Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ PokeRanma ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

 

 

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Mamoru Chiba laid in his cell, watching the small TV he had for entertainment in his cell. Since he had been betrayed by Sextome several months back, there had not been a single day he wasn't glad to have woken up as male, prayed he would go to sleep as male, and wish for the same to happen tomorrow.

 

Within Team Trauma, failure was not an option.

 

If you were a female operative and failed, there were no second chances.

 

Part of him had to smile at that. Michiru and Haruka had a strong string of successes, even acquiring him Hotaru; the pokékit, while allowing her father to appear innocent as he joined the ranks of Team Trauma.

 

But then they had a failure at acquiring a certain pokégirl for Team Trauma.

 

Never mind the fact that he and Ranma Sextome has ensured they failed.

 

The only surprise had been when it was Michiru who had developed into a psi-dyke. He would have bet good money that it would have been Haruka.

 

For males that failed, they prayed to stay male, as it was not unknown for illegal tech to be used to turn manly men into obedient pokégirls.

 

So, if you failed or were captured, you kept your mouth shut, and hoped to whatever god or gods you believed in that they didn't consider you a security threat.

 

If they did, your time with a Y-chromosome was soon to end.

 

If they didn't, you kept quiet and spilled nothing to the authorities, prayed they either forgot about you, or planned to use you again later.

 

So, no matter how much Mamoru wanted Sextome to pay, he knew what would be the price of releasing any information on his former partner and Judas.

 

Yes, he wanted revenge, but not at the cost of having his gender changed and being handed out to a few good men.

 

He had been on the giving end of those types of parties. He had no desire to ever end up on the receiving end of them.

 

“We interrupt this show for a special report. The famed member of Team Trauma; Ranma Sextome, has been captured.”

 

Mamoru had to smile at that. “So, there is a God after all.”

 

When the show went on to describe how Sextome had been apprehended, the cell block heard the maniacal laughter of Chiba.

 

And apparently, God has a great sense of humor and irony.

 

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“Hello, I am Takai Densuke, and this is the Evening News.

 

“As all of you are aware of, Ranma Sextome has been captured, and as anyone with a TV is aware of, the person responsible for this...is Ranma's double.

 

“With us today to explain this is Dr. Jack Mihoff, a famous scientist from the Americas, and the double, Ranma Saotome. Hello.”

 

The two men nodded, though it was obvious how nervous Ranma was. He was already visualizing that he would say something that would require he get shot.

 

“Dr. Mihoff, we'll start with you. Can you explain this double idea?”

 

“Sure, Takai. This Ranma is a Ranma from a parallel reality. In his world, he grew up differently, learning how to fight. You see, his world never had a Sukebe and as such, there are no pokégirls. From what I know, most of us have an analog in this world, meaning a double who is almost us, but who has led a different life.”

 

“So, Ranma Saotome is just another possibility of Sextome.”

 

Ranma growled. “I ain't anything like that bastard!”

 

Jack calmed down Ranma, before continuing. “Just because they are both Ranma, does not make them the same. As we all know, twins look alike, but can be extremely different people. This Ranma came to our world almost two weeks ago. Instead of the Tendo Ranch, there is the Tendo Dojo; a school for the martial arts.”

 

“I see,” even though the reporter did not. “So, Mr. Saotome—”

 

“Call me Ranma. Calling me Mr. Saotome makes me feel like you're referring to my Pops.”

 

“Okay then, Ranma. Can you explain how you defeated Sextome? First we have this footage of you blurring as the Slutty Senshi attack, before they fall down.”

 

Ranma scratched the back of his head, casting a glance at the video screen across from him as it showed the short clip of him facing the fuku girls. “Well, I learned a technique that allows you to throw over a hundred punches in a second, so I adapted that to my body, so I was actually running around at that time. You only saw an afterimage.”

 

“Afterimage?”

 

Jack smiled. “He was moving so fast, the camera only captured his image after he had already moved. In other words, he was going to fast for the hardware too keep constant track.”

 

Once again, Takai nodded with no real understanding. But then again, he could always get some scientist to explain it later for the next show. “Okay, so you were moving around faster than the eye could track. Then what?”

 

“Well, from my time with the Tendos, I learned that pressure points weren't that different on pokégirls than on human women, so I tapped their sleep spots and sent them to sleep.”

 

Takai blinked. “You mean you can put someone to sleep with just one touch?”

 

Ranma smiled. “Yep, you just need to know enough about ki and how to use it. Besides, I didn't wanna hurt the girls. Ain't their fault their Tamer is a jackass.”

 

“But you did fight his Phoenix.”

 

“Oh, Kiima. Well, she was a lot better in fighting than them. Her body was on fire, so I couldn't get close enough to use that pressure point. So, I had to use the Hiryü Shöten Ha, which uses opposing chi and ki fields to create a tornado fed by the opponent's own power.” He scratched his head again. “Makes you your own worst enemy.”

