“Oh, Ranma always wanted a sibling,” smiled Kasumi, enjoying the family reunion. She idly wondered if the fact that the pigtailed martial artist now had a brother would mean she could get a double-penetrated sooner than she had anticipated. After that dream she had, she was raring to try such out...
Although she had to wonder... why her sister was twitching? It was as if she knew something about the young gentleman that crashed a large, armored RV into her favorite cock that she didn’t.
“At last!” Nodoka cooed happily, giggling in delight as she had Ranma-kun to her right tit and her Ashy-poo to her left. “I’m finally reunited with everyone important to me!”
Pushing his hands against his mother’s body, Ash managed to pull his face away enough to get a much-needed breath of air. “But mom,” he piped up. “What about dad?”
“Yep...” Nodoka sighed happily, keeping Ranma to her breast and pulling Ash back to her other one, both boys flailing their arms. “Everyone important...”
Twitching as she stared at the sight, Nabiki brought her right hand to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and avert an oncoming migraine. She so needed a drink right now. “Well, it looks like we’ve met this world’s analogue of Ranma’s mother...”
The Salusian of Imperial Birth just stared as the woman’s hands moved down to both her sons’ asses, molesting the poor boys as she held them tightly too her. “...Yeesh... I guess she’s a real pervert here, huh?” She whispered over to the middle Tendo sister.
Lowering her hand, the girl with a pageboy haircut sighed, the sound filled with despair. “In all honesty, probably not by much...”
Squirming for freedom, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts broke free from the woman’s hold a bit. “Ack! Puh-please! A little air... Mom?” Ranma asked, both in that he wanted to be let go and that he wanted to verify that this was his mother’s analogue of this world.
That and that it was damn freaky being THIS close to his Mother's tit! And the groping didn’t help either!!
Letting go of her little Ash, Nodoka’s hand moved up to underneath Ranma’s left armpit while the hand she had on her elder son’s ass moved up to underneath his right one. Giggling excitedly, she lifted him up into the air a bit, twirling him around as she spun in place. “It’s you! I can’t believe it, but it’s you Ranma-honey! Oh, I never thought I'd see you again!!” She shrieked as she suddenly held her son tightly to her, his face pressed into her cleavage.
Yelping in surprise, the pigtailed youth could barely comprehend how happy-go-lucky this version of his mother was... or that she was strong enough to lift him! “Whoa! Whoooa! Muh-mom put me down! Whoooooooa! Lemme down, I’m getting’ dizzy!”
Staring as the woman continued to spin her master friend around, the blonde skunk-girl had trouble accepting what was happening before her. “...I think he’s freaking out...” Asrial said slowly, trying to get the older woman’s attention and failing miserably.
“No shit,” Nabiki deadpanned. Yep, she definitely needed some Wild Titty Whiskey.
Smiling at the delightful exchange between mother and son, Cyan placed her hand on Nabiki’s shoulder. “I think it's sweet. Look how happy they are.”
Her left eye twitching, the middle Tendo sibling grumbled, “No, but I will admit that one is anyway...”
Watching as his mother giggled happily as she continued to spin his brother around, Ash pushed himself back to his feet. Bringing his hands to his front, the young Ash Sexum wiped of the front of his shirt. “Better him than me,” he mumbled.
The Tomboy smirked in a rather devious manner. “Oh, I don’t know...” she said in an almost decisively scathing manner. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
A shudder going up his spine, the young Sexum turned about on his pokégirl. “Cut it out, Misty!” He snapped at her. The Thousand Gods knew how traumatized he was from his years growing up with that woman as his only parent. It was not something he took lightly.
His eyes spinning in little swirls, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer groaned. He really was getting out of shape if something like this was affecting him but he would allow perhaps it was all the stress of the day helping such unease along. “Mom...” he groaned. “Please, can you just let me go? It’s hard enough to breath like this..." Ranma rasped out as.
“What?” Nodoka blinked her eyes as she realized how she was holding him to her. “Oh! Forgive me, my manly son. I’m just SO happy to see you again...” she said as she let him back down onto his feet, the boy’s legs wobbly for a moment. “It’s quite lucky that your brother found you, isn’t it?”
That was enough to help snap through most of the youth’s dizzy spell. “My brother?” Ranma asked, looking up at her with a dumbfounded expression across his face. While he was annoyed to have been hit by a large RV... the fact that he had a brother here did stand out in his mind.
Smiling, Nodoka just waved over to the other youth standing by the redheaded Tomboy.
Looking over at the somewhat gangly youth, Ranma could see there was potential in him... his frame at least. The little loudmouth was arguing with the flat-chested girl... so he guessed perhaps there was some family resemblance. Getting stuck with argumentative girls must’ve been genetic. Although he had to wonder, why was Nabiki twitching as she stared at the guy that was obviously his brother?
