[Episode 211474] [Episode 211474]“Here we go,” Ranma said as he sat a table down close to Akane's bed. “All right Akane. This should make it easier for you to eat Kasumi’s cooking with the rest of us...” he told her. “You can relax back in bed and we’ll all be around you.” He grinned at the look she gave him. “What? I can think of some good ideas sometimes.”
“I’d prefer to sit in a wheel-chair...” Akane said seriously. She let off a small sigh. “But I appreciate what you're trying to do, Ranma.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the pigtailed martial artists didn’t know what to make of that calm reply. “Uh... you’re... welcome?” He offered clumsily. He wasn’t used to her giving him a straight answer and it caught him off-guard. Maybe she really was doing her best not to aggravate her wounds. That WOULD help her in the long run...
Nabiki stared at Ranma. “You know, we could have had Akane escorted to the dining area...” she said seriously. “They’d have nurses on staff there as well to offer any assistance should we need it.”
Ranma nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah I know that. But I think she’d prefer a quiet atmosphere to rest, you know?” Not to mention he was sure that there would be a LOT pokégirls there. He didn’t want to have to just drop Akane into such a situation until he was sure she’d adjust well. With the woman continuing to star at him Ranma shrugged his shoulders helplessly and added, “This way she won’t... you know, have to get into a wheelchair and maybe get sore getting in and out of bed as well?”
While she could feel what Ranma was really trying to get at, Nabiki shook her head. “You make a good point but I bet she’s tired of bed,” she looked over at her younger sisters. “Right, sis?”
“Yes but this is still nice,” Akane admitted, smiling somewhat.
Looking over the table and decided it would serve her purposes, the eldest Tendo walked towards the entrance to the room. “So I take it Asrial and the girls are going to be late?” Kasumi asked as she wheeled in a multi-levered cart with tray-covered plates.
Considering for a moment, the pigtailed martial artist nodded his head. “Must be. You wanna wait for them?” Ranma asked while carefully eyeing the cart.
“As much for politeness as I can be,” the middle Tendo daughter spoke up in her older sister’s place. “I’m hungry and Akane needs her energy, so let’s eat already!” Nabiki said nominating herself as the deciding factor.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ranma admitted, “Works for me.” He was hungry too!
Kneeling by the bottom tray of the cart, Kasumi brought up a covered-plate and set it down on Akane’s bed table. She smiled at her younger sister as she pulled off the cover with one hand, her other handing Akane a cloth napkin and utensils. “Enjoy!”
Looking over the bowl of stew her sister put together, the youngest Tendo shivered at the delightful aroma. “Mmm... wow, this smells good!” As Akane’s mouth watered, she grabbed her fork and stabbed a chunk of meat before bringing it to her mouth to take a bite. Oh man, her mouth just had an org-er... um... flavor explosion. Yes, that fit better...or did it? “Mmmmmm! Kasumi, I’m in heaven!” She praised at the wonderful meal she was eating.
Kasumi beamed with pride at the praise she was receiving. “I’m so happy you love it. I bet you were starved, huh Akane?”
The youngest Tendo nodded her head vigorously as she stabbed her fork into the stew and took another bite of the meal Kasumi had put together. Such an intense flavor! It made her taste-buds sing with delight! “Mmm! This is just so delicious, Kasumi!” Akane praised her older sister. She shoveled a few more mouthfuls before finally taking a moment to ask, “What’s in this?”
The woman simply beamed at the praise from her sister, just so pleased she was enjoying her meal. “Why Akane, it’s just some simple vegetables and potatoes mixed with that wonderful, miracle food, KhangAssCunt Egg...” Kasumi trailed off. Blinking her eyes, she said, “Oh, Akane... please do close your mouth. It’s not polite to have your jaw on the table.”
Closing her mouth, Akane gulped the chewed mouthful of food. She looked at Kasumi her eyes wide with incomprehension. “What did you say this stuff was?”
“KhangAssCunt Egg,” the eldest Tendo sister replied. “Of course, I prefer the alternate name: BangAssCunt. I mean, to please them you WOULD be banging their asses and cunts, wouldn’t you?” Kasumi pouted suddenly. “Akane, you may not be feeling well but manners still apply. No jaws on the table.”
Nabiki rolled her eyes as she ate her own bowl of stew. “Remember Akane, the names just come with the territory. It’s certified food and it’s damn good.”
Akane felt a tug of resistance but... the flavor was still in her mouth and it was richly prepared by her beloved older sister.
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“Inhibitions be damned!” Akane thought as she resumed eating, trying to banish the gut-reactions to the names. Her instincts were telling her it was wrong to name such good food such but it WAS good food and more importantly, she was hungry!