 

“O...kay.” He clicked on the next video frame, showing Ranma catching the illegal pokéball, and crushing it. “Now, how about this? We know from police and law enforcement reports that these illegal pokéballs can turn a person into a pokégirl. Why didn't they do that for you?”

 

Jack stymied Ranma from speaking, and answered himself. “As I have said, Ranma is fully human, not one trace of poke-DNA in him. As such, illegal tech like that can't work on him. So, the easy out most illegal Tamers use when they are being defeated will not work on Ranma in either form.”

 

“Either form?”

 

“Yes, you see, on Ranma's Earth, Jusenkyo is a cursed training ground, with pools that if you fall in, give you a cold water form based on what drowned in them.”

 

Ranma felt cold water dropped over him, and delivered a glance promising pain the Rosie, who had snuck behind him/her. Sighing, she turned to the camera. “Spring of Drowned Girl: too too tragic tale of young girl who drown in spring 1500 years ago. Now, every time I get splashed with cold water, I look like this.” Ranma then went to a smile. “Least I'm built pretty good.”

 

Jack nodded, but did not look at Ranma, who might take that as a leer. “And we've conducted tests that confirm the transformation is complete.”

 

Takai immediately took a large gulp of his water, before continuing. Yes, I will definitely be doing a follow-up interview. “Okay, next are these balls of golden blue energy.”

 

Ranma was about to explain, when water once again fell over her, changing him back.

 

“Rosie, please stop doing that.”

 

She just giggled and skipped away.

 

Ranma sighed, once again wondering if perhaps his father had sold him to a Kami or demon that was doing this to him. “Well, those are chi attack; my Möko Takabisha. From what the Doc here has been telling me, you've got some pokégirls who can do the same stuff. Well, a martial artist with enough training can do the same thing. I've just been trying to find a way to change it without the negative feedback.”

 

“Negative feedback?”

 

“Well, they say if you keep using that emotion to power it—which for me is confidence—it soon becomes all you can feel. But being the best, I expect people say I'm probably arrogant enough as it is.”

 

Jack just laughed as the reporter once again appeared stumped.

 

“Anyway, Ranma, why did you stop your assault on Sextome? I think I can safely say no one would have minded had you killed him.”

 

Ranma's eyes narrowed. “I ain't a killer. I'd kill to protect, but he ain't a threat anymore. Let him sit in prison and fear what his friends will do to him now.”

 

“I see. So, Mr. Saotome, what are your plans for the future at the moment?”

 

Ranma scratched the back of his head, playing with his pigtail soon after. “Well, we need to get those pokégirls he stole back to their Tamers. And their Tamers better be good people, or I'll knock some manners into them.”

 

Takai blinked. “Um...okay.

 

“So, what will you be doing now? The reward money for capturing Sextome is quite a lot.”

 

“So? I'll use it to improve the Ranch. These guys took me in and helped me when I arrived injured. I gotta pay them back. Besides, I promised to help the place, and I ain't a liar.”

 

“So, you'll be working at the Tendo Ranch as its Defender?”

 

“Yup. And the old rules apply. If you ain't treating the girls right, we reserve the right to take them away from you. We ain't allowing some wannabe with a God-complex to go running around and making the lives of their pokégirls hell.”

 

Jack decided to chime in. “If anyone feels we are overstepping our bounds, they should reread both current pokégirl laws as well as current pet laws. We would be well within our legal and ethical rights to do such things. Plus, these rules were approved by the current league commission. But first, we have to get the girls we recovered from Sextome back to their respective Tamers. Those without Tamers will be given their freedom, found new homes, or they may stay on the Ranch.”

 

“Yeah,” said Ranma, glad that Jack had saved him from choking on his foot again. “We're trying to contact those guys, but they can also get a hold of us at the Ranch as well.”

 

“Thank you two. Now, any other parting comments?”

 

Jack smiled. “Well, just that we here at the Tendo Ranch will definitely be turning heads for a while, so don't lose faith in us.”

 

Ranma just sighed. “I apologize in advance for anyone I unintentionally offend, unless they're evil and perverts.”

 

A knee tastes better with a light butter sauce.

 

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Mamoru had to smile at those comments. He knew he wasn't likely to get his Slutty Senshi back for a while, but at least that bastard Sextome no longer had them as well.

 

As he spotted the cell across from him being prepped, he could only guess who was going to end up there.

 

Yes, today was a good day.

 

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Keitaro Urashima made his way to the vid-phone, the incessant beeping interrupting his sleep. It had only been two weeks since his pokégirls were stolen by Sextome, and only now was he finally able to leave bed to get ready to search for them.

 

But first...the phone. “Hello?”

 

On the screen appeared a Cheshire. “Hello, are you Keitaro Urashima?”

