[FFML] [Fic][Ranma][Pokewomen][Crossover][Dark][Lemon]No Turning Back Prologue 2

[Shade]

No Turning Back
A Pokewomen Universe Story
by Shade

Porn with Plot Warning. 

Copyrighted character use warning.

Ignoring what a lot of other people wrote warning.

Warning about warning warning warning.

"The efficiency of the truly national leader consists primarily in preventing the division 
of the attention of a people, and always in concentrating it on a single enemy."
-Adolf Hitler

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Prologue: Beware of the Boogeyman
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His name was Doctor Jim Sukebe.

Once upon a time he had been a scientist with radicial theories about time and space 
that had been mocked and derided by his fellow men of science.

He had proved them all wrong. And in his triumph he achieved that rarest and greatest of 
human treaures, contentment. He'd had everything he'd ever wanted, and his knowledge could 
have helped humanity achieve a new Golden Age.

And then that stupid woman had broken into his home and ruined everything. 

He wanted to hate Linda McKenzie for what she'd done. But the scientist in him refused to make it that easy.

She had been prejudiced in her own way, but she could never have possibly expected what had happened 
after she'd filed that report.

For all her many faults, McKenzie had been the product of a system that she had trusted and believed in.
She had been raised to believe that the rights of women were a foregone conclusion and that the people
that read the stories in the paper and watched them on the television were educated rational beings who
could make good decisions based on trustworthy information.

And because she had believed all of that, she was now one of the experimental subjects being mercilessly
used in the military barracks above the lab that Sukebe was imprisoned in.

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Her name had once been Linda McKenzie. Before she'd been brought here. Before they'd changed her.

"Squeal Lil Doggy!! Take it all!!"

Before she'd been sent to Hell.

The chunky private violating her ass squeezed the dog-eared woman's breasts like they were made of rubber.
It felt like he was going to tear them off of her, there were already black and blue splotches from 
the continued abuse that had gone on for what seemed like forever. She couldn't even scream because of
the rubber lined porthole gag that kept her mouth open and her teeth covered for the smelly soldier in
front to shove his pissy smelling cock so deep into her mouth that it made her jaw ache. Her battered pussy 
had mercifully stopped feeling anything beyond a dull ache after the endless train that had gone on for
day after day with only brief pauses to hose her down clean enough for the next round of assaults to begin.

Dimly the person who had once called herself Linda knew that she was bleeding from her ass, she could feel
the blood trickling down the insides of her thighs and smell the sharp iron tang. 

Linda had not been a religious person. But the small wisp that was all that was left of her sense of self 
prayed for death now. Anything to make the pain stop. Anything-

"What the fuck!?"

"Shit! I think the bitch is having a seizure!"

The three men pulled out her madly jerking form as frothy white foam spilled out of the woman's mouth.

Her eyes rolled back until only the whites were showing as her arms twisted in their restraints until
the bones snapped like wet twigs. Strange bulges began popping up under the shivering skin as foul smelling 
blood began to spurt from both vagina and anus.

Then she dropped to the floor and became still.

The men in the room stared at the body. Those nearest swore and did their best to wipe the stinky fluids
they'd been splashed with from themselves. It was as if a toy they'd gotten had just broken and now they
needed a new one.

"Fuck, I think she's dead."

"Well you know the drill. Grab her arm and we'll drag her to the cart for disposal."

Two of the semi-clothed men detatched themselves from the main group and began dragging the limp body away.

Neither of them noticed that the woman's body was beginning to swell rapidly.

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His name was Billy. He was a good old southern boy who had signed up to join the military 
because it was that or became a butcher at the local slaughterhouse. Besides, everybody
knew that girls would drop their panties at the sight of a man in uniform. 

Billy was a great believer in Jesus. Especially the parts where the smiting of the fags
and the making the sandniggers discover the Good Book were concerned. Praise the Lord and
pop the little muthafuckas with the ammunition, that was Billy's motto.

He'd jumped at the chance to join the White Eagles. A good unit without the blacks
and the yellows and the brownies. The officers had been very good and very smart, even
letting their men know that the President and Vice President themselves had the utmost 
confidence in the White Eagles and the super secret project that would make America 
the undisputed big daddy of the world forever.

