[Episode 211566] [Episode 211566]In the shopping district of Pewtit City, there was one store that stocked up on EVERYTHING a Tamer could want, a PokéMart likes no other. Know to all as the retail chain of ‘AsS-Mart’ it was based on the principles of buy bulk for low prices. However, the Pewtit branch of AaS-Mart was pretty empty most of the time. It was true that AsS-Mart had the best prices and best variety of ANY store but no one was willing to take a look into this specialty store; even with the enticement of the vast quantities and varieties of product for low-LOW prices...
It was because of the store’s owner that people would stay away. Calling him ‘eccentric’ would be calling the Bloody Flu a ‘mild cold’!
Yes, this man was a Tamer himself once. One Ash J. Williams, (only his Bimbo Linda had been allowed to call him ‘Ashley’). He had had more trouble with Infernal pokégirls over the years and it didn’t take a genius, (ie Ash) long to figure out that being a Tamer was some DANGEROUS stuff. It was because of his previous bad experiences he designed and stocked this AsS-Mart as he had. Remembering everything that went wrong and what could have helped, Ash fully stocked this building with everything and ANYTHING a Tamer could need.
“I just wish these ungrateful bastards would listen to my advice!” The retail clerk in his mid-thirties grumbled. He had made his store of the AsS-Mart chain the very best! There was no PokéMart around like the Pewtit AsS-Mart!! Why the hell wouldn’t people listen to him!? Sure he was a bad slow thinker but he was a good fast thinker! He knew the ins and outs and dealing with pokégirls, (Dark and Ghost-types of the Infernal persuasion especially) and he knew he could save lives if they’d only come in and buy his crap!
Problem was, while he was a nice guy he was also a bit of an egotistic asshole...
Who always carried a boomstick.
Ah well... he still got enough business through travelers and Tamers who didn’t live in the city who were happy for low prices and good merchandise to keep the store afloat. But he didn’t get the revenue he really wanted because the damn town was full of sissies! Pokégirls were as much of a threat as they were fuckable!
Thankfully for him, ‘eccentric’ clerks meant nothing to one who saw good merchandise for low prices as king.
*Ding-a-ling*!
Walking past the automatic doors, a certain pigtailed martial artist looked back and forth. He turned around to look back at his female companions, (human and pokégirls) as they entered. “So this is the place?”
“Yes it is Ranma, though as usual the name makes me think I’m entering a fetish shop.” Nabiki sighed. Damn pokégirl-oriented mind-fuck that this world was. Shaking her head to clear it of her uneasiness, she told him, “Nothing to do about that though...” she looked into the very large building, seeing rows and rows of tall aisles that looked filled with merchandise. “Hello!” She called out. “Anyone here?”
Before she could ask a second time a man leapt over the counter and rushed over to her. “WELCOME TO ASS-MART!!” The tall, suave clock-puncher with metallic prosthetic hand and scar on his face chimed out in a melodic tone.
“Gah!!” The raven-haired Asian yelped out at the surprise. Blinking his eyes, he stared at Ash for a moment. “Um...okay, thanks?” Ranma offered as he took a step back to stand by Nabiki.
Clasping his hands together, Ash was grinning widely. “Man I was hoping some people would come in today!” He told them before standing straight. “Name’s Ash Williams! What can I and my AaS-Mart wares do for you?”
Looking the retail clerk over, Nabiki blinked her eyes once, twice. Finally, she told him, “Well, first off I’d like to pick up some clothing. There are a few women in our troupe and we’ll need to get them all squirreled away.” She looked over to the Elf that was hiding behind Ranma. “Cassandra! You do know the sizes of the harem, right?”
Looking out from behind her master, the normally quiet elf softly nodded her head. “Yes, Mistress Nabiki.”
Hearing that, the AaS-Mart clerk cocked his head to look at Nabiki. Looking up and down her frame for a moment, he gasped, “I’ll be fucking dipped... you’re human!”
Nabiki stared at the man for a long moment. “I’d say, ‘no duh’ but I guess human women who never go through Threshold are rare for you, huh?” The middle Tendo inquired as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Rare as golden shit lady,” Ash answered, ever the charming sort. “You better be mindful. When word gets out, lots of guys will start asking for fuck-dates ‘cause a non-threshold gal means extra chances for kids who won’t turn into pokégirls.”
Nabiki blinked her eyes at that. “Fuck-dates...?”
The AsS-Mart employee nodded his head. “Yeah, you know, the usual! Dinner, movie or whatever and then fucking,” Ash stated nonchalantly, as if it were the norm. And frankly, it pretty much was.
Raising an eyebrow, the Ranma spoke up and asked the AaS-Mart representative, “What about non-fucking dates?”
Turning his head to look at Ranma, Ash laughed heartily. “Bwahahahaahahaaaa!” He gasped for breath. “Oh, good one, pal! That’s kiddy stuff!” Raising his metallic hand and coughing into it to clear his throat and get his laughter under control, (he saw the look of annoyance growing on the woman’s face) the AsS-Mart employee straightened up. “Anyway, what are you looking for specifically in clothing?”