 

He blinked. “Yeah?”

 

“Well, we—”

 

“SEMPAI!”

 

She was cut off as a Dominatrix pokékit pushed the catgirl aside.

 

“Sh-Shinobu!”

 

“Don't worry, Sempai. We're all fine. Just come and get us and I'll make certain the girls stay in shape!”

 

“Hey, is that Keitaro?”

 

The head of a fox-girl could be seen poking her head in.

 

“Mitsune! Get back to doing those leg lifts!” She turned back to the vid-screen. “We'll be waiting, Sempai!” With that, the blue haired pokékit left, yelling along the way.

 

The Cheshire sat herself back into her chair. “For the love of all that may be holy, come get them, or at the very least, tell me where to dump her off.”

 

Keitaro nodded, informing her he would be on the first available train to the Tendo Ranch to pick up his pokégirls. He knew how hard Shinobu could be on new people, as even though the Dominatrix was still a pokékit for a few more months, she was very dominant in all things.

 

Man, I wonder if she could be nicer like Naru or Motoko? They are always so quiet.

 

Like the man said, the same but different...way different.

 

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Keiichi Morisato boarded the train for Nerima, to get his pokégirls back. True, some of them were pains on occasion.

 

But he couldn't imagine his life without Belldandy, Peorth, or Hild's cooking. Marller, Urd, and Skuld were always handfuls, but he loved them just the same.

 

As he sat down, he caught sight of a newspaper that had the two Ranmas on the cover.

 

“Never thought I'd be saying this; but thank the Heavens for Ranma.”

 

Across from him on the train, he spotted an older man sitting next to a guy with somewhat spiky hair, and decided to listen in to their conversation.

 

“Remember, Tenchi. When we get the girls back, you will all have to double...no, triple, your training. You will be made better for this.”

 

“Yes, Grandfather.”

 

Keiichi just blinked. Looks like I'm not the only one here getting his girls back from Saotome.

 

If he had looked over in the seat next to him, he would have seen a guy rewinding his SDAT player, and rubbing his ankle where a warm-water penguin had been pecking him this morning. So much for the peace and quiet. Now I get to hear from Asuka how I failed to protect her from Sextome.

 

Maybe I'll just leave her with them. I mean, Rei always treats me nice, Maya is so quiet, and as pokéwomen go, Misato and Ritsuko aren't that bad.

 

Yes, amazing the types of people you can meet on the train.

 

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The Senshi had gathered in a small corner of the Battle Gym, looking out upon the dozens of pokégirls they had helped capture.

 

Not that they had wanted to. They were basically good, but when you have an evil Tamer, people tend not to make the distinction. It was a standard argument used by those who sought to remove what little civil rights a pokégirl did have. If you did bad things because of a bad Tamer, they blamed the pokégirl first for doing such things. But if a pokégirl refused, then these same people saw that individualism as a threat to be removed by any means necessary.

 

Sometimes, that included a taming cycle at such a high level, even domestic pokégirls were lucky to remember their own names afterwards.

 

So, they stayed near the corner, trying not to entice any other pokégirl into a fight, but also trying to not look too weak to invite a fight.

 

The youngest; a pokékit named Hotaru, was behind them, as the others formed a circle around her. She had been the youngest of the group, and the last besides Michiru and Hotaru, and even though they all protected the little girl like they would a sister, it was more so to Michiru and Haruka.

 

It had been the worst day in their lives when Sextome told Hotaru that is was actually Michiru and Haruka who had forced her threshold. The look of hurt and betrayal in her eyes broke the hearts of the former Team Trauma members. The two were seen as outcasts, even in their new group, despite the fate that had befallen them.

 

But that had changed shortly after they had been reassigned to Sextome after Chiba's...failure.

 

It had been Usagi who had found out why neither Master had used sex to tame Hotaru.

 

Every time Sextome or Chiba would get the urge, Haruka or Michiru would take her place.

 

For the two neo pokégirls who were originally lesbians, and now for the one whose very body detested males, it was the ultimate humiliation...and the only punishment they felt they deserved for their past misdeeds.

 

The males had stripped them of humanity, of rights, and finally the choice to say no. If they refused, then Hotaru would get tamed.

 

So, for her, they took the hit.

 

When Usagi had informed the others, they had arrived in time to see Sextome leave the room, heading off to enjoy the comfort of his faithful Phoenix.

 

Inside the room, there was no need to guess what had happened, you just knew. Both pokégirls were still on the bed, tears still coming down their now bruised faces.

 

And when they had explained why they were allowing it to happen...

 

A new bond was formed, and it was no longer just the two protecting Hotaru.

 

But now, they were all alone. Sextome was defeated and gone, their service to Team Trauma ended for the moment, and their future uncertain.

 

Would they be split up?

 

Would they be locked up?

