[Episode 145423] [Episode 145423]Ranma would prefer not to have any of his Kits die while he’s trying to write down some chicken scratches on medical form she could barely make out, thank you very much.
Unfortunately, when he got there, things hadn’t been so simple as the idea to pick up his Kits some more clothes.
“Uh Mom I know that look...” Ranma winced as he stood before his mother, the Samurai pokéwoman sliding the rope used in last night’s shibari fetish. In his dreams, (or another life?) it was how his mother showed that she was displeased and usually had her katana with her for effect. And while she didn’t have that sharp weapon on her now, the way she gripped at the rope, almost as if it were a whip made him VERY nervous. “I’m sorry, okay!?” He blurted out, hoping to save his ass.
Nodoka raised an curious eyebrow as her son started bowing and scrapping before her feet. Oh, how he could so remind her of her late husband at times. “Oh I know you are,” She said seriously. “But you still need to make up for it!” She added with a hentai grin.
Ranma winced again. He sure recognized THAT look. “I can venture a guess what that is,” Ranma mumbled as he knew what his mother wanted. But... Damn these conflicting memories. He knew he would do it all the time, but now he couldn’t help but see his mother as someone to cherish, to love... And not TOO much into the physical sense.
Damn it! What was he supposed to do? He didn’t want to do it... Again. Last night had been something else all together, and even his mother commented on how ‘awkward’ he was, and questioned if he was getting out of practice. If only he could keep her mind off things with some raw, passionate...
It was then an idea came to Ranma. If he couldn’t give his mother what she needed, then maybe someone else could... Given he didn’t call her a ‘crack-whore’ again.
“Oh, RYOOOGAAAAAAA!!!” Ranma called out loud enough, hoping that the Eternal Lost Boy next door would hear him.
Blinking her eyes cutely at what her son was doing, the pokéwoman Samurai asked, “What does Ryoga have to do with you helping me with chores?”
Ranma was rather silent for a long moment... Right up until he fell over, landing ith a dulled ‘thud’ due to the carpeting.
Nodoka couldn’t help but smile at her son’s antics. So, as he twitched on the floor, she explained, “While nookie would be grand, I do have a lot of housework to do today.” And then mentally added, “But tonight... Eh heheheheh!”
“Okay, okay...” Ranma groaned as he started to push himself up from off of the floor.
Nodoka raised an eyebrow. “You seem disappointed,” She said with a slight teasing tone to her voice.
“Nah, I’m fine,” Ranma insisted. “Just got a lot on my mind. Like how Ranko lost a PokéBattle and I’ll have to lead Ryoga around.
“Oh dear,” Nodoka said a little fretful. She knew how much the Kit wanted to make her master proud. “I hope Ranko didn’t take it too badly.”
“She’s humbled...” Ranma admitted. “If only a little. I at least think this will make her stop rushing head-first into PokéBattle with unknown variables.”
Nodoka nodded her head. Changing the subject, shed asked, “So Ryoga-kun is back? How is he faring?”
“Oh, he’s okay now...” A little too okay in Ranma opinion, what with how he was acting rather full of himself because of what was going on when he finally got Ryoga back to Phallus. “But earlier, Ryoga was weeping like a baby.”
“Weeping?” Nodoka asked curiously. “Why?”
Ranma answered without hesitation, “Six of his eight Gym Badges weren’t any good... Or at least, that’s what the Professor told us.”
Nodoka nodded her head, “I take it he got non-Indigio Badges?” At the nod she asked, “Why didn’t he sell them for the SLC at least?”
Ranma frowned. Yep, he knew Stroaks has screwed Ryoga over. “...He traded them for one Indigo Badge.”
Frowning, Nodoka placed her hands on her hips. “I must talk to Prof. Stroaks about his urges to take advantage of dimwitted, despondent or retarded Tamers... Especially when Ryoga worked hard for those badges.”
Ranma nodded his head. Ryoga was his buddy, after all... Even if he didn’t listebn to him when he had something important to say.
“He’s a good man the Professor,” Nodoka admitted, “But also an opportunist...” She let off a sigh. “I still I must be careful not to be too harsh, but I do feel as if Ryoga-kun is part of the family so I must temper my... Protectiveness.”
Ranma was surprised by such an admission. “You care about Ryoga that much?” After all, his mother used to tease them all the time about how they were such a pair of pains in her ass when they were kids.
Nodoka nodded her head. “Why not? You’ve been friends since you were both small and you both have been there for the other... Why would I not? I often think of some of your girlfriends as daughters... Maybe more like daughter-in-laws, but you understand the gist.
Slowly, Ranma nodded his head. When he thought about it, it WAS true... He just couldn’t remember it as such. “Damn Swiss-cheese memories,” He mentally cursed himself.
Unnoticing of how confused Ranma looked, Nodoka smiled as she continued, “Oh yes. By the way, I couldn’t get to the phone, but your friends Ichi and Hitomi left a message on the answering machine... And so did your cousin Ami.”
Ranma blinked his eyes. They were calling him even after he left. “...I didn’t tell anyone I became a Tamer, did I?”
