[Episode 213059] [Episode 213059]This was not a good day for Ash Sexum
Oh, sure it had started out well enough. He didn’t just get one Starter Pokégirl, he got three. His brother had never had that.
At least, that’s what he thought. He never really knew the man, only by word of mouth his mother received. Ash didn’t even know what Pokécenter or Professor had tested his brother, let alone what if any girls Ranma received as his Starter.
Anyway, with three Starters, he felt he was well on his way to facing the world and starting his journey into becoming a Harem Master. So he picked a direction—which just happened to be in the opposite direction his mother’s calls were coming from, coincidence I tell you!—and set out.
And then things went downhill from there.
Once he was far enough into the woods not to worry about his mother following him about people discovering his training style, he released each of his girls to see what the Professor had given him.
That was his first mistake.
Galia, a Gun-Bunny wasn’t too bad. Sure, it was odd to get a pokégirl that was already evolved as a Starter. But she seemed nice, if a little ditzy and unsure of herself. She didn’t really have any memories of a life before Ash released her, so she could have been a recently rescued pokégirl.
She also looked a little like Ash’s former tormentor, Gary. Perhaps she was a sister to him; Gary’s mother was a bunny-type after all. And he would admit he’d likely get some secret pleasure from Taming Gary’s sister.
But that was as good as it got.
Second he released … Misty.
Boy was she angry! He’d probably be minus his testicles at the moment had it not been for some of his mother’s teachings. Of course, it could be understandable that she was upset, when she started running off about how he wasn’t Stroak, how she was supposed to be a water-type now, how he was obviously a pokégirl thief, and she would ‘unman’ him before turning him in.
He finally was able to convince her that he had not stolen her, that she had been given to him by Stroak, and he would do everything he could to ensure she got her wish and become a water-type—not the turning him into a eunuch part.
He had to! It was one of the few things his father had preached that his mother taught him: angry tomboys often led to dead Tamers.
And finally his third one: Peekabu.
She was non-domesticated and apparently still pissed at whoever had put her in that pokéball. His right hand still twitched if she looked at him, so many of her electric attacks he had taken. She was not going to listen to him, no matter what.
He had thought first that Professor Stroak had given him a great gift.
Now Ash wanted to tell his mother that the dear Professor had touched him inappropriately, just to have her bring down Hell upon the man.
So, in typical fashion—proving he was his father’s son, even if the man would never admit it—Ash came upon a great thought. They needed a team-building exercise, something that would bring them closer together and build a sense of companionship.
So, when he saw a pack—or was it flock, he never knew what to call a group of specific pokégirls—of Racks, he thought this would be perfect. They would attack together, get in, capture a few girls, and he might even get to double his harem. Flying types were dead useful after all. Hell, there might even be some people on Poke-E-Bay who would trade him some things for a Rack.
He couldn’t have been more wrong. After all, a charge only works when everyone agrees to go at the same time.
Ash charged forward.
Galia looked on in confusion. Her mind-wipe hadn’t left much in the way of attacks. At the least, she could be considered a Level-1 pokégirl, even given her current evolution.
Peekabu ignored him. Hell, she never asked for this. Let the little monkey get himself killed for all she cared.
Misty jut shouted that he’d better not die before he got her back to Stroak.
Needless to say, the charge proved ineffective, especially when he was the only one facing off against twenty-plus angry Rack, since he apparently struck the leader of the group with the rock he had thrown.
The Rack were not happy, attacking en mass and not caring that only one member of the foursome had actually attacked them. Despite her weakness, Misty was very adept at punching things. Galia was doing pretty well, even with the fact she was still unsure of herself. She hadn’t summoned any weapons, but her punches struck just as easily as Misty.
Peekabu, however, was paying for her earlier inattentiveness. She had been swarmed by the Rack, and while she did take out a few with the electric attacks Ash now knew so well, she was simply being overwhelmed.
So Ash did what he knew he had to: he rushed to help her. Say what you will about the teaching methods of Nodoka Sexum, but she taught her second child to always defend your pokégirls, to never ditch them, to treat them well and keep them close to your heart. He arrived, fought enough Rack off to try and shield the injured Peekabu with his body.
It may not have been his plan, but his act of selflessness did something to the wild Peekabu. She saw the former monkey risk his life to save her, to protect her, if even for a short time.
So she decided … to save his life.
One severe Thundershock later after she pushed Ash off of her, and the Rack were either knocked out or fleeing.
It may not have been what he had planned, but it had worked; Ash’s team had grown closer under a shared adversary.
Too bad he had forgotten to pack more than the spare pokéballs Stroak had given him. So of the fifteen Rack left behind unconscious, he was only able to take three.
What a gyp!
And now it just got worse, as he fled down the road, hands holding Misty and Peekabu’s as he raced down the road he had ended up on, Galia in her ball for the moment.
And why was this bad?
“Oh, isn’t my Ash such a manly man, girls? I mean, he’s taken three shots from my tranquilizer gun in the posterior already and he’s still running!”
Yes, his mother had found him!
