evolutionary Pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal/Magic
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: human style food, sexual fluids
Role: found in a variety of menial jobs
Libido: High to Very High
Strong Vs: Psychic, Ice, any low libido Pokegirl
Weak Vs: Dragon, Psychic, Ghost, Bug
Attacks: Scratch, Punch, Slap, Gaze, Caress, Taunt, Cheer
Enhancements: Ageless, Disease Resistant, Stylized Form
Evolves: Hottits (Fire Stone), Swimslut (Water Stone), Ice Maiden (Ice Crystal), Chikotit (Leaf Stone), Flittit (Angel Stone), A-Bra (Psi Crystal), Domina (Dark Stone), Swanmaid (Bird E-Medal), Cyber-Nymph (combination of a Metal Jacket (trade item), Thunder Stone, and them being sent through a pokeball transportor)
The Nymph is a very sexually active Pokegirl. For most humans, only high endurance, high recovery, another Nymph or a lot of extra participants will help satisfy this pokégirl type. Just like a Diva's singing, a Goth's poetry or a Damsel's scent, a Nymph's natural pheromones are part of its powers. This pokégirl is a very frequently seen pokégirl in the Sex Leagues and when two Nymphs go at it, there is an hour-long intermission. In some cases, sending a Nymph against another Nymph has been declared as a sign of instant forfeit. The trick of the Nymph is that its pheromones are incredibly effective, even through touch. Some Tamers use the Nymph's touch to excite otherwise low libido Pokégirls for taming. However, when a Nymph goes Feral, she doesn't become animalistic or destructive as some of the more violent Pokégirls. She begins emitting an even more powerful pheromone to force anyone who comes in contact with the pheromone to either pass out or become as virtually insatiable as the Nymph normally is. When evolved, most Nymphs become less insatiable, but some have been known to remain as tiring as ever.


Usagi: BUNNYGIRL, the Ditzy Pokegirl
Type: Near Human Animorph
Element: Normal
Frequency: Common
Diet: vegetarian
Role: typically used in industries where high intelligence or strength is not required such as food preparation.
Libido: High (Extreme)
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting, dog pokégirls, bird pokégirls
Attacks: Tackle, Kick, Leap
Enhancements: Speed, Enhanced Hearing, Retarded Aging, Luck Factor
Evolves: Beach Bunny (Water Stone), Play Bunny (evolves during orgasm -
rare), Moon Bunny (Moon Stone), March Hare (rare, mechanism unknown),
Snow Bunny (Ice Crystal), Mini-Top (abuse or witnessing excessive violence), Ingenue (evolves during stress), Cabbit (Cat E-Medal)
Evolves From: None
Bunnygirls are fun loving, friendly pokégirls with a scant attention span who respond well to friendly, affectionate Masters. They are popular with college students, high school boys, and certain groups. On finding a Master who actually responds well to affection, their libido tends to get a bit higher with a corresponding drop in attention span.
The Bunnygirl is one of the more common types of pokégirl in the general market. Due to their lack of fighting potential, they are generally not found among a Tamer's harem. The typical Bunnygirl is the sole pokégirl of an owner who needs someone who can be trained to basic proficiency in a single set of skills - often Cooking or Domestic. There are even fan groups and enthusiasts such as exist for Kittens, Titmice, and Mermaids.


Rei: VIXXEN, the Fornicating Fox Pokegirl
Type: Anthropomorph
Element: Fire
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: omnivore
Role: Vixxen have been used as one of the more popular pokégirls with Tamers for centuries. They are also found in industries where the ability to Flamethrow is handy.
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Bug, Fire, Ice, Plant, Steel
Weak Vs: Ground, Rock, Water
Attacks: Flamethrow, Tackle, Wrestle, Sex Attack 1
Enhancements: Fire Resistance, Quickness, Enhanced Hearing (x4) and Smell (x4)
Evolves: Foxx (Fire Stone)
Evolves From: Kitsune (Fire Stone)
Horny as a Vixxen goes the saying, and that *is* the most noticeable
character feature of a Vixxen. Vixxens are ready: anytime, anywhere, any conditions. They rarely understand why their Tamers are reluctant to engage in sex in some situations, and tend to be very earthy and aggressive.
Vixxens are among the most common domesticated varieties of pokégirl but are rarely kept as pets due to their occasional lack of control and tendency to set things on fire. Vixxens are reddish furred humanoids with a slight muzzle, slender frame, and long bushy tail. Their sense of smell and hearing are quite good, and they make fair foragers.


