[Episode 42509] [Episode 42509]Everything was going according to plan.
In exchange for those two, she would be getting materials for her grand scheme of revenge against her nemesis and original, Jean Grey.
She chuckled wickedly. A textbook capture and retrieval. All that was left was to rest during the next few hours and dream evil dreams.
After all, her quarry were safely locked away in the back, so what could possibly go wrong?
Famous last words.
The clone had been briefed by Sinister about the alien abilities, but as anyone in an alternate timeline in Nerima could tell you about Ranma Saotome, it was that *NOTHING* EVER went according to plan around him.
Even as she drifted off for a quick nap, in the impromptu cell in the main hold of the plane, the male hybrid was struggling back to conciousness. His nervous system had been able to analyze the sudden attack on it and was even now responding by developing new defenses within his neural pathways. Subconciously remembered meditation and mental focusing exercises from years of martial arts training proved useful in developing a base for how to handle such an unanticipated event. The next psychic attacker would be in for a nasty surprise when they tried to hit this martial artist's mind again. The same trick would never work the same way twice on Ranma, his X-factor of adaptation would see to that.
Ranma awoke to darkness, bound, gagged and sealed in a opaque container that felt cool and metallic to his sensitized skin.
His head ached and pounded, a lingering after-effect of the psychic attack. More dangerously though, was that while his conscious mind was still disoriented by the mental hammer applied to it, his more primal sub-concious mind had no such handi-caps right now.
Had there been anyone able to see him, that watcher would have noted that the hybrid's eyes were shifting from blue...to pitch black.
The restraints were top of the line, designed to hold even the toughest superhuman or mutant. Titanium steel, kevlar, electrical neural scramblers, the whole nine yards.
Compared to the restraints Genma had come up with on their training trip when he dropped his son into a bloodied sea of ravenous great white sharks in order to try and teach Ranma the legendary Shark-Fist, they were child's play.
His stomach growled, those sharks had tasted Damn good !
Ranma's skin shifted into a non-conductive form as he used a combination of Anything goes training and his own natural ability to displace mass from various points on his body to slip out of his bonds.
His cell proved to be more of a challenge, it was air-tight to his questing fingers, only two openings for air from an artifically smelling source could be found. The container itself was resiliant enough to absorb the kinetic force of his blows, and when he tried claws and teeth, proved equally tough against that as well.
So Ranma resorted to a more fundamental technique.
Concentrating his senses, the hybrid began to lightly tap the sides, searching for the weakest point. When he found it, he began to increase the rhythm and pitch of his tapping, seeking the right harmonic frequency to sympthatize with his prison.
In a way this was similar to the Breaking Point technique, a simple application of precisly applied energy at the proper spot.
When the side started to vibrate like an animal in agony, he knew it was ready.
With one perfectly disruptive blow, the container's side ruptured with a scream of shattering metal and ceramic.
That noise alone was loud enough to awaken Madeline Pryor. But the screech of an alarm from her console ensured she was wide awake and aware that her 'perfect' mission had just taken a wrong turn. There was a breach where her prisoners were.
Idly noting that they had only just entered Japanese airspace, the redheaded villainess was pissed as all hell. She would teach those little brats that ruining *her* pleasant dreams was an offense that brought much pain and suffering upon the offender.
Grabbing the anti-phermone filtermask from where she'd tossed it to the side, she slipped the protective gear over her face and stalked back to deal with whichever one of them had broken free.
She opened the door and headed back to the holding area. But when she got there...
"Lights!"
No response.
Pryor scowled, furious at the plane's computer for not responding.
But when she tried the manual switch, she found that didn't work either.
She looked up and squinted, just barely visible was the shattered remains of the illuminating panels.
Clever little git.
She expanded her telepathic abilities outward, noting that the female was still out cold in her own cell. So it was the male that had escaped, she might have known.
"Come on out, you can't hide from me."
But he was hiding from her. She couldn't sense him anywhere nearby.
Madeline frowned, confused by this development and heedless of the danger. Had the boy somehow managed to get off of the plane? A teleportation ability?
Then something hit her from the side.
Her mask took the brunt of the blow, tearing off and scraping her ears and chin as it bounced off onto the dark floor.
She fired a TK bolt in instinctive response and was rewarded by a grunt and the sound of a body slamming back against the wall.
His concentration disrupted, Ranma's form shimmered back into sight as his skin's chameleon mimicry faded into his normal skin color.
"Sneaky thing, you'll pay for that!"
Confident as ever, she launced her psychic assault.
