[Episode 126421] [Episode 126421]Of course, lately, the variety has begun to dwindle, an odd thing for the Tendo Ranch; which has been renowned for their collection of Pokégirls. Unknown to the public, the reason behind this was, was not the fact that Soun was a great Pokégirl Breeder... No... It was that one of his employees, Ranma Sextome, would bring him rare and exotic pokégirls won through PokéBattles. A Level 5 Taming Cycle later, and their brainwashed memories would be suited to give them to new owners.
And it had been nearly a month since Ranma Sextome reported in.
“Where IS he!?” Soun fumed as he sat at a desk within his office. Behind him was a sales graph, the red arrow moving downwards.
The elder Tendo’h lowered his head. The only reason the Tendo Ranch hadn’t sunken into poverty yet was due to the efforts of two of his employees. Genma Sextome, Ranma’s father was still doing PokéBattles and winning pokégirls, (albeit not rare ones) and his own daughter, Nabikitty was wise with funding and tax evasion that they'd hadn't felt the full wrath of the IRS.
...Oh, and speak of the devil. There was his daughter. “Hello, Nabikitty. How’re you doing today?”
Her eye twitched the instant she heard that. “I’m... Fine, father...” She practically spat at him. Oh how she’d love to get the hell out of this place and be with someone who actually cared. But that wouldn’t happen, not as long as ‘dear old daddy’ had anything to say about it. “Not that he’s really a father,” She snorted to herself. The guy didn’t really care about her, he just needed her to keep the IRS off of them, something she was good at.
“Fine?” Soun asked. “That’s wonderful. Now, Nabikitty, has Genma returned yet? It’s been a week now, and we could really use some more pokégirls. Sales are down because our supply of pokégirls for aspiring Tamers is!”
“Oh father, I have something interesting for you.” She said slightly cold, not that that brain-dead Pokégirl Breeder would realize that her tone was frosty or anything.
Her father ignored that for the moment. “In a minute,” He told her. “First I need the rundown. Did Genma return yet?” He sniffed the air. “And is Kasumi making lunch? I think I smell KhangAssCunt eggs cooking.” The elder Pokégirl Breeder shivered. He hoped Akane hadn’t tried cooking again. That girl almost killed him the last time. What pokégirl mistakes Titmouse Poisoning for oregano?
Nabikitty’s eye twitched slightly. “Genma hasn’t returned yet, though he did send a letter saying that he’s on the trail of a rare and exotic pokégirl. Kasumi’s making lunch and I have something unimportant to tell you. Ranma Sextome’s whereabouts, and the stock market’s up, and we’re due a large shipment of pokégirls in the near future.”
Soun nodded his head. “Good, we really need more poké-” The Tendo Patriarch stopped in his speech and stared at Nabiki. “WHAT? WHERE IS HE!?” He shouted, leaning over in his seat. “WHERE IS RANMA!?!?”
Wincing slightly and rubbing her ears from the noise, Nabikitty smirked at the slightly crazy old man. “Well... He’s at this town called Greenpeace.” She then shrugged. “Heard he helped stop a Titmouse invasion.”
The fact Ranma stopped a Titmouse infestation was lost on the Tendo Breeder, but not his employee’s location. “Greenpeace?” Soun blinked his eyes. “Where the hell is Greenpeace!?”
“Just ask the Titmice.” The pokégirl smirked at her father, who was looking away.
Soun grumbled and turned his seat around. He pressed a button on the arm of the chair and the screen went from showing a chart of the Tendo Ranch’s Financial state to that of a blue screen; now in vid-phone mode. “Operator. This is Soun Tendo’h of the Tendo Ranch. Connect me to the Greenpeace PokéCenter.”
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Sheila purred as she watched Ranma go through a kata. All those nice muscles shimmering with sweat and moving back and forth... It got that little Shaguar all nice and happy, (aka randy!)
*BRIIIING*!
Ranma stopped his kata, one leg straight up when he heard that. "What the?”
*BRIIIING*!
The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer looked about for the source. What was ringing.
*BRIIIING*!
Seeing as how her owner had stopped moving his muscles in enticing ways, Sheila pouted. “Phone, Master,” She said as she pointed to the phone-cradle by the bed.