And then there was all the free poontang. Ever since they'd started popping out those girls
with those funny parts out of the labs down below they'd been sending them up to the men 
for 'testing'. And because they weren't really people that meant that anything that was bad
to do to a white woman was perfectly okay to do to them.

Which was why Billy was helping to drag off another one of the test subjects for disposal.

Which was why Billy was about to die.

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Sukebe looked at the subject in the pod full of blue liquid. Perfectly preserved in suspended animation,
the boy's nude form looked like it was sleeping peacefully. The doctor did not know his name, none
of the people they'd brought in here were ever given one. They usually didn't need them for long.

But the boy, the boy was different. Without someone like him, Project Solomon would have most likely failed.

There were times that Jim wondered if it wouldn't have been better to have simply terminated 
the young man's life support system even if it would have meant certain death for himself. 
fSukebe knew that he would only be allowed to live as long as he produced results for his American masters. 
Their own scientists had managed to reverse engineer many of his inventions, but the secrets to the genetic 
manipulation they wanted remained secure in the only container Jim had ever trusted for them, his own mind.

He hated them all. With every fiber of his being, he hated these men and their masters who sat back 
and let others do their dirty work for them. They had taken everything from him. Even his name.

Even now he could see them watching him from above, the sniveling cowards who dreamed mad dreams of power.

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His name was General Rummy Turgidson. He was a large framed man of the old school of military thought. 
Bigger is better and he who has the most bombs to drop on the enemy wins. He knew why God had created 
Enlisted Men, it was so they could charge in frontal assaults until the enemy was overrun by sheer 
weight of numbers. Turgidson also knew which side his bread was buttered on and could kiss ass with 
the best of them.

"We're honored by your presence, Sir."

"No need for the formalities, Rummy. I'm just here for a little look around."

It was a lie and both men knew it. Just as both of them also knew that the other knew it too.
Project Solomon had been classified at the highest levels and operated in the black. Not even
their rubberstampers in Congress knew that it existed. They were small men and women with petty
dreams of easy money and long golfing trips. They lacked the will, the vision and above all else 
the good bloodlines for the Divine Right of Rulers to rule.

"Soon the world will be our oyster."

Vice President Dick Ripper savored the sound of it. World Domination. None of this stupid pretending
to be a Democracy for the lesser classes bullshit. It would be a return to the good old days when you 
could use a whip on the poor people when they got too uppity and spoke back to their betters. Where Bitches 
knew their proper place, on their knees and on their backs. After all, hadn't he taught his own sweet daughter that? 
She was a good trained little slut now and he was looking forward to his first son from her soon.

"What's the status of the first batch?"

"The neo-natal chambers are already operating at maximum capacity around the clock. We should have 
the first ten million ready for delivery in a matter of days."

"Excellent. And the Omegas?"

"Prepped, though I hardly see any need to use them."

Bigger might be better, but even Turidson had misgivings about superweapons that he didn't fully understand even now.

"You're not paid to think, General. You merely need to follow orders. We will tell you what you need to think."

"Yes Sir."

 "Good, good. Once the notorious Dr. Sukebe launches his terrorist attack against those bleeding heart liberals
up North, we will of course have no choice but to declare martial law and ensure that there are no disruptions 
to the command structure during a time of War. Can't have a stinking coon trying to think he can order 
a white man around, now can we?"

Both men laughed loudly. A boogeyman made an excellent scapegoat. 
Not to mention a wonderful excuse for demanding more funding 
to secure the Homeland against the 'Evil Mastermind'.

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They had just reached the door when it happened.

Two horrific black spiked pincers exploded from out of the bulging belly in a spray of gore.
The two men who had been holding the body saw it drop to the ground and then realized a moment later
that it was because their hands had been severed at the wrists. They shrieked and clutched at their
bloody stumps in pain and terror as something monstrous erupted from within the sheath of dead skin
that had been Linda McKenzie.

Grown men who had thought they feared nothing on Earth began to scream themselves hoarse.

It had fangs and claws, pincers and spikes. But worst of all was the sheer wrongness of the body structure. 
Black chitinous armor encompassed a swollen arachnoid abdomen capped with four lethally armored legs all of
which were visibly growing in size before their unbelieving eyes. A blood red hourglass was the only 
marking distinguishable on that dark abomination and it blazed like a sentence of death.

There were no guns in the barracks. And the monster was between them and the only exit.