“Well,” Cyan spoke up, smiling widely. She was the resident shopper of the group after all. “There are certain furred pokégirls that need some attention fashion-wise and I hope you’d be willing to offer us the assistance we need.” She stood up straight, purposely thrusting her chest out towards the retail clerk's direction as to get his attention.
His eyes fixated on her chest for a moment before the retail clerk finally forced himself to look up at her beautiful face. “Doll, I pride myself on a wide stock of everything.” He stood back a little and waved his arm out, motioning to the store. “Come, come! I’ll show you the stuff plus we got an on-site Seamstress for adjustments.” He continued to wave, motioning for everyone to follow him as he started to walk into the store.
Once they reached the clothing section, he turned to the potential customers and spread his arms in a wide gesture to everything. “From battle suits to casual-wear, I got it all!” Lowering his arms, he admitted, “Only thing I don’t carry are those super mecha armored-suits, those you have to buy from their manufacturers directly.”
“Mecha... suits?” Nabiki asked as she slowly raised an eyebrow.
Nodding his head firmly, the AsS-Mart employee grinned. “Yeah, they’re enviro-suits for hostile areas. Some places also allow arena matches with customized suits worn by pokégirls too! It’s less bloody than some matches but all the techno-geeks scream in woe as metal flies.” Ash explained as he began to chuckle. “Oh, those technophiles...”
Ranma nodded his head slowly at Ash’s explanation. “That might be something to look into for Asrial...” he said seriously. He knew she wasn’t a pokégiril and she needed something to put her on par with them since she was going to be viewed and treated as one by the people of this world.
“If you’re interested, I got cards for all the major mech corporations; you know like Jahana Corp. and Mishima Heavy Industries... but I gotta warn you, they charge a lot,” Ash offered. Any way to get business...
Nodding her head in agreement, Nabiki realized what their clerk had told them was something else for her to look into. “That would be appreciated. So, Mister...” she looked at his name-tag. “Williams. What would you suggest is functional yet... exotic?”
Eyes lighting up in amusement, Ask told her, “Ahh, good question! Well, I admit that I don’t have the latest battle spandex suits in yet but I got the last models.”
“So do we,” the middle Tendo sibling told him, her attitude all business. “What else?”
Clasping his hands together and bringing them up to his chin, Ash thought for a moment. “Ah... well, I have a line of these puppies.” Dropping his hands, the retail clerk walked over to a rack showing off what looked like sexy cosplay outfits. “Don’t let the cuteness fool you: they’re combat grade. Functional but also appeasing to the eye and great for role-play Taming!”
Nabiki looked them over with a raised eyebrow. Turning back to the retail clerk, she asked, “Sailor Suits?”
“Those are the current ‘popular’ ones, my dear,” Ash stated seriously. “We can also customize them in case you want to add your own touch!” He motioned to the back by thumbing over his shoulder. “Having an on-site Seamstress pokégirl does have its advantages...”
That made the Cheetit’s eyes light up. “Ah, so it’s a Seamstress pokégirl and not just a woman working as a seamstress...” she grinned widely. Those pokégirls could be so useful! She looked forward to getting some pieces fitted perfectly to her!
Nodding her head, Nabiki continued to eye the racks. “...I rather like the leather get up... not the BONDAGE ONE! THAT ONE!” She shouted at the pigtailed man and points to the piece in question when Ranma eyed her weirdly.
Stunned for a moment at her outburst, Ranma quickly turned his head towards what she meant. He had to admit it looked like... a woman's business suit. Only this one was fully leather, with the skirt being more like a typical mini-skirt to allow full leg movement and no doubt to allow a full panty flash, if said girl wore any. Also the jacket had short sleeves and it all looked easy to remove but stable enough that it wouldn’t come off flimsily. “Nabiki Tendo the sexy boss... I can dig it.”
Nabiki twitched at hearing that, even if she liked the ring. “Sexy boss?” She asked him with annoyance to her voice. She had to keep up some appearances after all.
Chuckling nervously as the glare she was giving him made him feel he should put his guard up, the pigtailed martial artist tried to explain, “Well, you are the boss. You’re the one that’s doing their best to keep everyone together...” he answered lamely. Sweat trickling down the side of his head, he tried to explain, “You’re the one in charge!”
Biting his lower lip, the AaS-Mart employee was doing his best not to laugh. Making fun of customers often lost them. Still, he couldn’t help but nudge Ranma with his elbow and teased, “So you’re pussy-whipped, huh?”
His shoulders falling down in a slump, the pigtailed martial artist numbly nodded his head. “I am... oh hell yeah.”