“Mmm... this is some good stuff!” Ranma says eating his own portion of the stew. His spoon was moving so fast from the bowl to his mouth that it blurred. Grinning widely, the pigtailed man turned to Kasumi. “Can I get some more?”
Nodding her head, the eldest Tendo was about to give a verbal answer when the door was opened. Trudging into the room was a very tired-looking blonde-haired skunk-girl, followed by a yellow mouse-girl and a black-furred catgirl. “Sorry we’re late,” the blonde skunk called out. “We thought we’d shower since we all worked up a sweat.”
Turning from Ranma to the entering woman, the matriarch of the Tendos smiled happily. “Oh Asrial! Girls! You made it!” Kasumi practically beamed with pride as she motioned to the large cart. “I have food.”
“HALLELUIAH!” Came the cry from the Salusian and the pair of pokégirls with her. They’d worked up an appetite and always enjoyed Kasumi’s culinary prowess.
Looking up at the arrivals, Akane couldn’t help but look at the one Kasumi called Asrial and remember what Nabiki had told her. Damn, she DID look like a humanoid skunk-girl; just like Nabiki said! And to think... she was an alien from THEIR world?
“Man, I’m starved!” Asrial said as she made her way to the table. She stopped as she realized that the youngest girl was staring at her. “Hi, I’m Asrial. You must be, Akane. Pleased to finally meet you.” She smiled as she held out a hand to Akane.
Looking at the skunk-like woman’s gloved hand for a moment and then turning to look up into her blue eyes, Akane managed to smile lightly. “I’m pleased to meet you too, Asrial.” She took the Salusian’s hand in Western greeting.
Shaking hands with the youngest of the Tendo daughters, the blonde skunk-girl leaned forward and told her, “Word of the wise; don’t turn your back on these girls unless you want something shoved up your ass.”
Needless to say, Akane’s eyes widened at hat comment. “WHAT!?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Alice huffed. “Aw, c’mon! You KNOW you liked it!” The Shadowcat complained, wondering why her Alpha had such a hang-up about having toys akin to male anatomy stuffed up there.
“Girls, easy on the innuendo...” Nabiki hissed, making a motion with her hands across her neck in the ‘knock it off’ gesture. While she knew Akane needed to learn more about the ways of this world, it was a little too much, too soon!
Leaning over in her seat, Kasumi once again chastised, “Akane, what did I say about jaws on the table?” Honestly, what was with Akane’s sudden shift in table manners? Just because this world revolved around sex and depravity of levels untold compared to where they came form, didn’t mean they had to stop being civilized beings around at mealtime.
After a moment, Akane recovered from her shock and gathered her jaw, mentally filing away what her sister and Asrial had told her. “R-right,” she stuttered. “Thuh-thanks for the advice.”
“No problem,” the Salusian replied as she started to take a seat at the table. “So, are you feeling any better?” Asrial asked before accepting a plate from Kasumi, whom was then handing them out to the pokégirls.
Considering the skunk-girl’s words for a moment, Akane replied, “I'm getting better and...” she paused for a moment as she considered all that was going on and would be expected of her. “Well, there’s just a lot to take in...”
“Tell me about it,” the Salusian of Imperial birth muttered. Asrial rolled her eyes as she thought of what the pokégirls had been putting her through lately. “Take your time though. Trust me when I say that you can’t rush into this. My head still feels liable to explode from overflow.”
“Don’t get me started,” Nabiki groaned as she considered all the information she’d been putting together. And that included analogues from possible entertainment sources not to mention their own home dimension!
Bringing the bowl to his lips and downing the last of his serving of stew, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer chewed vigorously before swallowing. Bringing his bowl down, he looked at Asrial. “So how’s the RV coming?” Ranma ask Asrial as Kasumi was already taking his bowl to give him another serving.
“Alpha Asrial is amazing, Master!” The Peekabu squeaked out in excitement. “She put the engine back together all by herself AND she got it running again!” The Electric-type pokégirl’s eyes were practically sparkling with awe. “I’ve never seen anyone put such a mess back together in so little time! She’s amazing! Between that and her being able to take a Hillsfar Heavy Penetrator, it’s no wonder you took her for your Alpha!”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma had to ask, “Heavy Penetrator?”
Raising a finger to her mouth, Asrial shushed at the mouse-type pokégirl vehemently. “He doesn’t need to know about that!!”
Her long, black-tipped yellow ears flattening along the sides of her head, the pokégirl apologized. “Sorry, Alpha Asrial. I didn't know...”
Taking a deep breath, Asrial sighed. “It’s okay, Kiiro. It’s just not something you go around talking about.”