 

“Oh my, I'm sorry for the wait.”

 

The looked at the pokégirl who was before them.

 

Kasumi just smiled, opening the cart she had pushed before her. She pulled out blankets, cushions, and finally meals for the Senshi.

 

It was then the group looked out upon the rest of the pokégirls in the gym. All had the same amenities they now were given, and some places were empty where pokégirls had been picked up.

 

“Sorry it took so long, but the meal service came at the same time as the supply van. It was so nice of the League to send us this stuff. It really saved on the preparation time for the meals.”

 

The Senshi looked at their plates, now sitting on soft cushions and covered in blankets. They were full, hot meals. Unlike living with Sextome, these meals weren't going to be stolen from them, tampered with for punishment, or cut back because they failed in some way.

 

So, they dug in.

 

“Excuse me,” asked Setsuna, “but do you know what's going to happen to us? We don't have an original Master who is not currently inside prison.” She left off the part that some of their previous Masters were now pokégirls.

 

Kasumi smiled. “Well, that is up to you. Master said when you decide, you can inform him and he'll help you as best he can.”

 

“HUH?”

 

Kasumi blinked. “Well, you can choose to walk away from the Ranch free, stay here as free pokégirls, or even join Master's group. He really is a nice and caring Master, even when he's female.” She turned to the side, mumbling. “I'll be damned if I try that with him again, though. Damn hip is still bothering me.”

 

The girls looked at her with confusion, so she went over to the wall screen beside them, and brought up the interview that had recently been shown on television.

 

“Woah,” was the general consensus.

 

“So,” asked Usagi, “he is a boy who turns into a girl?”

 

“Oh, yes,” said Kasumi, who took a seat along with the girls and ate a salad. “But be careful if you try Master in his female form for taming. He is...durable.”

 

“Durable?” asked Haruka.

 

Kasumi smiled. “Well, he did outlast three pokégirls, and was the only one who walked out from the room under their own power.” She turned to Michiru. “I would recommend working on your endurance, or perhaps having the others go first to tire him out some.”

 

“You've got to be kidding!” exclaimed Makoto.

 

Kasumi shook her head. “Check the video files for his room two nights ago. Nine hours, and we were the ones that had to be treated for dehydration and extreme exhaustion.”

 

“What about pokékits like Hotaru?” asked Ami.

 

“Oh, I don't believe he's ever had to deal with a pokékit before. I had better inform him. Now, they just require cuddling for about thirty minutes, correct?”

 

Hotaru nodded as Kasumi got up, smoothing out her outfit. “Well, I had better go inform him about what is necessary for pokékits. Enjoy your meal.”

 

As she left, the girls finished their meals and went once again to the monitor, bringing up a split screen. One showed him in his male form with the three Tendo sisters, while the other showed his one adventure as all female with the girls.

 

“Well, he is...better with techniques...than Sextome.” Minako wiped her mouth.

 

“And we know she is a natural redhead,” imparted Michiru.

 

Suffice to say, they missed the remaining pokégirls leaving with their Masters. But two certain pokégirls were wondering if Ranma's female form was reacting to the Milktit milk like other pokégirls.

 

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Kiima slowly felt reality return to her, as well as the pain associated with it. There wasn't a single part of her not in pain, and she could swear her hair felt bruised as well.

 

Slowly, she opened her eyes, wondering what the hell had happened to bring her to such pain. Did I displease Master? Then she saw the worried face of Ranma. “M...master?”

 

Ranma sighed. “Nope, I ain't ugly enough.”

 

Kiima would have growled if she had the energy. “So then what do you want, copy?”

 

Ranma brought a glass towards her, a straw in it. “Well, I wanted to make certain I didn't hurt you too bad. Here, drink this; it'll help you heal better. The Professor said not too much, since you're lying on your chest. He said it was some result to a pokégirl other than healing. Can't really say why, though, I've drunk gallons of the stuff and my chest doesn't hurt.”

 

Kiima blinked. Was this person that clueless? “Milktit milk causes females to lactate.”

 

“So you mean it'll make you have to go to the bathroom real bad. Okay, well I guess I'm used to it then after all that cooking the tomboy made making me go constantly.”

 

“Lactate, not laxative!” Well, he is definitely not Sextome. “It means your breasts will swell slightly and produce milk, at least for females anyway.”

 

She then got to see the pleasant sight of the man before her falling down off his seat, spilling the milk all over himself, and his hands up in warding gestures, before he took off running around, screaming that he didn't want to be leaking.

 

She assumed she had a head injury since she could have swore his hair was red now, his voice higher, and she could have swore he now had bulges in his chest that were common on females.

 

“Calm down, Ranma,” said a guy in a lab coat. “If that was going to happen to your female form, it would have happened by now. It is most likely a result of you being one hundred percent human.”