To that response the raven-haired martial artist gave, Nabiki smirked with pride, glad the tables were turned and... well, the compliment was nice. She raised her hand and pat Ranma on the head. “That’s a good Tamer...” she said in a teasing way before turning her head to face the Elf, the ever quiet and useful Plant/Magic-type pokégirl. “Now then Cassandra, you know everyone’s tastes. What do you think whom would want?”
Cassandra only needed to considered such a request for a few seconds. “Well, Cyan here has many tastes but for her it’s got to be tight and revealing.”
Nodding her head firmly, the Cheetit replied, “Damn straight!”
“As for Alice,” the Elf continued, “She enjoys wearing dark clothing. She likes dark blues and purples a lot but she has a preference for black. It blends in with her fur and lets her blend stealthily in with dark areas, especially at night.” She shook her head. “I swear, that girl is going to get herself into trouble one day.”
“We’ll do out best to keep the girl out of trouble,” Ranma told his Elf. “What do you think about Kiiro-chan?”
Blushing lightly as she thought about the rambunctious Peekabu, Cassandra replied, “Actually I think she wants to go naked. But if you want to give her some clothes that allow freedom and functionality, I think that maybe a pair of overalls and gloves wouldn’t hurt. Probably khaki ones rather than denim.”
“The overalls,” Nabiki said. “She may like going around naked but I think it would be best for everyone involved if she had something.” Left unsaid that it would be especially good for Akane. Her arms crossed over her chest as she turned to the Elf, she asked the sylvan pokégirl, “And how about Asrial? And what about yourself?”
Blinking at the woman, the Elf raised her head suddenly. “Muh-myself?” Cassandra asked, genuinely surprised. “Well... I kinda like what I have. Something that actually offers decency and if I get a color choice... I like earth tones; browns and greens...”
Nodding his head, Ranma admitted that would suit her well. “What about Asrial-chan? What could we get her?” He didn’t notice Nabiki looking at him with a raised eyebrow when he’d used the suffix of ‘chan’.
“As for Alpha Asrial...” the blonde-haired Elf went silent as she considered this. Slowly, the pointy-eared pokégirl suggested, “I think anything with decency would be appreciated by her. No offense master, but she does seem like a prude. At best you might be able to get her to wear a tank-top with other camouflage fatigues and army gear. She reminds me of a professional soldier...”
Ranma blinked his eyes at hearing that. “You know, that does kinda make sense. I get a similar vibe from her. She seems to have some kind of military upbringing...”
Hearing that, Nabiki turned from the sylvan pokégirl and looked at Ash. “Williams! Do you think you can help us out with that?”
Nodding his head, the sales clerk beat on his chest with his metallic fist. “Of course! Trust me, Miss! We’ve got the various styles you need for your girls! All I need is some sizes and I’ll get to it!”
“All right then,” Nabiki said at the response she got. She then turned her head to the right to look back towards the pokégirl she’d been facing fully prior. “Cassandra!”
Standing at attention from the forcefulness behind the voice, the Elf quickly responded, “Yes, Mistress Nabiki?”
With the Plant/Magic-type pokégirl’s attention on her, the human woman told her, “Please go with Mr. Williams here and help him find some clothing for the group in the proper sizes.” Nabiki then turned her head to the left to look at the Cheetit. “Cyan!”
Blinking her eyes at having her named called, the Normal/Fighting-type feline pokégirl asked, “Yeah?”
“Go along with them,” she raised her right arm to motion towards the AaS-Mart employee and the Elf. “You have better fashion sense than Cassandra does. And while you do that, Ranma and I shall be looking for other supplies we’ll need for our trip.”
The Cheetit nodded her head quickly. “Yes ma’am!” Cyan replied, giving the woman a sloppy salute. “I’ll make sure the clothes are functional and hot to trot!” She said with a bit of pride.
The woman raised an eyebrow, surprised by the cheetah-like woman’s enthusiasm. “Yes... you do that,” the middle Tendo sibling replied slowly. “As I said, we’ll be looking for other supplies in the other side of the store.” As she was about to turn and get walking, she stopped suddenly. “Oh, and Mr. Williams?”
Smiling, Ash replied, “Yes, ma’am?”
Looking over her shoulder, there was a dangerous glint to the Asian woman’s eye. “Can I trust you to not molest our girls, even if we’ll just be on the other side of the store? We’ve had a bad run in already with shady dealers...” she turned to face him fully, hands on her hips. “Do we have your word?”
Grinning, Ash confidently told the human woman, “You have my word as a man and as the proprietor of the Pewtit Branch of AsS-Mart!” He nodded his head at her. “I got my own hottie at home and I don’t touch other people’s pokégirls without permission.”
“Good,” the Tendo girl said in a firm, no-nonsense voice. “Otherwise I’m sure you’d be needing a metal something ELSE if you do.” Nabiki smiled very evilly at him.
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the color left Ash's face for a moment. “Er... yes ma’am!” He held up his hands defensively. “No need to get your panties in a bunch! I won’t even try molesting your pokégirls. I mean, besides, it would be two of them against one of me! I’m only human!”
