[Episode 114731] [Episode 114731]As her self-consciousness eased, she started to pay more attention to their surroundings. It was all strangely familiar. One minute she’d see a store front that could have been from her own world, and next to it would be a store selling tack for pony-girls, complete with live models. A sight that had caused her to edge a bit closer to Ranma.
Trying to distract herself from some of the kinkier sights, she tried to focus on the people themselves, and almost instantly noticed something strange, though it took a few minutes for her to pin down just what it was. When she did, she took a close look at Genma, who was striding along in front of her. She gave Ranma a little nudge with her elbow, and slowed her stride to allow Genma to pull ahead.
“What?” Ranma asked, rubbing his side where Nabiki’s sharp elbow had taken him by surprise.
“Doesn’t your dad look a little young to you?”
Ranma blinked, and looked at Genma. It was a bit hard to tell from the back, but he thought about it, and then said. “Yea, I guess. Maybe he’s just younger here?”
Nabiki rolled her eyes. “Right, and he knocked up your mom when he was twelve . . .” Nabiki trailed off, “Ok, bad example, in this world maybe he did. But that still does not make any sense. For you to be here, and you must be, or he would not have known you, he must have been the same age he was back home. If he’d knocked up your Mom earlier, all that would mean would be you’d have an older sister or brother, it wouldn’t be you.”
“Don’t see why not. Why would it make any difference.”
“Hello, don’t you pay any attention in school? Are Kasumi and Akane exactly like me? No! Because each try is a crap shoot as to how the kid comes out. And you don’t get the same roll twice.” “If you say so,” Ranma said with a shrug. While he’d been talking to Nabiki he’d been rolling his arms and flexing his muscles, occasionally bouncing in place for a few steps. “I’m more concerned with how badly out of shape this body is,” He said.
“Didn’t feel out of shape to me,” Nabiki said, her mouth for once getting ahead of her brain. “I meant, didn’t look,” she hastily said.
“Sure you did,” Ranma said. He smirked at Nabiki, enjoying the sight out of her out of sorts expression.
“Anyway,” Nabiki went on, trying to ignore Ranma’s look. “It’s not just your dad. I swear I haven’t seen anyone over thirty since we got here, and most of them are a lot younger than that.” A scared look crossed her face. “You don’t suppose this is one of those places where you have to die once you reach thirty.”
“What? Where did you hear that?” I never heard nothing about a place like that.”
“It was a movie on TV,” Nabiki said, looking around as if expecting to see one of the older people snatched up and sent off to some type of processing plant.
“A movie? Give me a break! That’s just make believe.”
“Then how do you explain why there are no old people?”
“Maybe because there’s no old people,” Ranma suggested.
Nabiki opened her mouth to tell him that this was serious, but before she could say a word, aq battle cry ripped through the air.
“GENMA SAOTOME, YOU PILE OF PIG VOMIT! PREPARE TO DIE!”
Nabiki caught a blur flying through the air, at the same time Genma blurred as well and there was the sound of blows falling and walls breaking and then the two blurs jumped over a wall and were gone, leaving behind significant property damage.
After a second, Nabiki said. “Well, it’s nice to see that some things are the same.”
“Cute girl. Too bad she’s such a tomboy. Even looked a little like Akane,” Ranma remarked.
“Oh, better and better,” Nabiki said. “With any luck she’ll be showing up demanding to take my place.” She wiped away a none-existent tear, and added. “I’ll be heartbroken, but what choice will I hav . . . Eeeek” Nabiki squealed as Ranma goosed her. “What are you doing?”
Ranma blinked at her, and then down at his hand which was still curled in the shape of her ass. “I don’t know. It just felt like the thing to do,” he said. He didn’t seem overly embarrassed by his action.
“Well, don’t do that!” Nabiki ordered, trying to still her beating heart, and ignore the warmth that seemed to radiate from where Ranma had touched her, a warmth that was moving in between her legs, causing the flush on her face to darken.