Then again he could be some book or TV reference or some sort of other character that she knew of... only the kami knew how much Anime she watched and manga that she’d read, so while his appearance rang no bells with him, he had a feeling it did with her.
Slowly, the pigtailed martial artist straightened out his outfit, dusting himself off as he addressed his still smiling mother. “So ah I got a brother huh? …Boy, time flies I... guess...” he trailed off as he stared at his mother. Holy crap, that kimono she was wearing had a LOW cut! He didn’t think his mother had that much cleavage!!
Nodoka nodded her head in agreement with her son. "Yes. Ash was born when you were still too young to remember and...” she frowned. “Your father didn't feel he was worthy of the name Saotome and left us, taking you with him. That asshole.”
Akane blinked her eyes. While she’d been shocked by the interaction between mother and son... what stood out in her mind the most was, “You actually HATE Genma?”
Nodding her head firmly, Nodoka grumbled, “You got that right.” Sighing, she leaned forward and hugged her son Ranma tightly. “He took you from me, the bastard. But I have you back now and we’ll be the family we always should have been!”
Hearing that, the pigtailed martial artist wasn’t sure how to feel but he had to admit, “At least we have a mutual hatred of Pops as a starter in common.”
“And how!” Nabiki, Akane and even Kasumi added. Even the eldest Tendo couldn’t bring herself to like her houseguest of the past year.
Smiling, the Sexum Matriarch told him, “Oh, I can’t wait to get to know you again, Ranma. We’ll have such a good time together. She looked towards her RV. “KINSHOU! AZALEA! Get your sexy butts out here! It’s Ranma!!”
“Ranma?” Came a voice by the open side door. A pokéwoman stepped out the side, dressed completely in leather and gear that denoted her as the Dominatrix breed. “Ranma’s here?” She looked around, eyes coming to a stop on the pigtailed male. “Wow! Look at him! He’s grown up to become quite a looker, Nodoka.”
“Uh... hi?” Ranma greeted, holding up a hand as he waved at her.
The pokéwoman grinned at him as she looked him over. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, young master.” She stepped out of the vehicle, a large WolfQueen exiting out from behind her. “Nice to see you turned out all right, despite your old man.”
Nodding her head in agreement, the Sexum Matriarch replied, “He did, he did...” Nodoka smiled widely as she asked Kinshou, “Can’t wait to get him in the sack, can you?” She giggled, ignoring the look of shock on her son’s face.
Seeing a look on his older brother’s face that he was far too-used to having on his own features, the staring Pokégirl Tamer shook his head. “...Better him than me...” Ash muttered to himself.
“Pussy,” Misty muttered. She snickered to herself at the hurt look on his face.
“You like to tease him, don’t you?” Kasumi asked the redheaded pokégirl, having made her way over to the two; eternal smile on her face.
Turning about, Misty looked over the woman in purple... and platform shoes... and fedora... however, her vision was draw to the large medallion around her neck. “...You’re an official P.I.M.P.?” She asked curiously, ignoring the squealing of her Tamer’s brother as the Dominatrix fondled him.
The eldest Tendo sister smiled prettily. “Why yes, my sisters and I just passed our tests today; I managed to attain a perfect score,” Kasumi answered without a single shred of haughtiness. Instead, her claim as to her score was handled in a more matter-of-fact way with a kind gentile tone. “However, I will admit it paid to understand the mentality of the test givers.” She giggled. “Because frankly, I’d never mistreat my pokégirls in such ways, but,” she grinned. “Well, a perfect score has perks.”
The young Tomboy whom wished she was some kind of Water-type blinked her eyes in shock. This woman was some piece of work!
Either not noticing or simply ignoring the shocked look on the younger woman’s face, the Tendo continued to speak. “You’re a lovely one. What’s your name?” Kasumi asked the pokégirl.
“Me? My name’s Misty. Misty Inuzuka,” the pokégirl replied, arms crossing over her chest. “My sisters are the Gym Leaders of the Cerulesbian Gym. I was going to be one too, until I Thresholded into a Tomboy. I was sent to a specialist to change me into another species of pokégirl, preferaby SOME sort of Water-type...” she thumbed over to Ash. “But I ended up being given to this schmuck as one of his Starter Pokégirls instead!”
“...Not like I wanted her as a Starter anyway...” Ash grumbled in annoyance. He needed to remember to tell his mom the next time Stroak showed up that the Professor touched him inappropriately. That would show that crazy old coot!
The eldest Tendo raised an eyebrow, ignoring the squeals of the pigtailed martial artist in the background. “Oh? So you two don’t get along? That’s sad. You both are young and seem to have chemistry”
“Chemistry? US!?” Both exclaimed with incredibly synch.
Smiling, Kasumi replied, “Well yes. I know we just met but I have an eye for this sort of thing...” the Tendo woman winked. “As for your pokégirl type, okay... so maybe you’re not a Water-Type but Tomboys have perks and you’re still cute as a button.” She leaned over and whispered, “If I was your Tamer... I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”
Misty blushed a bit, her face becoming rather flush with the compliment. “You know, I do come from Cerulesbian. There’s a reason that city is named such...” she whispered back to the woman meaningfully.