“Good man, good man...” Nabiki said with a smile before turning around once more and walking away. Without even stopping, she called back, “Come on, Ranma! We don’t have all day!”
When he was sure the woman was out of ear-shot, the fighter of Infernal pokégirls whispered to the Asian male, “Dude! She’s one tough chick!”
“Tell me about it...” Ranma muttered in agreement. Taking a deep breath, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts slowly exhaled before going off to follow Nabiki. As soon as he caught up to her, he asked, “Did ya have to do that?”
The business-minded woman turned to look at Ranma with a cold gaze. “I don’t want a repeat of Pete... do you?” Nabiki practically glared frosty daggers at him.
Yelping at the look she gave him, Ranma jumped back from the force of the glare. “Hell no!” He yelped out, the sound echoing a little throughout the store.
Nodding her head firmly, the Tendo woman told him, “Good! Just remember, even friendly faces might have warped thinking so it’s best to lay down our rules.” She took a deep breath and straightened up. “Remember, pokégirls are barely above being mere slaves and hardly by much.”
Slowly, Ranma nodded his head. “Yeah... I know...”
Staring at the martial artist, Nabiki told him, “Some tamers I’ve read about just don’t care and let anyone mess with their girls for money or discounts. Some are just so callous that they let it happen for kicks!” Her eyes narrowed. “We need to be firm our girls are OURS, not anyone else’s to mess with!”
Again, the pigtailed Tamer nodded his head. “I see your point,” Ranma said seriously as he walked with Nabiki. “So what do we need to pick up?”
“P-Meds for one thing,” the middle Tendo daughter said seriously.
Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. “P-Meds?”
Nodding her head as she walked along the store’s floor, Nabiki explained, “P-Meds or pokégirl medications are arguably a Tamer’s best friend when a member of their harem gets injured. P-Med doses come in pressurized containers that are fitted with a pressurized, needle-less injector. A container can hold up to fifteen doses of a particular P-Med.” She sighed. “And if we’re to get any freedoms for any amount of time, we may want to stay away from civilization when we can. And that means we can’t depend on PokéCenters to keep our girls healthy...” she knew eventually they’d need to get a PPHU or Portable Pokégirl Healing Unit but she didn’t think they’d have the money for that until Ranma got his extra income from the Tamers they’d taken care of that had attacked them.
Which reminded her, they needed to go to the police station after this and have Ranma fill out that paperwork. Sighing, she continued to look through the aisle with medications. “What else... damn, damn... does he have them?” She rubbed her chin with her right hand as she gazed over the racks.
Blinking his eyes at the seriousness his fiancée’s sister was gazing over the medication rack, it made the martial artist curious. “What’cha looking for?” Ranma inquired with fascination.
“Something Alice mentioned,” Nabiki told her whipping boy. “It’s rare but if you’re to have a healthy sex life with non-pokégirls...” she trailed off as she spotted what she was searching for. “Ah-ha!” A frown came to her face. “Damn! Extra pricey but we’ll have to bite the bullet,” she grumbled as she grabbed a large box off the shelf.
Blinking his eyes, Ranma leaned forward to get a look at what the Tendo girl was holding. “What’re those?”
“Why, the absolute greatest invention for women... the pill!” Nabiki explained as she held up the box for him to see. “Even though pokégirls are the majority, there are women who do not enter Threshold and stay human. While condoms are still made, the pill was a lost technology until ten years ago. But because they’re hardly needed, they’re rare and expensive but still a commodity that’s made. So we’re getting this pack of...” she checked the box. “Ten cases with ten pills each, so that’s one hundred total...”
Ranma blinked his eyes as he just stared at the box. “The pill? Why the heck do we need a pill for you guys?”
She just stared at Ranma for a moment before she slapped herself on the face with her free hand. Sliding that hand down her face, Nabiki glared at Ranma. “We need it so you DON’T KNOCK ONE OF US UP, IDIOT!”
“GAH!” Ranma yelped out and fell backwards, landing on his ass. He placed his hands down on the floor and lifted himself to an upright sitting position.
Staring down at the unnerved martial artist, the woman with a pageboy haircut told him, “As I was saying, these are for preventing pregnancy. You got lucky with Kasumi and Asrial. Even if the latter’s alien physiology is debatable about if she can breed with humans, her concern alone validate that we should get this for her... plus if myself or Akane get... ‘active’, these will work fine.” She looked back at the rack. “Just to be safe we’ll buy two boxes and get bulk box of condoms. Unlike pokégirls, we can’t be shoved into a PokéBall to retard the fertilization process.”
Nodding his head slowly as he finally got up from the AaS-Mart’s floor, Ranma was blushing pretty heavily. He had no desire to become a father any time soon; he had no clue how to raise kids! True, he could probably just do the opposite of what his father did with raising him and do a decent job but that was his debatable. “Yeah... this sounds good. Very, very good...”