Nodoka blinked her eyes at that question. Leaning forward, she placed a hand to feel his forehead. “Hmm... No fever... Mercy son, I sometimes wonder if you have the Scatterbrain Blood Curse... Of course you did! There was a big party two days before you picked up your pokégirl when you passed the exam!” Nodoka had to use her hand fan herself at the memories. “Lord what fun. Food, a movie... And the orgy... My we all wore ourselves out... We also had to hold the party early because Ami had to return home, and Hitomi and Ichi were going to leave for a training trip. And I believe Yohko-chan was being dragged off by her Grandmother for some sort of training... And the Tendo sisters had to return before their Father returned from his business trip.”
Standing there in shock, Ranma was blushing brighter than a tomato. “...Yeah, I remember now...”
Nodoka scratched her chin. “I knew we invited some others but they couldn’t make it... Oh well... That refresh your memory son?”
“Ooooh yeeeaaaaah...” Ranma said slowly as he had to take a moment to adjust his pants. Sometimes THAT Blood Gift was more of a CURSE!
Nodoka blinked her eyes at the sight of her son redder than a CharAmanda. “You’re blushing quite profusely... I take it you’re remembering something quite... Naughty?” She asked with a grin.
Blushing even harder, Ranma mumbled, but admitted, “I think that night you gave me the best blow-job I ever had.”
Nodoka smirked almost evilly. “Did I now? How was it different from the other times? Was it because Hitomi was licking your ass while I did it? Or was my technique just... Different?”
Ranma blushed even harder. Thanks for the mental image, mom! “...Both... And the fact you covered by cock in chocolate syrup before you went at it.”
Smiling, Nodoka said, “Ah yes, that made it tasty... Especially when the cream mingled with it.”
If possible, Ranma blushed even harder.
Nodoka couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of her son impersonating a Mr. Tomatohead Doll. “My, you seem to be easy to make blush for some reason as of late.”
“Yeah, I do, kinda, sorta... Well, a lot.” Ranma reluctantly agreed.
Nodoka frowned lightly. “Why is that my son? Normally its hard these days for something to make you blush, considering all you’ve seen and done.”
Ranma sighed. “It’s... Nothing. Guess once I became a Tamer, I realized the seriousness involved with sex.” That, and having a secondary set of memories which still seemed far more real was really bringing him doubt.
Nodding her head to that, Nodoka admitted, “I guess so. It was more of a... Recreational thing for you during your younger years before you became a Tamer. Well, my time with you was training besides the fact I love my son and wanted to express it all ways.”
Ranma sighed. It was true. She did love him. A lot. Smiling softly, Ranma mumbled, “Thanks, mom.” Mustering his courage, Ranma moved over to and hugged his mother.
Nodoka continued as she felt her son wrpa his arms around her. “I guess I neglected to mention some of the... Deeper aspects of the act... Or if I did, I was too blissed out to speak coherently or seriously and you were blissed out in a tired faction unable to listen much.” Smiling, Nodoka hugged back warmly. “You’re welcome, my son. Iappreciate deeply that you have... Loved me back as well, son... I do admit I was... lonely after your father passed away and your love... Has kept me strong these years...” She managed a small smile. “But do not think I am merely seeing you as a surrogate to your Father. On the contrary, you’re both too different in aspects of personality and being a lover to be one and the same.
Nodding his head to that, Ranma answered, “I don’t ever expect to replace dad. I’m just glad I could help you over the years. And I’m thankful for you raising me.”
Stroking his cheek lightly, Nodoka told Ranma, “You are my pride and joy Ranma, my only wish was to see you grow up loved, and whatever you do you will be happy. Successful as a Tamer or not I just want you happy. Your Father fulfilled his dreams of being a great PokéGirl Tamer, so one Sextome has the title, you need not aspire for it. Aspire to what you want, be it that or other things my son. I know also in my heart your Father would be smiling proudly if he was still with us...” She managed a small smirk. “Of course, he’d then rant that I wasn’t for sharing. Eh heh heh...”
Grinning a bit, it was odd how actually talking with his mother, while making him blush a bit, was making him feel better. “You really are great for a pep-talk, mom. Thank you for being there for me all these years. I love ya, mom.” he then hugged Nodoka tightly.
Nodoka hugged back more. “I love you too Ranma, I know you’ll do great...” It was amazing how she managed a soft motherly smile, and not a lustful one. “Those girls are lucky to have you, even if you are a sexual stallion, you have compassion and restraint to give those pokékits a chance, when most Tamers wouldn’t bother because they’re not for Taming... Unless they’ve got some lolita complex....” she added the last bit as an after-thought.
Ranma was so glad he didn’t have one... Or at least one bad enough he couldn’t help himself. But then again there was a difference to girls who looked like lolitas but were his age and the real deal. Like those Chibi-Pokégirls. “Yeah, it’s good to have a conscience and be able to do the right thing,” he thought as he hugged Nodoka back a little tighter. “I’ll do my best to make you proud,” Ranma told his mother seriously.
“You already have son. I just want you to do what will make you proud of yourself and happy,” Nodoka told him.
“Then I will, mom,” Ranma said seriously. “I will.”
Peeking from a corner, Ranko and Hotaru were now against the wall weeping softly at the tender scene.
Sniffling, Ranko wiped at her nose and said, “She may be scary in some ways, but I’d like a Mama like that.
Hotaru nodded her head meekly. “Ditto...”
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