[Episode 210671] [Episode 210671]In the world of pokégirls, news only had the importance of how it affected the reader. Things that would affect say the price of Milktit milk in the area would only concern those who already paid a premium for that item. The world seemed consumed more with the ‘how does this affect me’ mentality than the world Ranma and the Tendo sisters had come from. Very few thought of the greater impacts of any event.
Those that did however were quickly able to amass what they desired. Team Rocket could use what they learned to their advantage, a skill born from tracking down the rare and exotic pokégirls, Lostech, Forbidden Tech, and so on for their own use. To a small extent, the groups that controlled the local Pokégirl Leagues and the governing body of the planet used this as well.
But in the end, they too could fall to the self-interest problem that affected the common citizens. It wasn’t that they didn’t care—which for many they didn’t—but that the phrase ‘ignorance is bliss’ was a generally accepted mantra. What you didn’t know about, what you didn’t have haunt you, couldn’t bother you. After all, if a Widow was found a thousand miles from you, it didn’t affect you in any way, unless you were a Tamer who figured they could earn some quick cash by being one of the teams sent to destroy it.
So when a story appeared in the news sites and papers about the return of a formerly lost Tamer who had been missing for two years, only to arrive minus his original team of pokégirls and no memory of his former life, many just ignored it. For one, it mentioned he had been lost at Jusenkyo, so many just disregarded it. Those that knew of it, they had no plans to go near Jusenkyo, even before reading the article. For those that didn’t, the first paragraph made them question the simple fact that someone would willingly go to that area, and if it only cost them their memories, well they were lucky.
Two, it happened in another league. So for many, what happened away from them, unless they made plans to get to that league for some reason, they could care less that some yokel managed to stumble out of the woods after being missing for two years. Hell, some figured he either owed people money or had gone underground for any number of illegal reasons.
But aside from those who would ignore the article, there were those who would care. It was sheer luck that when the article had first been written, Ranma had yet to update his list of pokégirls. If he had, then the new team would have been listed, and the fact that his Alpha was listed as Asrial, a Salusian, would have garnered the attention of Team Rocket, and thus exposed the location of something Gendo considered a threat sooner than the dimensional travelers would have liked.
It did mention he had been in the company of three human women, sisters, and one of them had nearly been killed by a spider-pokégirl that at the time of printing had been still reported loose. But human women were considered to be non-threshold women, thus nothing special was seen about them, certainly not the possibility they were in fact pureblooded human females. The fact one had been attacked in Buggy Woods was beside the point, unless plans were made to explore that area. And even then, they would have postponed those plans at that point, thinking the League would have sealed the area to hunt the dangerous pokégirl.
The names of the three Tamers who had attempted to capture the human females would have made news, and could have, as Gary Stroaks was a fair bit more well-known than Ranma Saotome. But that would only be noticed by those who read the gossip articles, which had taken that fact and ran with it. In those articles, the names of the women would have been ignored more for the juicy details of Gary’s emerging criminal past—or the hints of such. The fact he had been defeated by Saotome without a pokégirl would hardly have been worth mentioning. And it would be several days before those gossip-mongers would get word of the finances that Tamer Saotome received from the actions of those boys—someone coming into a lot of cash from disgraced family heirs was always good news, as it meant someone new was in the social circles, thus giving the vultures fresh meat to pick at.
So in those contexts, Ranma Saotome would only receive any attention from the current readers from those that knew of him. Asrial or the Tendo sisters wouldn’t receive a single thought or care because the articles didn’t bother to mention them.
So thanks to those papers, Ranma would soon have to deal with the legacy of his analog. What that would mean would only be revealed of in time.
Kasumi smiled as she walked down the street, her arm wrapped around Ranma’s left arm, as they made their way to the market.
The reason for her intense smile was not just the boy on her arm—though he was always a reason for her to smile now. Nor was it her sister’s improved health—though she hoped that Akane wouldn’t be such a violent maniac now.
No, what was the source of her happy rush was what had occurred after the duo had left the room Akane was resting in. They had been mobbed by several Nurse Joys, each one holding a packaged DVD of the bathroom encounter, each one wanting an autograph of the two humans as well as some pictures for prestige.
Ranma had only blushed at first, signing his name and posing for some pictures—the shot of him nude or nearly nude with the Nurse Joys pressed against him and Kasumi in various stages of undress hadn’t started until Kasumi talked him into it. By the time he was beginning to enjoy it, forgetting that a formerly mallet-happy tomboy was only two rooms away, his stomach had reminded him of their duty: namely getting food for the day.