That made the woman clad in purple grin. “Hmm... maybe I can ask you and your Tamer to join me later, after I have a talk with some people...” she smirked deviously. “Or just you and me if all else fails,” Kasumi added with a soft blow into Misty’s ear.
Watching as her sister was hitting on someone else’s pokégirl, Nabiki slapped herself on the face in an effort to suppress a groan. Oh, how she wanted a drink so badly now... and she was going to get laid. Oh yes, the desire to throw Ranma down and ride the wild stallion was becoming the more prominent choice as tonight’s mode of stress relief.
Although she had to hope she WOULD get a turn, considering how Nodoka’s girls... and even the woman HERSELF seemed to be pawing Ranma. It was amazing that neither Akane nor Asrial were doing anything, but then as the most mercenary of the Tendo sisters looked at their faces... she realized they must have been in shock. Not often one witnesses a woman, arguably one hell of a MILF, molest their own blood-kin.
“Hmm...” Azalea sniffed Ranma’s hair as her hands massaged his shoulders. “Definitely Nodoka’s son. Your scent’s similar to both hers and Ash’s... but very, VERY masculine. I bet you make plenty of pokégirls happy.”
Chuckling nervously as numerous women felt him up, Ranma could only squeak out the reply, “Wuh-well I t-try...”
“He does,” Asrial managed to add if just to make sure nobody questioned Ranma’s ability on a reflex.
Hearing the Salusian say that, Kasumi just giggled.
The middle Tendo rolled her eyes. “Of course he does. I’ve got the sore hips to show for it!” Nabiki thought with a grimace.
Azalea smiled a little. “I just know Nodoka is going to let us get to know you better tonight...”
Nodding her head, the woman replied, “I am. I can’t wait to have his cock in my cunny; to feel his manliness plunder my depths like they haven’t been in years!”
Turning his head towards his mother, Ranma stared wide-eyed at the woman, horrified at what she’d just proclaimed. “...What?” He squeaked out in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course!” Nodoka replied with a large grin. “It’s been ages since I’ve last seen you! I want to know how my manly man fucks first hand!” She leaned forward and whispered huskily, “You can even treat me as a pokéwoman if you want...”
Biting on his lower lip, Ranma couldn’t help but whimper. No, no way. She had NOT just told him she wanted to have sex with him, did she!?
Unable to take such a perverted thing lying down, Akane finally spoke up to stand against what was just so wrong and indecent! “You just asked your son to fuck you!?” She shrieked.
Clapping her hands together, the only one of the group from another world that seemed excited about the aspect was the eldest Tendo. “Oh! If I may suggest something? Maybe you should get both your sons and you could have some time together?” That way, maybe she could get a chance to know that cute Misty.
The son of Nodoka Sexum turned to her with wide eyes. “Who’s side are you on!?” Ash shrieked with fear. He’d managed to go twenty-four hours without more sexual trauma! Why did she want to throw him back into the fire!?
Turning back to Ash, Kasumi replied, “The side of P.I.M.P.dom. That is a term, right?”
“The one who wants to test your sexually frustrated pokégirl...” Nabiki thought with annoyance. It seemed like once that woman had won the P.I.M.P. award, there was no stopping her.
Ash opened his mouth... then shut it. He had no real meaningful retort. After all, it wasn’t often a beginning Tamer got any tips or had an advanced student like a P.I.M.P. take interest in their well-being or at the very least their sex-life. “I’m going to be stuck with my mother until the Milkitits come home, aren’t I?” He asked with dread.
That phrase made Kasumi blink her eyes. “Milktits?” She blinked her eyes again before they widened in realization. “MILKTITS!” She shouted before turning back to the group. “Ranma! We need to get to the grocery store! I have to pick up my Milktits! I was supposed to go after the test but then the trouble with Asrial happened.” She bit her lip feeling impatience and anxiety build up within her. “Come one, we have to go! Oh, I do hope Mike is still there! I could get a deal on a couple of Fortune Farms Milktits if he is!”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the pigtailed martial artist’s self-preservation instincts kicked in. “Of course!” He shouted as he turned to his mother. “Mom, this is very important! I’ve gotta go with Kasumi! We don't want her to miss out on getting her a pair of good pokégirls!”
Realizing what they were doing, Nabiki joined in. “Right. I’ll go with you two. I mean, I am handling the finances, right? Asrial, stay with your master.” She turned to Cyan and Alice. “Okay you two, be good pussycats and take Akane back to the PokéCenter and...” she winced as she knew this was going to be trouble. “Lead Nodoka and her crew there too. We can catch up later but right now we need to get Kasumi her Milktits.”