Earlier on the road…
“I can’t believe that ungrateful lush left me behind!” screamed Maryanne, a pokégirl that was part of Professor Stroak’s crew. The Titmouse had been trying to finish some last minute maintenance when she discovered her Master had left her behind. Oh, it hadn’t been the first time he had forgotten about her. She’d still be in that Arachnae’s cocoon if not for Rita. “When I get my hands on him, I’ll … I’ll … I’ll lock him in a room with a feral Dildoqueen! No; ten feral Dildoqueens!”
Maryanne was needless to say, very upset with her Master’s lack of care.
“Now Maryanne, calm down,” said Nodoka, trying to soothe the angry pokégirl. “Now you can’t do that.”
“Why?” growled the Titmouse.
“Because it could be traced back to you,” said Nodoka simply. “Now if he somehow suffered an accident, something that could be traced back only to him being careless, well that’s better.”
“You … you’ll help?” asked the hopeful Maryanne.
“Help?” asked Nodoka. “Help with what, dear? No evil planning here,” she finished with a smile.
Maryanne allowed a smile to form on her lips. Oh, he was so going to get it. “Thanks again for the ride.”
“No problem,” said Nodoka as she stood up, making her way to the front passenger seat. “We were going that way.”
“Oh, why?”
“We are going to reunite our Mistress with her first son,” said Kinshou, the Dominatrix, currently driving the vehicle. “He too is at Pewtit, thus we hope to arrive before he moves on.”
“Ah,” said Maryanne. “I remember you telling me about him. They found him?”
“He appeared in Buggy Woods with some human girls and only a Skunkette,” said Azalea. “One of the human girls was hurt and now they’re sitting in Pewtit until she’s well enough to move.”
“Oh,” said Maryanne.
“Any idea why Stroak wanted to go there?” asked Jetta, reading a magazine at the table in the cabin.
“Some new pokégirl was discovered in the area,” said the Titmouse. “I think it was labeled a Salusian. He got real excited, tried emailing the Tamer it belonged to, but our system fried. Jackass probably forgot he could do the same thing from the mobile unit. That’s about all I know.”
“Salusian?” asked Nodoka.
Maryanne nodded. “Maybe related to a Skunkette, but that’s all I know.”
Nodoka smiled a bit. Perhaps her son had evolved his new Alpha. Sure, Skunkettes were uncommon and it could be someone else’s Skunkette. But she knew in her heart that it was the one with her son.
Her fantasies ended when she felt the RV slow down. “Kinshou, what’s the problem? Why are we slowing down?”
“Your son is before us, Mistress,” said the Dominatrix.
Nodoka spun her seat around. Sure enough, not even a hundred meters ahead of them, was the familiar sight of her son’s unique outfit. “Jetta, my tranquilizer gun!”
Jetta just shook her head. Well, the boy should have known better than running from his mother like that.
Nodoka was just happy. Now she could email her older son and let him know they were coming! Oh Joy of Joys, it was going to be the perfect family reunion. All that was missing was word that her husband had suffered a painfully agonizing and long death under some horrendous pokégirl.
But soon as her youngest manly son was aboard, they’d make haste towards Pewtit for the reunion with her first manly son.
She just hoped that if any memories of her husband remained in the child, that he wasn’t going to be against meeting her. Nodoka had already lost nearly two decades with him and nearly him as well. She wasn’t going to lose out on knowing him now.
Kiiro sighed as she continued to explore her old jobsite. Now that she was no longer bonded to her former asshole Master, she could appreciate the place for what it was.
A dump.
Briefly, she wondered if her former sisters would think the same once they had ‘proper’ masters—i.e. masters who bathed more than once a week. Places that seemed good at the time now seemed so … undesirable. Perhaps it was because of the love her new Master and Mistresses—and she considered all three sisters her Mistresses, even if she hadn’t been Tamed by them all … yet—or because of the attention and care they showed her.
It wasn’t like they were spoiling her. Clothes, human food, even relaxing baths…
Okay, maybe they were spoiling her a bit. Thousand Gods knew she never had such treatment at the Ranch she had come from. She doubted Blowtorch or Viceclamp had come from anything better. They acted like her: thinking this was all there was to life, that they had it good.
Compared to some of the Tamers who had come through those doors… Yeah, it had been good for them.
But now … the rose-tinted glasses were off. Only once you experienced heaven could you truly know hell.
And by the time the trio were finished, this hell would be stripped of anything of value.
She smiled at that. That’ll show those evil meanies! Even if Pete and his cousin didn’t lose the place, by the time they finished repairing the transport and upgrading it, there wouldn’t be anything left here for the mechanics to use. She had even seen Alice sneaking the sex toys into the storage lockers aboard the Landmaster. Ooo, she’s planning on surprising the Alpha, she thought, giggling a bit, as she continued to look over things. You never knew what sneaky things those guys might have hidden without the pokégirls knowing. She knew they hid their alcohol stores, probably whatever tools they had used to disassemble the vehicle so quickly. All three pokégirls together, it would have taken a few hours to break it down that quickly.