Finally, the woman managed to give him a smile. Okay, it was a smirk but she wasn’t trying to intimidate him further. “See? It pays to think ahead!” Nabiki told him, as she spotted a cart. Walking past him, she put the armful of items in there. “Okay, now what else...?” She looked back at the rack, looking at the area of it that was further down the aisle.
Noticing where Nabiki’s gaze lie, Ranma had to ask, “Um... why are you still eyeing the sex items?”
Nabiki turned her gaze to him. “Because, my dear Saotome, you have three harem girls who need a Taming and from the sound of it, Asrial will love you for it, if just to get Alice off her back. I recommend giving that girl a long hard Taming and probably talk to her about her overzealous antics. We don’t need our alien princess/mechanic going postal.” Walking back to the aisle, Nabiki stopped to stand by her sister’s fiancé. “Plus, who says I’m not curious to nab something for myself?” She gave him a saucy wink.
Staring wide-eyed, Ranma gulped nervously. He felt both intimidated and rather turned on by that look she gave him.
Nabiki inwardly chuckled to herself. That would keep him in line. “Now let’s see. What do we have here...” she humbled as she looked through the aisle with medication. She smiled as she found, “The salves!”
That caught the martial artist’s attentions. “Salves?" Ranma asked curiously.
Nodding her head, the middle Tendo told him, “Recently, creams and salves have become the popular alternative to potions and such, since Tamers, i.e. normal humans can use them to the same benefit. They can also be packed more easily and have become standard for long-term camping trips.” Her eyes narrowed. “Which means we can help Akane get back to her prime while we’re away from the city as well as have something for us to use in case of emergency.”
“That’s good,” Ranma replied, nodding his head in agreement. “So, they work on other wounds and not just...” he blushed as he tried to think of how to put over-Taming in a way that didn’t sound too perverted. “Friction burns?”
“Multi-purpose items seem to be a strong point of this world and damned, if it doesn’t make things easier for us! We’ll take a few jars, this guy does have good prices on good merchandise,” the middle Tendo sibling admitted as she started to hand Ranma different jars to hold. Burn Salve, Antidote Salve, Frostburn Salve, the popular Quick-Heal and All-Purpose Menthol Salve...
“AH HA!” Nabiki shouted as she picked up a few salve jars that had a different pictures of fruit on them. “They do have Fruit-Scented Salve!”
Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. “Fruit-Scented?”
“And tasting,” the girl with the pageboy haircut told him. “The second most popular salve on the market, this salve is meant for sexual intercourse. A single application to the genitals can have any liquids produced tasting like a wide selection of fruit.” She smirked as she held up the one with a picture of a banana for Ranma to see for emphasis.
Staring at the image, the pigtailed martial artist could only ask, “You’re serious?”
Nodding her head, Nabiki told her, “It’ll also be something of a gift to Kasumi. This stuff also works to flavor breast milk if applied to the breasts of lactating pokégirls. This is especially true for Milktits... which means Kasumi will have a wider variety of flavored milks to make dishes with.”
Now THAT caught Ranma’s attention. “Really?”
Nabiki smiled at that response. “Mmmhmm... so, you like that idea?”
“Who wouldn’t!?” He admitted rather bluntly, slowly grinning as the Saotome glutton in him was coming out. Still, he couldn’t help but notice, “You’re really into this...”
“I am not...” the woman told him. “I’m just going for deals and the good stuff.”
Feeling a little confident, (he always trusted his gut’s instinct) Ranma leaned in and told her, “I think Nabiki’s getting her sexy on.”
Nabiki smirked at him. “No, I’m getting YOUR sexy on. If you’re to be a good Tamer and keep this harem in line, I need you to be that sex machine and pervert that your fiancées always thought you would be.” She looked at all he was carrying. “Get all of that into the cart and meet me in the ‘Domina Tools’ section.”
Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. “Domina... tools?”
“You heard me,” Nabiki told him as she smirked. She then caught him by surprise as she brazenly patted his junk before heading off into the store.
Eyes wide, Ranma stammered a bit but managed to get control of himself. Putting all the salves and medications into the cart Nabiki already procured, the pigtailed martial artist made his way towards the Domina Tools section... and wished he hadn’t. He stared at the slick leather whip that Nabiki was holding.
“There you are, Ranma. We’ll need to care for these girls and keep them in line! That means we’ll need the proper... ‘tools’,” she told him as she held up another whip in her hand, this one made of a thicker material and colored brown in comparison to the sleek black one she had picked up first. “What do you think, Ranma? Whip or Bullwhip?”
His jaw moving up and down, it took the Asian male a few moments to finally make any sound. “I... I... I... I dunno!” He gasped. “I’m not into this kinda stuff!”
Nabiki smiled mischievously, testing the normal whip. She struck out towards the center of the aisle and away from Ranma, causing a nice and firm cracking sound to echo. “Hmm... this one might be more prudent, given its sleeker nature...”
The pigtailed martial artist gawked at Nabiki. “Are you... serious?”