“Wait!” Akane shrieked. “You’re going to leave me alone with them!?” How could her sisters just throw her to the wolves like this, and with the case of Nodoka’s pokéwoman Azalea, a LITERAL WOLF!?
“Oh, don’t worry," Kasumi was quick to speak up, not seeing anything wrong with leaving her sister in the care of a pair of perverted feline pokégirls nor in the loving hands of Nodoka and her harem. “They’ll look after you. You’re practically family!”
Realizing that perhaps Akane could use one person to help her stay sane, the middle Tendo sibling rescinded her previous statement. “Asrial? On second thought, can you stay with Akane as well?”
The Salusian of Imperial Birth turned about to face the woman with a pageboy haircut. “Uh... not really,” Asrial replied, a little nervous about being left with such a group. “But will it be fine for me to not be with Ranma?”
Nodding her head, Nabiki answered, “As long as you’re with one of us, I doubt anyone will throw a fuss.” She turned to the other two. “Now come on you two,” she grabbed Ranma and Kasumi’s hands. “Let’s go get some Milktits!”
“We’ll head to the PokéCenter and meet you all there!” Nodoka waved as she watched the young woman run off with her eldest son and that nice P.I.M.P. Tamer. Turning about towards the young woman in wheel-chair, she smiled as she asked, “So you like pokégirls, huh? Perhaps I can help you...”
Looking up at Nodoka with wide eyes, Akane whimpered.
“That was kind low, leaving Akane and Asrial with my mother...” Ranma said as he followed Nabiki across town, Kasumi keeping in step next to him.
Not bothering to look back, Nabiki replied, “Better her than us. Besides, Asrial’s with her. She should help sis keep her sanity...”
“We hope...” Ranma retorted. Sighing, he shook his head to clear it of his worries. “Mom doesn’t know that Akane’s...” he paused, trying to find a way to put it nicely. “Well... temperamental about this place.”
Nodding her head, the eldest Tendo sister was quick to justify, “Yes but your Mother’s always had a disarming aura with my sister. Maybe it will translate here as well.”
Although he wasn’t completely buying it, Ranma accepted the answer to ease his own guilt over the matter. “I... guess so.” He shook his head. As bad as he felt for his fiancée, he did not want to be left alone with her. “Oh man that was freaky... my own mother... wanting...” he shivered fearfully, unable to bring himself to finish the sentence.
A disgusted look came over the mercenary Tendo daughter’s features. “She does look hot for someone her age but yeah... still finding that type of incest is... weird.” Nabiki shuddered. She sure hoped to whatever kami were listening that if they met the Soun Tendo of this world that he wouldn’t be into any of this kind of crap. And she thought the vine bondage and tentacle rape was bad...
“You’re finding it weird?” Ranma questioned. “I’m the one that was on the receiving end of it! Do you know how... traumatizing that was?” He asked, voice rising in fearful pitch. “It was a nightmare!”
Rolling her eyes at her favorite piece of man-meat’s whining, the eldest Tendo shook her head. “Oh, that’s not traumatizing and hardly what I’d call a nightmare,” she told him as she continued to walk towards her destination. “I mean, it’s not like you were covered in K-Y Jelly and tossed into a pit of sexually-ravenous Nodokas.”
The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer tried to repress a shudder at the mental image Kasumi offered with the scenario of mixing this mother with the Neko-Ken. “...Congratulations, I think I’m going to be limper than an overcooked noodle for the next twenty-four hours or so...” he mumbled irritably.
“Not if we have anything to say about it...” Nabiki smirked mischievously. “We’ll make sure you get some rest first... after all, we want our turns too and remember!” She spoke up to make sure she had his attention. “Your harem comes before someone else getting some but we are your next priority!”
The raven-haired male of Asian descent looked towards Nabiki with a half-lidded gaze. “Oh gee, thanks for making me sound like a sex toy.”
Slowing down in her pace to get beside him, Nabiki poked Ranma in his side. “You are not. True, you can fuck a girl wonderfully but you're not a toy. I told you, I love you-”
“Oh, oh oooooooooh?” Kasumi was quick to interrupt as she looked towards her sister. “Did I just hear you say the ‘L’-word?” The eldest Tendo asked with a predatory grin.
Groaning, Nabiki realized there was going to be no living that one down. “Oh crap...” she shook her head. “Fuck it.” She turned to glare at her sister. “Yes, I did. Happy!?” She asked before latching onto one of Ranma’s arms. If she was going to be forced to admit it, she might as well mark her dominance.
Grinning like a cat that swallowed the canary, (or in this world, a Catgirl that ate out the Pidgette) the eldest Tendo gave off a most horrify, terrifying, spine-chilling sound.
She giggled.
That action made the pigtailed martial artist shudder almost as badly as the thought of a pit of ravenous Nodokas. “That giggle means nothing but trouble these days,” Ranma mumbled, a sweat-drop sliding down the side of his head.
