If there was one thing Ranma really had no use for, it was malls. To him, it was just a big, tall marketplace that took up space which was once either a good forest or ample housing. Yet, Britanny liked them, and he couldn’t fault her for that. It was to her as a training ground was to Ranma himself.
Hence why the pigtailed martial artists was ‘learning’ to deal with malls. Sitting in a chair inside the back area of the swimwear store, he awaited his slave to come out of the dressing room. “Bored, bored, bored, oh so bored, bored...” Ranma grumbled to himself as he kicked his legs back and forth in front of him, the space beneath the chair and back wall.
It was then that the voice of his slave brought him back to the present. “A little snug but this one’s a potential candidate for suit number one!” she pushed the curtain aside and stepped out.
With the sound of the curtain’s rings sliding along the metal pole atop, Ranma turned his head... and his jaw dropped.
Turning about to face her young owner, Britanny smirked as she saw the look on his face. “What do you think?” she questioned him curiously, although she had an inkling as to what he thought.
Ranma just gaped as he stared at the woman in the pink bikini top and thong in the back, the piece having a strip of material around the waist which allowed Britanny to have covering above her tail even as the appendage itself was above the actually waistband of the bottom.
Realizing she wasn’t going to get a verbal answer out of him, the werecheetah decided to continue with her search for a bathing suit. “Hmm... let’s give it the test,” Britanny mumbled—more to herself than Ranma—as she adjusted herself in the outfit. She then began to jump up and down to see if anything popped. “Not bad!” She crowed as she started to get some movement, seeing and feeling as her top held beautifully.
His haw hanging, the pigtailed martial artist could only sit there and watch, mesmerized as her junk flopped about. “I... I... uh...” the raven-haired youth gawked for a moment as he just stared over the woman. “You’re... very pretty...” he finally managed to say, internally thanking the kami for not letting him stick his foot in his mouth by saying something that could he construed into something far worse.
“Oh, thank you!” The werecheetah chimed, giving him a smile as she continued to work the bathing suit... right up to where it tore with a very audible ripping sound.
*RRRRIIIIIIP*!
The Lycanthrope’s hands reached back behind her suddenly. “Aw, fudge!” She growled in annoyance as she felt tear in the back, knowing how it would show off her ass. Not to mention she was pretty sure that the store might institute a ‘you break it, you bought it’ policy. She did not want to start things off by having to make her owner pay out of his own pocket for something that would be useless to their needs.
Fortunately for Ranma, the werecheetah was facing him so he didn’t see her goods. However, realizing what HAD happened was making him blush quite a bit. “Uh... it’s okay, Brit. There’s still others, right?”
Growling in annoyance, the cheetah lycan nodded her head in agreement. “Okay. We’ll try swimsuit number two,” she replied as she walked backwards back into the dressing room she was using. The sound of clothing shifted could be heard before there was a pause of silence. Said silence was finally broken with a shout of, “GAH! This one’s practically trying to merge with my cooch!”
Ranma went stiff at hearing that, a bit of blood trailing down his nose. “Any chance I can see?” His eyes widened. No! He hadn’t just asked that of her, had he?
His hopes were dashed as Britanny stuck her head out from the side of the curtain and the wall of the dressing room. She smirked at him deviously before teasing, “So you want to peek, huh?”
“ACK!” Ranma cried out in shock, his pigtail standing up being his head. “I, I, I didn’t mean it!” He yelped out fearfully. “REALLY!”
Raising an eyebrow, the werecheetah questioned, “Are you suuure? Because you can...” she said, voice trailing off.
“Huh?” The pigtailed man gasped, eyes going wide. No, no way! She couldn’t possibly mean that... could she?
The heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts got his answer when the golden-furred Lycanthrope pushed the curtain aside suddenly and stepped out with another swimsuit. “TA-DAH!”
Understandably, Ranma face-faulted; the teenager falling forward out of his chair and slamming face-first into the lightly carpeted floor.
Raising a hand to her face, Britanny tried to stifle the giggle she knew was trying to come free from her lips. While she knew she shouldn’t be pushing him like this, she couldn’t help herself. Teasing him was fun and it allowed her to vent and relax a little after her long term stay at the ‘kennels’.