So they had gone looking for the other girls, ending up finding Kiiro being the mouse-toy for the cat-girl, and Asrial panting on the bed.
Ranma had stood there, eyes wide and his obvious reaction showing as a bulge in his pants as he took in the scene.
Kasumi pouted, sad that she had missed the fun, and said the next time they were going to play like that, they had better invite her. The fact that the catgirls had immediately looked ashamed said much about the power of the formerly demure Tendo.
As soon as she was coherent once again—and trying to put away her previous actions beforehand as if it hadn’t occurred—Asrial asked if she could take Kiiro and Alice to see if she could fix the RV. The fact that Ranma and Kasumi now knew how likely help was to be from the local recommended by Officer Jolie, gave her permission, but Kasumi insisted that no matter what, they try and be back for lunch.
Which brought us to now, the group of a man, woman, catgirl, and elfgirl walking down the street to buy groceries and other necessaries.
Kasumi needed a new pair of panties and a bra after a pair of doe-eyed Joys had convinced her to part with what she had been wearing and sign them. Not that she minded being without for the moment—it gave her a thrill and made her feel just a tad naughty. They all wanted to get a few more changes of clothing and such, as well as some other outfits for the pokégirls—constantly wearing a leather outfit couldn’t be good for you, especially when traveling and training. Ranma wanted to see what books and training gear he could find to work on his Art, especially to finding some techniques and such to make certain no other person suffered like Akane had.
It was kind of cute to Kasumi that he thought he would get to practice today.
But that stuff would only take a few minutes, food and such could be sent home by Ranma and they could spend a few extra minutes getting the proper clothing, assuming they didn’t put it off till after lunch if Akane or Nabiki needed anything.
“I do hope they still have Fortune Farms sample booth,” she wondered aloud.
Ranma wondered too. After all, he had to wonder why Kasumi was so hooked on those pokégirls. Who knew, perhaps he’d want one as well.
Cyan and Cassandra walked behind them, both somewhat focused on their Tamer’s ass as he walked by, their Mistress—if what the delectable mouse-type pokégirl had said was true—as well, even as she occasionally groped their Master. Both figured they were most certainly better off than they had been with Gary—Sukebe burn his soul for all eternity. And this one was apparently good for more than one shot per night.
Cyan however felt something else, something she had first noticed in Buggy Woods when she was released on the young teenager. Something about him, some primal force within him seemed to sing to her, causing something in her very core to … purr? She knew Alice felt the same way, and it was likely the fact that Cyan was not a young pokégirl that her need for a Taming hadn’t grown as quickly as the young Shadowcat. But the need to be bred by him wasn’t coming just from how he acted, the fact he had saved her from Gary. No, it seemed to come from something deep inside of him.
And she was definitely intrigued. I may just watch Alice’s Taming to see what happens, she thought, her sex moistening a bit, just from being near him.
Cassandra watched as well, still curious about the pureblooded humans that had rescued her. Within the last few days, a standard dynamic for her life had shifted drastically, from a life of fear and hatred to a life of pleasure and new possibilities. The visitors from another world were unique, open, and best of all fair. And to be honest, she wondered what more awaited her.
The fact there were two pairs of very fine asses waving themselves before her didn’t hurt either, definitely more fit than Gary or his thugs had ever been.
“I can’t believe they had so many of those DVDs made,” muttered Ranma, bringing their pokégirls attention back to the talking humans.
“Well, they wanted to ensure they never lost their only copy,” said Kasumi happily, her shoulder-bag holding several of them, all autographed. “And we still might need them later tonight for the other Nurse Joys.” The fact she was fast becoming a sexual celebrity was something Kasumi found very exciting.
“Uh, yeah,” muttered Ranma, somewhat uncertain now that he calmed down if he could handle being mobbed once again by fans. But at least they hadn’t let the video out at least and he certainly didn’t want to do anything that would get them in trouble or upset their hosts. “At least the clothing store is next to the market,” he said, pointing ahead of them.
Kasumi nodded. “We’ll, we have the proper sizes, so we shouldn’t take that long and risk the food spoiling.”
“I can always take it back quickly if we need too,” offered Cyan. The aspect of getting some new clothes, just shopping in general, seemed to trigger something in her blood, a call of nature that was threatening to release itself. Odds were that if Ranma got her the right outfit, she’d probably jump him right then and there. Or perhaps she’d find an outfit in the clothing store that would make her Tamer forget about his silly little fear and jump her like the hot sex object she was, damn it! Control yourself, Cyan; it’s just … shopping.