Makoto: PEEKABU, the Electric-Mouse Pokegirl
Type: Animorphic - Mouse
Element: Electric
Frequency: Uncommon (Indigo & Crimson League)
Diet: fruits, nuts, pokechow
Role: storm troopers (literally)
Libido: Average to High
Strong Vs: Electric, Flying, Steel, Water
Weak Vs: Dragon, Ground, Plant, Rock
Attacks: Thunder Shock, Thunder Wave, Thunder Bolt, Agility
Enhancements: Speed
Evolves: Ria (Thunder Stone)
Evolves From: Pia (normal)
Peekabu are similar to Titmice in many regards. They are good foragers, have sensitive ears and tails and are rarely over four to five feet tall. However, Peekabus have a higher pleasure threshold and DO make fair combatants.
A Peekabu CAN be a good starting pokégirl, provided the trainer take certain precautions, such as rubber suits, rubber gloves, grounding lines, etc. or simply gaining the Peekabu's trust. Once trust is gained, the rubber materials are only required if the Peekabu loses _complete_ control during orgasm.
The role of the Peekabu in Sukebe's army was part of a Storm Generation force. Any army that could resist his other pokégirls would have a hard time stopping a force of nature that was generated by this task force. Magic, psychic or water pokégirls would create a cloud cover while flying pokégirls, carrying Peekabus and Joltinas, would create gale-like winds as the electric pokégirls rained lightning down on the enemy forces, who would refrain from retaliating, believing the storm to be natural. Indeed, the Storm Generation force hadn't lost a single member, even up to the point where they were eventually dissolved.


Hotaru: KITTEN, the Kitty Cat Pokegirl
Type: Animorphic Near Human - Feline
Element: Normal
Frequency: Common
Diet: omnivore, preference for fish, eggs, milk, and similar products.
Role: frequently domesticated Pokegirl, frequent pet choice
Libido: Average, seasonally can be High
Strong Vs: Ghost, mouse pokégirls, bird pokégirls
Weak Vs: Fighting, dog pokégirls
Attacks: Scratch, Bite, Pummel, Leap, Tackle
Enhancements: good night vision, minor psychic sensitivity, enhanced balance, speed, reflexes.
Evolves: Catgirl (normal), Merrowl (orgasm), Pussywillow (Angel Stone & Leaf Stone), Catfish (normal; raised by a large body of water), Griffon (Bird E-Medal)
Evolves From: None
Kittens are the young form of Catgirl, though they can evolve to other forms instead of Catgirl in certain circumstances. These Pokégirls are most often found as a pet or a domestically inclined member of a Tamer's harem, as there Fighting styles aren't as good as with most other Pokégirls. Kittens have a wide range of personalities, though most share a common fastidiousness and a desire for creature comforts. Some are domestically inclined housecats, others are sneaky, others are violent, and most are least slightly catty.


Haruka: CUDILDO, the Lone Bone Pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Ground
Frequency: Rare
Diet: human foods
Role: revenge
Libido: Normal
Strong Vs: Electric, Fire, Poison, Rock, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Ice, Plant, Water
Attacks: Dildorang, Dildo Club, Head butt, Rage
Enhancements: A Skull covers part of the face and head, Tough skin, 4x Human Strength
Disadvantages: They are either single minded wanting revenge, or in deep depression.
Evolves: Marowhack (evolves after revenge and then being Tamed by a new Tamer)
Evolves From: Unknown, possibly anything
Cudildo is a very mysterious pokégirl. No one is sure exactly how one is created or what they evolve from. It is speculated that a pokégirl can evolve into a Cudildo if the person they are bonded to is killed, most likely murdered. Cudildos are very easily spotted because of the skull they have covering their face and the top of their head, leaving mouth, ears and the back of the head uncovered. They also carry around a large weapon made out of bone, which is polished smooth, and is strangely enough usually carved into the shape of a dildo. It is presumed that the skull and bone the Cudildo carries around is from the corpse of their dead Tamer. Cudildo will very rarely take a new Tamer by choice unless it has taken revenge for its previous one. Beware coming in between a Cudildo and its revenge. Only after taking revenge and bonding to a new Tamer can it evolve into a Marowhack.


