[FFML] [Fic][Ranma][Pokewomen][Crossover][Dark][Lemon]No TurningBack Prologue 1

[Paul Durant]

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TurningBack Prologue 1


> I find the idea of the Pokegirl universe to be something quite viable
> and interesting in its own right.  The inclusion of Ranma, or any 
> anime
> really but mostly Ranma, has always been its major weakness...and yes, 
> I
> mean the blatent pokemon inclusions as well.

Really! Because I find the crossovers are really what's necessary to get 
the full scope of the setting and world. As in the following excerpt:

* * *


"What"?

Akane's eyes didn't widen. She didn't scream, she didn't coo. She
didn't attack Kasumi or embrace her. She just slightly raised her left
eyebrow and said that, as if Kasumi had mumbled an important part of
her statement.

"Parthenogenesis. It's, it's a process by which a female becomes
pregnant without fertilization. You don't need to be Tamed as long as
you're pregnant." Kasumi's speech was halting, unsure, as if she were
reading from someone else's notes.

"Huh." Akane blinked once. "I know what the word means, I just wasn't
sure if that was what you said. Huh. Wow." She didn't seem to have any
emotion other than very slight confusion, which Kasumi found odd.
Nabiki was dumbstruck, her jaw hanging agape as her hands felt her
stomach for any signs of... what Kasumi had put in her, but Akane just
stood there with her hand on her chin, her exposed breasts swaying
slightly in the breeze. Nabiki began to sob as the realization hit her
fully, and Kasumi placed her arms around her sister, to console her.
She wanted to speak words of reassurance, but none found her lips.

"So, let me get this straight," Akane said after a time. "You and
me... are 'Pokegirls'."

Kasumi nodded once.

"And... unless we have sex regularly, we'll go insane. But that won't
happen because... you made me... pregnant."

Kasumi nodded again. It seemed odd, like Akane was trying to
understand some sport rather than her current, remarkable condition.

"And the kind of Pokegirl I am is called a 'Milktit'... and my boobs
keep getting bigger unless someone milks me regularly. Is all of that
right?"

Kasumi nodded again. "Akane, I know this must be hard on you, but we
have to make the best--"

Akane flatly cut her off. "No."

Nabiki raised her head. "What do you mean, no?"

Akane's voice began to rise."I mean no. I'm not gonna do it. I'm not
going to make light of my burdens, and I'm not going to make the best
of what life gives me, because I'm not going to play!"

Kasumi looked at her. "What... What do you mean?"

Akane grabbed the remnants of her shirt with both hands and yanked it
down over her ample bosom. "I mean that this is all some pervert's
idea of a game, and I'm not going to play along! Look at us! Look at
me!" She let go of the shirt to angrily gesture to her own body,
causing it to spring back up over her gargantuan breasts again. "This
is like some, some little, some BOY's fantasy! All the women in the
world are voluptuous and have giant juggs and need constant sex from
pimply otaku like him!" She pointed angrily at the forest in a
direction she guessed led to civilization. "There are people out there
that think that I -- think that WOMEN, everywhere, are just toys for
their amusement! We need to be fucked regularly by a man to put us in
our place or we go crazy! We crave being lined up and mastered and
dominated and OWNED by someone who's better than us just because he
has a COCK!"

Kasumi didn't need psychic powers to know what was going through
Akane's head. "We may not be native to this place, but the people who
live here don't know anything else. I'm not going to sugarcoat it,
something terrible has happened to us, but it isn't THEIR fault..."

Nabiki cut Akane off before she could speak, for though her voice was
low, it was heavy. The words felt as if they were crushing her tongue
as they came out. "...Yes, Kasumi, it is." Her eyes were wide and
brimming with fear. The mercenary girl, the schemer, the planner, the
mastermind who was always two steps ahead, had been dropped bodily
into a situation that even she couldn't find some advantage in and it
shook her to the bone. "No human being could think this was okay.
Nobody could hate women that much and have anything good left in them.
There are lines I don't cross, Kasumi. Mass animalistic sexual
enslavement enforced by physical addiction... is so far beyond those
lines I can't imagine reaching it."

"Looks like Nabiki isn't going to play either," Akane sneered. "And I,
for one, am NOT going to feed into the power fantasy of whoever or
WHATEVER put us here. No 13-year old pubescent jackoff champion is
going to get anywhere near me and still have the capability to engage
in this little fantasy, and not you or anyone else can tell me
otherwise!"

"Akane... it's not so bad... if we can just find a man, a nice one,
someone like Ranma..."

"NO!" she shouted. "NOT like Ranma! This is NOTHING like Ranma!
Ranma's a jerk! Ranma's perverted! But I never saw him trying to
enslave the three of us because we were born to be nympho sex pets!
And if he tried, I would have broken his neck like a dry twig, or I
would have come so close he would have had to kill me." She took a
deep breath. "I won't be a slave, Kasumi. I won't be made to forget
myself so I can please a man. I won't ever stop thinking and doing
things for myself. I'd rather die." She closed her eyes and slowly
exhaled. "And I'd rather kill anyone who tried to inflict that on me."

And the hell of it was, Kasumi knew Akane was right. Kasumi wanted to
take the easy way, the path of least resistance, and just let this
world happen to her. It'd be comfortable. The way a frog in a pot of
heating water was comfortable until it was boiled alive. She didn't
want to confront it, but the fate hanging over her head was something
worse than death, something she secretly wanted to yield to just so
she wouldn't have to dread it. She didn't look forward to a life of
running, of hiding, of fear they would be found and violence when they
were.

But she knew Akane and Nabiki looked forward to it more than a life of
vapid contentment, fawning obedience, and the death of everything that
made their identities.* * *See? A much clearer, much more vivid picture 
of what the "Pokegirl universe" is all about!