On the floor in a twitching heap, Ranma couldn’t believe what he saw. “S-so tight...” he gasped. Reaching up with an arm, he tried to pull himself up to the chair again. Yes it was tight, and outlined her well but...well, it obviously wasn’t what he meant by peek.
Turning about, Britanny went back into the dressing room, closing the curtain behind her once more.
Slowly crawling off of the floor, the Asian martial artist pushed himself back into the chair. “She’s trying to kill me... I swear, she’s trying to kill me...” he grumbled irritably. Kami, she was sexy! He may not have gotten a chance to really look at women before but he wasn’t blind. And that fact he’d be seeing her often because of his ownership made him wonder if he’d survive this master-slave relationship at all!
Finally, the curtain drew itself to the side once more. When Britanny came out again, she was dressed in yet a third swimsuit; a green two piece a blue vertical stripe going down the center of the bikini bottom. “Ngh!” The werecheetah grumbled in discomfort. “A little tight... but I think this one might do after some adjust-”
*KER-SNAP*!
“Gah!” The werecheetah cried out in shock as the top broke and rocketed forward. Her furry mammaries were suddenly on display for a moment before she threw her arms over her chest. “Damn it!”
Pulling the bikini top off of his face, Ranma sighed. This was going to take awhile. Handing the item back to her, he had to wonder why? Oh why? WHY did he have to have a slave that was so... beautiful!
As he handed the broken top back to the Lycan, the raven-haired youth took several calming breaths. He was relatively sure he didn’t want to suffer a painful death by an exploding heart or severe blood loss.
Pausing, he also directed a cold glare at his crotch. You are so not helping at the moment!
Unfortunately, the damned thing refused to respond. Much like Pops with control over their cash, nothing he wanted mattered. Damned thing would just do whatever it wanted to do, damned the consequences, and more than likely, he’d end up paying for it later.
Sure, in the back of his mind, Britanny was his “Full Use” Slave of the Malmuk variety, owned lock-stock and barrel... the fact of the matter was she was anything BUT a slave in mind, maintaining her personality. She was still who she was BEFORE she had been put through all the treatments and processing.
Yes, that was WHY Lycanthropes were such rare slaves and why having one was such a status-symbol. Their toxic immunity made them damn-near impervious to all the genetic tinkering of the government and their specialists... in nearly all cases, unless a lycanthrope chose to be a slave, it was pretty damn rare to see one in anyone’s employ.
“Almost... GOT... IT!” he heard her growl inside the changing room.
*PING*!
*WHAM*!
*BONG*!
Slowly looking up as he noticed the source of light above him shifting about, Ranma sighed as he saw a top now stuck on the light fixture, said fixture swinging about erratically. “I’m guessing too small,” the Japanese teenager muttered.
His werecheetah slowly stuck her head out from the curtains. “You think?” she growled, before withdrawing inside to try on the last outfit... before foraging for more.
Ranma nodded his head, accepting such. “Ah well, I made sure we got the biggest cup-size there so it should fi—”
*Ker~TEAR*!
“GODDAMN IT!” Britanny cursed from within the changing room.
Lowering his face into his hands and burying it, Ranma groaned against his palms. He could already hear the voice of his old man chewing him out for all the broken bathing suits.
“Uh, excuse me, sir. Is everything all right?”
Oh wait, that wasn’t his old man... it was too polite!
Raising his head, the man turned to look to his right. Seeing the blue-haired saleswoman standing there, he sighed. “Sorry about this...” he apologized.
The woman blinked her eyes once, twice. “Pardon me?” she questioned.
“My Slave,” Ranma said, pointing up to the lighting fixture. “I’ll pay for the damages,” he told her, his tone one of a kicked puppy seeking redemption.
A sweat-drop trailed down the side of the woman’s head. “Why would your slave be busting out of her bathing suits?”
“She’s seven-foot, muscular, buxom and a werecheetah,” the pigtailed martial artist replied with a long-suffering sigh.
“Ah!” the saleswoman nodded, before pausing. “Wait. She’s what?” she asked, not believing her ears.
“I said she’s seven-foot, muscular, buxom and a werecheetah,” Ranma repeated himself.
Blinking her eyes, the woman looked him up and down, causing the male to feel like he was being looked at like Pops leered at a freshly cooked steak.
“Master, why do I smell fear?” Brittany asked from inside the dressing room, putting on her original outfit to go hunting for more outfits to slaughter try on.
