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Ranma In the Pokegirl World / Pilots and Pokegirls – Chapter
06 – Asuka’s Distress / A Helluva Fight

Started: April
10, 2004

Finished: April
15, 2004

Current Revision: April
15, 2004

A Story By Warpwizard

A Pokegirl Fanfiction, containing characters from Ranma ½,
Neon Genesis Evangelion, and in the future possibly other Anime as well.

Based on the Pokegirl material created by Metroanime and
others, though I’m restrestricting myself to following that continuity.

I’m Giving In To The
Crowd Disclaimer: I own nothing,
especially not the characters and settings containing in this fic. Don’t sue me! Like anyone would bother.

Lemon Interruptus Warning! There areno sex acts taking place in this
chapter! Horny readers beware!

Author Uses Smutty
Language Warning! Crude slang terms
for the male and female anatomy are contained herein! Danger Will Robinson!

No Guarantee Of Plot
Warning! This ain’t the Iliad. Telling me how plotless and inane this is
will have no effect on subsequent chapters.
So there!

* * *

[mid-afternoon, nest of Shinji’s catgirl]

Eventually, Shinji woke up and yelled for Ranma to come get
him down. Fuwafuwa hissed at the
martial artist when he stuck his head over the edge of her nest, but Shinji’s
hand on her shoulder quieted her.

She looked inquisitively at her new master and perked her
cute furry cat-ears.

“Boobcat?”

Now that she wasn’t restricted to feline sounds, Shinji
could appreciate the pleasant feminine tone of her voice.

“Boobcat?”

lasslass=MsoNormal>
Shinji’s mouth twitched, then formed into a small smile. “You know, I’m almost getting used to
traveling that way.”

Ranma smiled back.
“Heh.”

It was a nice change, the ex-Neriman reflected be be able to play a joke on
someone without being yelled at or even attacked. He blinked a moment later, realizthatthat he was once again
reflecting on the past he couldn’t consciously remember. ‘I guess I couldn’t do that sort of thing at
‘home’. Eh, who needs it if it’s that
kind of place.’

Ranma would have been surprised to know that Shinji was
thinking along similar lines. The
former resident of Tokyo-3 *could* remember what it was like at ‘home’, and he
was coming to realize, more and more, that in comparison, he didn’t mind this
place all that much.

Their current environment and lack of supplies sucked, but
he’d been informed that it wasn’t lik like this, and they’d be reaching
civilization sooner or later. He liked
Ranma and Cloud, and his duties piloting a giant mecha into mortal combat had
been replaced with the responsibility to be the “Tamer” of Fuwafuwa, a duty
which he’d recently experienced andher her enjoyed. He hadn’t been gone long enough to miss anyone, but he supposed
he’d eventually miss Misato and his two school buddies.

‘*If* I’m here that long…’

Shinji broke out of his thoughts to see and hear his
Pokegirl scrambling down her tree, a mewling chibi-catgirl held in her
teeth. She dropped the kitten at his
feet, gave him a toothy smile, and with a cry of “Boobcat!” and a flick of her
black-tipped tail, sprang into the tree’s lower branches to get another.

Shinji smiled faintly at the kitten as she twined about his
ankles, purring madly. He paled as the
thought occurred to him that he was now, in a way, the kittens’ “father”.

‘Ahhh! I don’t want
to be a father! I don’t want to be
like…him.’

Ranma seemed to have gotten the same idea. He eyed the kitten warily, but still managed
to give a teasing grin. “Heh, those
kittens seem to like you, Shin-man.
It’s almost like you’reir Pir Pop or something!”

He then noticed his friend’s downcast expression. “What’s wrong?”

Only Ranma’s sharp hearing enabled him to hear Shinji’s
whisper. “…I don’t want to be a
father. Ever.”

Ranma stepped closer.
“Hey, I was only kidding. What’s
wrong?” His eyes narrowed a moment
later as a thought occurred.
“…something about your Pop?”

Shinji sighed, enjoying the kitten’s friendly ankle-rub
despite himself. “…yeah.”