But they were soldiers. They decided to go down fighting.

What they didn't know was that the creature was armed with a venom that paralyzed major motor functions
but did nothing to impede the nerve clusters that controlled pleasure and pain. Nor that it had two
fully functional openings leading to its digestive tract lined with shark-like rows of razor sharp 
serrated teeth.

The barracks had been soundproofed for the men to enjoy their prizes without disturbing the rest of the base.

When it was all over, the entire room from floor to ceiling was literally painted in red.

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"Well General, I must say that everything looks up to spec so far. The President will be pleased." 

"Of course he will, Sir."

Rummy returned the little wink. Everybody who knew anything this far into the inner circle knew 
that the Fourth Branch of Government was running the show and that he answered to nobody.
Not that they weren't all on the same page, but the manchild was too emotional to be trusted with
the true reins of power. He made a much better figurehead, especially dressed up in a flight suit.

"I trust that there will be no slip-ups. We may own the local journalist whores, but some people
still seem to think that reporting means telling the truth."

"Of course not, Sir. We're not like those stupid fuckups at Guantanamo-"

An alarm klaxon on the observation deck picked that moment to start blaring its little electronic head off.

Dick glared at Turgidson.

"You were saying?"

General Rummy paled. Then he started shouting at his subordinates to find out just what the hell was going on.

In all of the confusion, nobody paid any attention to the lab down below.

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Dr. Sukebe did not start at the sudden wail of the alarm. He had expected something 
like this to happen sooner or later. In fact, he had rather been counting on it.

There were three other scientists and an armed guard here in the lab with him, all of them male. 
Given the kinds of experiments and research being conducted in here, that was not surprising. 

It also made things so much simpler.

He quietly slipped a hand under his terminal, his face remaining calm and composed, giving away nothing as his
fingers found the device he'd built under the very noses of his captors. Meanwhile with his free hand he opened up
on his screen a small and almost inconspicuous program that he'd spent months working on.

When the soldier that had been assigned inside the lab came over, the doctor knocked over a few pens to the floor.

When the man's head turned toward the movement, the doctor coolly jabbed him in the arm with the medical injecter 
and depressed its full payload directly into the man's bloodstream.

Even as the man collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony as his body's genetic structure began to try and 
rewrite itself into an entirely different gender and species, Jim started up his backdoor into the network.

There was a solid click and hiss of pressurized air as the reinforced environmental doors to the lab 
locked down as their systems were notified that a dangerous biological agent had escaped containment.

Sukube bent down next to the still screaming guard and relieved him of his holstered gun. The soldier was 
in no condition to resist or even notice, all his frantic attention was on the sensation of a thousand tiny
knives attempting to reduce his bubbling penis into a pair of vaginal lips while the muscles on his chest
dissolved into a runny jelly and attempted to reform into fatty tissue for a double row of breasts.

The half-asian scientist coldly contemplated the shrieking tortured form caught in the middle of an agonizing 
transformation between man and Pokegirl. The Phase I version of the Pokegirl Serum had been deemed a failure
because the mutagenic genecracking had failed to stabilize. None of the subjects of the initial clinical trials 
had survived as their bodies had melted over several hours into puddles of runny DNA, the doomed men screaming 
during every minute of it until their lungs had finally fallen apart.

It would have been an act of mercy to shoot the wretched creature.

Dr. Sukebe was not feeling particularly merciful.

The other scientists were still staring in shock when Sukebe quietly lined up the pistol and shot them.

Then he got down to the real work.

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"What the hell is he doing?!"

Ripper banged on the thick double-paned bulletproof glass as he took in the bloody scene below.

That treacherous bastard! How dare he betray them before they could dispose of him!

A technician looked up from his monitoring station.

"General, we have a breach in the DARPA network!"

"Stop him! Lock it all down!"

"We can't, Sir. He's changed all of the codes."

"What?! You idiots!!"

"Oh my God!! What the Hell is that thing?!"

Everyone's attention turned towards the security monitor that had been flickering from room to room
in the base but was now stopped on a raging battle in the main elevator room that led to the lower 
levels of the base.

The sharp bark of military assault rifles on full auto could now be heard crackling through the speakers 
as the man who'd spoken out turned up the volume.

"Help me! Help me!! It's eating my dick!! It's eating my dick!!" 