Still blinking his eyes, Ranma asked, “Hillsfar?”
Eye twitching, Asrial told the pigtailed martial artist, “Don’t ask. Please, just don’t ask...”
Ranma blinked his eyes curiously. “What?”
Putting down her fork for a moment, the middle Tendo sister turned in her seat to look towards Ranma. “If she says don’t ask, don’t... at least while we eat.” Nabiki added as an afterthought. She wanted to eat and not think about sex or hear sexy lingo.
Nodding his head slowly, Ranma finally answered, “All right.” He then started digging into his second helping of stew.
Finally finishing her meal, Akane had to admit that for a weird and perverted name, it was really good! “Hey, Kasumi?” The youngest Tendo spoke up as she looked at her sister. “Can... can I have seconds?”
Kasumi nodded her head. “Of course, Akane-chan,” she replied in a very light tone of voice. Getting up from her seat and taking Akane’s plate and bowl she walked over to the cart and opened the pot on top, scooping out some more of the tasty stew she’d thrown together.
“Thanks Kasumi,” Akane told her as she gratefully accepted the plate. She then resumed eating, digging into her serving of stew.
Having watched the eldest Tendo sister get up to serve the youngest, the Salusian stared at the woman with a raised eyebrow. “So Kasumi... what’s with the new outfit?” Asrial asked curiously.
Turning to the Salusian of Imperial birth, the woman with chestnut brown hair gave Asrial a wide smile. “Oh, we got everyone some of these on a clearance sale!”
Blinking her eyes, the royal Salusian asked, “Everyone?”
Putting down his bowl, the pigtailed martial artist was the one to explain. “The grocery store manager told me they’re combat-grade suits for training or battle. The newer models were coming in so we got these at a steal.” Ranma then turned his attention back to his meal. Man, those KhangAssCunt eggs were tasty!
“Ooooh! That’s why they’re so familiar...” Kiiro mused. After all, her old position as Greasy Pete’s pokégirls hardly required battle so she never wore or even saw the combat suits often. However, that didn’t mean customers’ pokégirls didn’t wear them.
Nodding her head to Kiiro, the eldest of the Tendo sisters kept facing the Salusian. “And that also means you can wear one too, Asrial! We have one for you!” Kasumi practically gushed. She looked forward to seeing the princess dressed up in one of them.
“Thank GOD!” Asrial said seriously. “I finally have something to wear while I get this outfit taken care of,” she motioned to what she was wearing. “From everything that’s been going on, it’s starting to smell ripe!” It had gotten to the point were clean clothes were sounding like a rare luxury.
Raising her head, the Cheetit looked at Asrial curiously. “But I thought skunk-girls were supposed to smell ‘ripe’?” Cyan asked seriously. “Their musk is supposed to be one of the biggest marks of their sexuality.”
Her left eye twitching lightly, Asrial told her, “I stink of sweat and...” realizing she had the youngest Tendo in the room with them, she lamely finished with, “Sweat... just sweat. Lots and lots of sweat.”
“From sex,” Alice chimed in.
Turning to glare at the Shadowcat, Asrial wondered why the hell she couldn’t get any respect from this damned Cat-type? Oh, wait... that’s right. Because she foolishly let her take control of her so often the Cat-type thought she was a pushover. Damned hormones! Well, the Salusian knew she’d have to take care of that as soon as possible. She wouldn’t have the Shadowcat undermining her authority! She was Ranma's Alpha! She was the Leader of the Harem! She was his favorite fuck toy to slam his cock into!
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Dear lord, she did NOT just think that, did she?
“Asrial,” Kasumi spoke up in a slightly chiding tone of voice. “No slamming your head on the table.” Honestly, WHAT was with everyone’s table-manners lately?
“I see I’m not the only one frustrated with this world,” Nabiki mused, a small smile gracing her features. About time someone else had a headache.
Nodding her head, the youngest Tendo added, “Ditto.” Honestly, Akane felt it easier knowing there were others in the same boat as she was, so to speak.
Lifting her head off the table, Asrial sighed. “Anyway, the RV is running again. I left it there because the girls and I plan to take whatever we can from that Garage to upgrade it with.” She smirked. “Consider it a five fingered discount.”
“And it’s not like that asshole needs it,” Kiiro pointed out, pleased that what little of a Bond she had to her last owner was gone. Finally! She could freely curse him out and attack him if he tried anything to hurt her or those she cared about.
The youngest Tendo blinked her eyes curiously. “Five finger discount?”
“Akane, long story short, the garage where the RV is and where Kiiro came from was owned by a jackass,” Nabiki explained somewhat wincing. Damn it, now she was getting word sensitive. “He tried to rip us off and assaulted Asrial before Ranma turned the tables and got Officer Jolie to help."