Ranma nodded understandingly and then spoke, his eyes
thoughtful. “I don’t properly remember,
but I’ve got the feeling that my Pop was some kind of piece of work too. It don’t mean nothing. I’m nothing like him, and I bet you’re
nothing like yours either.”

Shinji sighed again and then nodded, slowly. “Maybe you’re right. I’m nothing like my father, that’s
true.”

‘I’m indecisive and not the least bit commanding, and…’

“Boobcat!”

*thump*

Shinji smiled thinly as a second purring chibi began
circling his ankles.

‘They sure are cute.’

Fixing his thoughts firmly on the here-and-now, Shinji
waited with his friend for the delivery of the third kitten.

* * *

p clp class=MsoNormal>Meanwhile, Cloud, Asuka and Rei were chatting, nearby but
out of earshot from the guys…

* * *

Cloud took a deep breath and finally broached the subject
she’d been nerving herself to discuss.

“Asuka-san, Rei-san…”

Asuka irritably pushed her hair out of her face for what
felt like the millionth time that hour.
She valiantly resisted an urge to scratch her sweaty ass. “What is it, Cloud?”

Rei looked at the black and white patched cowgirl
attentively, but expressionlessly.

Cloud hesitated again.
She had no experience in telling the “facts of life” to threshold
girls. While she knew quite a lot about
it, probably more than most non-medical Pokegirls, it was more of a Nursejoy’s
job. ‘That reminds me, I should tell
Ranma about my background sometime soon…’

“Just spit it out!” barked Asuka, making Cloud jump. The redhead was nearly panting, though it
wasn’t that hot.

Cloud’s eyes softened as she realized how much Asuka was
suffering, without even the thin comfort of knowing *why* she was feeling that
way. It was enough to steel her nerves
for the explanation, even though Asuka was a volatile -typ-type. ‘Poor thing…’

“Asuka-san…you are feeling hot and itchy, having thoughts
about Taming, yes?”

“What! I’m not-“
The image of Shinji, bare-chested and nicely sweaty, popped into her
mind. The moist zone between her legs
pulsed and throbbed. ‘No…’

Cloud’s matter-of-fact voice bored into her misery. “Asuka-san, I understand that you were not a
Pokegirl in your home world. But in
*this* world, you have become a fire-type, how, I have no idea.”

What Cloud was saying barely penetrated into Asuka’s
awareness. She leaned against a tree,
dying for a bit of shade. ‘Agh…It’s so
damn hard to think…’

Cloud’s voice became soft and sympathetic. “You want to touch yourself, to ease your
discomfort, don’t you, Asuka-san?”

Before she could stop herself, Asuka thought, ‘Damn
right!’ The urge to get herself off had
been building ever since they’d arrived and right now she was a thin scrap of
willpower away from flopping onto her back, shoving her hands into her pants
and rubbing herself raw.

‘Goddamn it, this isn’t *natural*. Maybe Ranma’s bimbo has a point.’

She saw Rei out of the corner of her eye. ‘The bitch looks perfectly comfy, damn
it. Why the hell is that?’

she she finally spoke, her voice was ragged. “So?
If I believe you, what does that mean?
And how the hell is Wondergirl staying so goddamn cool?”

Cloud decided to give Asuka the bottom line. The redhead seemed to like directness, and
she needed to know the facts before things got too far out of control and
something disastrous happened.

Cloud’s voice was sympathetic, but held an urgency that
pushed away a bit of the fog in Asuka’s head.
“You are now a Pokegirl. You are
no longer human, and have abilities related to your type-“

Asuka interrupted.
“Abilities? Tell me, that’ll
prove things one way or another.”

Cloud nodded. “All
right. Rei-san, this applies to you
too.” Rei gave a minute dip of her chin
to indicate her attention.

“It isn’t hard, every Pokegirl has the instincts necessary
for use of her powers. Asuka-san, hold
out your hand and imagine a flame burning there. Rei-san, imagine a piece of ice.” Asuka held out her hand and squinted at it through her fatigue
and discomfort.

