[Episode 224109] [Episode 224109]Akane Tendo let out another sigh, two arms still wrapped around her upper body. She was trying desperately not to be affected by two sets of breasts inches from her head on both sides but... “Ranma? Ranko?”
Both trans-gendered Tamer and lesbian pokégirl stopped glaring and looked down at Akane. “Yes!?”
Twitching, Akane snarled, “Can you two stop hugging me while glaring at each other with plans for war!?”
“But Mistress,” the Psi-Dyke gasped in shock. “I have to be firm or this male in girl’s tits will steal you!” And she was not going to let a faux-male take a real one!
Glaring at the pokégirl, Ranma snapped, “She’s my fiancé! And I ain’t stealing nobody!”
Ranko snorted in disbelief before leaned in; breasts now rubbing the left side of Akane’s face. “Men are pussy thieves! All they do is steal, steal, steal and fuck!”
“I ain’t like THAT!” The pigtailed redhead roared in exasperation. Kami-sama! This pokégirl was more argumentative than Akane!
And now as Ranma leaned in her rack was rubbing the right side of Akane’s face
“Yes you are,” the lesbian pokégirl proclaimed. “You know it was easier at first...” she said seriously, conspiratorially. “Seeing you for the body and the feminine beauty it’s really easy.” Her eyes narrowed. “But once I got to reading your mind, it’s the same as the rest! You revel in fucking women and take pride in being rated as good a lover as you are! WOMAN STEALER!”
Ranma-chan just gawked at the pokégirl before shutting her mouth. “You know what?” She asked. “Yeah, I like sex! It’s GOOD! But I don’t go stealing other girls!”
The pokégirl was unconvinced. “Yes you do!” the Psi-Dyke hissed accusingly. “You have the entire police department of Pewtit City eating out of your lap!”
“Uh g-guys?” Akane blushed as two well-endowed, (even though they were clothed) set of breasts rubbed her face.
The neo-girl’s eye twitched. “I didn’t ask for that those pokégirls to be after me!” The redhead snapped. “They heard a little from Jolie and then they fucking taped us in the interrogation room!” Thankfully, neglecting it was Nabiki that she had fucked in said interrogation room.
“Ranko? Ranma?” The youngest Tendo tried again, feeling her own ire growing.
The Psi-Dyke stared in the neo-girl’s eyes. “A likely excuse! I’ll bet you’re thinking of a dozen ways to try and seduce Mistress Akane and mys-”
Whatever she was about to say was cut-off as both her and Ranma-chan had a mammary that was violently squeezed.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Both Ranma-chan and Ranko shrieked as a strong pair of hand continued to grab onto one of their breasts with a very powerful strength; the kind that could only be born from an enraged Tendo.
A fiery aura around her, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts snapped, “Would you two KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!?” Akane then pushed both back, sending them off the bed to the floor. Her face was beet red from having to do that but at least she got them both to stop arguing.
From her place upside down on the floor, the pigtailed redhead twitched. “Ow... I forgot that pissing you off was bad for my health,” Ranma-chan muttered.
Shivering as she climbed back onto the bed, the Psi-Dyke slowly looked down at her Tamer. “Mistress, I didn’t realize you liked it rough.” Ranko began to grin widely. “If you want, I’ll be glad to return the favor later when you’re feeling better.”
Lowering her head in defeat, Akane sighed loudly. Raising her head, the youngest Tendo decided enough was enough. She clapped her hands together to get the attention of the two redheads. “All right, TIME OUT!”
Her back falling to the floor, Ranma-chan sat up and turned to look at Akane. Rubbing the back of her head, she then stood, climbing up onto the bed herself before rubbing her chest. “Yeesh, Akane! That hurt!” She complained as she continued to rub her abused breast. “You haven’t done that since you took in the porker.”
Turning her head back and forth to look at the two redheads, the youngest Tendo took a firm stance. “Look you two! The fighting! I don’t want it!” Akane snapped, even if a bit of guilt was building up in the back of her mind. “We should be getting along, not...” she trailed off, finding this a bitter pill to swallow.
Her arms crossed over her chest, the pigtailed neo-girl asked, “Not what? Treating you like some sort of prize?”
Akane winced. Okay, she had that coming. “Yes...” she said in a low voice. “Dear Kami-sama! If we ever get home, I swear I’ll make some peace pact with Ukyo and Shampoo...well Ukyo at least. I doubt Shampoo would even listen,” she thought in all seriousness.
Needless to say, Ranma-chan was caught off-guard. She blinked her eyes once, twice. “No haughty retort?”