Having caught what he said, the eldest Tendo agreed with him. “Oh, you’re right about that. However, that doesn’t mean the trouble coming right away,” she replied, causing the two to relax somewhat. “After all, I’ve got a Milktit to attain and then...” she giggled again. “Oh, I am going to enjoy Bonding her beautiful bovine booty to me!”
Another sweat-drop rolled down the other side of Ranma’s head. “...Kasumi, do you realize you scare me more than ever now that you’ve passed that test?”
Shrugging her shoulders, the P.I.M.P. Award-winning Tendo replied, “I get that a lot.” She then giggled to herself as she turned about, picking up the speed as they came to the front of the store.
With her sister’s attention finally off of them, the middle Tendo leaned over to whisper to her pigtailed lover. “I don’t know if we’ll ever get used to the new her...”
Nodding his head in agreement, Ranma whispered his reply, “No kidding.” He straightened up his posture and continued walking as they entered into grocery store, Kasumi giddily taking the lead. As they made their way to the back, the pigtailed martial artist noticed a stall by what he thought was the dairy section. “Hey, Kasumi! I see some old guy over there. That him?” He asked as he pointed down the back aisle.
Looking towards where her male compatriot was pointing, the woman’s face blossomed into a huge smile. “Oooh Mi~iiiiike!” Kasumi melodically called out as she merrily skipped over towards the booth. “I’m ba~aaack!”
Turning to the side as he heard the melodic voice, the male working behind the booth smiled, visibly relaxing. “Kasumi! You came back! Oh, I was worried I wouldn’t see you again. I heard the test got out but when I hadn’t seen you right after I... thought...” he trailed off as he got a good view of how she was dressed once she and two others he recognized got to the booth. “...Is that outfit what I think it is?”
Coming to a stop right in front of the Fortune Farms stall, the eldest Tendo’s smile was practically beaming. “That’s right, Mike! I got a perfect score and according to the Indigo League, I’m now a P.I.M.P.!”
His eyes sparkling with excitement, the old farm hand clapped his hands together. “That’s wonderful!" He looked over his shoulder and noticed Nabiki. “And I see you have great taste. I take it you picked yourself up another lover?” He asked, concerning the other brunette of Asian descent. If such was the case, that would make it real easy to get things rolling.
Realizing what the old man was implying, Nabiki rolled her eyes in annoyance. What was it with people and incest? “No, we’re not lovers. We’re sisters.”
The older farmhand blinked his eyes to that response. “Wait... sisters? You two are sisters?” A wide grin split across his features. “THAT’S WONDERFUL!!”
The enthusiasm of his response took the middle Tendo back; the woman raising an eyebrow in curiosity. “Uh... okay...” she said slowly, wondering if she needed to ask Ranma to break his legs after they picked up Kasumi her Milktit.
Bringing his hands together and tapping fingers against each other, the older male nodded his head, the smile on his face not capable of conveying the full scope of the exuberance he felt. “Yes. It’s going to make things a lot easier.” Leaning over to Kasumi, he asked in her a low voice, “Can I meet with you and you friends in the store’s back room? This won’t effect you getting yourself a Milktit pokégirl but there’s someone I want you to meet first... he has a business proposition for all of you.”
“Oh, certainly!” Kasumi nodded her own head enthusiastically. She then turned about to her sister and Ranma. “Do you two mind? I don’t think it’ll take long and it might be a source of income while we’re here.”
The woman’s sister shook her head. “Not at all, sis. Lead the way,” Nabiki replied, her voice conveying a serious tone that otherwise betrayed nothing to how she was feeling. “I am curious as to this business proposition...” she turned to the man and spoke to him. “As long as you’re not asking us to be prostitutes or to sell our ‘eggs’.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “If you do, then let me say right here and now that I’ll have Ranma kick your ass.”
Bringing his hands up and waving them defensively, Mike told her quickly, “Oh no, nothing like that!” He eyes the male racking his knuckles with a wary gaze. “This is merely a professional business deal. Honest!”
Nodding her head to that, Nabiki replied, “Than we’ll see.” While it would be nice to have a source of income, she wasn’t exactly trusting of the way things worked in this world by any long-shot, but the old, sly business-oriented aspect of her personality was intrigued enough that she’d be inclined to at least hear this person Mike wanted them to meet out.
Following Mike into the back storage room of the grocery store, the trio of dimensionally displaced Tamers easily spotted something out of the ordinary, (even for this world). A very tanned-skin man with thick mustache and slicked back hear, wearing sunglasses and a cranberry-colored business suit. Definitely not the apparel of a grocery store employee.
Looking back at the trio, the man in refinery grinned widely. “Hey! This is them!” He let off a low whistle as he looked towards the girl with the pageboy haircut. “Wow... you even got the dame from the BoobTube video! Way to go, Mike!”
Pausing in her tracks, Nabiki stared incredulously at the man with slicked back hair and a horrible sense of fashion that belonged in a cheesy Cinemax After Dark movie. “BoobTube?”
