[Episode 15445] [Episode 15445]Ranma was pissed. Pissed and horny. He, cursed his stupid father. Thanks to this stupid curse Genma had inflicted on Ranma due to his stupidity, he hadn’t gotten laid in over a month.
Normally, Ranma was able to sniff out eager pussy within minutes of landing in a new town. There were always horny girls willing and able to show a hunk like him, a good time. And if they weren’t all that willing, well, he and pop would be moving on pretty quick no matter what.
That was in the past. It was a lot harder to score as a girl than a guy. And it seemed that since getting her curse, she spent most of her time as a girl. God he was going to be happy to get back to somewhere with running hot water. He was getting desperate. He, or rather ,she, had even resorted to trying to find some rug-munchers, but after years of avoiding them like the plague, Ranma found he didn’t have the same radar for them as his guy side had for good looking girls with a bad case of the hornies.
Ranma was not used to going without. From the time he could get it up, his pop had made sure he got plenty of chances to try it out. Some bull about being a man among men. Ranma didn’t give a fart about that. He wanted to be a man among women.
Early on, Genma had purchased, or poached, sex slaves for Ranma to practice on, selling them for a profit after a few months and picking up a new one. Until Ranma got good enough that he didn’t need to buy it anymore.
He did sort of miss those days. Sex-slaves didn’t get to say no, and it was nice not to have to worry about sweet talking some girl to get his daily quota of poontang. When they had a slave, all he had to do was push her up against the nearest tree, or bend her over a handy fence, and wham bam. And if she complained, a good switching would make her see the light. A hell of a lot cheaper than dinner and booze to get some free girl into the sack.
There was a sudden wet feeling on Ranma’s nose, and he had the chance to let out a loud “Fuck!” just as the rain hit and turned him into a short busty redhead. She looked in a nearby store window, seeing herself standing beside a soggy Panda. She let out another curse as she saw the way her wet shirt clung to her full breasts, outlining every inch of them. She might as well be naked. Once again she warned herself to keep a low profile. There were thousands of horny guys who’d love to claim an un-registered girl like her. If she wasn’t careful she could find herself being bent over a bench in some government office, having her ass branded with her master’s mark. And the fucking problem was that she wouldn’t be able to kill the son of a bitch. Or even kick his ass a little. A slave girl who fought back was looking at serious consequences. Serious enough that Ranma wasn’t sure she’d risk them, even if worst came to worst. It was freaking miracle any real girl ever did, in her mind. They had to be nuts. Everyone knew that girls were meant for fucking, why would they be upset at some guy just doing what was natural. Now, her, it was different. She wasn’t really a girl, so it was natural for her to not want to be some guys fuck toy.
She cursed her pop once again. She didn’t see what was the big fucking deal. Why couldn’t he put her down as his daughter on the family register?
Well, at least she was heading somewhere where she had a chance to get dry, male, and maybe if she was lucky, some fresh virgin twat. Pop had talked up his friends virgin daughters when convincing her to go along with him.
She wasn’t sure about this marriage shit. Seems a lot trouble to her. Why not just buy a girl. But she was willing to at least kick the tires a bit, and see how they handled when she got in the saddle.
The Panda, silent till this moment, let out a loud Growf, and pointed at a large gate. Ranma brushed her wet hair out of her eyes and stared at the sign by the gate. “Yep, anything goes, all right,” she said. “Let’s get out of this fucking rain.”
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Ranma had expected a strange reception. After all, she was supposed to be a guy. They were going to be surprised when she showed up instead. She hadn’t been ready for the tall old fart to grab her in a bear hug, however. Her heart had nearly stopped for a moment. She’d been sure that her luck had finally run out and he was going to claim her as his slave.
Thank god he’d only been an idiot. A blind idiot to miss a set a tits like hers.
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Right now Ranma, having changed back into a boy, sat across from two worried looking girls while their father sobbed on his old mans shoulders. Ranma ignored his father and the other guy as he checked out the babes. They were both looking shell shocked, but it didn’t distract from their looks. The young one was a bit muscular for his taste, but cute none the less. She fancied herself a marital artist. Might be fun to show her what the real thing looked like. And even more fun taking the victor’s spoils. He’d done that a few times. Beaten a girl in a street fighter match, and fucked her bowlegged while the crowd cheered him on.
The other girl was lush, sweet and soft. Maybe a bit boring after a little while, but she’d likely make interesting noises the first few times he enjoyed her.
He suddenly realized that the girls were looking at him with great intensity. The older one had her hands clasped just below her big tits as she looked at him like he was a fucking movie star or something. “You’ll do it, won’t you, please,” she asked with a hint of desperation.
Ranma noted that desperation. He wondered what she’d be willing to do to get him to do what ever it was that had her panties in such a bunch.
“Of course he’ll do it, Kasumi. What guy wouldn’t,” the younger girl said, her voice loaded with resentment and bile. Ranma’s hand itched with the desire to turn her over his lap and teach her to show proper respect. Maybe later.
“I’m sure he’s not like that, Akane,” Kasumi said.
“Of course not,” the father said. What was his name. Oh yea, Soun.”
“Sure, I’m not a bad guy. I’ll be glad to help,” Ranma lied with a straight face.
“Oh, my boy! I can’t tell you how happy I am,” Soun gushed as he pulled a small leather bag out from inside his clothes and handed it to Ranma.
Ranma blinked as he felt the weight in his hand. Only one thing he knew of weighed that much and came in pouches like this. Gold, and a lot of it. What the fuck had pop gotten him into now.
“Come on boy, we just have time to make it,” Genma said, taking hold of Ranma and dragging him out of the house.
Ranma looked back at where Soun and the girls were looking after them with hope in their eyes, even the black haired bitch with the bad attitude. “What the fuck is going on, pop?” He asked, making sure his voice was pitched so it would not be heard past Genma’s ears.
“Stupid boy, what have I told you about listening.”
“Yea, I know, Keep your ears open and your mouth shut,” Ranma said. “Now can the lecture, and tell me what the fuck is going down.”
“Soun’s daughter, Nabiki, had a run in with a rich local boy. He didn’t like her attitude, and framed her for something she didn’t do. Or so Soun claims. Doesn’t matter if she did or didn’t. Important thing is she goes on the block in a few minutes, and we have to get there for you to buy her.”
That got Ranma’s attention. “Whoa, no fooling, and the stupid fart gave me the money to do it. That means when we sell her we’re going to make a clean hundred percent profit.”
Genma slapped Ranma upside the head. “Stupid boy, we aren’t selling her. We’ll be taking her back home to her family.”
“What? Why the fuck would we do that?” Ranma protested rubbing his ear.
“Soun Tendo is my oldest friend. You know the family can’t buy back a family member who’s on the block for a crime. So we’re going to do it for him.”
Ranma cursed under his breath. “Stupid pop. What the fuck was wrong with him. One of the few things you could count on with Genma was that he’d always look out for the main chance. Was he going soft.
Genma must have read Ranma’s mind, because he gave him another clout upside the head. “Use your brain boy. Soun will be grateful. We get free room and board, and eventually, you marry one of his daughters and get the house as a dowry. You’ll be set for life.”
“Yea, yea, I understand.” Ranma said. Privately, he vowed if he wasn’t going to get cash money for this bitch, he’d at least get it out of her in trade. He just hoped she wasn’t some pig. He let himself dream a little, however. Her sisters were fine. Maybe she’d be prime fuck-meat as well.
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