Turning back to the shocked pigtailed teenager, the Tendo sister smirked. “Well, you never know when they might come in handy. I take it you never saw Indiana Jones?”
Thinking about that for a moment, Ranma admitted, “Actually I did. I saw you watching it a few times.”
“Oh?” The woman asked, raising an eyebrow. “Spying on me, were you?” She stalked towards him, whip in hand.
Seeing how she was advancing on him, Ranma’s eyes went wide with fear. “NO! Just moving through the house, you know!?” He held his hands up defensively as he stared at the whip the woman was holding.
Her eyes into gazing Ranma’s own, the woman asked him, “Is that all?”
Nodding his head rapidly, Ranma was quick to squeak out, “REALLY!”
“Such a pity...” Nabiki grumbled but couldn’t blame him. She knew how her younger sister could get. “Well, there’s still more we need,” she said as she placed the whip into the cart. She pulled a small box off the shelf and looked it over. “Hmm... clothespins. Box of fifteen...”
That made the pigtailed martial artist blink his eyes. “What are clothespins doing here? Did someone misplace them?” Although maybe they should pick them up... Kasumi might need them to dry out laundry when they were on the road again.
Getting a devious idea from that inquiry, Nabiki smirked at Ranma. She opened the box slowly and asked, “You want to know why they’re in this section?”
Nodding his head, Ranma replied, “Well yeah. What’s it doing here if it’s not misplaced?”
Looking around them for a moment, Nabiki soon turned back to the pigtailed martial artist with a smirk on her face. She then pulled up her shirt enough to reveal her bra.
Ranma stared wide-eyed at what the woman was wearing. “N-Nabiki!”
The woman raised a finger to her lips. “Hush!” She told him firmly. “Anyway, this is the way it’s used.” She slipped her right cup down, revealing a perky, well sized breast topped with a deep brown nipple as opposed to Kasumi’s pink tops. She takes a clothespin and fashioned it onto her nipple, hissing softly at the pressure. “Ngh... they can be used for pain-pleasure toys... like this.”
Eyes as wide as dinner plates, Ranma gulped nervously as he slowly nodded his head in understanding.
“Like that?” Nabiki asked in a husky voice.
The pigtailed martial artist couldn’t help but gawk. Finally, he was able to ask, “...Like what? The show, you or both?”
“Hmm...” Nabiki smirked. “Either or.”
“Both but don’t ask me to do that!” Ranma practically screeched.
Satisfied with his answer, (and squeamishness) she removed the pin and put it back into the box. Closing the lid, she tossed the small box into the cart before moving her hands to her chest, adjusting her bra back into place and bringing her shirt back down. She couldn’t help but note that Ranma was aroused a good bit. Nice to know she could affect him. Not that she was in the mood to have sex with him, mind you. She just liked having some measure of control.
Still facing away, his face a complete blush, Ranma asked, “Nabiki?”
Placing a case of Evermelt Wax candles and a large red rubber ball-gag into the cart as well, Nabiki replied by asking, “Yes, Ranma?”
“Why are there fifteen of them in a case?” He asked in a small voice. “I mean, when it comes to sets of breasts there’s only two on a woman... right?”
Nabiki smirked. “Yes, but women do have a third ‘nub’ that could have it applied. And that makes five full sets in one box.” Nabiki stopped as she noticed a few machines along the floor and under the shelf. “What's this?” She asked as she picked up the very large electronic device. Bringing the tag into view, she read it over. “What would... oooooh...” she chuckled to herself.
Seeing the look of interest on the woman’s face, Ranma gulped nervously. “Dare I ask?”
Turning to look at Ranma, Nabiki said, “Check this out! I think we have a gift for Kasumi when she passes her Tamer’s exam.”
Turning around slowly, Ranma stopped as he looked at the device. “A vacuum cleaner?” He had to admit, that could help keep the RV clean. But why did it have a set of nozzles and hoses rather than one the one? And what was with the mostly clear body; you weren’t supposed to look at the crap you cleaned up, were you?
“This Ranma is an E-Rect Nipple Brand Nipple Suction Machine.” Nabiki smirked as the pigtailed martial artist blinked his eyes. “It’s a machine that will allow Kasumi to ‘milk’ her Milktit. I doubt she'll be hungry for milk all the time and this can help with the pokégirl...” left unsaid was that she was pretty sure that it could be used for kinky sex play. She knew other pokégirls could get to lactating thanks to Milktit milk.
Accepting the explanation, the pigtailed martial artist said, “Oh! That does explain why it looked like a weird vacuum cleaner.” Ranma shook his head. He’d never been on a farm and saw milking machine so it was no surprised he missed the connection.
Looking over the device for a moment, Nabiki finally decided, “We’ll hide this until she passes.” She lifting the machine up before gently placing it down into the shopping cart. “Now let’s see... what else?” Eyeing a lingerie rack, she held up a bra, garter, panty and stocking set made with black and red silks. “Think this suits me?” She asked, posing as she held it over her clothes.