 

“Why are you a female now?” asked Kiima, straining to not jump to the conclusion that maybe she was in hell, or having a strange nightmare.

 

Signing, Ranma asked the Professor to get her some hot water, while he sat down and explained the edited version of his life, his arrival, and his curse.

 

Now back to male after demonstrating the curse a few times, he looked at the injured pokégirl. “Any questions?”

 

She just continued to blink. If she hadn't known from Professor Mihoff that she did not have any cranial trauma, she would assume she was delusional. “So, what happens to me now?”

 

Ranma just shrugged. “No clue, that's up to you. You can stay here or head out on your own. The choice is up to you. Kami-sama knows I ain't gonna force you to do anything except be good while you're here.”

 

“So...what? Does that mean either I'm your pokégirl or out on my own?”

 

“Nope,” he shook his head. “You can stay here at the Ranch, but you just gotta follow the rules like everyone else.”

 

“Ranma,” interrupted Jack. “Nabiki said she needed to see you about something.”

 

He nodded, before turning back to Kiima. “Take care and get well soon.”

 

As the door shut behind him, Jack looked at the clock. “I give him half an hour.”

 

“Half an hour for what?” asked Kiima.

 

“It'll be that long before he even thinks of asking where Milktit milk comes from.”

 

She could only blink. “He is that clueless?”

 

“I prefer to refer to it as innocence and lack of information. His world is a little bit...repressed...on the issues of sex.” Of course, it also helps to have an overanxious tomboy beat you every time anything sexual comes up.

 

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“Damn,” muttered Ranma as he went over the files Nabiki had gotten for him. “So they don't have anywhere to go, huh?”

 

She nodded, sitting in her chair with the computer terminal behind her. “The system doesn't have a clue why Mamoru Chiba assembled them, but we can safely assume when he got locked up, Sextome took them for his own. Family connections are hard to trace due to protection programs to hide victims. Some that we don't have to worry about tracing are Makoto: whose parents died when she was four, Hotaru: whose father is believed to be working for Team Trauma, and Setsuna: who appears to have no family records that I can find.”

 

He nodded. “And the others?”

 

“Well, Ami has a Nurse Joy for a mother, but she could be anywhere. Minako's parents are currently in the Blue League—what you called Great Britain—doing some work. Usagi's family went underground. Rei's worked for a shrine, but they disappeared into hiding as well. And for Haruka and Michiru...I doubt their families would even claim them. Apparently there were some warrants out for them since they were operatives of Team Trauma.”

 

Ranma just blinked. “So they hire pokégirls?”

 

Nabiki shook her head. “Nope. Some girls who don't go through threshold keep a human female appearance. But in Team Trauma, if they fail...”

 

“They get turned into pokégirls.”

 

“Yep. From what intelligence the law enforcement has been able to gather, they usually have their full minds left intact. Adds to the punishment. They say they even do that to certain males.”

 

Ranma gulped. “Glad Sextome's little ball didn't turn me into one.”

 

“So are the rest of us. That was a pretty big chance you took catching it.”

 

He smiled. “Well, I figured if it needed poke-DNA, then I'd be safe. I was half tempted to bat it back to him.”

 

She began to rub the bridge of her nose. “Great, that's all you need; a female Ranma to have to tame.”

 

Ranma became green as the image appeared in his mind. “Don't ever say that again.”

 

She giggled. “As long as you keep it quiet that I helped you with this.” Seeing his confused expression, she explained herself. “Pokégirls aren't supposed to be smart enough to use a computer like I can. After all, if a slave is smart, they might rebel.”

 

“Right, so keep the intelligence quiet.”

 

“Exactly.”

 

He returned to looking over the files.

 

She had to ask him. “So, are you planning on letting them join you if they ask?”

 

He nodded. “Well, it ain't like they got somewhere better to go. If Sextome kept the Senshi, then his higher ups must have also bought into whatever reason this Mamoru used to get them. And as for Kiima, I doubt she'd ever had anyone other than Sextome. Besides, you told me what awaits a free pokégirl on the outside; it ain't like they have a lot of choices here.”

 

She had to nod. Even she wasn't angry enough with them to do that. She had heard her fair share of horror stories about mistreated pokégirls, abandonment, and what could happen to those without Tamers.

 

She wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.

 

And I was so getting used to the nightly taming sessions. “Well, if they want it, I'll have to make a schedule for taming. I wouldn't be a good Alpha otherwise.”

 

She stood up from her chair, walking over to his seat, taking the files from him to sit on a nearby table, and sat in his lap, her arms around him. “And since I might have to share you soon with another ten girls, I would like some special taming time for myself.” With that, she delivered a kiss that nearly knocked his pigtail straight.

 

Sometimes, it was good to be the Good Guy.