Cloud’s voice came to her softly. “Use your abilities and create the flame. Imagine power rushing from the center of
your being…”

Soundlessly, a dancing flame appeared in the redhead’s
outstretched palm.

There was a touch of awe in Asuka’s voice as she stared at
the unnatural fire she held, the fire that wasn’t burning her. “That was *easy*.”

Rei inspected the small chunk of ice she held. ‘Similar feeling to when I invoke my
AT-field. Interesting.’

Reluctantly, Asuka dropped her hand, the fire instantly
vanishing.

“…alright, so I’m a “Pokegirl”.” Asuka’s voice dripped with disgust as she said the “P-word”. The uncomfortable feeling, the damnable
*itch* between her legs, seemed to be worse now.

“How the hell do I get rid of this…whatever it is?”

“The craving and discomfort you are feeling is your need to
be Tamed. The specifics of your type
aside, you need-“

This world’s definition of the word “Tamed” got through to
Asuka in a big way.

“*WHAT*!”

Cloud flinched as the air around Asuka’s body
shimmered. Rei watched with
interest. From a safe distance.

“You’re saying I need to be *fucked*?”

“If you do not receive taming, you will go more and more
Feral-“

“And what the hell does that mean?” Asuka snarled with her
eyes closed as she slumped against the tree.

She’d already been tolevereveral times, but Cloud didn’t
blame her lack of memory considering the circumstances.

“You are a very human-type Pokegirl, so going Feral isn’t as
bad as somesome, but you’ll find it very hard to think. When you’re totally Feral you’ll lose the
ability to speak and most of your intelligence.”

Asuka felt a little sanity come back to her as her stomach
filled with ice. She was very proud of
her intelligence, and the thought of losing it struck hard at her pride.

“Lose the ability to *speak*?! That’s not that bad? What
the fuck!?”

Cloud shrugged minutely, keeping a cautious eye on the
about-to-explode redhead. “You won’t
become as beastlike as some, Asuka-san.
Just very limited in your intellectual capacity.”

“I like my intellectual capacity the way it is, you
big-titted bimbo! Jesus Christ!”

A new voice joined the until now two-way conversation. It was steady, male, and a touch pissed off.

“Hey now…watch the way you talk to Cloud-chan, Asuka.”

* * *

Sweat blinding her, Asuka instantly rounded on the
newcomer. “Fuck *off* Ranma! I’ll talk to your bimbo anyway I damn well
like!”

Shinji and Ranma, along with Fuwafuwa and her kittens, had
just come through some low-hanging branches into the pseudo-clearing the girls
had been waiting in. Shinji and his
Harem hung back, watching fearfully as Ranma didn’t back off, getting right in
Asuka’s face. “No, you damn well will
*not*.”

Asuka cursed. “You-“

She stopped. He
smelled *good*. Sweaty and *male*. She stopped herself an inch from glomming
onto him.

She looked up into curious blue-gray eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Trembling with the effort of self-control, Asuka tore
herself away and huddled miserably against a tree. “Fuck off.”

Ranma rolled his eyes at her back. “Well, that was weak.”

He was going to continue, but was interrupted by Cloud. She whispered, “She needs to be tamed, soon,
Ranma-san.”

Ranma blinked and muttered back. “What the hell? You’re
saying she’s a *Pokegirl*?”

When Cloud nodded, he shrugged and accepted it. She was the expert on that particular area,
and he trusted her judgment. “Well
d loo look at me, I’m not doing it.”

Cloud suppressed a smile.
‘Mine!’

She glanced at the shivering Asuka and continued aloud, “I
think she likes Shinji-san. He would be
the logical Tamer for her.”

Ranma grunted in agreement.
“Sure, I just hope the kid is up to it.”

Ranma blinked as something else occurred to him. “So, if Asuka’s a Pokegirl, what about Rei?”

”She is also a Pokegirl, an ice-type, I think.”

Ranma looked over at Rei, who looked blandly back. “So why isn’t she freaking out like Red?”

”Ice-types have much lower Taming requirements than fire-types. Rei-san should be fine for quite a while,
unless she draws heavily upon her elemental abilities. Right after threshold that tends to speed up
the need for the initial Taming.”