Rolling her eyes, the youngest Tendo told her, “Ranma, please. I’m trying to say something, so don’t run your mouth!”
“Uh, okay... sorry,” the transgendered redhead replied sheepishly as she tried to accept that Akane was realizing some truths about herself. “So...” Ranma-chan started slowly. “You just want me and her to get along?”
Turning her head to look at her fiancé, the youngest Tendo told her, “Yes! That’s what I want! At least until I’m back on my own two feet. I so do not need this sort of crap right now!” She then eyed her own pokégirl. “Ranko, I need an effort from you too. I know you hate guys but take it from me. It’s not worth it being pissed at them all the time. Because... then you misjudge the good ones. Ranma here, he’s a baka... but he’s a baka I really like he’s... my friend. I care about him.”
The Psi-Dyke slowly nodded her head, coming to accept for the moment that her Mistress was actually soft on this male wolf in sheep’s tits. “But you just like him as just friends, right?” The pokégirl questioned curiously.
A quietness that was practically foreign to the youngest Tendo overcame her. Finally, after a good two minutes, she answered, “I don’t know. I think I love him. I’m just not good at expressing it...”
Ranma-chan went still; she could feel her heart start to beat faster. “Ah-Akane?” She asked softly.
Blushing as she knew what the redhead was going to ask, the youngest Tendo twiddled her thumbs. “Yeah?” She asked in turn.
“Did...” the pigtailed redhead gulped nervously. “Did you just say l-luh-love?”
Her face coloration living up to her name as she blushed, Akane answered, “I did.”
Her arms dropping to her sides, Ranma-chan just sat there stunned. Akane could say she loved her!? Okay, she said she THOUGHT she was in love but... she said it!
Curious at how still the look-alike went, Ranko waved a hand before the other redhead’s face. “I think you broke her.” She smirked as she then looked to Akane. “Mistress, would it be all right if I drew permanent marker of the he-she’s face?"
Despite the severity of the situation, Akane couldn’t help herself as she allowed herself a giggle. “Nuh-not now,” she told her Psi-Dyke. “I’m trying to be serious.”
It took some time, but Ranma-chan finally came back to the present. She shook her head, causing her red locks to flutter a bit as she tried to clear the cobwebs from her head. “Akane,” she said slowly. “Did I hear you right?”
The youngest Tendo rolled her eyes at her fiancé’s inability to accept what she said. “Oh, kami damn it! Yes, Ranma! I said I love you! I just suck at expressing it, OKAY!?”
“...Okay, I won’t freak this time,” Ranma-chan replied as she stared at Akane for a long time. Sighing, she raised a hand, rubbing her eyes. “Kami-sama. I don’t how I feel.”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the youngest Tendo just stared at her fiancé. “Wuh-what does that mean? I just gave a deep confession!”
Looking up into her fiancée’s eyes, the neo-girl told Akane, “And it’s affecting me.” Ranma-chan took a deep breath, a pause to try and gather her wits and thoughts. She knew what she wanted to say and needed to figure out how to say the right words. “Akane, you’re not the only one who... sucks,” she said, wincing at having to tell the bed-ridden Tendo that. “Dad didn’t teach me shit about romance and girls. I’m still learning my own feelings on romance... but I do care, I do like you a lot Akane. Why else would I put up with the crap you’ve given me, save you? Yeah, the code of a martial artist says to save people but that ain’t all.”
As Akane continued to look at her expectantly, the redhead slowly nodded her head and just told her fiancée how she felt. “Right now, my heart’s beating so fast, my face is hot... I... I don’t know what to say or do. I want to say I love you back but... I can’t say it until I know I mean it. You don’t deserve empty words... nobody does.”
The Psi-Dyke pokégirl nodded her head. Well that was a good thing. She’d have more time to get to know her Mistress and get her to love women best. That way even if the male DID get her attention... she’d prefer the redheaded form most!
Reaching over to the human redhead, Akane gently took one of Ranma-chan’s hands. Holding it, she brought it over to her face. “Ranma?”
The back of her hand against Akane’s cheek, the pigtailed Tamer asked, “Yeah, Akane?”
Blushing a bit, the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts spoke in a quiet voice that was uncharacteristic of her. “Um... those other girls your huh-harem,” she tried not to say the word like it was dirty. “Do you love them?”
“I care about them,” the redhead answered honestly. “But I’m still unsure. I mean, I’m still getting to know them. They need me to Tame them, and I don’t want them going feral. They’re precious but I’m still getting to know them.” She looked into the eyes of the short-haired brunette. “Does that answer your question good enough?”