So how did the bad people do it? Even with Blowtorch and Viceclamp helping, that was too quick unless he had some stuff he kept hidden, something he didn’t want people or their own pokégirls knowing about.
This was why she was near the back of the building. If there was something hidden, it had to be here, the front was too open for any hidden areas.
The fact that she often found her owner and his cousin back here, drunk off their asses, mumbling about huge payoffs was another clue, but she didn’t want to think too often about that. When they were sober enough, she’d get a beating for being back there if she went looking for them.
That did add a bit of fun to what she was doing. Aside from looking for more things, she was also looking for whatever they had back here. She was just as curious as the next pokégirl, but the prospect of beatings had kept her away before.
That wasn’t an issue now. She didn’t have to worry about being hit for coming back here. If the bastards ever tried it, her Master would so kick their asses.
Of course, it would have to be outside of the garage, she didn’t want her yummy Master to get into trouble or anything. Hell, Pete and his cousin were only in trouble for taking apart the Landmaster and trying to blame Alpha Asrial for it.
Of course, what she found wasn’t too impressive. A pile of empty beer cans in one corner, flowing out of a trash can half the size needed to hold them. Some empty pizza boxes near it as well. In the other corner, a bed that likely hadn’t been cleaned since it was put there, surrounded by porn magazines and a few used tissues—better there than in us, she thought with disgust. In the center near the back wall was a desk, piled high with beer cans, old plates, and no less than three dirty boxers.
Looking around, she really couldn’t see a reason why they kept her out of the room.
“Maybe the magazines are gay?” she wondered, nudging them with her foot. It turned out that her thought was wrong though, the scenes shown were male/female, male/pokégirl, or pokégirl/female. And what ones she couldn’t see on top of the various stacks, she certainly was not going to go through.
Sighing, she looked at the desk. Unless Greasy Pete was hiding SLCs in the mattress—and she certainly hoped not, because who the hell would take them—then there had to be something in the desk.
Blackmail never hurt.
Pulling out one drawer, she quickly shut it. She didn’t know if that was an old sandwich or a dead rat, but the smell was enough to nearly make her faint. The second drawer had a few sheets of papers, nothing much except ‘Plans for World Domination’, ‘Beer Flavors They Need to Make’, and ‘Famous Sluts I Wanna Nail’.
The World Domination plans weren’t even that good. One was to get lots of money, two was blank, and three was ‘world domination and sluts’.
“My former Master was a moron,” Kiiro murmured. Looking in the third drawer, all she found was a flashlight that surprisingly still worked.
That was probably because Greasy Pete and his cousin loved their shadow puppets.
Sighing, but not daring to sit in the chair belonging to the desk—no telling what had occurred in it—she sank to the floor, looking under it.
And she spotted something, a small panel in the floor partially covered by the desk. After pushing the desk to the side of the room, she opened the panel, revealing a keypad that wasn’t illuminated.
Greasy Pete was many things, that included being short-sighted. The keypad would have been a good measure of security … had he gotten the full package and followed simple advice.
Instead, Pete purchased a stripped down version, cobbled together from what he stole borrowed. The keypad was only as good as the memory and system it worked off of. Since the hard drive was only what was built within the panel and powered only by the generator Kiiro was supposed to keep constantly charged, it was much easier for the Peekabu to get past it.
She merely had to give it enough charge to turn it on and hit the ‘Open’ button. Without any external memory, the system didn’t know she wasn’t the first user, let alone a user with permission. It simply saw her as the installer and saw no need to keep her out.
“Eeep!”
It would also have helped Kiiro had she not been sitting on the entrance that opened up, dropping her down the stairwell.
“Owie,” she murmured, as she sat up.
BOINK!
After getting herself off the floor once more, rubbing a new bump on her head, she picked up the flashlight that had hit her in the forehead. “This had better be worth it,” she sniffed, hoping her Master wouldn’t be too upset that she was slightly hurt. Those stairs had hurt, not to mention the flashlight hitting her. At least she had been lucky enough to move the desk out of the way, else that would have likely had that fall on her.
Turning on the flashlight, she looked around the bottom of the stairs.
“Wow,” she murmured, spotting a large room, filled with boxes. “Hey, maybe I can find some parts to fix the AC,” she murmured, as she begun to look for something to open the crates with.
As such, she missed when her flashlight illuminated a symbol on one such crate, the symbol of Team Rocket.
Jolie stretched herself as she heard an annoying beeping noise. Damn alarm clock, can’t you shut the hell up! she mentally cursed, rolling over, palm slapping the table next to her bed to try and silence the offending machine. It took several tries to locate it, two more to try and locate the off-button … and one try to yank it and toss it against the wall, silencing its infernal cries forever.
With the evil alarm clock defeated, she turned back, cuddling into the warm and comfortable blankets, as well as the pulsating teddy bear.
But why was the bear pulsating like it had a heartbeat?