Ranma filed that away and nodded. “Ok. So…you want me to
tell Shinji?

Who would have told Shinji was something that would never be
determined, as the mysterious figure shadowing the group chose that moment of
relative distraction to attack.

* * *

Ranma felt instincts that had been relatively unused as of
late activate as the feeling which had been hovering in the back of his mind
burst into full life. He shoved Cloud
to the ground while bellowing an alert in his loudest voice.

“GET DOWN!”

*BLAM!*

Cloud shrieked as light flared and explosions sent chunks of
greenery in all directions. She clamped
down on her panic and crawled rapidly for the sheltering bulk of a nearby
full-grown oak. ‘Enemy Pokegirl. I should have been more alert.’

Ranma had reflexively gone into a series of evasive
backflips, his insane level of conditioning and familiarity with this sort of
obstacle-strewn terrain allowing maneuvers that would have been
counterproductive in anyone else. His
nerves settled down into the familiar poised calm of battle as a barrage of
some sort of energy bolts shattered small trees and hurled hunks of turf
through the damp air.

He flipped off of his hands and landed in a crouch behind a
large, sturdy tree. His mind moving at
a speed that would astonished his former teachers at Furinken, he reflected
that if this had been a martial arts challenge he would have stood in the open
and made some sort of challenging speech.
As it was, he was more than content to have some cover.

He stuck his head out and took a quick scan of the
surroundings, pulling back an instant later and smiling in satisfaction at not
seeing anyone. Those kids from the
world of giant robots and monsters had clearly not forgotten their combat
training. Cloud was also gone from
where he’d left her.

‘I guess she’s had experience with this sort of thing, or at
least knows what o. o. Thank God.’

“WHERE IS THE ANGEL?”

Ranma cautiously peeped around his tree and saw an
impressive sight. A tall, sexy,
leather-clad woman wearing a cloak of dark feathers was hanging in mid-air,
perhaps 3 meters from the ground. ‘Out
of easy hand-to-hand range…’

Though she didn’t have a visible battle-aura, he could still
feel the power she radiated. Seconds
later she demonstrated that power by unleashed a sizzling bolt of power from
her long-fingered, sharp-nailed hand and shattering the trunk of a medium-sized
tree.

*WHOOM!*

“You can’t hide forever.
Bring out the Celestial and I will let the rest of you live.”

So saying, she exploded three more trees in rapid
succession.

*BLAM-KABLAM-BOOOOM!*

Seeing the rate at which she was depleting their cover,
Ranma thought, ‘She’s a got a point.’
He clenched his jaw and readied himself to attack as soon as she turned
fully away from him. ‘I bet I can
surprise the bitch with how high I can jump.’

Before he could do so, the ater’ser’s game of tree-lotto
paid off with a quintuple score: her
next blast forced Shinji, Fuwa and her three terrified kittens into the open
when their cover was reduced to smoking wood chips.

The hovering figure purred in a low, rich voice, drawing out
the first word tauntingly.

“Soooo…a mere boy
and a common cat-type.” She took aim at
the group with theatrical slowness, bringing down her hand as if pointing a
gun. Fuwa hissed, her ears flat,
standing in a half-crouch in front of her master and her babies. The kittens cowered and Shinji just looked
anguished. Ranma could see his right
hand clenching and unclenching as he held it against his thigh. “Perhaps the oh-so-noble Celestial will be
willing to expose herself to save their pitiful lives?”

Then…everything happened at once.

With a bellow of rage, Asuka burst from the woods behind the
hovering Pokegirl and shoved out her arms like she was going to embrace
her. Instead, a huge plume of fire
erupted from her outstretched palms, turning the air between her and her target
into an inferno.

The leather-clad female screeched in surprise and wobbled in
the air as her cloak smoldered. A
shimmer in the air around her, heretofore invisible, seemed to have buffered
the strike, as Ranma was sure that otherwise the hovering Pokegirl would have
been completelgulfgulfed in flame.