At the girl’s confusion, the man nodded his head. “Oh, forgive me for not introducing myself,” the man in the crushed cranberry velvet outfit said as he stood there as he watched the group come to a stop before him. Holding his hand out to them in greeting, he told them, “My name is El Ray Di Cockteasegro. I’m the Director, Producer and Founder of Bird in the Bush Studios. My friend Mike here sent me a copy of the video that Kasumi left with him and I must say you’re a fine bunch of actors.”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, Kasumi had to ask, “What DVD?”
Mike spoke up to answer. “The one you left with me yesterday afternoon. You know, the one with you, the pigtailed boy, the sexy Skunkette and the cute Peekabu!”
“Oh, that!” Kasumi chuckled nervously as she now realized why she hadn’t found her copy once she and Ranma had returned to the PokéCenter. “Silly me! Eheheheh...” she raised a hand to the back of her head, scratching at it as she noticed the looks of shock on both her sister and Ranma’s faces. Good thing she was getting her Milktits; her favorite cock might not be in the mood tonight now.
Bringing his hand up to his face, Ranma groaned as he rubbed his eyes. “Oh boy... just what I needed.” While the accepted that this worked revolved around it, he wasn’t big on the idea of others having recordings of some of his moments getting laid... particularly his first time at that.
Although she found such a thing horrifying, what scared the middle Tendo more was now an inkling feeling that what this “El Ray” had said earlier tied into this same topic about sex videos. “What’s this about a BoobTube video?” Nabiki asked tentatively, unsure if she wanted an answer or now.
The Producer of Pornography stared at the girl with a confused expression of his own at hearing that. “You didn’t know?” He brought a hand to his chin and thought about it for a moment. “I bet you that one of the Jennys from the local Police Station posted the video from the security camera on Boobtube...” he grinned. “Well, the juicy parts at least.” And boy had those been juicy with a capital ‘J’!
The color drained from the middle Tendo sibling’s face. “No... they wouldn’t...” that train of thought careened off it’s tracks as she reminded herself of the world she was stuck in. “What am I thinking? Of course they would! ARRRGH!!” Nabiki groaned as she brought a hand up to rub her eyes. “I’m going to need to see this video,” she told the Porn Director seriously. “Some of the stuff in that interrogation was supposed to be private!”
“Oh, that's no problem,” El Ray said in all seriousness. “I can assure you it’s only the good stuff but here’s the thing...” he walked over to and sat down in what was likely the foreman’s chair and clasped his hands together. He was feeling tired after standing on his feet waiting for them for so long. “I want to be the distributor for your works.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma questioned, “Distributor?” While it didn’t sound perverted, the chill going up his spine was warning him.
Nodding his head, the owner of Bird in the Bush Studios replied, “Yes, I believe we can benefit each other. I want to release these videos on a professional digital format.”
The middle Tendo immediately caught onto what this meant. “You want to distribute pornography of us?” Nabiki asked curiously. “What the hell are we supposed to do?” She snapped. “Are we to come to your studio and just fuck like anim-”
The man raised his hands, waving them in a warding fashion, “Nonononono! You misunderstand!” He proclaimed, trying to appease the woman. “I’d provide you all with some professional camera equipment and computer software for angles and editing! I want you to have as much creative freedom as possible! Your ‘independent’ stuff is a gold mine! Your DVD is a rare hit and so is the Boobtube video!”
The middle Tendo tilted her head as she looked the man in the eyes. “And how, pray tell, was my video a hit? It can’t be that exotic!” A lot of the pokégirls here were exotic in and of themselves. “I’m just human!”
The tanned male rolled his eyes. “HELLO!” He shouted to make sure he had the attention of her and the others. “Human woman! No pokégirls! All this plus all the mush seemed to get a lot of other women to hit up the site too!” El Ray explained. “In other words, you people are providing pornography aficionados like myself with something we haven’t had in years: talent! It’s not just a wham, bam, thank-you-ma’am! There are a lot of very graphic and unique positions you use! Heck, there’s even a decent underlying theme or story to the pieces! People eat that stuff up! If you allow me to distribute it, you’ll see quite a financial feedback...”
Not breaking her gaze with the man, Nabiki crossed her arms over her chest. It was a lot to consider. He was asking them to produce porn, yes... but in this world, was it anything out of the ordinary? Apparently porn wasn’t but concerning them it was. Still, it could potentially be a font of financial income to consider. She hadn’t been able to do any figures yet but the costs of upkeep for a harem of pokégirls, let alone likely to soon be four... and an RV? It was likely to be astronomical!
Therefore, it was with reluctance that the most mercenary of the Tendo sisters told him, “Okay, a chance for solid income is good but know this!” She told him seriously as she leaned forward, her eyes boring into the man’s gaze. “We won’t be muscled by some porn mafia, you hear me!?”