“Awww, don’t waste your time with that little girly-girly, boy, let us show you what a real woman feels like,” a deep, but feminine voice said from fairly close by.
They had been walking by the canal on the way home, and looking to the side, and down, they spotted a crew or workers busy repairing a section of the canal wall with large rocks and mortars. The workers were all female. Very buff females. They all looked like body-builders, and were tanned from exposure to the sun. And they had a lot exposed to tan. They were dressed in short-shorts, flannel shirts with the arms and midriffs cut off, work-boots, gloves, and sweat-bands holding their hair back They were all dressed pretty much the same, as if it were some sort of uniform While they were all muscular, they were not all overly large. The woman who had spoken to Ranma might have been near six-feet in height, but there was one member of the crew who could not have been much more than five feet.
“Well, how about it, boy? You up for some real action?” The spokeswoman asked, flexing her arms and rolling the muscles in her stomach. She slapped a hand to her belly. You don’t know what you’ve been missing till you’ve felt what these babies can do to your prick.”
“He’s taken,” Nabiki said, stepping in front of Ranma, and suddenly thinking to herself. Oh my god, I’ve got Ranmaititis., she quickly stepped back, and pretended she didn’t give a damn.
“Oooooohhhhhhh,” the other workers hooted. “Looks like you’ve been told, Yumi.”
The woman didn’t seem angered by Nabiki’s words or postures, she just grinned at her. “Don’t worry, sweet-buns. We wouldn’t dream of leaving you out of the party. I bet you taste as sweet as sugar,” she added, cupping her hands in front of her face and making suggestive strokes with her tongue.
Nabiki blushed. If it had been a male construction worker she’d have shot him down with one sentence, but she had no idea how to handle a crew like this.
Ranma rubbed his chin, and looked Yumi up and down. “Hmmm, don’t know. The outside looks pretty good, but I like something soft and wet to slid into. Your cunt might be full of gravel, what with all the rock you hump,” he said, rocking a large round rock with his foot.
Nabiki looked at Ranma in shock. Where the hell had that come from? Ranma should have been a blushing inarticulate lump, not giving back as good as he got.
“What’s the matter boy. Your Single Jack not up to the job?”
“More like I’d lose it down the shaft,” Ranma said with a grin, measuring Yumi’s big body with his eyes.
Yumi tossed back her head and laughed. “You’re all right boy. Say, I have a niece that might just be the sweet little cupcake type you like. Nice body, and a good cook. What you say, you interested in giving her a test drive?”
“I’d like to. But I just bought this slave and she needs breaking in. Maybe in a few weeks, when she needs a rest.”
Yumi laughed again. “Ok, boy. But I’ll hold you to it,” She looked at Nabiki, and gave her a wink, then said. “Nabiki-chan, you tell your pop that we’re really looking forward to his visit tonight.”
Nabiki had no answer for that, so she just nodded her head and hurried away. Once they were some distance away, she slowed and turned her head toward Ranma. The mercenary girl stared at him and aksed. “Where the hell did that come from, Saotome?”
“Don’t know, just seemed the right thing to say. They were only teasing.”
“You sure seem to have picked up a lot of ‘right things’ quick,” she said suspiciously.
Ranma suddenly turned and moved into her space. Before she could react his arms were around him and he was cradling her bare rear in his hands. “Do you mind?” he asked, his voice suddenly husky.
Nabiki stared up at his face in shock, the feel of his hands on her backside making her short of breath and very warm. She knew she should tell him to get his hands off of her, but somehow, she just couldn’t seem to make the words reach her mouth. She just stood there, pressed against him as he worked his fingers over her bottom.
“You could wait till you get her inside, you know,” a very familiar voice said. Ranma and Nabiki sprang apart and turned to face Akane, who stared at them with a smirk. “I mean, it’s only a few steps away. But if you can’t wait, go ahead. Be interesting to see Mr Marvelous in action.”