“Assault?” The girl with short black hair asked. She then turned to look at the blonde skunk-girl. “Are you alright?” Akane asked Asrial fearfully. With the way things had been going, she wouldn’t put anything past anyone in this world!
“Could’ve been worse.” Asrial replied, wincing at the memories that came to her. Shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts, the Salusian took a deep breath. “I’m a tough girl and he’s going to pay in spades. That’s all I care for,” she said, shooting Ranma a smile while she reached out to rub Kiiro’s ears.
Smiling, Kiiro churred as she rubbed her head into the scritching hand.
Nodding his head, Ranma looked at his fiancée. “It’s too bad you were in the tank at the time, Akane. Taking that chump down would have been up your alley Akane. He needed a good Tendo smack-down!”
Rolling her eyes, Akane grumbled, “Oh, so now you compliment my skills!”
“Well, thrashing is your forte,” Ranma told her seriously.
Raising an eyebrow, Akane just stared at Ranma for a long moment. Finally, after the pause in conversation, she asked, “Was that an insult?”
“Children...” Nabiki spoke up sternly. She was going to nip this in the bud before it managed to degrade into a fight. The woman was not going to put up with this bullshit at the moment!
Ranma winced as he realized the road he was starting to go down; one all too easy for him to follow. Taking a deep breath and trying to clear his thoughts, the pigtailed martial artist tried to explain as best he could. “I’m just saying when it comes to righteous womanly rage; you got it in spades, Akane. You could’ve kicked his ass royally and I doubt the law would’ve said anything about it. He was apparently vandalizing my property, after all...”
“Not that Asrial IS property...” he quickly added. “I’m saying what they were doing to the RV and junk,” he tried to explain before Akane could go off.
Considering that for a moment, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts nodded her head in acceptance. “All right, I see what you mean.” She sighed. “Damn... I could’ve used the chance to vent.”
“Don't worry, Akane...” the middle Tendo daughter told her younger sister. “I’m sure there will be plenty of other opportunities.” She frowned. “I was looking over the passing rate of the Tamer’s tests. Apparently, if you can pass with a grade of better than 50%, they pass your sorry ass, give you a PokéDex, a starter pokégirl, five PokéBalls and a firm handshake.”
Nodding his head to that, the pigtailed martial artist was quick to point out, “And since Akane’s got better school marks than me she should be able to handle it no problem!”
Turning her head slightly towards the raven-haired Asian’s direction, Nabiki smirked at him. “Nice try buttering her up Ranma but this test will be about stuff she’s unfamiliar with. She’ll need all the tutoring she can get!”
“Dessert?” Kasumi asked suddenly, saving Ranma from sticking his foot in his mouth.
Needless to say, the pigtailed Tamer was thankful for the distraction. “What do we got?” Ranma asked excitedly. He was still hungry!
“Creampie, several variety!” The eldest Tendo sister chimed out happily.
Raising a hand to her face, Nabiki rubbed her eyes. Kami-sama, please... her sister meant JUST cream... right?
Right!?
“I like this Jizzibelle White-Lime Creampie. It’s so gooey and melts in your mouth!” Kasumi shouted cheerfully as she held up said pie, snuggled in its tin. Smiling at her younger sister, the eldest Tendo sibling asked, “Nabiki, why don’t you have a slice? You could use some more sweets in your diet.”
Staring at the pie, Nabiki asked, “Don’t you mean Jezebel or Jesse-belle?” She really hoped that one was a slip of Kasumi’s tongue.
Shaking her head, the matriarch of the Tendo girls replied, “No. The brand-name is Jizzibelle. It’s mmm-mmm good to the last creamy drop!”
Trying to get a better look at the pie, all Akane could say was, “That’s a whole lot of cream...”
“Oh, I agree that this is nice but I’ve seen larger deposits,” Kasumi told her.
At hearing Kasumi say that both Ranma and Asrial sputtered in shock, the commented having caught them off-guard.
Her tail swaying back and forth behind her, the Shadowcat looked at her master and Alpha with curiousness. “What’s with you two?” Alice asked.
“N-nothing,” Asrial said suddenly, her voice cracking for a moment. She raised her left hand, coughing into it to clear her throat as she tried to relax back into her seat.
With all the innuendo floating about, Nabiki sighed in annoyance. “Okay, Kasumi,” she finally spoke up. “Please give me a slice...”
Nodding her head, Kasumi set the pie back on the cart. Picking up a knife, she slowly cut a slice, putting it onto an empty plate. Picking it up, she brought it over to and handed it to Nabiki. “Tell me what you think.”