Michiru: PSI-DYKE, the Man-Hating Pokegirl
Type: Humanoid
Element: Psychic
Frequency: Rare
Diet: carnivorous, prefer raw freshly-killed meat
Role: mainly found in the company of female Tamers or in the wild. Due to their inherent hostility towards males and their desire to be in control, only strong-willed female Tamers are likely to have these in their roster.
Libido: exclusively lesbian, moderately High
Strong Vs: Fighting, Poison, Psychic
Weak Vs: Bug, Dark, Ghost
Attacks: Mind Flay, Dysphoria, Confusion, Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, Hell Claw
Enhancements: Night vision, Skin has a special oil that allows for long periods of immersion, strong psychic abilities, high pain tolerance, functional claws.
Evovles: Psivamp (mechanism unknown)
Evolves From: None
Psi-Dykes are a rare breed, especially in the wild. Their tendency is to separate things into that which can be mated with and that which is food. Everything else is a concern only in how it can be used to get either more things to mate with or more things to eat.
Psi-Dykes hate males of any species. Their psi powers are considerable, and only the strongest willed of female Tamers have been known to keep control of a Psi-dyke. Psi-dyke have also been known to cause some dismay due to their habit of swallowing live rodents whole, though some have adopted a more civilized habit of biting the heads off before devouring their meal.


Setsuna: DEMON-GODDESS

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Steel/Magic

Frequency: Very Rare

Diet: as humans but able to subsist on energy drawn from power lines or sex

Role: individual strike units

Libido: Very Low (changes to High or Extreme when Tamed or bonded by a Tamer they trust and like)

Strong Vs: Unknown but theory says almost all types

Weak Vs: Unknown but theory says Water types and Ground types may have some effect

Attacks: Mirror attack, Energy Blast, Kinetic Shield (all others vary)

Enhancements: durability enhancement, Energy storage, Energy projection, Mana infusion, flight, minor psi-enhancement (Super telekinesis and send/receive telepath), Photographic memory and enhanced learning curve

Evolves: Unknown

Evolves From: mechanisms unknown but may evolve from any of the following: Megami, Demoness, Succubus, or Mechdoll.

The Demon Goddess was produced for much the same reasons as the Neo Iczel. This has lead to something of a rivalry developing, much as in the case of Kunoichi and Cheshire.

The Demon-Goddess's all have a key staff what they use as an energy focus in combat and can be used to keep them from going Feral if there is no time for a Taming (though most Tamers are willing to risk death or injury rather then miss a Taming) this is however not a total fix to going Feral as until they are Tamed they will act more like a Bunnygirl than the engine of destruction one would normally see.

 

Kiima: PHOENIX, the Ressurection Pokegirl
Type: Near Human Animorph (Avian)
Element: Fire/Flying
Frequency: Extremely Rare
Diet: pokechow, fruits, nuts
Role: protectress, guardian
Strong Vs: Bug, Fighting, Fire, Plant, Steel
Weak Vs: Electric, Rock, Water
Libido: High to Extreme
Attacks: Ember, Flamethrower, Ignite, Firespin, Fireblast
Enhancements: Resits all fire attacks, Flight, excellent vision
Evolves: Firebust (battle stress)
Evolves From: Rack (Fire Stone)
This pokégirl was first thought as a smaller version of Moltits, but the Tamers were only half right. In actuality, she was created as a mass production type during the war. The Phoenix is about as strong as Moltits at the same level. Her crest resembles a living flame, but it is actually an illusion.

 

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Ranma and the Tendo sisters raced as the sound of the explosions grew. They knew it had to be trouble, and the girls were tired from training.

 

“I'm worried,” said Kasumi, as she ran as fast as she could.

 

Nabiki was beside her. “It must be Sextome. Who else would bother with us.”

 

Ranma just ran, taking the front position. If it was his analog, then only Ranma stood a chance. His research on his evil twin had revealed a waste of a man, who used sheer numbers to defeat his opponent. He called back to the girls. “Protect the others, leave him to me.”

 

The Tendo girls remained quiet. They each knew how sore a point Sextome was to their Tamer...their friend. And they had no illusions that Ranma couldn't defend himself against a pokégirl. They were more worried about their families.

 

They also had a fear that some lucky person might get a lucky shot on the human they called Master, Tamer, and friend.