A small smile came over the youngest Tendo. “Works for me,” Akane answered, still blushing. “Um... can I ask something else?”
Nodding her head, Ranma replied, “Yeah.”
Her face going a bright red, the youngest Tendo squeaked, “How does sex feel?”
The redhead went stock-still for a moment before she finally rebooted her brain. “Kami, that’s gonna be a doozy to answer.” Ranma-chan rubbed her forehead with her free hand as she tried to figure out how to explain. “It’s mind blowing. It’s physically like an exercise that is addicting and you want more of it. Emotionally, my head’s spinning because my body’s experiencing sensations that always seem to find a way to be new even if I’ve felt them before.”
“At least,” Ranko spoke up. “You’re the first person that realizes just how sex feels for how it should feel.” She snorted. “You won't believe how many males experience sex as ‘whip it out, thrust a few times, and goo all over’...” she shuddered, having really hated those images she received while scanning people’s minds.
Ranma-chan turned her head to look the lesbian pokégirl. “Hey, I’ve been hit on as a girl it’s...” she shuddered. “My true gender aside and the fact I’m straight, the guys of this world make the hentai brigade where we lived look tame.”
To such a thought, Akane shuddered. The concept still freaked her out; a whole world of men that operated on a level baser than that of that jerk Kuno and nearly the entire male student body of Furinkan High.
“So yeah,” Ranma-chan continued. “I understand you have a right to hate most guys but just give me a break. Please?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Ranko considered the male with tits’ words. Finally, she begrudgingly nodded her head. “Very well... but... how do I put this?” Taking only mere moments to think of how to put it ‘nicely’, she told him in no uncertain terms, “Keep your cock in your pants. I’m not interest in seeing another limp saggy wick.”
Ranma-chan’s right eye twitched at the implied insult. “Saggy... limp... wick? Oh, that tears it!” She went to the bathroom, the sound of running water coming from the sink in that room.
“Ruh-Ranma?” Akane stammered. Oh no, he wasn’t! He wouldn’t! He couldn’t do something that stupid!
Oh who was she kidding? Of course he would!
Once the water was hot enough, Ranma-chan stuck her hand underneath the stream, changing back to her birth gender. Turning off the water, it was a male Ranma that stomped back into the main room. “Look! I try not to toot my own horn but I doubt a saggy, limp wick would get an ‘11’ standing like this!” He stated seriously, undoing his sash and dropping his baggy kemp pants.
“GAAAHHHHH!!” The Psi-Dyke screamed in abject horror. “PUT IT AWAY!” Ranko shrieked as she dove under the covers of the bed, covering her head. “AUUUGH! MY EYES!” Ranko shrieked. “They burn! THEY BUUURN!!”
Her eyes going wider than dinner-plates, Akane held her hands to her nose, trying to stop the rush of blood. “Holy shit!” She thought in shock. No wonder all those girls were chasing Ranma back home! He grew since the last time she saw it!!
Smirking with satisfaction Ranma pulled his pants up. As he drew his sash back into place, he tried to get the last word. ‘Try’, being the operative word. “And that is tha-”
*CLONG*!
“OW!” Ranma rubbed his head after being hit with an unused bedpan. “What you do-HEY!” He gasped, the sight catching him off guard. “You’re bleeding!” He gasped as he raced over to his fiancée.
Her hands still up on her face, Akane tried to tell him, “I got ah dose blehd cuz yoe had ta flash us!” She grumbled before dropping her hands, allowing her idiot fiancé to dabble her bloody nostrils with a tissue.
Slowly, Ranma crawled out from under the covers. “That... that was dirty!” Ranko sneered at the male that tried to aide her mistress. If looks could kill, the pigtailed martial artist would have burst into flames from the intensity of the Psi-Dyke’s glare.
“Then don’t insult my manhood!” Ranma snapped, before calming himself. “We even?”
Looking the male over a moment, the lesbian pokégirl snorted. “Fine, fine... you dirty male.” Ranko growled when her stomach suddenly growl. “Ugh...”
Blinking his eyes at the familiar noise, the pigtailed male asked, “You hungry?”
The redhead pokégirl glared at Ranma. “Well, that wasn’t a fart, you ass!”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma looked about the room before spotting a notepad on the table near the bed. Deciding to try and score some brownie points, he took it and a pen. He jotted down a quick note, before ripping it off and handing it over to Ranko. “Here,” he told the pokégirl. “Take this. When you go to the cafeteria down the hall, this will help make sure they don’t give you shit.”
Holding the paper, Ranko quickly eyed the note.