As the woman spun and shot a quick blast at Asuka, Rei
emerged from the opposite side of the clearing with the silence of a sniper and
unleashed a blast of super-chilled air.
For a moment, the only sounds audible were the air crackling as its
ambient water froze and the attacking Pokegirl’s cry of pain as her burned back
was now quick-frozen. Again, Ranma
noticed a shimmer in the air that seemed to render Rei’s attack vastly less
effective.

Ranma exploded out of hiding even as all of this was going
down. His mind now working a maximum
hyper-efficiency, time seemed to slow to a crawl. He heard Germanic cursing as the corner of his eye told him Asuka
was now pinned under a tree from the attacker’s expertly placed shot. The tactician in him was impressed by how
fast she had neutralized what could have been a significant threat.

‘She’s no amateur.’

Snarling in rage and slowly sinking towards the ground, the
leather-clad Pokegirl spun to confront the ice-type that had blindsided
her. Rei was already unleashing another
blast, her ruby eyes blazing in her expressionless face, but the powerful
Pokegirl she was attacking somehow managed to react in time, responding with an
intricate gesture that ended with both hands held as if gripping a mirror.

Ranma’s attention was split between noting that he had
closed half the distance to his target, that Shinji and Fuwa were charging from
the opposite side and Rei crying out in surprise. Somehow, her blast had rebounded, knocking her back several feet
and coating her from head to foot in a thick layer of frost. With less than a second’s gap between
maneuvers, her target grinned savagely and unloaded a bright flash of power
directly into the slim blue-haired girl’s chest.

Ranma’s heart pounded as he dropped the distance to less
than a third, even as Rei’s body was hurled back into the surrounding
trees. The only thing he could hear
over his hammering pulse whinjhinji’s anguished shout.

“REI!!!!”

‘You fucking bitch.
I didn’t know her w but but Rei was still my friend. You’re gonna fucking die.’

All this in less than 3 seconds.

As he closed to pummeling range, a detached part of Ranma’s
mind noted that his target was extremely beautiful, in a dark, elegant sort of
way. High cheekbones, long black hair
in an intricate braid, just enough eyeshadow to highlight her dark, luminous
eyes, lips either naturally red or made so with expertly applied cosmetics.

Smiling widely in satisfaction, the tall, sexy Pokegirl
flicked a glance between the two forces charging at her. Her hands shimmered with gathering power as
she apparently decided that a charging Boobcat was more dangerous than a mere
human male, despite the speed at which he could run. The slim human boy trailing the fast-moving cat-type was, of
course, not even considered as a potential threat of any significance.

Ranma snarled soundlessly as she turned her back to him and
shot a barrage of blasts at Fuwafuwa.
Blocking out both the sound of explosions and the urge to find out the
Boobcat’s fate, he lashed out at the Pokebitch’s feather-clad back with both
fists. As expected, he felt his strikes
blunted by some sort of invisible barrier.
He grunted in disgust as the tall Pokegirl ignored him entirely, seeming
to not even feel a fraction of his hits, unlike Asuka’s flame or Rei’s ice.

He struck again even as he thought, ‘Let’s see how you like
*this* then!’

“Kashu Tenshin Amaguriken!”

Ranma could feel his chi flowing powerfully through his body
as he rained hundreds of strikes on the invisible shield. He struck so quickly that it became visible
as a shimmering plane of force where he was saturating it with attacks. To his frustration, the fast, but less
forceful than normal punches were still too weak to even make his target
notice.

‘Fuck! A little more
and maybe I can overload this shield.’

He didn’t get the chance.
A lightning turn and backhand and he was experiencing the familiar
sensation of flying through the air.
Despair soured the martial artist’s stomach as he saw a madly dodging
Fuwa get clipped by a blast and go rolling across the ground. He didn’t think she was too badly hurt, but
it didn’t say much for how their side was doing that the only player they had
that was still up was Shinji, who was doggedly closing into grappling range.

Ranma automatically tucked and rolled as he hit the ground,
after a couple of quick revolutions ending up on his back with his head propped
against a tree. His eyes widened as he
saw the homicidal Pokegirl grinning happily and slowly leveling her hand at
Shinji, who was only about two armslengths away from her, still charging with a
look of hatred on his face.