 

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Mamoru kept laughing as they placed the bandaged Ranma Sextome in the cell across from his own. As the guards left, he decided to tease the new arrival. “So the great Ranma Sextome has finally fallen; to a mere human no less. Why, the Gods must doth weep at such a travesty, or doth they be laughing their collective asses off.”

 

“Such the hell up, Tux-boy,” Sextome growled. “When I get out of here, I'm gonna turn his ass into a Tigress.”

 

“Yeah, if he had any poké-DNA, you might have a shot. But this guy is you from another reality, so ain't a chance in hell. But don't trust me and try it. I'm certain when he makes you a Tigress, you'll find a nice Master to tame you.”

 

“Go to hell!” cried out the bandaged man, before wincing and holding his sides. “Ain't a chance in hell that guy's human.”

 

Mamoru shrugged. “Keep saying that. If it'll help, maybe the leaders will even buy it.” His voice quieted down. “But I'm sure they'll see you as a larger threat than me. And you know how they...silence...large threats.”

 

Sextome ignored him, lying back on his cot. He wasn't too worried. He knew he wouldn't be here for too much longer.

 

After all, unlike Chiba, he had a backup in case he was ever caught.

 

He just had to wait, for the Terrible Trio to finish off the copy, and then come get him.

 

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Ranma, Nabiki, and Hotaru were walking back from a local store. Since Tanaka had approved them again in the league, they had received their full stipends again, which meant tons of food.

 

Unfortunately, that did not include the spices to prepare that food.

 

So, they were coming back from the store with two bags full of spices, each in the backpack Ranma had on. “Well, I hope we got everything Kasumi wanted.” Nabiki then turned to Ranma. “Really, Ranma, where did you think all that milk was coming from?”

 

He just shook his head. “Man, I really don't know much, do I?”

 

Ranma recalled how he had learned. One moment, he was walking into the kitchen to talk to Kasumi about her training, when he noticed that she was...refilling...the milk pitcher.

 

"Hello, Ranma. I'm just refilling the mi... Oh my, he passed out. I wonder where all that blood came from?"

 

Hotaru giggled as she held his hand. She had to admit, she really did like this Ranma. When she was near Sextome, she only felt fear, hatred, depression for her life turning out like that.

 

When she was near Ranma, she felt happy, confident things would only get better, and a peace she had rarely known.

 

Plus... “Nabiki, is it true you were just a kitten a few weeks ago?”

 

Nabiki nodded. “Yep, this stud made me evolve twice in one taming session.”

 

She had said that more for the crowd watching them than confirming for Hotaru. It never hurt to rub it in to local pokégirls that you had a superior trainer than they did. If nothing else, other trainers would start seeing Ranma as a premiere pokégirl master, and start coming to the Ranch to be trained by him. In a way, it might start a revolution in the male mind, and increase pokégirl rights in a way that those controlling farts in the dark cities—cities known for the abusiveness of pokégirls—had never prepared for.

 

Hotaru was giddy for a different reason. She knew it was only a matter of time before she changed from a pokékit to a pokégirl. “Do you think when my first taming comes; he can evolve me like that?”

 

Nabiki bent down, looking into the innocent eyes of the kitten. “Not certain, but you've got to admit, it'll be really fun for you when he tries.”

 

The two cat-types giggled as Ranma glowed red from embarrassment.

 

Suddenly, he grabbed both cat-girls, hopping back, and avoiding several knives that impacted where he had been standing.

 

“So, the enemy has a modicum of talent in running away.”

 

The three turned to look on top of a roof, where three masked men were standing.

 

The first spoke, wearing a white outfit with a duck mask. “You have offended the honor of Team Trauma!”

 

The second spoke, wearing a blue outfit with a blue mask with lightning patterns drawn on it. “Thou has dared stand against those who are the chosen of the Gods.”

 

The third spoke, wearing a black outfit with a pig mask. “And for such an offense, we shall carry out your sentence of guilty.”

 

The three then spoke as one. “For the sentence is death, to be carried out by the Terrible Trio!”

 

“Terrible Pig!” He then struck a sentai pose.

 

“Terrible Thunder!” He followed in a similar pose.

 

“Terrible Duck!” He finished out the pose, trying to make it look impressive.

 

Nabiki and Hotaru backed up, fearful of what these men could do. Anyone who hadn't been isolated in a cave at the bottom of the sea in the middle of the ocean had heard of the Terrible Trio, ruthless assassins of Sextome.

 

Ranma, however, was pounding the ground, laughing. “Oh, God...stop...man...too funny!”

 

“How dare you mock those of us truly chosen by the Gods!”

 

Ranma sat up, dusting himself off. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Kuno.”

 

The Trio stopped. “We do not know this Kuno you speak of.”

 

Ranma just smirked. “Duck-boy is Mousse. The True Blunder is Tatewaki Kuno. And little P-chan over there is Ryoga Hibiki.”