Using her fork to cut off a small piece, Nabiki brought the portion of creamy confectionary up to her mouth and chewed it for a moment before swallowing. Licking her lips slightly, the most mercenary of the Tendo daughters had to admit, “Mmm... this is good.” She then used her for to take another, larger bite from her pie.
Watching Nabiki eat the pie, Ranma couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed. The way the cream ran down her chin looked like...
“Oh Kasumi, you are slick...” Asrial muttered lowly to herself.
Seeing as how Nabiki was enjoying the creampie, the youngest Tendo turned to look at her other sister that was still standing. “Kasumi? Can I have some too? Please?
Smiling widely, the happy homemaker replied, “Why of course you can, Akane!” She happily cut her sister a slice of the pie and handed it over to her.
Gulping nervously, Ranma fidgeted in his seat. This was just great! Now BOTH middle and youngest Tendo sisters were eating pie that, when dripping on their faces, looked too much like-
“They weren’t kidding when they said it has such creamy goodness!” Kasumi replied happily. She’d need to remember to buy this brand again. Turning to the lone male at the table, she asked, “Would you like some, Ranma?”
Eyes going wide, the pigtailed martial artist shook his head from side-to-side. “N-no thanks!” Chuckling nervously at the looks he was getting, her quietly asked, “What else do we have?”
“Hmm...” Kasumi considered that for a moment. “Well, we do have something called Tangy Twat Tarts.” She smiled. “That name was just too cute to pass up!”
Nabiki rolled her eyes. Kasumi thought THAT was cute? Shaking her head, the middle Tendo continued to eat, not realizing the excess cream the dribbled down her chin made it look like she’d just given head to someone with a rather heavy load.
A sweat-drop traveling down the side of his head, Ranma had to ask, “Tangy Twat Tarts?” Oh this was just bad.
However, the Electric-type pokégirl was practically bouncing in her seat. “Oh, oh! I like those!” Kiiro shouted in excitement. Turning to Kasumi, she bedded the woman, “Can I please have some? I haven’t had any in a long while. Pllleeeeease?” Her black eyes were practically sparkling with hope.
“Oh, of course Kiiro-chan!” Kasumi replied as she reached for the middle shelf to get the box of treats she had there.
Watching as the nice woman went to retrieve the tasty treats, Kiiro smiled widely. “Oh goodie! Thank you!” She clapped her hands together in excitement. “They’re such tasty pokégirl treats!”
Pausing for a moment, the eldest Tendo sister blinked her eyes. “Pokégirl treats?”
Kiiro nodded her head firmly. “It says so on the box.”
Turning the box around and getting a good look at it, Kasumi chuckled nervously. “So it is...” oh dear, and she’d eaten one already on the way home. She really hoped that didn’t do anything to her.
“But they’re so good, like most pokégirl foods, they’re made cross-edible with humans and pokégirls.” Alice added seriously. “Twat Tarts are among the top types.” The thousand gods knew that whenever Gary got a couple of boxes he and his buddies would hog the damn things! They wouldn’t leave them even one tiny crumb!
Relaxing, the eldest of the Tendo sisters smiled. “Oh that’s good. Then I don’t feel at unease for the one I ate.” Kasumi said with a giggle.
The Shadowcat grinned as widely as her pre-evolution of Cheshire could. “Not at all. Eat twat until you can’t no more!” Alice said with her wide grin still plastering her face.
Nodding her head firmly, Kasumi happily agreed with the Dark/Psychic-type pokégirl.
Lowering her fork, the youngest Tendo just stared at her eldest sister and the dark-furred cat-girl. “That sounded... wrong...” Akane said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. Getting a look at the treats, she mumbled, “Oh what the hell. Let me try one.”
Smiling at seeing her youngest sister get into the spirit of things, Kasumi handed Akane a tart. “Go on. Try to bite right into the center!”
Looking over the peach-shaped treat for a moment, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts lifted it up to her face, smelling it. Odd; like sugary... fish? Bracing herself, Akane opened her mouth and took a bite. Eyes going wide, Akane held it away from her to just stare at the treat. Swallowing, she couldn’t help but shout, “Wow! This is good!”
Nodding her head to that, the middle Tendo took a moment to swallow her mouthful of creampie. “The food here continues to surprise. It’s weirdly named but damned good,” Nabiki allowed. As long as she acted like this was normal, she might be able to act as a catalyst to keep Akane calm.
Watching as the other girls were digging into their desserts, the Salusian noticed her pigtailed friend sitting stock-still. “Ranma? You’re pretty quiet.” Asrial mumbled as she poked him to elicit some sort of reaction.