This Psi-Dyke “Ranko” is the pokégirl of Akane Tendo, companion to Ranma Saotome. Treat her well and feed her what she needs.
Ranma Saotome
Slowly raising an eyebrow, the lesbian Psychi-type looked up at Ranma and asked, “So you’re admitting that they are eating out of your lap?”
Grinning, Ranma replied, “That and they’ll appreciate it as an autograph.” When she didn’t look amused, he sighed and said, “Look. They know us here and that’ll make sure they don't mistake you for a stray.” Ranma looked away, trying not to ham up his kindness by saying something or looking like a confident or smug bastard.
The Psi-Dyke humphed. “Maybe you are something more than typical,” Ranko said slowly as she looked between him and the note. Finally, the redheaded pokégirl decided, “All right, I’ll go to eat... but if you molest my Mistress...” her eyes flashed.
“You can rip my dick off, but only if she demands it,” Ranma stated seriously, trying to show the Psi-Dyke he had no intention of doing anything against her wishes.
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the Psychic-type had t admit... she wasn’t sure what to make of such a response. “You are different,” Ranko muttered before getting off the bed and walking off. “Not even the bravest of those dumb male would risk a vow with his pecker,” she thought as she made her way to the PokéCenter cafeteria.
With the pokégirl gone, the pigtailed martial artist allowed himself to relax. “Oi...” Ranma groaned as he slumped back against the bed. “Sorry, Akane.”
“It... it’s fine. You handled it in the end,” she murmured. Her face was now clean of blood but she still had a pretty red face.
Raising an eyebrow, Ranma asked his fiancée, “You okay? You’re red.” He hoped she wasn’t running a fever. Last thing they needed atop of all this was complications.
Staring at her sometimes dim-witted compatriot, the youngest Tendo deadpanned, “Ranma, you flashed your stuff. I haven’t seen it since we first met.” Blushing further, she lightly whispered, “And it’s bigger now...”
The pigtailed martial artist blinked his eyes once, twice. “Oh.” He blushed a bit.
Looking down at her hands for a moment, Akane Tendo whispered, “Ranma?”
Gulping, nervously, Ranma shakily replied, “Yuh-yeah?”
“C-could we?” Akane tried. “Since we’re alone... I mean... oh damn it.” She looked away, blushing more furiously.
Now Ranma was curious. “What?” He asked, tilting his head to get a better look of Akane’s face.
“I... I... um...” Akane stammered, blushing more furiously.
The old dense Ranma who was shitty at reading female would never have caught on to what she was getting at. However, the Ranma who had several crash courses in female actions understood. Plus it somehow, on a near eerie level, mirrored Nabiki’s timidness back in the interrogation room. He gently cupped her right cheek and turned her to look at him. “Akane?”
“Y-yeah?” She managed to ask before his lips touched hers. Her eyes went wide but instead of a slap, punch, push or a yell... she leaned in and hugged him tightly. “He... he knew?” She could only question in absolute wonder.
Ranma sighed as he felt Akane pressed against him. “I know this seems odd but... I just feel you need reassuring right now.” He held her back a little tighter while being mindful of her side that had been injured. “Just know that no matter what, I do care about you in some way, Akane. It’s why I do a lot of the things I do. I don’t want to see you hurt ever again.”
“Oh Ranma...” Akane murmured softly, burying her face into his neck after the kiss had ended, indulging the desire to cuddle.
Leaning over so his lips were to her ear, the pigtailed martial artist whispered, “You have my promise, Akane. As long as I’m around, I’m going to see to it that as long as I have some form of control, nothing will harm you again.” He smirked a little and added, “Even if it means taking you seriously with training.”
A smile blossomed on the youngest Tendo’s face. “You better.” She lightly nudged his chest with her fist. “You better...” she whispered before taking a deep breath. “Say, Ranma?” She quietly spoke.
Lifting his head up to look at her, the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts replied, “Yeah, Akane? What is it?”
The young woman took a deep breath. “I’m... hoping this isn’t too forward. But for my night-time cleaning, would you... um... do it for me?” She asks, her face completely red.
He blushed in turn. “With or without Ranko?”
Akane winced. Right. Her pokégirl would probably clamor for that. “Could you be a girl then?”
Nodding his head firmly, Ranma admitted, “Probably would be for the best. There’d be less temptation that way.” Blushing madly, Ranma bit his lower lip as he deliberated a decision. Finally, he decided, “Uh... sure, what the heck. But are you sure?”
Shrugging her shoulders, the youngest Tendo answered, “If I’m going to work on trusting you, why not like that?”