“...Nothing!” Ranma yelped. “Nothing’s wrong, Cheetah... just... just... um... er...” he blinked his eyes as an idea hit him like a bolt of lightning. “AH! I was just requesting you some help!” he laughed, a little too hysterically as he looked at the now sweat-dropping saleswoman. “Miss?”
The blue-tressed woman blinked her eyes once, twice. “Yes?”
“Do you have anything with a bit more ‘stretch’? Nothing fits Cheetah and she’s just pickin’ stuff that, while looks good, isn’t very practical for Mud Wrestling!” he practically blurted out. “Any chance you can help her?”
“...Mud wrestling?” the woman asked curiously.
“Yes,” Ranma mumbled, head down in embarrassment, hoping the saleswoman wasn’t angry at him for doing such to his slave.
Sadly for him, the woman found his embarrassment at making his slave do such, combined with his effort to at least not only dress said slave but dress her in something that fit, to be very cute. “We do,” the blunette purred happily, and not just because of her possible commission and certainly not because she was part cat—she wasn’t. “It’s in our outdoors and adventure section, with the other sporting wear.”
“Ah!" Ranma said in reply, perking up considerably. He turned to the dressing room and inquired, “Did you hear her, Cheetah?”
“Yeah, I heard her Ran—Master!” the werecheetah called out as she opened the curtain, drawing it back. Standing there in the one piece, the feline lycanthrope looked down at the saleswoman, noting the name of ‘Ami’. “Hey there! Do you know where I can find some good stuff to wear, Ami?”
Ami nodded, tearing herself away from a naughty daydream about what such a male might have in his pants—both under the buttons and in the wallet—to pull off owning a Lycan. “We have some spandex-like outfits in the other side of the store, near the biking products. Just look for the bicycle display and you can’t miss it.”
“Okay,” Brittany smiled, as she took off at what she felt was a snail’s pace—meaning about average for a normal human and not likely to sweep up the other merchandise in her wake.
Ranma sighed as he watched Britanny walk off, lead by the woman. Doing his best to relax, the human pressed the back of his head to the wall. Kami-sama! What a day! If he was already getting THIS aroused from simply seeing her dressed so skimpy, he didn’t even want to think of the rest of his and/or her life was going to go!
Closing his eyes, Ranma decided maybe a short nap bout of meditation was in order.
Slowly, he started to lose himself to the world around him... however, before he was free to dream the dreams of the sleepy.
“Hello~Ooooo!” a female voice piped up, shocking him out of his sleep. “May I help you with anything?”
Opening his right eye, Ranma looked at the blonde woman with a red ribbon in her hair. He suppressed a shudder as this ‘Minako’—if her name badge was accurate—stared at him with intensity even greater than Ami’s!
“...I hate my life...” he grumbled aloud
“Huh?” asked the bubbly blond. “Are you feeling okay? Depressed? In need of companionship? Happy ending?”
That gave the pigtailed martial artist pause. “...Wait... what?” Ranma asked, blinking his eyes in confusion.
“I asked if you needed help perusing the merchandise while we have a sale going on,” she replied easily.
“Nah, no thanks,” Ranma stated. “Just waiting for Brit to get some more items to try on,” he finished.
“...Oh...” Minako said, her smile dimming a bit. “Let me guess... girlfriend?” Oh why, WHY were all the good ones either taken, gay, or Dark Generals?
The Japanese teen blinked his eyes once, twice. “Um... slave, actually,” Ranma replied nervously. Some women from his experience didn’t take some guys owning a slave too well.
“...Really!?” Minako brightened considerably, doing a quick check and confirming: no wedding band or tan suggesting one.
“Yeah, really...” the pigtailed martial artist replied. He suppressed a shiver as there seemed to be sparkles in the girl’s eyes.
Yep, like he said before, hated his life.
Seriously, he really did. Outside of Britanny, he was beginning to think life sucked so much that even this tournament he was supposed to enter was going to suck...
Man, he sure as hell hoped that he’d get to face some decent opponents. He needed to blow off some steam!
“Akane,” Nabiki said slowly as she got ready for work, getting into her uniform. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to enter that tournament.”