The answer came as she slowly opened her eyes, spotting the sleeping form of one Tamer Ranma Saotome. By the Thousand Gods, she had fallen asleep with the humans, cuddling into the side of the rare ‘Eleven’ Tamer. If the other girls ever suspected his true abilities at the Precinct, the male would never know peace. He could very well end up the literal father of the next generation of Officer Jennys and Growlies. Hell, the lengths her fellow officers had gone to just for a chance to be near such a Tamer told her that.
But she was enjoying this new sensation: waking up with her lovers. The usual lame Tamings she got usually ended with the guy putting away his barely adequate tackle and rushing out. Hell, she would have enjoyed this last night had she not promised to escort him back to the Pokécenter after the date.
Jolie had been a bit upset that they weren’t still at it—that was one hot scene in the Interrogation Room after all. But she could understand, Ranma had just finished giving the human girl a sexual healing. And now there was probably no chance in Hell that if Nabiki ever did Threshold, she’d turn into a Dark or Infernal pokégirl.
And … she did get a second helping of the hot Tamer. By the Megami, that boy was a Taming Legend in the making. I wonder … would he be a Twelve if I got him fresh? she wondered, as she looked at the cuddling pair next to her. He was a Ten after Taming a few in his harem just before meeting her. If his stamina was anything to go by, he either hadn’t Tamed at all that day or not for a while before he laid his ‘healing hands’ … and lips on the Tendo girl. If he was fully rested and fed…
She felt herself dampen at those thoughts. This was the type of man spoken about in fairy tales told to little girls and pokékits. This was a Tamer that a pokéwoman would have herself shipped halfway across the planet, just to be bred by him. He was a man with stamina, skill, very … very decent equipment, and a personality…
He didn’t just fuck you, he made love to you. When Ranma slept with you, and looked into your eyes, you felt like the center of the universe. You felt humbled, loved, as if you were the most special person in his universe.
I am so being bred by him when I become a pokéwoman, she thought happily, minutely rubbing her wet sex against his leg. Gods, just being near him like this was lighting her fire again. If he ever starts a Ranch, I am getting transferred there.
Of course, she had to survive her next day at work. Her co-workers—well, the female ones at least; the males could go fuck a light socket for all she cared at the moment—were not going to be too thrilled that she had not only been with him a second time before they even had a chance, but that she had escaped with him.
But helping Nabiki, the taste of their combined juices, the threesome in her bed—she might not wash these sheets for a while, the scent now in them—was soooooooo worth it. It was very tempting just to wake them up and have another go.
But there wouldn’t be time. By now, the girls at the Precinct might realize they were not hiding in the building. If so, how long would it take—the pokégirls, not a good bit of the human males there who couldn’t solve a crime if they had a confession, video footage, and…
Actually, when was the last time one of them solved a major crime?
Oh well, that was a thought for another time. Right now, as much as she hated to, she would have to wake up her lovers. If the other girls thought they were here, they’d come and break down her door and tear into her small apartment to find the pigtailed Tamer. Okay, maybe—just maybe—I’ll lend out the dress, she thought. She might need to make some concessions after all, they were bound to be really pissed.
Smiling, she pushed herself up; just enough so she could place her lips on the Tamer’s and give him a wake-up kiss.
Lips pressed together, she noticed with great joy that even half-asleep that he could still curl her toes with his kisses.
If she knew he was actually still asleep, she’d be really impressed. After all, reacting while asleep does have other uses aside from dodging angry rivals trying to put their fist through your head.
Pulling back slightly, she fought to control her breath … as well as the urge to say fuck it and start trying to bring his equipment to full attention for another ride. She braced herself by reminding her libido that she liked this place, and she was pretty sure having the Pokégirl Police Force tear through your front door and trash your place might—just might—work towards an eviction. Landlords did tend to hate things like that and there was no way in Hell she was going back to the dorms at the station—not that she could after her last exit today.
“Wake up, Sweet Prince,” she whispered huskily. “Nap time’s over.”
Her answer was Ranma’s arm pulling her closer to him, making her squeak, as she felt his hand kneed her ass as his own head angled up to resume their kiss.
“Uh-hmm.”
The lip lock ceased, as the duo slowly turned their head. Jolie’s eyes were open wide, as Ranma’s were, having attained consciousness somewhere between pulling Jolie’s body to his and being discovered by…
“As enjoyable as the show is,” said Nabiki, leaning on her arm, “we may need to get going, Ranma. It is getting pretty close to dinner and I don’t want to worry the others.” She also didn’t want to imagine what sort of superior look would cross Kasumi’s face when she learned her sister had just gotten laid and laid hard. Ranma did do what she asked: made love to her and fucked her raw. The nap had helped, but she still felt some twinges of pain, especially from where the pigtailed boy had shoved his dick up her ass. At least I got one of his first’s before Kasumi.
Well, two if you count our first kiss all those years ago, she thought happily.
Not that she would ever tell Kasumi just who her long lost love really was, she’d never heard the end of it. The eldest Tendo was going to be too smug as it was just from knowing that Nabiki had also rode the Wild Stallion. And knowing her sister, as soon as the Tamer’s Exam was over—if not sooner—Kasumi was going to want details. At least I don’t have a video of my first time, she thought smugly.