Despite himself, Ranma chuckled. “Nice to see that Akane can be a pervert as well when necessary...”
“HEY!” The young woman snapped in annoyance.
Grinning, the pigtailed male defused the situation by adding, “But a cute one!”
Pouting, the youngest Tendo told her fiancé, “Don’t do that.” Despite her annoyance, her pout broke and gave way to a smile.
“What?” Ranma asked innocently. “Tease you then call you cute to disarm you?”
Nodding her head firmly, Akane replied, “Yes.”
Ranma considered that request for a moment before shaking his head firmly. “Nope!”
“Meanie,” she giggled as she stuck her tongue out at him.
Standing in the shower; hands against the wall, Ranma sighed as the water cascaded down his form. He had a chance to tell Akane he loved her, to set things straight with the Psi-Dyke that looked way too much like his cursed form. But.... he couldn’t.
Why?
He could fuck pokégirls with the best of them... have sex with his fiancée’s SISTERS... but when it came to saying three little words, ‘I love you’...
He couldn’t.
Why?
“Kami damn it,” Ranma cursed. “Why? why? I know I care for her! She may be an uncu-NO!” He stopped that line dead in its tracks. “She’s a cute tomboy and she drives me nuts, but I love her! Yet... I couldn’t say it. Why?” He asked himself again, wondering ‘why’. “Why?”
Was it he was a chicken? A coward? He shuddered at that. Another habit of the old man’s he never wanted to have.
Maybe he wasn’t sure? No, he was sure. Was it like with Nabiki? He didn’t want to say it unless he meant it?
No... he’d mean it.
He shook his head. “Nabs was right. Sometimes saying the thing you want the most is the hardest thing ever.” He growls at himself in frustration. “Maybe I’m just not letting myself say it until... I come clean about her sisters. Shit! I am not looking forward to that!” He said with a shiver. He could only imagine how Akane took to learning about him nailing her sisters... about him Taming Asrial even though she didn’t need it; the excuse ‘keeping up appearances’ wouldn’t cut it with her. Really, about the only thing she wasn’t going to cut his nuts off for was Taming his pokégirls because they needed it!
Looking down at himself, Ranma told his hanging horse, “This is all your fault.” While blaming his dick was somewhat therapeutic, Ranma knew what he’d need to do. He’d have to man up and tell her, but he’d make sure Nabiki and Kasumi were in on it; he might need their help.
Yes the Pokégirl Tamer was admitting he needed help. He needed it since they got here and this would be no different. He’d own up on his end but he prayed to various kami their presences might help... then again, if his life back in Nerima was any indication, they might make things worse.
However, Ranma was taken out of his thoughts as he heard a male voice form outside the room. “Hello? Is anyone in there?”
“Huh...” the pigtailed martial artist asked as he raised his head. “Ash, is that you?” Ranma asked loud enough to be heard.
The door to the bathroom slowly opening, said rookie Pokégirl Tamer poked his head in. “Oh good, no girls are in here...” he let out a sigh of relief; he didn’t want any ladies hearing this. “Mind if I come in and ask you some stuff?” The young Sexum pleased. “And... um... you okay from the RV?” Not often he saw someone get up from what should have been a case of vehicular manslaughter.
Said victim just shrugged his shoulders. “It’s all right, I’ve been hit worse,” he told Ash before answered, “Sure. What do you want to talk about? And lock the door behind you. I forgot to do that and I really don’t need anyone else coming in here.” After all, he’d wanted to take a shower alone to have time to think, a rarity in this day and age since he came to this world...
...
Okay it was a rarity before, but damn it, he could consider things and plan like a master tactician when it came to working under the wire. “Sun Zu, eat your heart out,” Ranma thought as he chuckled.
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ash looked towards the shower curtain, the figure of his brother making a dark outline; the shoulders trembling. “What’s so funny?”
“What?” Ranma asked. He shook his head. “It’s nothing. Just thinking is all,” he told this world’s... no... his brother. Kami-sama, that was so strange. Him having a brother... “So... like I said before, what do want to talk about?” Ranma asked getting over the oddity of the thought.
His shoulders slumping, Ash honestly asked, “Some advice, really.”
The man underneath the flow of hot water from the showerhead asked, “On what? I can only tell you so much, kiddo.” He sighed as he told him, “My memory’s fuzzy.” A bold-faced lie, true, but it was the story he was sticking to since it would keep people from realizing he didn’t belong to this world.
“Uh, it’s not family stuff,” the younger male replied. Blushing a bit, he admitted, “It’s... Tamer stuff.”
Nodding his head, the pigtailed man in the shower replied, “Okay. Shoot.”