‘Shit! One of those
blasts will kill the kid!’

Reachingp inp inside himself, Ranma drew on his inner
strength and with a shout of “Hey *bitch!*
Try this on for size: MOKO
TAKABISHA!” fired a bright blue ball of energy at his enemy’s exposed back.

With an sigh of exasperation that he could hear from where
he lay, ready to roll to the side to avoid her energy blasts, the tall Pokegirl
spun around and with the same gesture as she’d used fighting Rei, reflected
Ranma’s Fierce Tiger Ball back at him.

At least…she meant to.

Shinji let out a bloodcurdling yell and jumped onto the
Pokegirl’s back, passing through her protective barrier as if it didn’t
exist. Still crying out in fury, the
slim lad looped his arms around her throat, attempting to strangle her with all
the strength his thin arms could muster.
Simultaneously, the unreflected ball of chi smashed into her shield,
dispelling it in a brief flare of light.

Not interested in looking a gift horse in the mouth, Ranma
kippuped to his feet and charged towards the tussling duo, intent on putting
out the Pokebitch’s lights while he had the chance. As he came nearer he noticed that she was staggering and plucking
feebly at Shinji’s arms, attempting to get him off of her. From the strength of her backhand, Ranma judged
that it shouldn’t have been a problem, but some reason her fingers couldn’t
seem to get a grip.

‘Whatever.’

Using his forward momentum, he drove his right fist into her
gut without pulling the strike one bit, driving the air out of her lungs. As she bent over with a whoosh of expelled
breath, he seized a handful of braided hair in his left hand and, holding it
for purchase, brutally punched her in the side of the head some fifty times
with another cry of “Kashu Tenshin Amaguriken!”

As the dark-haired Pokegirl slumped to the ground, bleeding
slightly from minor head wounds and clearly unconscious, Ranma looked
thoughtfully at his callused right hand.
“That’s the hardest I think I’ve ever hit a girl.”

The harsh croak of Shinji’s voice almost made him jump. “Good.
She killed Rei.”

Ranma looked at his young friend sympathetically as he got
to his feet and stared hatefully down at the fallen Pokegirl. “Yeah.
Sorry about that, Shinji. I know
she meant something to you.” Shinji
nodded morosely, idly moving one foot as if considering giving their
leather-clad attacker a good kick.

“Boobcat.” Shinji
glanced at Fuwa as she sidup tup to him, not sure if he wanted to be
touched. Her gentle hand on his
shoulder seemed to release him from the spell of combat. Ranma watched helplessly as his face
crumpled and he hugged the voluptuous catgirl to his chest, crying.

“Oh Fuwa…Rei’s dead.
I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!”

Fuwa purred comfortingly and held her sobbing master without
complaint, her lashing tail and twitching, rotating ears her only signs of
agitation.

Cloud appeared from the cover of the trees, moving
cautiously and herding the three kittens, who seemed to respect her
direction. Once she saw Ranma’s relaxed
stance she immediately ran over to him.
The kittens gallomped over to their mother and her master and began
purring and rubbing their legs.

The buxom cowgirl hugged her master frantically. “Ranma-san!
Oh, I’m so glad you’re alright!”

Ranma hugged her back and smiled. ”Hey
Cloud-chan. I’m glad you’re alright
too.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t of any whe when the fight started, I-“

“Hey, no problem.
You’re not a fighter, I understand that.”

Cloud hugged him for another minute in silence, then glanced
over to Shinji.

“Poor Shinji-san. He
was so brave…his poor Rei-cwas was killed so quickly and terribly…”

“Yeah…”

After a minute of watching Shinji sob kee keeping an eye on
the quiescent body of their attacker, their attention was finally drawn to an
angry voice coming from the nearby woods.

“Hey! HEY! Somebody get me out from under this verdammt
log! *HEY!*”

* * *

End Chapter 6

* * *

Next chapter: Is Rei
really dead? Is Asuka humping that tree
she’s pinned under? And what the hell’s
going on with Shinji? Tune in next
chapter to find out!
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