Ranma and Nabiki continued to stare. It wasn’t just the fact that Akane wasn’t trying to kill them that had them off center, it was the way she was dressed. Skin tight black biker shorts, that were so closely fitted, Nabiki was willing to bet that Akane had shaved herself just this morning, because if she hadn’t you’d be able to see the stubble. A loose floppy sweat shirt, also black, with the sleeves cut off, and the mid-riff jaggedly removed at a point just an inch or so below her breasts. Her arms were crossed over her bare belly, and she was wearing fingerless black leather gloves. She leaned against the wall in a negligent manner, running her eyes over Ranma in a very bold way.
“You’re different,” she said. “I don’t know how, but you’re not the same as when you were here earlier.” She looked over at Nabiki, and ran her eyes up and down her sister’s body. “Maybe it’s just my big sis is so good it changed your life?” she arched her eyebrow, making it a question.
“Ah, I guess that might be it,” Ranma said, rubbing the back of his head, trying very hard not to freak out at the way Akane was behaving, or dressing. He swallowed nervously and pulled his eyes away before they wondered to dangerous areas.
Nabiki watched Ranma trying not to watch Akane, and felt a sour feeling in the pit of her stomach. She might as well be week-old rice while her little sister was here.
“Mistress Akane, are they here yet? A soft respectful voice said, and a second later an older red-headed teenager came around the corner of the gate, she was dressed in an outfit almost exactly like Nabiki’s but she filled the top a whole lot better. The girl noticed Ranma, and her eyes lit up like she’d just seen the Pope. Nabiki hated her on sight.
“Oh, my, Master Ranma, I’m so. I mean, we are so happy to have you are here. Master Soun will be so pleased you managed to buy Mistress . . .I mean, Nabiki-chan.” The girl looked around, and said. “Excuse my presumption, but is your father with you?”
Ranma just stared at her for a few seconds, till Nabiki gave him a bit of a shove. “Huh? Oh, yea. No pop had to, sort of, leave for a bit. But I’m sure he’ll be right along.”
“That is good. Master Soun will be very happy to have his friend back.”
Nabiki’s radar went off. The little red-headed slut didn’t sound as the same could be said about her. She wondered what her beef was with Genma. He likely promised Ranma would marry her, and ran off with her dowry, forcing her parents to sell her into slavery. And, of course she just happened to end up here. Nabiki felt smug. She was starting to figure out this crazy world. And she bet from the way the little tramp was looking at Ranma, that she’d be happy to his slave if she couldn’t be his wife. Well, it wasn’t going to happen, Nabiki vowed to herself.
“Are they here, No-chan,” the familiar voice of Nabiki’s father asked. She’d never been so happy to hear anything in her whole life. It promised home to her. She found herself moving past Ranma, past the weird Akane, and the red-headed slut, and was suddenly running toward the figure of her father, standing in the evening twilight.
“Daddy,” she said, launching herself at his chest and letting his arms fold around her in a hug. He held her for a few seconds, and then un-wrapped his arms from around her and pushed her away from him. “Are you ok, Nabiki-chan,” he asked.
She blinked back the tears in her eyes and stared up at his blurry image. “Sure, no problem. Got sold as a sex-slave. Put over a vaulting horse, fucked, and branded. It’s been a great day.”
“Yes, a truly great day,” Soun said, pulling her back into a big hug. “My baby is all grown up and is a woman.”
Nabiki closed her eyes in resignation. She wasn’t even surprised. She’d been crazy to think her father would be immune to the changes. Besides, why had she even cared. She hadn’t needed him to fix her boo boos in years. She could handle this on her own. She opened her eyes and pushed herself away from the man who was not her real father, and went over to stand beside Ranma. “You’ve met my master, daddy?” she asked.
“Ah, yes, a fine boy, even with his little, ahem, have you mentioned your situation to your slave, boy, I mean about your, cough, curse.”
“you mean that I turn into a . . .” Ranma looked disappointed, Nabiki thought. Well, tough. Why shouldn’t he have a little rain fall on his parade. Everything else in this stupid world seemed set up to be a guy’s delight.