“Oh.” Ranma got out of his kata completely and went over to the bed, before picking it up. “Um, hello?”
One of the walls opened up, showing a screen. On the screen was a figure that Ranma automatically recognized.
Soun Tendo... Or this world’s analog of him.
And behind him, a cat girl that looked like Nabiki...
...
...Who was making faces and putting bunny ears on Soun’s head from behind.
“Ranma Sextome!” The Tendo’h Patriarch shouted angrily. “What are you doing in Greenpeace!?”
Ranma blinked a few times. Nabiki was acting funny... Well, she was a pokégirl now, he supposed, but the way Soun was acting wasn’t much better. “Um... I needed to rest a bit and this was the only place I could rest.”
Sheila saw the figure and froze in fear; too afraid to speak. It was that mean man that had let Sextome keep her, since she wasn’t ‘sexy enough to fetch more that 50 slc’.
“Rest?” Soun asked, his eye twitching. “IT’S BEEN NEARLY A MONTH! You need to get back to work right away, Sextome!” He leaned forward, causing his face to appear larger. “And you better have some rare pokégirls, mister!”
“A month?” Ranma blinked. What the hell was going on with this world’s version of him? He blinked again as he saw Nabiki in the background grab a paddle and make like she was going to slap her father several times over in the back of the head. “Well, I did get into a lot of PokéBattles before coming here. Even one against Vash the Stampede.” Maybe that would shut the old fart up.
“The Gym Leader Vash the Stampede!?” Soun asked in surprise. At Ranma’s nod, he asked, “Did you manage to beat him? One of HIS pokégirls would probably fetch a small fortune if sold.”
“Everything went boom,” Ranma deadpanned, sweat--dropping slightly as Nabiki held up a sign with a baseball and a screw behind Soun, and pointed at her father.
Groaning, Soun rolled his eyes. “Very well. What about the other PokéBattles you’ve been in? Won any new and hopefully rare and exotic pokégirls?”
“I’ve had this stalker on my case for awhile now. He’s got a lot of magic using pokégirls.” Ranma blinked as Nabiki held up a spiked mallet and started swinging as though she was trying to hit her father. He idly wondered what caused her to act like Akane from his world.
“Magic-types, eh?” Soun scratched his chin as he considered that. “Did you win any of his pokégirls?”
“He kept running away.” Which was the truth. Séance did keep running away, or trying to anyway. “I did get a Vixxen from him.”
“A Vixxen?” Soun snorted. “Is that all? I still have a whole slew of Vixxens here!”
Ranma shrugged. “Only thing the prick had on him.” He grumbled. “Most of the rest only gave me money.” At least that’s what he could assume. “Ran into a guy with a boomstick that needed 100,000 slc to make up for goods that Genma had stolen from his store.”
Behind Soun, Nabikitty rolled her eyes and held up a chainsaw with a silencer on it, before turning it on and revving it up.
Soun rolled his eyes. “Well that certainly sounds like your father all right...” He leaned forward towards the screen again. “What about that Titmouse Invasion thing? Were there any rare Mouse-types amongst them that you could’ve caught?”
“Rare ones?” Ranma scratched his head. “I think there was a purple-furred one, the rest were brown, red, or blue, but that was it.”
“Purple-furred?” Soun asked dubiously. “Did you catch it?”
“I think one of the Catgirls that’re in town ate it,” Ranma said, not wanting Soun to know about Moisha. If that comment about getting rare pokégirls and selling them was any indication, then he didn’t want to think about what Soun would do if he knew just what pokégirls he had.
Behind Soun, Nabikitty held up a pick and took a few practice swings at the back of Soun’s head. She smirked cattily as she saw Ranma sweat-drop.
Soun blinked his eyes. “Ranma, why are you so nervous?” He growled. “Is it because you’ve been lazy and haven’t caught a single worth-while pokégirl to sell!?” He said accusingly.
Shrugging, Ranma decided to the hell with it and tell Soun the truth, he wasn’t the best liar out there, but he was better than people gave him credit for. “Well, actually, I’ve been training my girls to get tougher so that they can perform better.”
“... That’s it?” Soun asked, his eye twitching. “You’ve been wasting time training pokégirls, when you could’ve been getting new ones!?”
