[Episode 3143] [Episode 3143]Anyway, now it comes to other most recent annoyance in her day. She'd been pulled into some sort of magical little ball.
And she still hurt like hell, which would be fine if it weren't for one thing. Every time she said something the ball or whatever didn't like she got zapped. This was mild for a pokegirl, but Ranma wasn't a pokegirl, just very similar, and the shocks combined with her existing pain were soul-rending.
Still, she would have been able to bear except for one little thing.
She had, in sarcasm, said something the ball wanted her to say, and that...that had felt really good.
She didn't know how long it was in the ball, but she, to her disgust, found herself slowly saying more and more things that ball wanted her to say. And she was starting to do other things that she was told. If she had started out in complete health it would have been one thing, but Ranma had started out racked by pain.
She was also in the fertile period of her cycle, and being slowly overcome by a reproduction instinct that would only occur in a creature that was at the moment one of a kind, but she wasn't aware of that.
In fact of all the three, Ranma, the most instinctual to begin with, was doing the worst at resisting the pokeball training. In fact she was failing completely.
And then the light came.
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The winged dark-elf popped out of the pokeball looking feverish and dazed. Ryan had been about to have his pokedex scan and identify her, but took a look at these symptoms.
"Man, you must need some taming right away," Ryan decided. Whatever she had turned into must have had a high libido rate for her to need taming this soon after going into Threshold.
"Yes," Ranma said dazedly. "Tame me master. Please, master."
Ryan hurried over to her and helped her up, kissing Ranma thoroughly and expertly. This counted to the dazed Ranma as that "really good" feeling and she returned the kiss fervantly, if rather wearily.
Ryan lifted her up and then lay back on the bed, letting her stay on top of him. It was quite rude and inconsiderate to make winged-pokegirls stay on the bottom, at least in his experience. In any case he gently pulled Ranma down on top of him, now kissing and tickling the girl's dark-skinned neck.
Her bat wings flapped lightly in response as she circled her arms around Ryan and nibbled at his ear sensually, letting her instincts run away with her.
Ranma felt her shirt being unbuttoned and removed gently and then felt firm, skillful hands massaging her breasts. This was more of that "really good" feeling she had gotten before, and she was very responsive.
"Thank yoooouuu," Ranma sighed. "Thank...you...master...ohhh....ohhh..." Ranma started crying, aware of what was going on, but really too afraid of the consequences should she try to stop it. And most shameful of all to Ranma, a part of her wasn't afraid of the pain. A part of her wanted this.
Ryan did not notice her distress.
The rough hands were joined by a delightfully wet tongue slipped over her breasts and flicked at her nipples. Her captor gripped her ass and pulled her closer, his hands slipping into her pants and exploring the crack. Ranma moaned expressively.
Unnoticed by Ryan, a little ways a way, a small pokeball's lights flashed for a moment before displaying the message, "not a pokegirl" and releasing the captive with in.
Ranma noticed though, and directed the angelic seeming Mariko a gaze the meaning of which could not be mistaken. The girl wanted help but was too beaten down by a combination of factors, including the lack of pain killers earlier, to help herself. So now she was even begging Mariko for a rescue.
Ryan was too involved in the process of taming his new "pokegirl" to have noticed one of the others being released. Ranma was too afraid of her pain being added to, and wanted that "good" feeling to come too much to do any more than make that silent plea for help.
Ranma's answer was a flip of angelic wings and a not nearly angelic smile as the now natural blonde cheerfully waved Ranma goodbye and made a pretense of walking out quietly so as not to disturb the young lovers.
Ranma's last shred of strength shattered and her head lolled forward into Ryan's shoulder. Ryan of course took this as the throws of passion for this unknown pokegirl as she clutched to him and sighed responsively as he rose her up and slipped her pants and boxers down.
The last barrier of Ranma's honor was taken down with a practiced thrust, though the presence of a hymen had surprised Ryan a great deal. Ranma's cries started to become audible sobs, mixxing in with the groans and calls of "master" from Ranma.
Ryan started to become aware that something odd was going on, but still, even as he kissed her mouth again, he was too distracted by other matters to consider the oddities consciously.
Then, finally, he came and she cried out in scream of agony and pleasure combined. He looked up with a smile ready, expecting to see a grateful expression on this new pokegirl's face.
Instead, he found a tear-streaked, sobbing mess that was collapsing in his arms now that the act of sex was over.
"Hey, hey," Ryan said. "Don't worry, I know Threshold is supposed to bad, but being a pokegirl doesn't mean your life is over."
"Yes, master," Ranma whispered in response. "Are you finished with me, master?"
Ryan was shocked, he'd never had the pokeball's training cause that effect on a pokegirl before. They'd never come out like slaves before, unless the girl had had a long history of mistreatment before going Threshold of course.
This was when he noticed one of his other new pokeballs was open and another was blinking. He laid the bat-elf-girl down, carefully so that she wouldn't hurt her wings, and hoping that her hair wouldn't burn the sheets. Then he walked over to the other pokeball.
He had time to read, "not a pokegirl" before the ball flipped open and a very weary and very pissed looking naga was released into his hotel room (which had been very hard to find).
"You're the one that had me in that..." Nabiki stopped as she looked to where Ranma was lying listlessly with her eyes open and staring. Then the snake girl gasped. "Oh kami! You bastard, you raped h...her!"
"No, no!" Ryan said. "She just needed..." he considered, for a moment, the message that had been on the pokegirl before it had released Nabiki. "Oh god...you're not pokegirls, are you?"
"What the FUCK is a pokegirl?" Nabiki demanded.
Ranma listened, some of the pressure on her fading as her body perceived that the need to reproduce had been accomplished.
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