The voice changed into a soprano in mid-scream.

"Oh God It HURTS!! Shoot Me!! SHOOT ME!!"

A technician started vomiting uncontrollably onto his console. 

General Turgidson looked sick as well, but he was made of sterner stuff. 

"Break out the flame throwers and anti-tank weapons. It doesn't look like normal ammunition can penetrate
that armor. Instruct the men to pull back and seal that monster on Level C."

The communications officer fumbled for his headset and started relaying his superior's orders, grateful
for the task to prevent him from having to think about what he'd just witnessed.

Rummy nodded. This was only a single monster and while that was bad it wasn't a catastrophe. 
But if they didn't get that damn bastard in the lab quickly, his future career was going 
to look very bleak indeed.

"Captain Mandrake, get some men down there and get those doors open as of yesterday, understood?"

"Yes Sir! Corporal Biggs, Private Wedge, come with me."

The three soldiers hurried out.

"Mr. Vice President, you should evacuate while we sterilize the base."

"Leave? At our moment of triumph? I think you overestimate Sukebe's chances."

"But Sir-"

"General Turgidson, I am in the middle of a US military base. There is no safer place for me to be."

"Yes Sir."

"Besides, that freak is blocking the main way out. I'll wait till your men have cleared it out first."

"Oh."

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Dr Sukebe's hands danced on the keyboard like they were on fire.

At the very beginning of his captivity he had harbored some hope that the people who'd abducted him
in the night would release him and his family unharmed if he just did what they wanted. That little
warming spark had faded the night he'd accidently overheard one of the guards making a crude joke
about 'the little bitch'. When he'd found the video file of what they'd done to his girls, 
it had died completely, leaving only cold ash in what had once been his heart.

The jailers probably thought that this was an escape attempt.

They were wrong. Doctor Jim Sukebe was a man with nothing to go back to. Nothing to Lose.

This was *Revenge*.

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Computer controlled defensive missile batteries went online, ignoring the frantic commands from their
human operators to shut down. Friendly aircraft were suddenly flagged as hostiles and warning lights
screamed in the faces of surprised pilots as they suddenly found themselves under fire in the last
place they'd ever expected it.

Nor was the desert base the only one to suddenly experience terminal equipment malfunctions.

Almost every major American military installation and capital ship across the globe was tied 
into the DARPA network in one fashion or another. Most of them had been upgraded over the years 
for increased and in some cases almost total reliance on dedicated computer control 
and targeting for their advanced fixed defenses.

This time technical superiority came around to bite them on the ass.

Chaos erupted across the globe as soldiers, sailors and pilots suddenly came under attack by their own weapons of war.

But that was just the feint.

The true attack was piggybacked onto a radio signal that broadcast unnoticed in all of the confusion.

Inaudible to humans, it would nevertheless prove to be the deadliest message ever sent in the history of mankind.

'Wipe them out. All of them'

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There were hundreds of thousands of them. Innocent looking white and red spheres in various US military bases 
around the globe. They were in storerooms and hangers, loaded on planes and ships, transported by trucks and 
rail. The devices emitted no radiation, chemical weapons signature or detectable harmful microbes. In short, 
they were harmless oddities that high command had ordered delivered as 'relief supplies' intended for certain 
other countries that America had minor differences of opinion with, such as who owned the resources on their land 
and for that matter who owned the land itself.

And indeed this was not a lie. The balls themselves were no threat at all. 

But the contents they carried in stasis were an entirely different story. Fortunately there were many safety features 
installed to prevent an accidental premature discharge by some fool with more curiosity then sense.

Unfortunately, this was no accident and Sukebe was no fool.

As the carrier waves passed through, red beams of light fired off like the corona of the sun 
from suddenly blinking spheres as they carried out their programming faithfully.

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The Flight of B-52s had been flying over the Rockies when it happened.

Each aircraft's normal cargo of bombs had been replaced with a single metallic ovoid that filled
their entire ordnance bay and weighed in near the limits of their maximum lift capacity. The flight 
crews had been carefully instructed to maintain radio silence as they flew towards the southern border,
where they would drop the devices into a country where the local leader had dared to oppose the glorious
advance of the free market into his nation's energy reserves.

They were just coming up on the New Mexicio border when the first plane simply disintegrated.