 

The Trio backed up a bit. “No, we are not those people.”

 

“Please!” exclaimed Ranma. “Those guys attack me all the time in my world. You think some dumb ass masks and lame poses will make me forget your voices. Now, get down here so I can kick your asses.”

 

“Enough of the foul cur's lies about who we are! Let us end him!” With that, Terrible Thunder threw out a lone pokéball. Terrible Duck threw out three, and Terrible Pig threw out one.

 

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The pokégirls of the Terrible Trio are:

 

Shampoo: AMAZONWU, the Weapon-Using Pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: human style foods, heavy on rice
Role: warriors, bodyguards
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Normal, Rock, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic
Attacks: Weapon Use, Distance Attack, Chi Blast, Parry
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x4), Enhanced Agility, Endurance
Evolves: Herowu (normal)
Evolves From: TyAmazon (battle stress; special)
A cousin of the Amazonlee, Amazonchan, and Amazonkapoeraa. While the `lee specializes in kicks and footwork, the `chan specializes in punches and strength, and the `kapoeraa specializes in tumbles and acrobatics, the `wu specializes in the use of a single weapon. Most often this is a sword, although some Amazonwus are beginning to choose more esoteric weapons to try and distinguish themselves from other sword-fighting pokégirls. Like the `chan, `lee, and `kapoeraa, Amazonwus also have an odd dietary problem. In the case of the `wu (not to be confused with the Wu) this is a fondness for coffee. When a `wu gets coffee it tends to mellow them out instead of giving a caffeine buzz, the more coffee the more mellow until a torpor is achieved.

LingLing and LungLung: TYAMAZON, the Martial Artist Apprentice Pokegirl

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Fighting

Frequency: Rare (Uncommon in Edo League)

Diet: any human style food, with vegetarian tendencies

Role: a Tyamazon's purpose is to fight. It will be at some tournament or at a martial arts dojo.

Libido: Average

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

Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic

Attacks: Pummel, Punch, Kick, Chi Blast, Super Jump, Tackle

Enhancements: Fast learner at combat styles and over human speed, strength and endurance.

Evolves: Amazonchan (battle stress; special), Amazonlee (battle stress; special), Amazonkapoeraa (battle stress; special), Amazonwu (battle stress; special) (depends on their training)

Evolves From: None

The Tyamazon is a rare Fighting-type pokégirl, their only purpose in life is to become stronger and learn all the martial arts she can.

Often found at dojos through the different leagues of the world, not as teachers but as students, once a Tyamazon has learned all that she could, she will move to a different location to start her training anew. The potential of a Tyamazon is that, depending in what training they had, they can evolve into an Amazonchan, an Amazonlee, an Amazonkapoeraa, or an Amazonwu. Once they evolve, they stop thinking as a Tyamazon (meaning that they stop the intense quest in learning martial arts) since they consider that they have stopped being an apprentice.

Usually, it depends on where the Tyamazon had been living to what type she will evolve. If in the Edo League, a Tyamazon usually evolves into a Amazonlee or an Amazonchan, and sometimes into an Amazonwu, but never into an Amazonkapoeraa. But in the southern continents, a

Tyamazon has more chances of evolving into a Amazonkapoeraa than an Amazonchan, Amazonlee, or Amazonwu. Usually, the evolution of a Tyamazon happens after a battle (if the Tyamazon won).

When in a Tamer's Harem, a Tyamazon will try to learn as much as she can from each fight that she has, and will eventually evolve in time.

 

Ukyo: NINJANEZUMI, the Ninja Rat Pokegirl
Type: Animorphic - Mouse/Rat
Element: Fighting/Dark
Frequency: Very Uncommon (Gold League), Rare (Edo League), Very Rare - Unknown (Other Leagues)
Diet: cheese, nuts, fruits
Role: covert operations, subterfuge, commonly used by criminal elements
Libido: Above Average (High with favored master)
Strong Vs: Normal, Rock
Weak Vs: Cat-types, Snake-types, Elemental
Attacks: Kick, Tackle, Bite, Claw, Sword Dance, Sword Strike, Agility, "Behold the Power of Cheese"
Enhancements: Good Night-vision, Extremely High Auditory Range, Decent Speed, knowledgeable in sword usage
Disadvantages: Low Endurance, extremely afraid of cat-types (especially Cheetits!)
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Titmouse (Proper mechanism unknown, but Dark Stone seems to work)
Ninjanezumis are mouse-types, covered with short but thick pinkish/purple fur, having a slight muzzle, large rounded ears, a long thin tail, and HUGE breasts, about DD to E.
The ears of a Nezumininja are VERY sensitive to any from of sound wave. They are about four and a half feet in height, great flexibility, and are not very strong.
They are a naturally secretive and unfriendly type of pokégirl, which is especially eccentric, considering they are mouse pokégirls. They rarely make noise, and when they do, they only do so one spoken to by their Tamer. They are VERY loyal to their Tamers, and do their tasks with high efficiency, completing the task almost every time and in record time.
Ninjanezumis were thought to have been made by Sukebe to be his ultimate assassins. Cunning, swift, and deadly...
However, they are thought to have tried to assassinate Sukebe of their own accord... The reasons, and if this story has any truth to it, is unknown to this day... But this also leads to the idea that Sukebe created more cat pokégirls as a way to say, "thanks" to his traitors. Ninjanezumis are incredibly skilled combatants, but, like most mouse pokégirls, they have a special disadvantage against cats and are easily startled/intimidated by the feline pokégirls, especially Cheetits! Ninjanezumi are often employed by gangs and members of the underworld, as they are very quiet and reliable to do more 'underhanded' tasks then most pokégirls in general.