Nodding his head, Ash started to open his mouth. “Well... I...” he sighed piteously. “Damn. How to say this?” He took a deep breath to clear his thoughts before finally inquiring, “How did you get so good? Girls fawn all over you!”
Ranma tolled his eyes. “I’m still asking myself that one. I didn’t intend for it,” the pigtailed martial artist told his flesh and blood. “They just practically flock to me.” He brought a hand to his chin, scratching it in thought. “Probably doesn’t hurt that I’ve practiced martial arts.”
“Marital arts?” Ash questioned. That made sense. If his brother studied the art of love-making, then there’d be no hesitance, only confidence in handling pokégirls and home wom-
“Martial arts, not ‘marital’ arts. Martial ,” Ranma said pointedly. “The study of the will and skills to fight, to maintain inner balance and...” he trailed off. Deciding not to go with what his father would spout to him, he decided a more direct approach was in order. “It’s learning to kick ass, take names and get the poontang, all right?”
The young Sexum nodded his head like a bobble-doll. “I get it!” Ash replied. While it wasn’t a common practice it also wasn’t uncommon for some Tamers to take up self-defense techniques and fighting styles in case someone tried to mug them before they could pull out a pokégirl. “Although... how does Martial arts get you poontang?”
The man in the shower shrugged his shoulders. “It just seems to for me...” Ranma answered as he realized he might have over-stated that. Granted, back home a lot of martial arts capable girls came his way. “Let's just say a lot of fighting women have come my way, whether I wanted them to or not.” He sighed. “I’ll be honest, Ash. People may sing my praises but Pops did a shitty job of teaching me social stuff. He mostly wanted me to be the best...” he paused. “Tamer and fighter ever. If not for the Tendos and a few others, I’d be an idiot like half the other Tamers out there. Even as ‘skilled’ as I am... amnesia aside, I’m still learning.”
As he came to a realization from his brother’s explanation, Ash nodded his head slowly. “I see,” he said softly. “So... mom told me dad was no good. You getting so many pokégirls and women really is all you, even if there’s amnesia involved.”
The young Pokégirl Tamer went silent for a moment before asking his brother, “Does this mean there might be hope for me on a genetic level?”
The pigtailed Tamer blinked his eyes once, twice. “Eh? What do you mean?” Ranma asked curiously from his side of the shower curtain. “You seem decent enough.” Left unsaid was that he felt Ash was probably a better Tamer than a driver.
Ash snorted in disbelief. “Oh, sure I am! I have an Alpha who argues with me to no end and harps on me for everything I do!”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma tried not to laugh, he really did. But it came out, hearty and loud. “HAHAHAHAHAA! Oh, oh Ash... take it from me! That’s a good thing! It means she’s comfortable with you to argue... kind of reminds me... of me and Akane...”
Ash was taken off-guard by that comment. “Wuh-wait! It’s a good thing?” He didn’t see how the Tomboy hating his guts could have been any positive indication to a healthy relationship whatsoever!
“Arguing?” Ranma replied. “No, not that. I’m talking about the fact that Misty feels comfortable enough that she can argue with you and knows you aren’t going to treat her like shit.” The pigtailed martial artist took a deep breath. “You need to understand that some girls... and men... like me,” he begrudgingly admitted. “Can be socially awkward... especially if they like someone.”
Ash immediately became defensive. “I DON'T LIKE THAT FLAST-CHESTED TOMBOY!”
Now Ranma couldn't help but bark out a laugh. “Oh yeah, you have it bad for her!” He laughed more, seeing so much of himself in his younger brother. Man, he wished he had an ‘Ash’ back home, although he was pretty sure he would’ve had a good Japanese name then. Maybe Satoshi. Satoshi Saotome...
Becoming flustered as his brother laughed at his predicament, Ash stuttered, “D-don’t laugh!” It was bad enough being mocked by a stranger, his brother doing it was worse!
“S-sorry Ash,” Ranma apologized. “It’s just...” he trailed off, chuckling more. When he finally had himself under control, he was finally able to tell his younger brother, “It’s just I see myself in you and Akane in her...” he smirked. “It’s kind of cute.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, all the young Sexum could reply was, “You’re weird.”
“Welcome to my fucked up world,” Ranma grinned... a smile that died as another matter came back to him. “Anyway, as you were telling me... what’s your genetic problem?”
Blushing as the focus was back on what he’d originally come into the bathroom for, Ash raised a hand, scratching the back of his head. “Well... I’ve got endowment issues.”
“You’re still growing,” Ranma replied.