Looking at her, Ranma shrugged. He then honestly answered, “Can’t tell really, not unless you put it on.”
The middle Tendo sister slowly raised an eyebrow. “Hold that thought.” Nabiki looked around, spying a sign that read, ‘Dressing Rooms’ near the back. She then walked away, vanishing towards the back.
Staring at the direction the woman was running, Ranma’s shoulders slumped. “...Oh, I did not just encourage her too, did I? First Kasumi, now Nabiki...” he blinked his eyes. “Or maybe she’s just getting payback for all her headaches?”
“The headaches!" He could hear Nabiki call back to him. Oh damn, he’d said that out loud.
After a few minutes of standing in the aisle, Ranma heard a voice call from behind him. “Weeeell?” Turning around to the source of the voice, his jaw dropped and he felt his tenting come full cycle. The set Nabiki had on was black garter stocking leading up to a black garter set with red lacy panties with black trimming and bows, the bra was mainly black with red lace almost showing the nipples and... well, the stuff looked like it was made for her.
“Gah... I... duh... derrr...” Ranma tried to speak and found himself tongue-tied.
Nabiki smirked as she sauntered up to him. “Keep this up and I’ll use the rubber ball-gag I put in the cart on you...” she teased, poking his chest with her right index finger.
“Duh... huh... wow...” he finally managed to tell her in some word that was out of a genuine form of verbal communication.
Nabiki’s wicked glance seemed to draw the conclusion of his still incoherent babbling as a success. She sauntered over towards him and bent low, showing off her cleavage. “I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. Tarantino...”
Looking down, the blushing pigtailed Tamer could only mutter. “I wish I was Mr. Tarantino...”
She pushes him onto a... somehow, conveniently-placed chair, (it was a VibroMassage Brand) and sat on his lap. “So, I get the ol’ fire going, do I?” She asked huskily, grinned most deviously down at the raven-haired male.
Nodding his head ever so slowly, Ranma was doing his best to look up at the woman’s eyes rather than the rest of her. “I’d be a liar if I said no...” he gulped. “Wuh-what’s this about?”
Looking into his eyes, the lingerie-clad Tendo told him, “Kasumi’s not the only one repressed. I rarely get to act sexy...” she told coyly, loving how easy it was to see the open display of emotions in his eyes. “You need to buck up on some resistance Ranma. Most Tamers see nudity 24/7...” she smiled, a kinder smile. “But I appreciate the honesty.” She grabbed his pride through his pants. “Hmm... no wonder Kasumi and the other girls wanted a ride...” she whispered huskily. She then straddled him, presses her panty-clad front to his hips. “Mmmm...”
Stiffing in the chair, (in more ways than one) Ranma was gasping out in shock if not surprise and a little bit of lust. “Ahh! N-Nabik!?”
“Mmm... do you want me? Answer honestly...” she whispered huskily before she blew hot air into his ear. “You want some of what I got... you tasted one Tendo pie... you want the middle center now?”
Quickly nodded his head, he shouted, “Y-yes! Yes, damn it! Yes!”
“Then earn it.” The woman told him as she climbed off his lap. Blowing him a kiss, she walked back towards the dressing rooms.
Sitting back in the exotic red leather massage chair, Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. He looked down at his tented pants and wanted to cry. “Aw, hell!”
Yep... this was going to be a looong shopping trip.
Walking along the grounds of the Kuno Estate, the small man stopped outside of the mountains in the back. The stone formation was carved in to give it an epic feel of a Colosseum of old Ream, even if it was only on one face of mountain base. This was Kodachi’s special place, her secret arena for her to indulge in her ‘sports’ and grow her ‘garden’. Admittedly, said garden was rather beautiful but a good portion of the plants were deadly if you didn’t know which to avoid. It had even attracted a few Feral Plant and Poison-type pokégirls...
Sighing, the retainer carefully walked into a place that was a death-trap in and of itself. “Mistress Kodachi!” He called out, hoping to get her attention. He’d rather not go in further...
It was then a melodic voice echoed out from the depths. “What is it, Sasuke?”
Oh thank the thousand gods! He got her on the first call! Letting out a breath of relief, the rat-faced ninja stopped in place. “Mistress Kodachi! I brought you the Speech T2, just like you ordered!”
The voice replied in a joyous tone. “Excellent! Just stay on the red-lighted path to avoid my carnivorous plants! We’re in the center having tea!”
The ninja looks down at his feet. To help guide staffers so they wouldn’t get mauled, there were lines of lights that indicated the safe paths. The red lights that were on currently indicated what the safe path was, while those still black meant death. So he followed the red points to a clearing with a koi pond and a gazebo where Kodachi was sitting with her latest pokégirl and let out yet another breath of relief. Thank the thousand gods she had the proper light patterns on. Sometimes she’d purposely switch which red lights were on and lead pokégirls to their deaths!