 

They arrived to see a tired and beaten Kimiko and Nodoka holding back several girls in fukus.

 

Ranma decided they needed more breathing room. “Möko Takabisha Double!” The twin balls of confidence chi slammed into the ground close to the strange girls, forcing them all to jump back.

 

When she smoke cleared, Ranma stood before the party of the pokéwomen, while the Tendo sisters backed him up.

 

Ranma turned his head slightly. “Akane, Nabiki, Kasumi, protect them. I'll handle the gate crashers!”

 

“Understood!' they cried, taking a defensive pattern around their family and unknown guest. They would not fail.

 

Sextome grew irritated. “So, you dare take my appearance!” He stood looking at Ranma.

 

Ranma just smirked. “Well, I figured if I could make this face look good, then obviously I could do anything.”

 

Ranma Saotome did learn one important fact from those books, and that was that most Tamers took their masculinity very seriously. For them, it was more important than their family name. Calling them on that fact was insulting their very being.

 

And if anything, Ranma Saotome was very good at insulting people; it was part of the Anything Goes Style.

 

“You're brave, I'll give you that,” said Sextome. “But I came here for the Tendo girls. Now be a good little man and hand them over, and I promise not to make it hurt too long when I kill you.”

 

Ranma just smiled as the strange girls advanced once again. I need to keep them back and keep them away from the others. “Möko Takabisha Double! Möko Takabisha Double! Möko Takabisha Double!”

 

The six chi blasts slammed into the ground, one landing near Sextome, tossing him to the ground, as well as forcing the strange women back.

 

For Ranma, this was barely even dipping into his reserves. Since Saffron, he would need to launch close to thirty Möko Takabishas before he started to feel it.

 

Sextome stood back up, wiping his mouth at the sign of the damage that energy ball his clone had released. He will make an excellent little dish. “I do hope you last for a while against my Slutty Senshi.”

 

Ranma smirked. “Unlike you, I can last a long time.” Seeing the sneer of his analog, Ranma continued. “But since I doubt we are talking about the bedroom, I guess we are talking about how I can defeat all your pokégirls without breaking a sweat.”

 

Sextome smiled. “Big talk. And by some fluke you should get past them, Kiima here will finish you off.”

 

“I've killed a Phoenix God before, so you'll understand if I ain't too worried.” He then embraced the Soul of Ice. In this battle, he couldn't let his ego get the better of him. True, it limited his attacks, but it still kept him from becoming overconfident and allowing his new family from being hurt.

 

Sextome's face lost all emotion. “Slutty Senshi, attack!”

 

The girls raced from all sides, as well as Ranma had allowed them to get with his protection of the Tendos and his mother. “Don't worry, I'll make it quick.”

 

With that he blurred for a few seconds, before appearing back where he had begun.

 

The Senshi stopped as if they were placed on pause, before falling to the ground.

 

“Impressive,” said Kiima. Seeing her Tamer looking at her, she explained. She knew how much her Master didn't like to be in the dark. “He moved quickly, and knocked them all out.”

 

Sextome sneered, before reaching behind his back. “Well then, boy, catch!” He tossed a black pokéball, a light growing in the outside as it raced to Ranma.

 

Smiling, Ranma caught it, recognizing it was one of the illegal pokéballs that transformed anyone caught by them into a willing pokégirl. “Nice try, asshole. But this would only work if I had any poke-DNA.” He then crushed the little ball in his hands, eliciting a gasp from the official still cowering with the Tendo girls.

 

“H-h-h-h-h-how could he do that?” the portly man asked.

 

“Simple,” said Akane, “he's Ranma Saotome, and he doesn't lose.”

 

Sextome gasped as well. That pokéball was meant to capture anyone and turn them into a full fledged pokégirl. If it didn't work... “Fool, everyone has some poke-DNA in them.”

 

“Not me, asshole!” exclaimed Ranma. “And you know what; I'm going to prove that you are the lame copy.”

 

“ENOUGH! Kiima, kill him!”

 

The Phoenix girl launched herself at Ranma, her body glowing with fire. “DIE!”

 

Ranma hopped away, barely avoiding severe burns from the punches and kicks Kiima was delivering. Gotta be careful. I can't be certain she'd come back. But maybe... “What's the matter, bird girl? This little human is too much for you?”