Ash shook his head from side-to-side. “No, no. I know that! It’s just...” the young man blushed. “Ranma... Mom had two of her harem help train me while growing up. They were...” she bit his lower lip. “Well, I guess you could say over-enthusiastic in some regards. I got... well... limp.” He lowered his head in shame. “I’m nothing to write about but my best erection was a seven or eight incher, which is average for decent endowments even in my age group. But...” he shuddered. “I can barely pull off a five-inch erection now.”
Needless to say, the raven-haired Asian’s jaw dropped. “Wait, wait...” Ranma stopped his younger brother for a moment, trying to see if he understood what he was being told. “You mean to tell me that you got erectile dysfunction?”
Even though he couldn’t see his brother through the shower-curtain, Ash could feel his eyes on him. “Not full impotency but... well, after my dick almost fell off thanks to an overzealous werewolf and a pokéwoman who liked to use vibrators... on ME... it’s like I don’t want to perform because my body expects to go through all that.”
His jaw flapping wordlessly, Ranma was starting to get an idea of WHY the Genma of this world, and perhaps his own, had fled from Nodoka like the plague. He would have crawled through hell to find his mother before but if this was what it came to... he’d crawl right back the way he came to get away!
Sighing, Ash continued. “Shit. I know I can satisfy Misty, despite her gripes. In my defense, I was coming off some tranquilizers so I should have expected my performance to be off but I pissed Misty off with her last Taming and she won’t shut up about it! She’s making such an issue about my size now, too!”
“Ah, the devastating blow to the ego...” the pigtailed martial artist said in a sagely manner. “Yes, the males of our family take that well... NOT!” Ranma snorted before shaking his head. He turned the shower handle, shutting the water off. “Ash,” he said as he pushed the curtain aside a bit, reaching his arm out. “Hand me my towel.”
Staring at the hand, it took a moment for the young Sexum’s mind to catch onto what Ranma has asked. “Oh, sure.” Reaching over to towel rack, Ash grabbed one of the white towels and handed it to his brother.
Gripping onto and withdrawing the towel back into the shower with him, Ranma dried himself down. As he worked his legs finally, he then reached out with one hand while the other continued to hold the now wet towel. “My boxers?” He asked again.
The younger male raised an eyebrow. “What am I? Your MaidYvette?” Ash joked but still handed his brother his clean boxers, which had also been placed on the towel rack.
“Well fine,” Ranma said from behind the curtain. He pulled it aside, dressed in the blue-lined white undergarments with the towel over his shoulders. “Next time, I’ll just walk out in the nude, crushing your hopes with my... manliness... instead of sparing your feelings?” He offered as an option.
Groaning, Ash slapped himself on the face. “Okay, okay... I get it.”
Ranma laughed a little at his sibling’s reaction. Kami-sama, maybe being a brother had perks. The teasing was kind of fun when it was at someone else’s expense for once. “So I assume you had trouble telling Mom about this?”
The young man nodded his head. “Well, Mom’s great but...” he trailed off, pausing to think of how to put it as nicely as possibly. “A little kooky... hell, a lot kooky.” He sighed in depression. “Frankly, I never brought it up because I didn’t want her to or even Azalea and Kinshou to feel bad that they gave me mental and physical trauma.”
His arms crossed over his chest, the pigtailed Pokégitl Tamer slowly nodded his head in understanding. “I can understand that. I’ve had issues like that where someone’s caused you a burden but you’re afraid to say anything about it.” He sighed. “Maybe you need a personal trainer or something along those lines...” he looked down at himself. “Ash, I want to help you but I’m not sure where to even begin.” He opened the door, stepping out of the bathroom. “I’ve got a lot I need to work through myself. I don’t want to screw us BOTH up along the way.”
“At least you’re honest saying that,” Ash mused. While it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, at least his brother wasn’t stringing him along. He sighed as he followed him out of the bathroom and into the main room.
Stepping about, Ranma sighed. “Well, dang... I’m sorry if I’m not that helpful to you bro, but I don’t know what else to say.”
Before Ash could reply, a melodic female voice spoke up. “Is something amiss, boys?”
Both male Tamers turned about to find Kasmi behind them. At the sight of the eldest Tendo, Ranma suddenly got an idea. Admittedly, it was partially devious, given Kasumi’s recent dual nature... but maybe her P.I.M.P. status would come in handy? “Actually Kasumi... maybe you can help us?”
Kasumi blinked her eyes. “Oh?” She asked in surprise before smiling. “What is it I can do for you two?” Oh, she hoped they were going to ask her for a gang-bang!