Ranma shrugged. “Best way to get more is to train what you have to be better than what’s out there.” He blinked as he saw Nabiki nod, before picking up a spiked mace and look like she was about to brain her brain-dead father.
Soun blinked his eyes in surprise. Frowning he said, “What kind of retarded idea is that!?”
Ranma blinked, before frowning. “You know... If you want me to lose more often, you could have just said so.”
“Hey!” Soun shouted. “You’re not going to lose! You’re Ranma Sextome! With that crack-team of Rare and STRONG pokégirls I let you keep, you should be able to take on ANY challenger!”
“Yeah... And that prick with the magic pokégirls nearly beat me because his girls never had to worry about getting hit." This version of Soun was starting to irritate him. Apparently he was irritating Nabiki as well, since she took out her claws and looked about ready to pounce on her father and make a meal out of him.
...And not a meal in the sexual sense.
Soun sat back. “But he didn’t beat you, did he?” Soun asked. “You’re a on the road to being a HAREM MASTER! You shouldn’t have to worry about anything! With your pokégirls and reputation, you’ll be invincible!”
Ranma rubbed his forehead. This guy was making him look humble, not an easy task in any sense of the word. "Now listen-”
“No, you listen, Sextome!” Soun shouted angrily. “Your job is to go out and find either women about to crossover into threshold and turn them into pokégirls, or beat up on other tamers and steal me their rare and powerful pokégirls. Is that CLEAR!?” Soun roared.
Ranma’s eye twitched at hearing that. “Riiight... I’ll see you later...” He said, mentally adding ‘not’. He then hung up the phone and sat down on the bed. “Kami-sama... What did my other self do here?”
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Soun gawked at the blank screen. Sextome hung up on him!? “Who does that little punk think he is!?”
“Maybe he was busy? He was all sweaty.” Nabikitty said from behind the old bastard her lovable old man.
Soun nodded. That was possible. Slowly he said, “And Nabikitty...”
“Yes?” She asked, slightly irritated. Did she EVER hate that name!
“Even with the phone call on, your image WAS slightly reflected...” He turned to her with a deep frown. “I saw all that!”
Nabikitty blinked. “Uh oh...” Now what the hell was this bastard going to do to her?
Soun smirked. “Perhaps you’d like a trip to the Parthenogenesis Chamber? And help us make some Kitten pokégirls to sell?”
Nabikitty paled and shook her head, holding up her hands. “No, no, no, no.”
Soun considered it. “But then you’d be too busy to do my taxes, wouldn’t you?”
The Kitten pokégirl nodded. "Um, yeah...”
Soun nodded. “Yes... But you still need to be punished...” He thought about it for a moment and snapped his fingers. “Perhaps I should discipline you like I did when you and your sisters were kids.” He patted his hands along his lap. “Lay down!”
Nabikitty winced, but did as told. It would be better than her having kittens, at least in her opinion.
Soun looked at his daughter laying across his lap and nodded. Grabbing the back of her shorts, he pulled them down to the middle of her thighs, her cute Kitten buns revealed to him.
Nabikitty winced. Now she was in for it.
Raising a hand high, Soun them brought the flat palm down on her ass with a loud,
*WHAP*!
Nabikitty winced. That stung, but she could handle it.
*WHAP*!
That was a little harder than before, but nothing she couldn’t handle, being a pokégirl and all.
*WHAP*!
*WHAP*!
*WHAP*!
Nabikitty grit her teeth as her father continued to spank her ass. Damn it, if she didn't know better, she’d say she was getting turned on by this.
*WHAP*!
*WHAP*!
*WHAP*!
Nabikitty shuddered and mewled pathetically, feeling her juices start to flow. “D-damn it...” She moaned as her father spanked her. Darned jerk was doing this just to get her worked up, and she knew it.
*WHAP*!
*WHAP*!
*WHAP-KRI-CRACK*!
“ARGH! MY HAND!" Soun shouted as he held up his bruised hand, fingers out of alignment. “Darn osteoporosis!”
Nabikitty groaned and whimpered. She was so turned on, and he had to go and break his hand on her butt. Which was quite hard, considering how freaking soft her rear really was. “...That dumbass...” Nabikitty thought as her father moaned and whimpered about his brittle bones.
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