[FFML] [Fic][Ranma][Pokewomen][Crossover][Dark][Lemon]No TurningBackPrologue 1

[Adrian Tymes]

--- On Tue, 9/2/08, Jon Rosebaugh <fanfic at inklesspen.com> wrote:
> For the purposes of this discussion, I am choosing to
> treat "our  
> rights here in the United States" as a close
> approximation to "what  
> our rights are, inherently, as a result of being sentient
> beings".

This is where you err.  The world of Pokewomen is, inherently, a far
different one from the modern United States.  Outside of cities, there is
little law save that of the jungle (or desert, or badlands, or whatever
terrain).  There *are* creatures that are different from ordinary normal
human beings - while they can think and speak and feel like humans when
sane, they have certain requirements to remain sane.

Perhaps an illustration without the gender bias would clear this up.

---

Shanna looked at the reports with unmasked satisfaction.

The virus had reached every corner of Earth.  She, alone among all the
people of Earth, had mastered Sukebe's research...and improved on it.
No longer were Pokes women only.  Now boys in equal proportion found
themselves...changing.  Thresholding, as the term went, in adolescence.

Not that it had been easy.  Changing men into sex addicts ruled by their
need for carnality?  The stereotype was actually somewhat far from the
truth, so far as most men went.  Making them vulnerable to capture by
pokeballs, and trainable thereby?  That had been the real trick.  Copying
pokewomen powers was relatively easy once the other two steps were done -
and much as she hesitated on that step, some whim inside her decided it
would only be fair.  After all, few of those who transformed would have
already become tamers.

So now everyone faced a choice.  To be powerful, stronger, capable of
certain feats shared only by members of their subspecies - or to be free,
able to think without submitting to carnality, able to dominate most
others.  Only it was not a choice: it was genetic destiny, as cruel and
random and as close to evil as a force of nature could be.  So many souls,
deserving of their own lives, would instead be fated to a lifetime of
submission to one of mundane aspirations and probably cruel demeanor.
On the flip side, many who deserved neither security nor liberty would
have both, on the backs of those they had the balls - literally - to
enslave.

In the wake of Sukebe's research, the one stable element - man - had
formed new powers, new governments, new entities that thought they could
impose order, define what rights people had.  Already those governments
were falling, even if those in power today were too old to actually be
affected by the virus.

With a few exceptions.

Here and there, a town was founded on care and love.  A tamer and his
Pokewoman set an example for the residents, whether they ruled in name or
just set an example for others to follow.  Human nature being what it was,
these were rare diamonds in the rough of larger powers.  But only these
diamonds were tough enough to resist the maelstorm Shanna had unleashed.

Which left her with two things to do.

First, screw her personal conquests.  The poor souls needed tending to,
if they were to remain able to appreciate the delicious irony of their
lack of freedom.

Then, find a way to screw the world harder.