“...Why not?” Akane said, holding the newspaper with the article that held her attention. “Do you see the prize money they’re offering!? If I win, I could finally get the Dojo out of debt and you could stop working for that jerk Kuno and...” she shuddered.
Nabiki opened her mouth to respond, before slowly closing it. True, she hated working for Kuno. But did she want to explain to her sister just what was required for the challenge she wanted to sign up for?
Or would it be more fun to watch her find out when it was too late to withdraw.
Hmm... decisions, decision...
“Well, perhaps we can see what you might like,” Minako continued, grabbing his right hand—and to his amazement—pulling him from the chair by the dressing rooms and off into the store, towards ... MEN’S APPAREL.
“Wuh-WHAT!?” Ranma yelped as the blonde caught him off-guard and dragged him out of his seat. “But I don’t need any fancy clothes! I’m just gonna be fighting is all!” the raven-haired teenager cried as the blonde that seemed to refuse to take no for an answer dragged him off, his protests falling upon deaf ears.
A huge grin on her face, Minako turned to look over her shoulder. :Never fear!” the cried woman proclaimed, leading him into the forbidden land—no man wanted to be caught dead near some of those styles and labels... unless he was metro or as Pops called them, ‘whipped’. “I have never met a customer who didn’t like the outfits I helped them find and purchase! And we here will even help make sure the fit is perfect by helping you try them on!”
“...What?” he asked, paling slightly.
“We’re really hands-on here at... um... this store!” she replied, having forgotten exactly what the store’s name was.
It was her first week after all.
Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. “You mean ‘Slaves and Nobles’?” It was his first time at the store and even he remembered what it was called!
“RIGHT!” the exuberant blonde proclaimed. “Here at Slaves and Nobles, we provide the finest quality merchandise to both dom and whipping post!”
“You mean, ‘Master and Slave’,” Ami corrected her sales associate.
“GAH!” the blue-eyed blonde yelped at having been caught. “Ah-Ami! What’re you doing here!?”
Motioning over to the werecheetah, the blunette explained, “I’m helping her find clothes for an upcoming tournament in the outdoors and adventure section... what’re you doing with him?” she inquired, her hand moving over to motion towards Ranma.
“...Helping him get ready for his own tournament of course!” the blonde yelped out, feeling like Usagi did that time her mother caught her with her hand in the cookie jar...... and then shipped her off to be brainwashed, tumble dried.
Well, she was sure she was fine. Certainly Usagi had found a kind, gentle owner...
“Lick better, slut!”
“Y-yes, Mistress Rei-chan!”
“That’s Mistress Firestar, worm!”
*Whip-CRACK*!
“EEK! S-sorry, Mistress Firestar!”
“Less talking, more boot-licking, slut-bunny!”
Yes, things would be better for Usagi-chan...
Britanny just smiled, holding up a large pile of clothes. “Lookie!” she chirped. “It’s even on sale: Buy Four, Get one half off!!”
At the sight of what the werecheetah was holding, Ranma sweat-dropped. “But we only needed one swimsuit for you, maybe two in case one gets damaged.”
“Oh, I know that,” Britanny replied. “But since it’s a sale, and we want to get the best deal, I have to do what is right and get myself three more outfits so we can apply for the savings! Aren’t I being a good slave, Master?”
Yep... he could already hear his old man throwing a fit over this. The griping... the whining... the bitching like an old biddy...
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma looked over his shoulder and to the woman who’d been dragging him just moments before. “Uh, excuse me... Minako, right?”
Smiling, the girl happily replied, “Yes?”
“Why are you groping my ass?” was the Heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Art’s legitimate question.
“...I’m simply getting a feel for your size so I know what to better look for!” was Minako's rehearsed reply. Kami knew she’d tried it on a few guys this week already; seemed to work two out of three times she tried it. The other one times... well, no straight guy had a fashion sense that good. And that one guy from that group; who did he think he was fooling by claiming to be straight?
The blunette’s eyebrow just twitched in irritation. Not only was Minako poking her nose into Ami’s sales commission, but she was hitting on the guy Ami wanted to ‘feel up’ for future business. Damn it! She wanted first dibs!
“...Oh... okay,” Ranma replied, taking her word for it—he’d never been in this store before anyhow, so maybe that was how they did things in ‘The Mall’. Taking a deep breath, he mentally debated about going for the sale.