“Yes, exactly,” Soun said hastily. His eyes darting toward the open gate. “No-chan, if you would, close the gate and join us in the family room.” He turned and walked away.
A few minutes later, they were all sitting around the table, and Kasumi was serving tea. Ranma was staring at her. So was Nabiki. She looked . . . So Kasumi like. True, her dress was a different style than what she normally wore being shorter, and tighter, and it was clear she was not wearing a bra, but for all that, she was still clearly, Kasumi.
Nabiki pulled her gaze away from her oldest sister, and looked at her father. In the bright light, and with no traitorous tears in her eyes, it was clear he was not her father. He was far too young, for one thing. He looked even younger than Genma had. The moustache, if anything made him look even younger in her eyes. If she’d had to guess, she’d have said he was no more than Twenty-five. But, even with all that, there was a . . . Father feel to him. Once again, she started wondering what the hell was going on around here.
There was the sound of the door behind her sliding open, and she looked over her shoulder to see Genma step inside, looking a bit worse for wear. His Gi was torn, one eye looked like it might be blackened, and a large bump decorated his bald head, his normal kerchief having been lost somewhere along the way. Unseen by Ranma and Nabiki, who were looking at Genma, No-chan eased herself back and behind Soun.
Another figure slipped into the room behind Genma, and he flinched away from her. Ranma was right, she thought, she is cute. And she did look a little like Akane, except for being slightly taller and having brown hair, oh, and bigger breasts. Why did all the new girls she was meeting have such monumental hooters? She was at once pleased and disgusted when this new girl only seemed to have eyes for her father. Or rather, this worlds version of him.
Dirty old man, chasing after teen-age pussy, she thought, forgetting her own thoughts concerning her father’s age. Still, there was something about the girl. Nabiki stared at her, trying to figure out what it was. She was sure she’d seen her somewhere before.
“Saotome my friend, what happened to you?” Soun asked. He raised a hand to his moustache and tugged on it, and Nabiki was amazed to see that he was smiling under his hand.
“Oh, nothing much, Tendo. Tripped in the dark,” Genma said, sitting himself at the table and helping himself to some buns.
“Ah, that’s too bad,” Soun said, tugging his mustache even harder. He looked over at his wife, and then down at the hilt she held in her hand, all that was left of the sword she’d taken with her when she’d gone looking for Genma. “Kimiko, it would seem you’ve broken one of my practice swords,” he said.
Nabiki jolted. The son-of-a-bitch. Bad enough he’d robbed the cradle, but he’d married a girl with their mother’s name.
“Yes, I’m afraid I’m been very careless, my husband.”
“Yes, very careless. I’m very much afraid I’m going to have to chastize you,” he said, a gleam in his eye that was shared by his wife.
“As my lord wishes. Do you wish to do it here?”
“That might be best. Ranma would perhaps benefit from a little instruction.” Soun said, the gleam in his eyes kindling into fire.
Nabiki turned her head away. “I think I may barf,” she muttered to Ranma.
“Oh, dear, Have you forgotten, Father? You have community service to-night,” Kasumi said. Both Soun and Kimiko’s faces showed sudden disappointment.
“Community service, Tendo?” Genma asked with surprise. “My old friend is a man of some importance,” he joked.
Soun looked pleased. “Yes, you could say that. But, I am sure you would be welcomed as well as I. It is true that I’ve fathered three lovely daughters, but you’ve fathered a son. Why don’t you go in my stead. I’m sure Yumi and her friends would be most happy to ‘meet’ you.”
“Well, I . . .”
“I met this Yumi on the way here, Pop,” Ranma suddenly spoke up.
“Oh! Would you say she’s an attractive lady.”
“Pop, she’s got a body like nothing you’ve ever seen,” Ranma said with a wink.
“Well, It’s only fair that I help the ladies out,” Genma said, puffing out his chest.
“Kasumi will give you the address,” Soun said. He then turned to his wife. “Now, I believe we were talking chastisement?” he asked.
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