Only this time, Ranma was ready for her.
Rather then try a futile attempt to straight out block a superior force, he rode out her mental fury, using his own primitive force of will to deflect the brunt of her power from hitting his mind directly and simply taking the rest and letting his now prepared neural network deal with it.
The red head's surprise was complete when the hybrid tackled her.
She blasted him away again, but not before his newly formed claws tore through her clothes and drew blood from superficial cuts. And not before, also unnoticed by her, Ranma's new trick came into play.
Two tiny biological crystal darts, fired from concealed openings on his forearms using air compressed from within his body and dissolving rapidly into her bloodstream.
The payload took effect quickly.
Pryor was just preparing to finish off the recovering hybrid when she staggered, her mind suddenly fuzzying up from the potent chemical cocktail injected into her system. She found herself slumping to the floor, unable to form the concentration necessary to utilize her powers. And now for the first time she realized the peril she was in.
She had read the dossier on the Species provided by Sinister, she knew what would happen if the male got to her.
The woman started to crawl like a drunkard for the exit, her terror heightened by the pleasant warmth she finally realized was flowing through her breasts, her stomach..and down there.
"Phermones..."
She'd missed the signs thanks to sheer force of will, but now that her mind had been clouded, her body's reactions were making themselves known with a vengence.
The sight of a foot ahead stopped her. A foot that was only part-human.
"No!"
Somewhere in the fight, the young man had shifted into his hybrid form, a dark presence that was much more humanoid then Syl, but still a force to be reckoned with.
Pryor's eyes widened in horror at the sight of his swollen member. Pre-cum dripped like little glass pearls from the slit on the head, and the testicles underneath pulsed and throbbed like little thermonuclear power generators.
"Stay away!"
The dagger-like claws on his hands made quick work of her remaining attire without so much as a scratch to her body.
She stumbled back from his form, unknowingly giving him an enticing view of her large breasts and the glorious strawberry nipples crowning their peaks as well as the crimon delta between her legs.
"You hurt me. You hurt my mate. Why?"
Thinking to stall for time, Madeline tried to spin a story in response to the hybrid's unexpected question. Only to find that the same thing denying her access to her powers was also making it impossible to hold her tongue.
Confused as he was, Ranma was still aware enough to get the gist of what this woman was telling him.
There were threats that knew about him, wanted to capture him, wanted to capture his MATES!
This could not be allowed.
While he was distracted, Madeline tried to escape.
But she didn't get far.
Clawed fingers picked her up like a toddler and brought her close to the martial artist's chest as his body shifted from combat to breeding mode.
She struggled weakly against him, her compromised nervous system trying its best to fight off the effects of his phermones. A fight that was soon turned into a rout as her new proximity to the male put her almost directly in contact with his musk emitters.
Soon she was drowning in a haze of need and involuntary arousal, as her nipples stiffened and the first wetness made itself present in her valley.
"No, you can't do this to me, I am...I am..."
Ranma silenced the female's protests with a demanding kiss, forcing his way in and plundering her mouth with his questing tongue. The young Jean Grey clone stiffened in shock as she experienced a new, more potent version of his Dna 'markers'.
One hand reached around to play with her breasts, stroking and pulling, teasing the nipples, stimulating her overall physical reactions. The other pushed her down, then dove to check her readiness, one finger sliding in like a thief to explore her inner folds.
He swallowed her desperate cries, though now Madeline could no longer distinguish if she was begging him to stop or to continue.
When he finally broke the kiss, she was panting and whimpering as the last vestiges of her concious mind tried a last rally to stop this descent into genetic enslavement.
"No...please...I need it...please...No...you can't..."
Ranma positioned himself at her gate.
Pryor tried to wiggle free, but his grip on her was firm.
He began to move, teasing her sex and the little nubbin at the top, applying pressure but never quite penetrating.
Pryor's scream came out as a weak and shaky cry. This erotic torture was driving her insane, why wouldn't he put an end to all this?!
And then his eyes caught hers, and she knew.
This was her punishment for attacking them. If she wanted release, she would have to ask him for it. He wasn't going to just take her, he was going to make her an active participent in her own downfall.
She knew this, but at that moment she didn't care.
She needed it, she needed...him.
Madeline opened her legs out wide, spreading her most secret parts like a lurid sacrifice.
"Please!"
Ranma thrust in, his first stroke plunging his shaft fully within her warm lubricated depths. His animalistic cry of triumph entwined with Pryor's scream of pleasure and pain as the villainess's fall became complete.
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