Although her gaze unnerved him, El Ray wasn’t one to back down, especially in this case. “Not to worry, Miss Tendo! We try to keep the Porn Mafia away from our stuff!” One could practically hear the capital letters when he said ‘Porn Mafia’.
Nabiki just stared at the man with a dumbfounded expression plastered all over her face. A genuine PORN MAFIA existed? “Well, isn’t that just wonderful!” She thought bitterly. “Okay that condition seems to be mutual... and... what sort of way do you propose we go about making this work?”
“Simple,” the tanned individual started, a grin on his face as he realized he could win her over. “You make these videos on the road and then send them to me. I’ll take care of the final editing, production and distribution. In return, I’ll see to it you get a base pay for each video and you get a marginal percentage of profits from sales.” He smirked. “And I know you guys will like to have a fan following.”
Mentally taking note of what the man explained, Nabiki slowly nodded her head in acceptance. Finally, she turned about to her sister and Ranma. “Well, you heard the man. You two are in on this too so any thoughts?” While she was more than willing to try and make some money off of doing what Tamers were supposed to do, she didn’t want to be the one making being the sole decider for such a decision.
The eldest of the Tendo daughters was quick to add her two credits. “I think it would be a productive way to have some stable income as well as a unique way to add some zest to Taming sessions.” She smirked. “Admit it. It would make you more creative if you feel such will net you a good deal of credits along the way”
Scratching the back of his head, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts replied. “As much as I ain’t thrilled to perform for people...” Ranma sighed as he looked between the two Tendo sisters. “More money is a good thing in our situation, right? Heck, I’d rather have some on hand to pay off a fine or, the kami forbid, I lose a match. I don’t want to have to girl any of the girls away.” He’d read the rules concerning PokéBattle and he wasn’t too keen on how jerkasses could try and claim ‘salvage rights’.
Nodding her head as she realized both her compatriots agreed, the middle Tendo sister turned about to Mr. Cockteasegro once more. “All right. We’ll accept but only with some terms of our own,” Nabiki told him as she shifted back into her full business mode, something that had gotten a lot of use since they’d ended up in this world. “The monetary fees sound fine, however you will share the final product with us before going to print. And if we send word that we want a part of a video edited you WILL edit it!” Her eyes narrowed, a power somehow shining behind the light in them. “As I said before, I’m not happy that police video got up as chunks of it had an emotional private moment for me before the sex took place.”
Nodding his head, Ray agreed, “I fully understand.” He smirked as he decided to reel them in. “And Mike has agreed that if you sign on now, he’ll give Kasumi here TWO Fortune Farms Milktits absolutely free.” To his side, the Milktit Farmhand nodded his head.
THAT caught the eldest Tendo’s attention. Grabbing onto her sister, Kasumi shook her violently as she shouted, “SIGN! SIGN!! FOR THE LOVE OF KAMI-SAMA! SIGN!!!”
Her head shaking like a bobble-doll, the middle Tendo tried to break free of her older sister’s death-grip. “ACK! Okay! Okay, okay, OKAY! Enough already!” Nabiki yelped as her sister finally let go, her eyes spinning back and forth from the violently applied motions.
Chuckling nervously as he had to help Nabiki stand up straight, the pigtailed mal turned to the man and told him, “I think you got a deal.”
El Ray grinned widely. “This is the start of a beautiful partnership.”
In mathematical reasoning, quasitopology was associated to every compact hausdorff; a collection of mappings from points C to X that satisfied certain natural conditions. The set with a quasi-topology was called a Quasitopological Space... or simply, “Qausi-Space”. It was the space between all dimensional planes and realms, the literal ‘glue’ of reality... and it was where a troupe of three, (four if you counted the Soul Impression Tome carried on one of these persons) were making their way back to their prime dimensional plane... a trip that at this point would take three years...
“Any sign of Nag or Nagita?” The werecheetah embedded with Ether Vent Artifacts asked her elder sister as they floated through the pathways of Quasi-Space, her eyes darting back and forth as she kept her guard up, ready to take on Tempest Mode on a moment's notice.
Shaking her head, the woman older than known time itself replied, “No, Cheetah. Trust me, we’ve left them behind. After the last encounter, I doubt they’ll be in a rush to catch up with us again.”
“I hope so,” the werecheetah called back. “It’s been awhile since I had a chance to just rest and recharge,” Britanny grumbled irritably. Honestly, what was it with battle after battle after freakin’ battle!
A mysterious smile crossed over the ancient one’s features. “I think we could all use a pit-stop,” Gina agreed. “It’s just a matter of finding the right safe havens.”
The Gaoblin Priestess floated closer to the two from where she’d been covering the rear. “Lady Diggers,” Crescens spoke up in an effort to gain their leader’s attention. As the woman turned to her she asked, “Where might you suggest refuge be taken once we are out of danger? So far this whole realm seems dangerous.”