Then he compared it to the whining from his Old Man.
“Go for it.”
Hey, anything that pissed off his Old Man had to be the right thing, didn’t it?
Her eyes shimmering, a look of pure joy graced the werecheetah’s features. “You... you mean it, Master?”
Nodding his head firmly, Ranma told her, “Go for it. I mean, hey? What’s the worse that could happen?”
“You could become derelict in sales and our bosses could take you to be a slave to pay off your debts,” Ami replied. She then smiled as she explained, “But we know you wouldn’t be in that situation. After all I’m sure someone like you has money...” she replied, trying to get to know the man better more subtly than Minako had been.
Ranma just nodded with a smile. After all, he’d been damned good at hiding money from his father... and acquiring it legally... and hiding any funds his father acquired.
Genma looked at his open wallet... and blinked. “...Didn’t I have more than five-hundred Yen?” he muttered, looking about. Someone must have picked his pocket... and put the wallet back. Yes! Absolutely!
Now... what bar wasn’t he banned from and would the owner have a daughter he was trying to pair off with someone for an extra shot of sake?
Pulling out his wallet, Ranma opened it and held it out to the two sales girls. “Is this enough?”
Pity Ranma never counted what his Old Man had gotten, just took it in the shadows and told by touch if it was actually real currency. As such, he didn’t know that before being tossed from the last bar he visited, Genma had paid a quick visit to the ATR, (Automatic Teller Register) and made a withdrawal.
Staring at the numerous Yen Notes in his hand, Minako could only mumble in a tiny awed whisper of, “He’s rolling in the Prime Ministers...”
Nodding her head, Ami decide that yes... to get such a nice guy as a sugar daddy benefactor to financing her college education was an absolute must!
Minako yelped as she found herself on the floor, having been bumped out of the way by the Senshi of Mercury who had replaced her in groping the beefcake’s rump roast.
“...And why are YOU grabbing my ass now?” Ranma asked curiously.
“Minako is right,” the blunette proclaimed in a serious tone. “We need to do our best to make sure we get you the right size!”
The Lycan slave just blinked her eyes at this turn of events, considering the angles.
Good news: she got so many new outfits!
Bad news: damned skanks were hitting on her Master!
Now as a slave, she knew she shouldn’t have an opinion one way or the other. However, she wasn’t a normal slave by any standards. As such, she decided to but into the conversation. “But Master; shouldn’t I try these on first to ensure they fit? If not, we may need to go find another store.”
And the werecheetah scored the double cock-block on the human bitches!
Blinking his eyes once, twice Ranma yelped in realization. “You’re right! The whole purpose of this trip was for you, not me...” he awarded Britanny with a smile. “Let’s get back to the dressing room and make sure the stuff will fit you! If you’re to win that mud wrestling tournament, you need to make sure there are no ‘wardrobe malfunctions’!”
Smiling with an expression that firmly stated, ‘I’m too goody-goody to have just shut down your game—NOT’ Britanny took his arm with her tail—the only appendage not supporting her weight or holding ‘the precious’—and escorted him back towards the dressing rooms.
Blinking, the two Senshi in civilian form just stared at the retreating duo.
“Did she just—”
“Yes, Mina-chan,” Ami stated firmly. “She did.”
“...Huh,” Minako replied. Shrugging, she took off after them in a slightly quick pace—which for her meant walking and not tripping over anything.
Hey! Wasn't like she was going to miss out on some prime beefcake just because his slave was possessive! Not to mention, the money wad he was carrying certainly didn’t lower her interest any!
In fact, it was said wad of cash that made Ami run after her.
“HEY!” Minako shouted as the blunette kept up with her. “I thought you said you were too busy to try dating because you’re saving up for college!” she shouted accusingly at the woman she saw as a potential rival to the source of fresh manliness.
“I am,” Ami admitted. “But college is DAMNED expensive... and if someone like him has that kind of money on hand AND has a lycanthrope slave?” she grinned. “Shit, I think paying for my books won't even make a noticeable dent to his interests!”
“...Did you just say ‘shit’?” Minako asked, not believing her friend had a vocabulary above PG-13. Damn Ami and her caring mother, which would prevent Minako from having her dearest friend have a similar ‘change of heart’ like Usagi had had thanks to the pony-tailed blonde’s own mother.
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