 

“Enough!” screamed Kiima. “FIREBLAST!”

 

Ranma had counted on this, and truly did hope the attack didn't kill the analog of Kiima. “Hiryü Shöten Ha!”

 

The tornado formed, as the overwhelming fire from the Phoenix pokégirl clashed with the Soul of Ice. Soon, she was swept into it, battered by the winds, before her own energy had failed, and she fell...

 

...only to be caught by Ranma. He sat her gently to the ground, noticing how bad of a shape she was in. “Rest. You're battle is over.”

 

Ranma turned towards his analog. “Well, anything else, asshole? Maybe you'd like to go now?”

 

Sextome just laughed. “You think that useless little bitch was all I had as a trump card? No one makes a fool out of a Sextome and lives.”

 

Ranma simply placed two fingers to his neck. “Funny, I seem to be among the living? And besides, they are the ones doing all the work. I ain't seen your ass step into the fight.”

 

Kiima, however, was wishing she wasn't alive. Not only had she failed to defeat this...male, but her Master had declared her...useless. Hadn't she proved how much she loved him, how much she was willing to do for him.

 

But for him to cast her aside like that...

 

“She's useless. I'll turn you into a pokégirl, and then she won't be needed anymore. I'll just give her away like the others.”

 

If it could be heard, then they would have heard Kiima's heart break at that proclamation. All this time...I was just another tool for him. No one saw the tears that began to fall down her cheeks.

 

Ranma's face dimmed. “Well, I guess we know who the better man is. I treat the girls who work with me as equals. I guess you treat them like you are: disposable trash.” Ranma cracked his knuckles, advancing on his analog, fighting the desire to simply vaporize this affront to his soul. “Now, you have no more girls to hide behind, coward. Time to pay for all your crimes.”

 

“I think not.” Sextome reached behind his back, pulling out some lost tech: a beam weapon.

 

Too bad for him, Ranma's reflexes were stronger. “Möko Takabisha!” The chi ball slammed into the hand, frying the pistol and shocking the hell out of Sextome, who collapsed to his knees in pain.

 

Soon, Ranma was lifting his counterpart up by his shirt, before delivering his fist to Sextome's gut, followed by a kick that sent the Team Trauma poster boy flying across the ground, impacting and skidding several meters away.

 

Ranma started marching towards his target again, the anger overwhelming his sense of right and wrong. He didn't see a human life before him, only a piece of trash; a reminder of what Saffron was like. He only saw a corrupt soul who would never stop, who would seek to destroy any lives he could, until someone put him down...for good. His eyes glowed with the power he was calling upon, the Nekoken rearing itself now, its desire obvious.

 

But, he found his progress hampered. He looked down, spotting three girls holding him in a hug, there feet dug into the ground.

 

“Stop, Ranma!” cried Akane.

 

“You're not like him; you're not a killer!” cried Kasumi.

 

Nabiki, who was in the middle, looked into his eyes with her own catlike eyes. “Let him live with the fear of what Team Trauma does to failures, let him live knowing he was beating, the humiliation his entire force was overcome by one man. Let him live knowing just who the better Ranma is.” She buried her head in his chest, as did the other Tendo girls. “You aren't Sextome, you're Saotome.”

 

Ranma's hands were still in a fist, but soon smoothed out to palms, before embracing the girls in a hug. Tears began to fall down his face, the glow of his eyes fading into their normal blue.

 

Kiima saw this, feeling her own tears. Love. That is true love. Maybe, one day, I will have that. She slowly turned her aching head to her Tamer, her Master. But not with him. He can't love. Those were her last thoughts before unconsciousness claimed her.

 

Soun looked to Mr. Tanaka. “Does this prove we have a fully qualified Tamer on staff and meet all requirements for full accreditation?”

 

Mr. Tanaka merely nodded, his full thought process still trying to come to terms that Sextome not only had a good twin, but was defeated by said twin. So, all he could do was stamp a paper quickly and hand it to Soun Tendo, proclaiming that the Tendo Ranch was still open for business.

 

That didn't matter to Ranma. All that mattered to him was that his soul felt cleaner after defeating Sextome. In a way, I hope he is the one to end up as a pokégirl. Maybe then, he will find a path to understanding.

 

In his heart, he didn't care. The girls he cared for were safe.

 

In the end, that was victory enough.