Shopping…
SHOPPING…
“SHOPPING!” cried the Cheetit.
The humans paused, turning back to face the catgirl. “Um … you okay?” asked Ranma, as Kasumi quietly giggled.
“Um … yeah,” meekly offered Cyan.
“Right,” sighed Ranma. “Well, let’s get this over with.”
“Okay,” said Ranma, looking at the list, “you girls go get the stuff on the bottom of this, and a few vegetables Kasumi asked for,” he said, tearing the list in half and handing it to Cassandra—he still felt a bit uneasy being so close to the cheetah girl.
“Sure,” smiled Cyan, as she grabbed Cassandra’s free hand, as she tore off down the aisle.
“I think she really wants to shop,” said Kasumi with a smile, as she grabbed Ranma’s hand, grabbing a shopping cart. “Let’s go this way, so I can show you the Milktits,” she said with a smile.
Ranma nodded. He did want to see what Kasumi found so appealing about them, as well as get some more milk—that stuff was pretty damned good.
It took them half a minute to find the proper area of the store. “Hello!” called Kasumi, as she saw the same elderly man from yesterday.
The elderly man looked up, slowly recognizing the girl from yesterday who had given him such a view of ‘milking’ one of his Milktits. “Ah, you again; how are you?” he asked, smiling largely at the sight of her in the new dress, and if his old senses weren’t lying to him, without a bra this time.
“I’m doing well,” she said with a pleasant smile.
“And whose your friend?” he asked, motioning towards Ranma, hoping it was a brother if for nothing else than to allow him to dream.
“Oh, this is my boyfriend, Ranma,” she said, not noticing the sad look on the old man’s face or the shock on Ranma’s. As far as she was concerned, it was the truth. They were together intimately, had a deep friendship, and as far as she was concerned, in this world, there would be no other guy but him. That could change if they found a way home—hopefully with the pokégirls—but for now; he was her one and only male partner.
But turning slightly, and seeing Ranma’s fish-like expression, she couldn’t help but giggle before she gave him a passion-filled kiss, stemming any embarrassment he had—she really needed to help him open up more—and arousing the monster still angry at the interruption this morning. Catching sight of the bulge that was forming, she turned back towards the elderly man. “Ranma, this is… Oh, I’m sorry; I don’t think I ever got your name, how inconsiderate of me.”
“Oh,” said the man, focusing his thoughts back to the present and not on lost chances. “Name’s Mike, veteran employee of Fortune Farms for darn near forty years; I've been working for them like my old man and his old man.”
“Oh my,” smiled Kasumi. “A family business, that’s admirable.”
Mike smiled; his stance now prideful. It wasn’t often you had such a response from such a pretty human woman.
“Where are the Milktits?” asked Kasumi.
“Oh, they’re getting milked right now,” said Mike, noticing the sad look on her face. “Oh, a Milktit fan, are you?”
Kasumi nodded happily. “When I get my license tomorrow, I want to get a Milktit.”
Ranma nodded. “We were wondering if we could purchase one from your company before you guys leave,” Ranma said nervously.
Mike nodded. “I see. Well, at least I know you’ve got taste, coming to see if you can get the best. And I have to admit ma’am, I know you definitely are a Milktit lover.”
“Oh yes,” said Kasumi. “In fact, everyone in our group just loved the Milktit milk and dairy products.”
“Well, Milktit milk is part of a healthy diet,” Mike said, his usual sales pitch finding its way into his small talk.
“YARN!” came a cry from a few aisles over, a voice that sounded very familiar.
“Clean-up on Aisle 3!” came a voice over the intercom. “Would the owner of a Cheetit please come to Aisle 3 as well.”
“That can’t be good,” muttered Ranma, face slightly flushed now with embarrassment rather than passion. “I’ll be back … maybe,” he said, as he made his way to find Aisle 3. “Here, you better hold this,” he said, handing Kasumi his PokéDex.
Kasumi just smiled as she watched her ‘boyfriend’ go off. Well, it made sense in a way, as they were together, intimately if she recalled correctly—and if she needed to, why she could check the DVD evidence in her bag for confirmation.
“Lucky guy,” sighed Mike, as he turned back to the human girl. “Now then, what were you looking to be spending on a Milktit?”
Kasumi paused a bit. It finally occurred to her that in her haste to learn everything about them, she had failed to learn one thing: the cost of getting a Milktit. Oh, she knew grooming needs, diet requirements, suggested exercises, but she never learned what it cost to buy one. “What are the going rates?” she asked, trying not to appear unprepared.