Back at the Precinct, one hard-working Jenny not currently on a full building search for the Pigtailed Taming God was updating his profile and making changes to the code.
One of these changes included a link to a popular video sharing site: BoobTube. And at this part of the site were the scenes of one girl with a pageboy haircut getting fucked to heaven and back.
She did cut out the conversation part. Most watchers of BoobTube had short attention spans, after all.
Why did a chill just go down my back? Nabiki wondered.
Ranma wondered as well, but he only cared when a chill didn’t go down his back daily. That was when the shit would hit the fan the next day, usually because of something his Old Man did.
He really needed to kick the Old Panda’s ass if they ever got back home.
“Any chance we have time for a quick shower?” asked Jolie. She didn’t want her place trashed, but damned if Ranma’s tongue and hand hadn’t stoked those fires again.
The answer didn’t come from them, but a phone answering machine.
“This is Jolie, leave a message after the beep.”
BEEP!
“We know you’re there, Jolie! As soon as this lockdown is over with, we’re coming over there! You better not have worn that Taming God out!”
“Yeah, and you better hand over that dress like you promised!”
“I think we better go,” said Nabiki, paling slightly.
But on the bright side, she doubted Ranma would ever have any trouble with the Law … unless he didn’t please them. Hopefully they wouldn’t storm the Pokécenter. He did have to Tame Alice tonight, possible either Cassandra or Cyan as well.
And it looks like Kasumi will be too busy studying to help ensure Ranma doesn’t go Neko during it, she smiled internally. Oh yes, Nabiki might get another helping tonight. If not, then perhaps she could figure if she enjoyed being dominant over other girls aside from Jolie. A good relationship was often built on shared interests after all.
“You sure you’re okay, Nabs?” asked Ranma, as his lover leaned on him, as they slowly made their way back to the Pokécenter. The journey was made all the longer as they needed to avoid a direct path, as that would lead them right past the Precinct.
“Fine, Stud,” she said, wincing slightly as her current speed agitated her recovering nether regions. It was still worth it though.
“Yeah, but you’re walking kinda funny,” said Ranma.
“Well, I did have something big shoved in me at two different points,” said Nabiki, making Ranma blush.
“Sorry,” he said quietly.
Smiling, Nabiki paused, placing her hand against his cheek and turning him to face her. “Ranma, I don’t regret it.
“Okay, maybe when you first started trying to shove your dick up my ass, but Jolie coached you, and to be honest, it was pretty good,” she smiled. “As for the rest … well, you definitely made me feel like it was my first time. Thank you for that,” she finished, kissing him on his other cheek.
“Uh … you’re welcome,” he said, unsure about what was going on.
“Ranma, we made love, we fucked like animals, I enjoyed it, I know you enjoyed it,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “So drop it. I’ll be fine after a nice hot soak. Until then, I’m just going to work past the soreness. At least I don’t have any bruises on my ass.”
Ranma just smiled. “Well, now I know what not to do to punish you,” he said.
“Aw,” said Nabiki, mock-pouting. “So if I’m bad, I won’t get a spanking?”
“Nah,” said Ranma, “I’ll just withhold sex.” His eyes went wide after a moment. I can’t believe I said that!
Nabiki’s eyes narrowed. “That was cruel, Ranma.” Before he could stutter an apology, she shook her head. “You can’t expect me to go cold turkey, so I’ll just have to be a good girl … and be bad at the right times,” she finished with a smile.
He let out a breath he had been holding, worried his little comment had cost him. “So … we’re okay?” he asked.
Nabiki nodded. “Yeah, we’re good, Ranma.”
“So … what about our past?” he asked.
“I’m not going to go fiancée all over you, Ranma,” she said quietly. “Yeah, I care … a lot for you. But let’s face it; I’m not the type to go demanding you marry me now. If we can make something work then it’s all good. If not, then we tried. If we end up just fuck-buddies or man and wife, I’m not going to force you to do anything.”
“You’re not?” he asked.
“I learn, Ranma. And I definitely learned from the mistakes of your other suitors. I’m not going to trick you, or change for you, or use any favor you show me against the others. I’m going to be me … well, the new me anyway,” she said. If she could, the darkest parts of the Ice Queen would never be a part of her again. But in this world, she had her use.
She just wouldn’t be all there was of Nabiki from now on.
“O…kay,” he replied.
“Gees, Ranma; did you have this talk with Kasumi?” Nabiki asked.
That made him pause. Why was he having this conversation with Nabiki? “Well, I mean… You see…”
“Any day now, Ranma.”
“Well, me and Kasumi ain’t ever had anything between us before,” Ranma admitted. “Me and you though, we had a few weeks together … before the fat panda screwed it up.”
“Very true,” said Nabiki. That did make sense. They had been together before, he was definitely her first boyfriend and considering Uncle Genma, she was probably his first girlfriend. Hell, had the panda not screwed up that meeting, she’d probably be the one engaged to Ranma for the last year.
That didn’t mean she’d be getting any during that time. There was something about this world, something that … well, made you horny. And people said sex on TV would do that.