Leaning over towards Asrial, Ranma whispered, “I’m trying NOT to get aroused.” He motioned to Kasumi as an example, the woman having started on her own piece of creampie.
Watching the excess cream dripping from the corners of her mouth, Asrial had to admit, “I feel for you...”
Lowering his head, Ranma sighed. He couldn’t allow himself to get aroused. NOT in front of Akane!
Swallowing her mouthful, the eldest Tendo then told the others. “Oh! I almosy forgot! I also picked up some delightful donuts!” Kasumi reached over to the cart while still sitting and grabbed onto the edge of a plate. Bringing it to the table, the plate was covered with what in her world would have been éclairs. However, these ones were rather phallic in their shape. Bringing one to her own mouth, she bit into it, causing a thick white spurt of cream to splatter out and land across her chest. “Oh my... but it sure gets all over you.”
Eyes going wide and his pupils dilating to the size of pin-pricks, Ranma’s brain almost exploded.
Sighing at the pigtailed teen’s reaction, the middle Tendo sister shook her head. “Ranma, go to the vending machine down the hall and get me a soda please.” Nabiki asked.
Blinking his eyes once, twice, it took the puddle of melted goo in Ranma’s skull to process the request asked of him. “Huh?”
“Soda... now.” Nabiki said while nodding her head to him.
Ranma nodded his head in reply, wondering why she wanted a soda of all times? Then he noticed she was STILL nodding. “Oh! Right! Soda!” He quickly got up from his seat and bailed out the door at high speeds.
“That was fast,” the youngest Tendo said as she watched the door swinging back and forth on its hinge. “Damn. I didn’t get to tell him I wanted one.” Akane said with a pout.
“It’s probably best you stick to water, milk and OJ.” Nabiki told her younger sister. She then waved her hand to stem off any complaint and added, “At least until the staff here clears you.”
Nodding her head, Kasumi chimed in, “She’s right, Akane. I had to let the nurse ‘OK’ the foods before I could let you have them.”
Akane frowned lightly at hearing that. Damned spider really did a number on her.
Out in the hallway, Ranma sighed in relief, grateful that Nabiki gave him an excuse to run like hell before his semi-hard on rose to full-mast, so to speak. “Too close...” he mumbled as she ventured off towards the end of the hallway. Stopping in front of the vending machine, he eyed the selections. He had to blink his eyes in surprise as the names of the choices really hammered into his skull. Icefall Springs Bottled Water, Dullburro Coffee, Jizzy-Fizzy Soda, Lemon-Aide and Fortune Farms Bottled Milk.
“Jizzy-Fizzy?” The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer asked no one in particular...
...except he got an answer. “Oh, it’s pretty good,” a passing NurseJoy told him. “It has a real good caffeine rush.” She grinned a bit as the male gawked at her. “The thousand gods know it’s helped me get through a few late-night shifts; it works better than the coffee.”
Slowly nodding his head to that response, Ranma asked, “All right... how’s it taste?”
“Fizzy and sweet... yet not too sweet,” the NurseJoy tried to explain. Oh yes, it could be VERY fizzy.
“Okay, I’ll get it.” Ranma said as he took some coins out of his pocket. Putting enough coins in to get six bottles, he sighed. He just hoped Akane didn’t freak out from this name. True, she handled herself with the desserts but it had been Kasumi that had introduced him. He would be the one coming back with these.
As he gathered the sodas he sighed as he felt relief. His pants were no longer tenting. He slowly walked back towards the room sodas in hand... and prayed the rest of lunch would go well.
Sasuke ran quickly across the grounds of the Kuno Estate. Opening the paper doors in the back of the main mansion and closing them behind him, the fleet-footed retainer to the Stone Town Kuno family hurriedly made his way to the room of, “Mistress Kodachi Kuno!”
Turning from the washizaki she was polishing, the Black Cherry of Stone Town locked the weapon back into its saya and looked over her shoulder at the ninja, annoyance clear on her face and lacing her voice. “I’m a little busy right now, Sasuke...”
“Mistress Kodachi,” the small man of mouse-type descent spoke up. “Your package from Professor Stroak arrived!” He held up the PokéBall in his hand. “He had the Phallus Town PokéCenter wire her over to Stone Town’s PokéCenter. I picked her up when I was getting more P-Meds for the pokégirls we have working the mines.”
The eyes of the Black Cherry lit with excitement. “Did you now? That is wonderful news!” Setting aside her sword back onto the stand with its sister katana atop, she marched over to the ninja. “Let me see.”
Holding out the red and white sphere to the woman, the rat-faced retainer offered it to her. “Here, Mistress Kuno. The Arachnae you ordered.”