“Where else but any place quiet?” Gina asked in all seriousness. “However, I wouldn’t try stopping at any other world. Might take time to try and get back off not to mention that with many of them, time flows differently... such will only serve to lengthen our already long and treacherous journey. Fortunately, I do know a place or two we can head to so we can relax and reenergize.”
Floating over to her sister and friend, the werecheetah was quick to add, “I’m all for that right no! So where’s this hidey-hole you know of, sis?”
“It’s a small bistro of the main pathways of Quasi-Space. You can think of it as an ‘intergalactic burger stop’ for lack of better terms,” she answered honestly. “You’ll have the best that’s ever existed.”
Britanny raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Better than my Muffin’s? Pfft! I’ll give it a whirl but I doubt perfection can be topped,” the werecheetah mused, although she was itching for some grub. She was getting tired of ether-created ‘rice cakes’.
Yet, even as she mused to herself about getting something decent to eat, the lycan woman realized that there were a number of lights that were popping up around her. It wasn’t the first time such happened but there were just so many this time. “What the?” She questioned as she turned about.
The ancient woman nodded her head, having expected to see something like this. “Ah... light rips,” Gina chirruped. At the look of confusion on her sister’s face, she explained, “More or less, they’re small windows into various realities that exist around us. They tend to pop up from time-to-time. I’d suggest ignoring them... you never know when you might accidentally look an elder god in the eye. They tend to take offense.”
The woman blinked her eyes in shock. “Elder...” she trailed off and shook her head. “Okay, I won’t look!” Britanny said as she flew with her friend and sister... however her wandering eyes caught sigh of something fiere...
...And no, not Cuthulu’s ass. “Gah!! What is this one!? The intergalactic porn channel!?” She shrieked as she pointed at one of the light rifts. What made such a sight worse was that she hadn’t had any in nearly six years!
Now the ancient purveyor of the universe raised an eyebrow. “Intergalactic Porn Channel?” Gina questioned as she turned to look about. The white-haired woman peered through her cracked glasses and let out a sigh. “Oh... nothing to worry about, Brit. It’s pokégirls.”
Britanny’s features scrunched and her ears flattened back at what her sister just said. “Poké-what?” She asked as she looked back towards the rift. “What? Is that world some kind of erotic PokéMon game!?”
Wanting to see what was going on, Crescens cocked her head towards the rift. Her face managed to blush a bit, despite her green skin. “They aren’t ashamed to be... copulating so... indiscreetly...” she said, putting it as mildly as she could manage.
“It’s how pokégirls are,” the older woman explained. “They need sex. And that’s not some metaphor, it’s a literal need.” She shook her head. “Look, it’s not anything important. Just know that in some world, it’s a paradise for men as they get to have cock-fights with the sexy super-powered women that need them to have a good, consciousness-granting fuck. Understandably, the place is filled with a bunch of immature men.”
The werecheetah’s tail shook behind her quickly in irritation. “Yuck...” Britanny stuck out her tongue for emphasis as to how she felt towards it. “Let’s just go. I want a break but I don’t want to wind up somewhere like that!”
The ancient one turned about to face her sister. “No you don’t,” Gina said in all honesty. “Especially since they are fans of ‘Cheetits’...” she left the statement hanging.
“EW! EW, EW, EW, EW, EW, EW, EEEWWWWW!!!” Britanny squealed in disgust. “How could they go after people like... MOM!?” She shrieked as she the image in the celestial ‘window’ showed her mother walking next to another black feline woman and pushing the wheelchair of some young Asian girl with black hair.
Looking at where Brit was staring, the older woman slowly nodded her head. “Probably an dimensional analogue.”
Despite wishing she hadn’t seen such a world, that image she saw did bring up feelings from deep within the werecheetah’s heart. “...I miss everyone...” Brit murmured. “I just want to go home and be with them again...”
Reaching out to the feline lycanthrope, Gina gently touched her shoulder, giving it an reassuring squeeze. “And we will”
Bringing her own hand to her shoulder, Britanny squeezed her sister’s hand. “Thanks, Gina...”
A smile blossomed on the spectacled woman’s face. “Anytime.”
“Now Akane dear, while my son and your sisters are busy, perhaps you can help me?” Nodoka asked curiously as she walked alongside the woman being pushed in a wheelchair. “Now... what are my son’s favorite sexual positions?”
Turning her head sharply, the youngest of the Tendo sisters shrieked. “WHAT?”
Nodding her head, the Sexum Matriarch explained, “Well dear, a mother must know these things.”
Ash simply pretended to ignore that. In the end, he figured that it was better that their mother was focused on his mysterious older brother than him. He’d had to put up with her eccentricities and traumatizing training all his life. It was about time his absent brother handled some responsibility!
“Man,” whispered Misty as she followed her Tamer into the PokéCenter. “The way she’s acting, is that... normal for her.”
The young man on the path to be a Harem Master shuddered violently. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
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