“So you’re worried about if this changes things for us, maybe for the worse,” she said.
He nodded. “I don’t wanna make you upset anymore, Nabiki. Kami knows I already done messed your life up a lot.”
“I forgave you already,” Nabiki said, slapping him lightly on the arm. “Boy, did I forgive you,” she said, a slightly perverted smile on her face. “Hell, you may have pounded forgiveness out of me so hard, I’ll probably forgive the next mistake you make.”
“You sure?” asked Ranma.
“Ranma, don’t use that extra forgiveness now.”
“Right,” he said quickly. The last thing he wanted to do now was make her mad. Nabiki was scary when she was mad.
“Of course, if you want to send me on the crazed fiancée path, I could do that as well,” she said, running her hand along the looped whip.
“That’s okay!” he squeaked, raising his hands in a warding gesture. Why oh why did he get her that whip!?
She shook her head, smiling. Nabiki knew she’d be in trouble if Ranma’s dominant side—she knew it existed, her ass was still warm thanks to it—ever got applied to normal non-Taming life. Of course, that could be kinky in its own way.
Down girl, don’t want to jump him before we get back and get a bath. I really don’t want to meet the others smelling like sex.
Well, at least Jolie never had Ranma do a money-shot. There’s so many better places for that to go.
SMACK!
“Yeow!” cried Nabiki, rubbing her rear, and glaring at Ranma.
“Hey, you were zoning out there,” claimed Ranma.
“Right, Ranma,” she said in disbelief. “Admit it, you love smacking my ass.”
“Yes I do,” he said with a smile. It was kind of fun to act like this with Nabiki. Granted, he never smacked her bottom when they were younger, but now … she felt safer … especially now that he knew she wanted him to be a little bit pervy.
Well, it wasn’t like he could be like his old self now that he fucked her … and Jolie … together.
“Stop smiling like that, Ranma,” said Nabiki. “It’s kind of creepy in the low light.”
Ranma shook his head, finally noting that it did seem to be getting darker pretty quickly. Maybe they had stayed over at Jolie’s later than they thought.
“Well, things are looking up,” said Nabiki. “I’m feeling better than ever, we’ve opened a new chapter in our lives…”
“I learned a lot about you,” said Ranma smiling.
“And do keep those tidbits to yourself,” Nabiki advised, eyes narrowed. “That little fact is for you and probably only by you. Anyone else, I’d prefer—nay, demand control.”
“Like with Jolie,” he added.
“Right,” Nabiki nodded. “I’ll admit I’d prefer to be a Dom, but for you and only you, being a sub isn’t so bad.”
“Okay then,” said Ranma.
The two walked in silence for a few moments, before Nabiki sighed.
“A Dom, Ranma, means dominant. It means someone who prefers control. A sub means a submissive, someone who likes being controlled.”
“Ah,” he said, scratching the base of his pigtail nervously. “Thanks.”
“Just don’t do that again,” she said, holding him from continuing on. “If you got questions, ask them, and I’ll try and answer them. I’ll help you, Ranma, but only if you let me. And trust me; we need to help each other here.”
“Got you,” he said, pulling her into a hug. Yeah, they needed to support each other. If there was any chance of them making it out of this, the one thing he learned from Akane’s injury was that he couldn’t do it all alone. Together, they had the best shot of coming out on top.
Nothing could ruin this moment, he thought, Nabiki’s scent reaching his nose as he considered letting go of his restraint and massaging her ass.
Sadly, he should have known not to tempt Fate. He was Ranma Saotome after all.
Drop!
The duo paused, as Ranma stared into the sky. He could have sworn he felt…
Drip!
“Aw, shit,” he muttered, as he grabbed Nabiki, lifting her up into his arms, and making a mad dash down the street, looking for anything that would provide shelter from what he knew was coming. That was why it was so dark; storm clouds were moving in.
Rain was falling on Pewtit, splattering about the street. A wall of drops seemed to appear, rapidly advancing on the duo seeking shelter from the elements. Finally, Ranma spotted an overhang, large enough for them to hopefully stay sheltered from the onslaught of the rain. He had been having a great time with Nabiki and didn’t want his Jusenkyo curse ruining it.
Nabiki was just having fun. Sure, her privates hurt, given the … vigorous activities from before. The nap had helped with her strength, but it had also cut off the numbing effects the endorphins had given her. Ranma had come through, he had both made love to her and fucked her raw. And she was paying for it now, more so as she was being jostled as her lover ran to avoid the rain, only added to her slight discomfort.
But she wouldn’t trade that moment for anything in the world.
“Almost there,” mumbled Ranma, racing against the advancing wall of falling water. “Almost…almost…almost…
“Made it!” Ranma exclaimed, stopping quickly before running both himself and Nabiki into the wall.
His eyes opened wide though. His last remark … had sounded sort of high.
“Nice try, Ranma,” smirked Nabiki, as she felt two new additions to her lover’s chest. Smiling, she used her left hand and poked Ranma’s right breast. “Ah, this takes me back.”
“Damn it,” muttered the pigtailed girl, gently setting down her lover so Nabiki could stand under her own power.