Mike sighed, it was obvious the woman wanted a Milktit, and to be quite frank he couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of such a hot woman. Sure, if he had only been thirty-forty years younger, he’d try and make a deal that ended with him getting into her panties. But alas, those parts didn’t quite work like they used to. “Tell you what,” he said, pulling out a piece of paper and writing on it. “I will sell you one for this if you can get your license before we head out in a few days.”
Kasumi took the paper, looking at the number, eyes slightly narrowed. That was a lot of Credits. And to be clearly honest, she didn’t know if they could afford that at the moment. I wish Nabiki was here, she’s better at this than me, she thought sadly. Flipping open Ranma’s PokéDex, Kasumi looked at it, trying to figure out how much they had to spend. Nabiki hadn’t mentioned what possible jobs they might have available in the future to replace what money they had now.
As she scrolled down, she noticed Ranma’s personal account was pretty full, apparently from good investments when the original Ranma had gone missing. It was still a good bit of change and could keep them in food for a while, or at least until they could get their plans together and get a job.
Next on the list were all the funds they had received when Gary Stroaks had been arrested. It was easily ten times greater than what Ranma had, and had notes that even more would be available after Ranma filled out some forms at a police station—apparently some money Gary was due to get after he reached a certain age all now went to Ranma, or at least would when he filled out the proper forms. Well, it would give them a reason to go see Officer Jolie again. She seemed like such a nice girl.
But then she noticed she had the option to scroll down again. Doing so, she saw they had also received the money from Gary’s two friends, and while nowhere near the amounts of what Ranma had, they were still plenty enough for her to do what she needed to. But did she have the right too? Wasn’t it being a bit selfish not to alert Ranma and Nabiki to the new cash she had discovered? After all, Nabiki’s projections had been for what they had off Gary and what was initially recorded on Ranma’s PokéDex.
Mike at this time saw her pensive face, and thought the girl was trying to decide if she really wanted the Milktit. Releasing a deep breath, he cursed himself for falling prey once again to a damned fine human woman in need. “Tell you what, I’ll knock off ten thousand SLCs off the price if you can get your license by tomorrow, even let you pick one out of my current stock.”
Screw family! “Really?” Kasumi asked, eyes large and shining.
Mike nodded. “Yeah, don’t see no harm in it, and you look like a pretty decent girl, even the Milktits agree, and everyone knows we don’t let someone buy one off us if the don’t like the person.
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” squealed Kasumi, hugging the elderly man and laying kiss after kiss on his cheek, leaving the old-timer speechless. Hell, the way her body was plastered against his, he was half-willing to cut the price in half and throw in a second Milktit; damn the effect a human woman had on him.
“No … no problem,” he finally got out. “Just bring the PokéDex with you tomorrow with your new license and we can do it from here.”
Kasumi pulled back, wiping a tear from her eye. “I—I’m just so happy right now,” she said.
“So am I,” muttered Mike. Hell, he could be attacked by a swarm of Buzzbreasts at that moment and he would die with a smile on his face.
“Well, I better go find my friends,” Kasumi said hastily, her face filling with determination. She would pass that test first thing in the morning; nothing would stop her from getting her heart’s desire.
“You do that,” said the still-shocked man.
As Kasumi bowed slightly—inadvertently giving the man a flash of her unencumbered cleavage, she skipped off to find Ranma and the other girls in the store. Who knew, maybe she could find out later today at the Pokécenter what was involved with raising KhangAssCunts.
Mike however continued to stare after her for several minutes, trying to get his heart rate under control, while trying to burn the image of the human girl’s lovely bra-free breasts into his mind. “Sometimes, I wonder why I don’t retire, and I will never ask that question again. Let whatever deities control my life let me live just one day longer, it’s all I ask.”
Shaking his head, he caught sight of a small case lying on the ground. “What’s this?” he asked, picking it up, and seeing two names on it: Kasumi Tendo and Ranma Saotome. “The human girl left this behind,” he murmured. Well, he could just return it to her tomorrow.
Opening it up, his curiosity getting the better of him, he noticed a DVD inside. Well, it never hurt to look, did it?
Needless to say, he would be praying a lot that night, both thanking the heavens for his good fortune, and praying he’d live to see tomorrow.
Ranma could only look on in shock at the sight before him in the aisle.
“A little help please,” asked Cassandra, somehow hogtied by no less than four different colors of yarn.
“Weeeeeeeee,” squealed Cyan, as she tossed another ball into the air, five colors either wrapped or draped around her form already.
Ranma just palmed his face, before casting a glance to the employee beside him. “Just add it to my bill.”
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