Ash looked over the challenger carefully. Now most Amazon-chans had tawny-brown skin and sandy-blonde hair, but this one had a lighter golden skin and purple hair. Then again, most Amazon-chans studdied boxing and didn’t carry weapons that looked like giant rattles. This wasn’t that unusual on Martial Beach, where it seemed that the PokéWomen practiced odd skills, but Ash put two and two together and actually came up with the right answer. (It had been mentioned before.)
“Another one of your relatives, Nabiki?”
“Yes; an half-sister by an Amazon-lee he defeated in battle. Daddy may be one crazy mangaphile with multiple personalities, but he’s an excellent PokéWoman breeder and martial artist. Nabiki -I- can put together a dossier on Shampoo for only... sorry, Master, old habit.”
“Nevermind,” Ash muttered and turned to the Martial PokéWomen -who were engaged in a staring contest. “Look, can’t your sibling rivalry, or whatever, wait a little while. I need breakfast.” An urgent rumble confirmed his hunger.
Shampoo snickered. “Figures Akane would get Master who think with stomach. You cook for him yet?”
“Hey, I used up lots of energy yesterday,” Ash protested.
“Oh my,” Kasumi muttered. “Then next time Kasumi’ll have to use whipped cream and chocolate sauce - they have lot’s of callories. And bananas and grapes contain vitamins and minerals and ... what?”
“Sugar, please keep things like that to yourself,” Ukyo shuddered.
Akane tried to get the image out a short, food-covered Eva, being licked all over by Ash, out of her head. Wait, that wasn’t right; Kasumi was tall. “Kasumi, you pervert!” Akane gasped.
Ash just grew hungrier at the mention of food.
Shampoo snickered. “Akane lucky have Kasumi to feed hungry boy. Akane no keep Master on own. Is more to being good PokéWoman than fighting and fucking. Oh, that right, Akane no like doing that either.”
“Hey, that’s my Eva, you’re insulting,” Ash defended. “I’ll have you know that Akane’s a great fuck.”
“Don’t help Akane like that!” Akane blushed.
“Humph. Shampoo tired of delay. Akane fight Shampoo now!”
“Oh, you’re a bonded PokéWoman,” Ash observed. “Where’s your Tamer?”
“No one Tame Shampoo!” the Amazon-chan growled angrily.
“Daddy just raised her to talk like that, Master,” Nabiki explained. “No one knows why.”
“Whatever,” Ash shrugged.
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