Kodachi: DOMINA, the Aggressive Pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Plant/Poison (leather is NOT a valid element)
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: human style food, heavy on meat
Role: frequently domesticated pokégirl, often used to discipline/oversee other pokégirls. Also commonly used by criminal elements.
Libido: High
Strong Vs: Tomboys, Ingenue, non elementals
Weak Vs: Psychic, elementals
Attacks: Rose Whip, Call Me Queen, Poison Lash, Dominate, Sex Attacks 1 & 3
Enhancements: Toughness, Hypnotic Gaze/Voice, Healing Factor
Evolves: Dominatrix (normal), DragonQueen (Dragon E-Medal)
Evolves From: Nymph (Dark Stone)
Dominas are difficult to control and not recommended for beginning
Tamers. They have some minor psychic talents, mainly their ability to use a gaze/voice attack called Dominate. Their Rose Whip technique is a layered ability, forming a whip-like tendril out of a common plant, which they can then use for a variety of attacks. There are breeds with a natural resistance to the attacks of Domina and Dominatrix, such as the various cat-types and armored varieties like Valkyrie. Others are actually more susceptible, such as Ingenue and Tomboy. Domina and Dominatrix enjoy pain, and are fond of violence. Which makes them both difficult to discipline and excellent fighters.

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Ranma was stunned, and growing angrier. Not only was what he was now seeing blowing his mind, but he felt the Nekoken clawing its way out again.

 

Kuno was using his own sister as a pokégirl. Ranma had always known Kuno was a few screws loose. But to be using his sister like that... Even Kodachi didn't deserve that.

 

Then there was Mousse. He had Shampoo, and two young pokékits that Ranma recognized as Ling Ling and Lung Lung.

 

And then there was Ryoga...who was using Ukyo as his pokégirl.

 

“Now,” cried out Mousse/Terrible Duck, “attack and finish off the foul interloper who messes with Team Trauma!”

 

Ranma just blurred before the pokégirls and pokékits could even move the first foot down in their charge. Hearing a thumping sound, they turned around to see the unmasked faces of their Tamers and they lay bloody and beaten on the ground.

 

Beside them, was the target they had just about attacked, on all fours, his eyes glowing an eerie red, the backpack still on his shoulders.

 

The girls felt a breeze as a cat-girl ran past them, glomping onto the feral man. “Ranma, remember, you aren't a killer! They can't harm you now, or anyone else!”

 

Hotaru walked up to Ranma. Nabiki had told her of this before, and Hotaru had seen this side of Ranma when she watched the part of the battle she had been rendered unconscious for. Is this the dark side that they keep under control? Is this the beast she asked me to help with, to keep from fully emerging? She hugged him as well. “Please come back to normal, Ranma.”

 

The eyes remained red as he growled. The urge was still to kill those who would harm the friends. It still felt the need to eliminate those males that had presumed to be superior to it.

 

But the mates...they wanted him to be...him.

 

Sighing, the eyes returned to their original blue. Slowly, he stood onto his two feet, his urges to kill fading. He looked first at the three analogs of his rivals, before casting a look at the analogs of his fiancées. Sighing, he reached over the three bodies of his former assassins, blurring his hands as he emptied them of anything hidden, including pokéballs. But unlike Sextome, the only ones they had belonged to the girls they had just used.

 

“Listen, can you girls come with us. I gotta drop these losers at the jail, and then we can head home and get you guys a decent meal.”

 

The pokégirls had no real loyalty to their owners. At one point, they had belonged to Ranma Sextome, but he had dumped them on the Terrible Trio when he acquired the Slutty Senshi.

 

But they knew the difference between their target and the bastard who had used and then discarded them.

 

So they followed. After all, without their Tamers to give them new directions, they were supposed to obey a male still awake.

 

Got to love Team Trauma training that actually paid to listen to.

 

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In a cell at a high security prison, Mamoru smiled. He didn't know why, but he knew he was about to have a new reason to mess with Sextome's head.