Nabiki just giggled. “Calm down, Ranma,” she said, as she looked at the rain, now falling a little more gently. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you as a girl before,” she finished, putting her hand outside the protection of the overhang, allowing the rain to hit her hand. “I wonder … would it be okay to play in the rain,” she mused.
“Huh?” Ranma asked, before blinking. Come to think of it, Nabs and I did play in the rain that one time. Course, that was before it got too damned bitter, she growled. They had explained about why the rain was now bitter, something about acid-wear and some business in China. Damn, I knew I shoulda been paying attention.
“I used to enjoy playing in the rain,” Nabiki said with a smile. “Mom made me stop because of the acid rain. Said it was destroying my hair.” Smiling, Nabiki stood out in the rain, opening her mouth to catch some drops.
“No acid here,” she said with a smile. It probably meant there was a difference in what passed for industry on this world. It would require a little more research, since all she had read up on was the past of this world and her test preparations last night to become a Tamer.
“Really?” blinked Ranma, as she held out her hands, allowing some rain water to gather before drinking it. Her eyes shot open wide in surprise. That was definitely better than some of the water she’d had on her training trip—her Father didn’t always believe in things like canteens, especially when he could pawn them or steal hers.
Man, this trip was opening her eyes. She really, really needed to give the panda a severe beatdown when she got back. Not only did he steal the money meant for Nabiki, not only did he keep her from learning about sex—that it was very, very nice!!!—but he made her life difficult on purpose just to make his easier. Hmm, maybe I can get the Old Ghoul in on this… She’d love to mess with the Old Man!
Smiling, Nabiki closed her eyes, allowing the rain to wash over her face. She felt freer than she had in a long time. She didn’t feel like the Ice Queen anymore, a large chunk of those barriers forever destroyed by Ranma when they made love to her. And now … she felt free of her old self. She felt as giddy as … well, a freshly laid schoolgirl.
Hmm, perhaps it explained a few of the smiles she witnessed in school.
A devilish smile forming, she lashed out, grabbing Ranma’s hands, and pulled the petite redhead into the rain.
“Nabiki!” gasped Ranma as the Tendo girl pulled her close and began dancing with her in the rain.
“Remember when we did this?” Nabiki asked, as they danced close together, moves resembling a quickened slow dance.
“Y-yeah,” said Ranma. While she enjoyed being close to Nabiki now, being so as a girl was … odd.
Nabiki paused in their dance as she looked down at the redhead in her arms. She could see the apprehensiveness in Ranma's face. “Ranma?”
“Y-yes?”
Using her right hand, she tilted the redhead’s face upward. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Huh?” asked Ranma, confusion evident on her rain-slicked face.
“It doesn’t matter,” said Nabiki with a smile. “It doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or a girl, you’re still you, still Ranma, still the same person a young little Nabiki Tendo fell in love with.
“Of course, you had way more common sense back then.”
“Thank—hey! What’s that supposed to—mmRPH!”
Nabiki decided to silence those thoughts by silencing those lips with her own. Was it still love? Was she in love with the little boy Ranma was all those years ago? Was there something more for them now?
Who cared? She didn’t know what life had in store for them here in this parallel Earth. But she knew she felt an attraction to the gender-changing martial artist. Perhaps it could be more, perhaps not.
That was the problem with Ranma’s love interests: they all insisted that it be on their terms, their desires.
Nabiki for once … and only for Ranma, was going to let it go and let things make their own course. If it worked out, so be it. If not, then they would know that too.
But for now, she was only concerned about showing her adoration for the sexy lithe thing in her arms, and with her tongue in the redhead’s mouth.
Ranma was always better to understand things after a demonstration. Now she could truly enjoy this moment, even the rain was stopping. Nothing would ruin this!
She should have known better than to tempt Fate.
Clyde Bills was not your standard Tamer. Unlike many Tamers, he did fail his first attempt to get his license. Where say … Ash Sexum missed his test due to being poisoned by Gary Stroak, Clyde failed it because he had been too busy dreaming of fucking exotic pokégirls to remember he should have first filled out the exam. If that hadn’t been bad enough, what the examiners caught him doing during the exam more than gave them an excuse to bounce him from it.
It took a whole year before he could take the test again—not because of their schedule, but because none of the examiners wanted to be in the same room with some brat that had no problems with touching himself in public. But during that time, Clyde did everything he could to become stronger, faster, tougher. In the end, he wanted to be able to ensure he wouldn’t be one of the sixty percent of Tamers who never survived the first three-to-five years of being a Tamer. He certainly didn’t want to be one of the saps that retired before thirty, stuck with only three girls at most. No, he was going to be a Tamer till the day he died—he hoped of severe old age and during a Taming Session with the Legendary Hild whom he broke and made his sex toy. He was going to travel the globe, fucking human females and pokégirls alike, a new body in his bed every night, something you couldn’t get if you became some lame Breeder.