Practically snatching the PokéBall from Sasuka’s grasp, the woman eyed the red and white sphere curiously. “Yes... now then, I ought to let her out so she knows who’s the boss.”
Blinking his eyes, the short and mousey man fearfully asked, “So soon? Is it wise, given the circumstances it was caught under?”
Kodachi just smiled. “My dear Sasuke, she was Level 5 Taming Cycled THREE times. She’ll be close to catatonia...” her eyes gleamed. “She shouldn’t be a challenge for one such as the Black Cherry of Stone Town! OH HOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOO!”
Bringing his hands up and over his ears, the son of a ninjanezumi shuddered. He had sensitive hearing after all, and her laugh always grated on his ear-drums.
Calming down from her bout of laughter, the woman grinned maliciously. “Well now, let’s begin!” Grinning widely, the woman wound up to pitch. “Arachnae! I SCREW YOU!” Kodachi threw the PokéBall. There sphere hit the wall and fell to the floor, triggering the release mechanism. The ball opened and pokégirl appeared in a collocating swirl of red light; the digital information of the Arachanae as it turned back into the physical representation of the pokégirl that had been contained within.
Stepping back from the physically intimidating arachnid pokégirl, the ninja retainer hoped this wouldn’t bite them in the ass. When shit went down, he often got it first!
Released from her PokéBall, tall taur-like Arachnid pokégirl turned about in place on her four arachnid legs as she tried to re-orient herself. It’s black carapace laced with red shimmering in the artificial lighting, the Bug/Poison-type got a good look at the small yet luxuriously decorated room. “Arach?” It asked curiously as her red compound eyes turned on Kodachi.
Genuinely smiling at the much taller and multi-limbed pokégirl, Kodachi approached her without a hint of fear. “Do not be distressed, sweet one.” She cooed gently as she slowly held out a hand. “I am Kodachi... your master but also your friend... do not be afraid.”
The taur-like arachnid pokégirl cocked her head back and forth and walks up to the woman with a ponytail on the side of her head. She circled around the human woman, looking at the girl with a critical eye.
“Go on,” the Black Cherry of Stone Town told her. “Touch, smell, feel, lick all you need... get to know me,” Kodachi told the pokégirl encouragingly. “I am no threat or foe.”
The large tauric arachnid leaned her head forward, smelling Kodachi hair first and then bringing her bottom left arm around to lift the human woman’s left hand. She opened her mouth and licked at it, getting a taste of the woman’s flesh.
Shivering in delight at the creature’s tongue, Kodachi cooed, “That’s it. Go on, go on...”
Slowly the pokégirl’s probing became more curious. She nuzzled about Kodachi, smelling and licking more, impressed that this woman did not move or do nothing but leave herself open... and there was no fear no hostility.
Not a threat.
“Arachnae...” the Bug/Poison-type rasped out as he released the woman.
Turning to face her new pet, Kodachi raised a hand to stroke the pokégirl’s currently human-like face. “Poor thing... we’ll help you regain your vocals.” The Black Cherry told the Arachnae almost lovingly. She then turned to look at the short and pathetic male. “Sasuke!”
Standing at attention, the retainer to the Stone Town Kunos replied, “Yes, Mistress Kodachi?”
“See about getting me a Speech T2 as soon as possible. I want my darling Arachne to be able to communicate with me on a level more befitting a creature as beautiful and deadly as her.”
A sweat-drop trickled down the side of Sasuke’s head. Beautiful? That thing!? “Whatever you say, Mistress Kodachi! It shall be done!”
“Good,” Kodachi walked over to her dresser. Picking up her purse, she pulled some SLC notes from her money clip and handed it to him. “Also, I want you to stop by the tailor and have him fix up something to dress her with. If he needs measurements you can tell him we’ll be by later this week.”
Pocketing the money given to him, the rat-faced ninja brought his hands to his side quickly. “Yes Mistress Kodachi.” Sasuke bows and jumped away and out of the room to perform his errand. One Speech T2 coming up!
Watching the small male leave her chambers, Kodachi slowly turned, returning her attention to the Arachnae. Bringing both her hands up, she cupped the larger pokégirl’s face. “Such a sweet creature... are you hungry?”
Somewhat understanding what the small human female was telling her, the Bug/Poison-type pokégirl responded, “Arachnae!”
“Come! I’ll give you all you need...” she grinned as she lead the large and dangerous pokégirl out of her room. “I feel we’ll be getting along just nicely and you can meet your new sisters too when we head to the ‘arena’ later.”
Walking down the steps with a light foot, Kodachi smiled as her new pokégirl obediently followed behind her. Ah yes, she was proud of her new Arachnae. Such a powerful and fearsome creature, it was the most perfect Bug/Poison-type pokégirl, seconded only to the deliciously destructive Widow. Oh if only she could own a Widow... sadly those pokégirls had no cognitive reasoning and were just engines of destruction... still, an Arachnae was a wonderful runner-up.