Looking up at his mistress, the short man winced at the sight. There was Kodachi in her black leather bustier corset and garters with skulls and spikes the woman was quite intimidating... even more so than that Arachnae sitting across from her that was eating the remains of what had been some other pokégirl. “Isn’t she darling?” She asked with a heartfelt sigh. “She's regaining her strength quickly; she’ll be ready for my death games soon!” She giggled like a school girl at that thought.
“That’s... lovely...” Sasuke said slowly as he eyed the remains. He felt pale as he could tell from what was left of its head that it had been a mouse-type of some sort. Taking a deep breath, the ninja added, “Anyway, Mistress! Here’s the T2.” The ninja shivered as he presented the Technique Training Machine to the woman.
Taking it from his hands, the woman squealed in delight. “Thank you, Sasuke!” She then looked at her sweet pet. “Oh, Kagekumo! I have a gift for you!”
The Arachnae named Kagekumo or Shadow Spider lifted her head up from her nearly finished meal. “Arach?” The Bug/Poison-type pokégirl asked curiously.
The woman gave her pet a most beautiful, (albeit creepy) smile. “I promise this is a good gift. Be still sweetling,” Kodachi cooed, rubbing the side of her Arachnae’s face with her hand before bringing the T2 over with the other. Holding the metallic crystal-like object and pressing it to the pokégirl’s forehead the device activated. Waves of energy originated from the small device and weaved about the pokégirl’s body.
Watching with fascination, the Black Cherry of Stone Town told her, “That’s it, sweetling... let it work...” she smiled as the T2 stopped releasing energy. “There.” She removed the Technique Training Machine from the Arachnae’s forehead once the process was done. “Can you understand me?”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the creature looked at Kodachi with her bright red compound eyes. “...Yeessss...” she managed to hiss out, testing her new vocals.
The Kuno heiress clapped her hands together in delight. “Oh wonderful!” Kodachi practically beamed with pride. “Now we can hold conversations a lot easier!”
“Yessssss, thisss doessssss make thingsssssss eassssierrrrr...” the pokégirl nodded her head, further testing her vocals. “Niiiiiissse... I learrrrrned human sssssssspeeech to underssssstand betterrrrrr what my prrrrrey wassss ssssaying but to ssssspeak it...amassssing."
Kodachi blinked her eyes in surprise. “You... understood me before?”
Again, the Arachnae nodded her head. “Yessss... I would not have lived long as I have without adapting.”
A grin started to stretch across the human woman’s face. “So my theory was correct! Feral types can retain high intelligence!” Kodachi squealed in delight. Oh, this was so useful!
The large pokégirl tilted her head. “Not alwayssss the casssse but yesssss we can,” the Bug/Poison-type answered. “You’rrrre interrrresssssting. Mosssst humanssss fearrrr me but you... you offerrrrr companionship and yet do not lorrrrrd overrrr me like a ssssssslave.”
Raising an eyebrow to that, the Black Cherry of Stone Town asked, “And piss you off?” She snorted. “My dear, I respect your kind, your graceful forms, your skills of predation... it is beauty in natural form. Your cunning, guile and how you kill with grace, what’s not to adore? I told myself years ago if I could ever have one of your kind, it must be a mutual respect relationship or I may find myself lunch.”
The Arachnae grinned. “You arrre wissse...” she hissed out. “Yesss... I will enjoy worrrking wifff you lovely...” she looked over to Sasuka for a moment. “Isss he food?”
Going wide-eyed for a moment, Sasuke let out a shrill squeak as he leapt back.
The woman shook her head and replied firmly, “No he is my servant and he does his job well. He is not food.” Kodachi made eye-contact with her pokégirl. “Besides, I have much tastier dishes for you.”
Hearing that made Sasuke let out a breath. Again, thank the thousand gods!
Kodachi smirked. “After all, there are so many pokégirls out there that have no real use... the Bimbo and Bunnygirl for examples. Something really needs to be done with them... so why not as food for lovely pets like you?” She offered. “This way, such insufficient pokégirls are finally made useful...”
Red eyes glowed with anticipation. “I like how you think. Ssssomefffing not only tasssssty but alsssso good to look at.” The Poison/Bug-type pokégirl beamed.
“Oh yes,” Kodachi spoke up as she remembered something she wanted to ask. “I gave you the name Kagekumo... does it suit or offend you?”
The pokégirl grinned. “It ssssuitssss me fine, my lady.”
The Black Cherry of Stone Town grinned back. “Most excellent. Now what are you in the mood for? If you’re still hungry, as I said before, there’s plenty to go around. We have an arena for sparring and battle...” her gaze became rather lustful. “If you seek hot sex, we have a variety of playmates as well.”
Arachnae raised an eyebrow. “Rrrrrreally?” She let out a lustful growl. “What kind?”
Kodachi grinned. “Myself and my harem. We need to get properly introduced.”
The Arachnae licked her lips. Oh yes, this was a wonderful set-up...
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