Of course, luck was not going his way at the moment. He had lost his Alpha to some prick on the way to Pewtit, since he lacked the funds to pay the standard challenge fee—she put on a smile as the guy took her, but he could tell she was upset. After all, why would she rather go with a skinny Tamer when they could have a buff stud like him?
Needless to say, while Clyde may have been physically fit, mental fitness was lacking in key areas. One does not speak of what he plans to do to exotic pokégirls while Taming his Alpha. One does not buy tons of useless stuff for a journey, thus leaving no money in case they lost the first battle they came across. They do not spend five minutes talking down to said challenge after issuing the challenge, claiming how they were soon to be defeated by a man who would soon become legend.
But his former Alpha would tell you that he was lacking in other areas aside from Common Sense, such as his Taming Tool was nowhere near as large as he believed it to be, nor was he as skilled in wielding it as he believed as well.
So now he was walking through the streets of Pewtit, bemoaning his luck, and wishing one of the damned stores had been open on his arrival so that he could made return something for some money to get a new pokégirl. Hell, the Pokécenter wouldn’t let him in because he technically wasn’t a Tamer, not when he didn’t have a pokégirl. And if he couldn’t stay there, that meant he was stuck in his tent outside of town. Add to that the fact a feral pokégirl had raided his food stores—minus the fact said food stores had been sat outside of his backpack while he took a nap in his freshly erected tent was forgotten—and he was now cold, wet, and hungry. He just needed a sign things would get better.
Clyde Bills smiled as he spotted the two human swapping spit. Thousand Gods, two honest-to-Sukebe human females making out before him! This was a sign of the heavens, a blessing for his journey! It was like seeing a Legendary your first day as a Tamer.
But unlike a Legendary, you could catch human females. “Hey, ladies,” he said, as smoothly as he could. Hell, he figured it was already a done deal: him such a stud and the two human females already so hot and raring to go.
Nabiki growled slightly, her lips still pressed against Ranma’s own. WHAT THE HELL IS WITH MY LUCK? she asked mentally. Now she knew how Ranma felt half the time: as if the very Gods themselves were out just to fuck with you.
“Might I interest you fine ladies in joining me for the evening?” he spoke, trying to entice them with what he felt was overwhelming charm.
“Go … away,” growled Nabiki. Damn it! She was getting to be closer to Ranma, to show them that it didn’t matter if Ranma was a man or women, cursed or uncursed. She cared for Ranma for who they were, not whether they had a dick or breasts. It had been hard enough to get that kiss, and after all that work, after tasting those lips of the new form, after spending but a short moment contemplating the differences between kissing the two forms, some damned fucking dick decided to butt in!
Clyde just blinked. They … were turning him down? They weren’t lesbians, were they? Hell, if they were, surely his manliness would convert them away from rug-munchers. That sort of stuff was only fine when a real man could watch and perhaps participate if he was resting between sessions. “But surely you ladies would enjoy an evening with me,” he said with what he hoped was a winning smile. Hell, the rack on the redhead alone—
CR-RACK!
Clyde’s face paled as he felt the gentle nip of a whip narrowly miss impacting his precious cargo—his privates.
“Leave now,” growled out Nabiki, coiling the whip back around her arm. “Don’t make me get any angrier.”
“YES MA’AM!” he squealed, as he ran away.
Snorting, Nabiki reattached the whip to her belt. If these males were the best this world had to offer, it was no wonder those girls at the police station had been willing to grab some sexual comforting with Ranma.
Of course, that could explain why everyone wanted to bed the Wild Horse. It was definitely worth the ride.
“Okay … wow,” said Ranma, staring at the middle Tendo sister. Who knew Nabiki had that in her. “I’m impressed.”
“Don’t be,” said a slightly embarrassed Nabiki. “I was aiming for his feet.”
Shaking her head, she looked back at her lover. “Well, that poor man’s Kuno ruined the mood, the rain’s already stopped, and we could both use a shower. I say we head back and jump into the furo before we have dinner. I’m sure Cyan is salivating at the chance for a fashion show for her beloved Tamer.”
Blushing slightly, Ranma nodded as well. She had all but forgot that she was planning to Tame the dark cat-type that night. I know I’m not freaking out around them anymore, she thought. When Cyan had hugged her—then him—after and during shopping, she hadn’t once acted afraid. Come to think of it, that hug hadn’t felt bad at all. Maybe something happened to her to make the cat-type girls not seem … so evil.
Smiling, Nabiki grabbed her lover’s hand and started off. “Come on, hot stuff; I’ll get your back if you get mine,” she said with a sultry smile.
“N-N-Nabiki?” stuttered Ranma.
“Oh, drop it,” said Nabiki. “I care for you, no matter if you’re a guy or a girl, and I don’t care who knows it,” she stated loudly.
Ranma just followed, blushing deeply. But Nabiki’s words … they put a smile on her face. Acceptance no matter what…
Nabiki didn’t know it, but that was the moment Ranma declared that no matter what, two things would happen. The first was that she’d scour this world to find the Hello Kitty Binder Nabiki had wanted as a kid—this was some other Earth, so there had to be at least one here.
The second? When they got home, she was so going to kick the panda’s ass.
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