As she entered the kitchen she claps her hands. “Ladies a small feast for myself and ready the dish I was saving for my lovely companion.” Her smile was most... unnerving. “Afterwards take some time off.”
“Yes Mistress!” The small cadre of Iron Chefs bow and started to run around the kitchen, working on food while two of their numbers left the room completely.
Kodachi turned to her new pet, bringing a hand to rub a black-skinned breast. “Don’t worry my sweet pet. We’ll get you fed...”
“Arach?” The tauric Bug/Poison-type asked as she bounced a little both legs, causing other assets to gainax.
Licking her lips, Kodachi mumbled, “Mmm... good. I love it when a pokégirl’s excited.” The Black Cherry smirked, her hand still rubbing. She was further delighted when the pokégirl grabbed her wrist and brought her other hand on the arachnid’s other breast. “Mmm... like that?”
Nodding her head, the pokégirl replied, "Arach, Arachnae!”
“I promise to do more later...” her eyes widened as the pair of double doors to the kitchen opened. “Ah, look... your meal has arrived.” The Black Cherry told her pet as two Iron Chefs came into the room with a trolley cart, a blonde and buxom Bunnygirl on top of a tray and surrounded by lettuce. She was struggling with the rope used to tie her, crying out around the large apple used to gag her mouth.
The Bug/Poison-type eyed the bound pokégirl and licked her lips. Oh yes, this woman who she let lead her around was good to her... very good.
The woman’s eyes narrowing, Kodachi told her, “Go ahead and eat, beautiful. She’s all for you...”
“ARACHNAE!” The spider-like pokégirl shouted excitedly a she bounced up on both sets of spider legs. Her two large red compound eyes stared hungrily at the bound pokégirl that futilely struggled as she came towards it.
“Summon some maids, we’ll need mops.” Kodachi said casually as she took a couple of steps back. She knew from experience with some of her other pets that this could get messy.
Nodding her head, one of the Iron Chefs that brought her in replied, “Yes, Mistress Kodachi.” Oh she felt bad for those poor MaidYvettes. Those girls always got stuck with some of the worst work!
Holding onto the wide-eyed Bunnygirl with all four arms, the Arachnae opened her mouth wide. The spinnerets mounted at the back of her mouth came foeward, causing her otherwise human face to transform into something more spider-like as they became mandibles. She just held the pokégirl for a moment, smelling the pheromones of her fear. Yes, fear made the blood so much tastier!
Watching carefully, Kodachi stayed quiet and gave the pokégirl a wide berth of space. She wanted to see this act but also knew better than to stay too close during the actual act of feeding.
And then the arachnid pokégirl struck! Clamping her sharp teeth down around the right side of the Bunnygirl’s neck, the sudden burst of arterial spray still managed to catch the base of Kodachi's dress.
Tears streaming from her eyes, the Bunnygirl tried to scream as the other pokégirl was literally sucking the lifeblood out of her, red ichor cascading down the front of her twitching furry body.
Kodachi was un-phased by what happened to her dress. In fact she felt a little hot. “Mmm... my, my... this is so much better than those downloaded videos I order.” She licked her lips; with the exception of the real thing, nothing was better than pokégirl snuff films. Oh she loved seeing those Bunnygirls and Bimbos get what was coming to them. They were only good for two things: sex and death. “And I guess she was a really juicy one...” she commented as her new pokégirl continued to feed.
As two MaidYvettes came in with mops and started to work, even as the large spider-type continued to feast, pulling off portions of muscle and flesh amongst spurts of crimson, the Black Cherry couldn’t help but feel pride. She so loved pokégirls that could tear into others with little compulsion. It was why she loved her Feraligarter, her dear Midorigame. Yes, she still had the RoseBreasts she started out with, but it was that loving and destructive Water-type that helped Kodachi discover her own blood lust... and a literal Blood Lust. Since then, she’d added a Sharptits and Vampire to her collection of pets, two pokégirls that so loved blood... and now she had a deadly Arachnae.
Oh yes, if she ever found Ranma Saotome again, he was in for quite the surprise...
Once her hunger was sated the Arachnae dropped the now dead pokégirl, inhaling air sharply as to ease her aroused senses. Oh that was sooo filling!
Catching sight of the blonde Bunnygirl’s blue eyes starting to glaze over, Kodachi recognized the sight of death all too easily. Taking a step closer as the corpse, the black-haired woman asked, “I guess you won’t be making a mess of my room anymore, will you Bunny-chan?”
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