“Could you help Ash?” The pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer asked as he clasped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Ash here is having some... Taming issues because of mom and her harem. Maybe you could... I don’t know. You’re a P.I.M.P. and you got a book of stuff Tamers should know. Could you share some of that knowledge with him?”
While not what she hoped they’d request, the woman perked up considerably. “Oh, I’d be happy to help.” She smiled warmly, always happy to be of help! Plus, doing something constructive with her nymphomaniac nature would lessen her crazy urges.
Looking at the eldest Tendo, Ash rubbed the back of his head, a little embarrassed of a woman going to hear his ‘problems’. Still, he took comfort in the fact that she was a P.I.MP. and a female one that at that, so it had to account for something. And it didn’t hurt that Ranma trusted her. “So you think you can help me?” The young Sexum asked curiously, trying to keep the hope from his voice. He didn’t want to sound too needy.
Smiling wider, Kasumi told him, “Of course. I will do my best to help you with your problems Ash, everything within my power! Even if you die trying!” She blinked her eyes once, twice. “Did I say that last part out loud?”
Slapping himself on the face, Ranma groaned in resignation. “You did...”
Kasumi placed her hands over her mouth suddenly. “Oh dear, oh dear!” She gasped. “I didn’t mean that, I’m so sorry!” She apologized, utterly flabbergasted with herself. “I meant... uh... well...” she chuckled nervously and quickly said, “I’ll do what I can.”
Hiding behind his brother, a trembling Ash squeaked, “You mean it?”
Smiling widely, the eldest Tendo nodded her head firmly. “Oh yes I will. I promise!” She smiled more as she asked, “So what’s the problem?”
To spare his younger brother some embarrassment, Ranma leaned in and whispered to the P.I.M.P.. relaying to her the young Sexum’s problems.
Kasumi blink her eyes once, twice. Turning her head to look at Ranma, she asked, “Really?”
Looking away, a furiously blushing Ash answered, “Yes...”
The eldest Tendo tapped her chin, her brain already going over some ideas. “I think,” she started to say. “I may have an idea. Something I read in a psychology book back home.” Kasumi smiled mysteriously. “But before I implement anything, I think we should talk some more about you, just you and I Ash...” her eyes twinkled. “With your cutie Alpha.”
Eyes going wide with fear, Ash tensed up. “Do... do we have to tell Misty!?” He squeaked out. He was hoping to work on this behind the pokégirl’s back. She’d torment him about it for the rest of his life!!
“I’ll need her help, plus,” Kasumi smiled as she took on a regal air of power. “I did promise her I’d give her some tips and I am a woman of my word!”
Gently, Ranma pat Ash’s shoulder in sympathy for him. “Take it from me. Leaving the Tomboy out can often be more trouble than it seems to be worth.” He sighed. “I know from personal experience.”
At Ranma’s words, Kasumi couldn’t help but giggle. However, it didn’t last long as she remembered something important. “Speaking of keeping people in the loop,” she started seriously. “I believe Asrial wanted to have a talk with you, Ranma. She wants to talk to you about all that’s gone on today.”
Raising a hand and rubbing his face for a moment, Ranma nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to her one on one anyway, but so much has gone on.”
“Indeed,” the P.I.M.P. said in understanding. “Now shoo, shoo!” Kasumi waved him off, motioning for him to leave already.
Raising his hands in a warding gesture, the pigtailed Pokégirl Tamer replied, “All right, all right... I'm going!” He shook his head for a moment before turning to his younger sibling. “Hey, Ash! Good luck, Kasumi. Later!” So saying, he waved back at his little bro, leaving the room and heading down the corridor.
Making his way down the hallway, Ranma took a moment, waving back at the NurseJoys that would smile widely at him, all looking down as they did. He didn’t think anything of it as he made his way towards the room he was sure Asrial and the pokégirls were using for planning and what-not.
Upon reaching the door to the room, he raised his hand, rapping on the surface with his knuckles.
“Who is it?” Came a familiar feminine voice from within.
“It’s me, Asrial,” the pigtailed martial artist replied.
“Oh!” The voice spoke up from the other side of the door. “Come on in, Ranma. The Door’s unlocked.”
With that as an answer, he brought his hand down to the door-knob. Turning the handle, Ranma opens the door and does as told, entering the room.
Looking towards the entrance as the door swung open, Asrial blinked her eyes in surprise. She smiled at him before saying, “Gee! Did you come dressed like that to cheer me up?”
Pausing in his tracks, Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. “What are you... talking... about...” he trailed off and looked down. “Argh!” He groaned. “I’m sorry,” the pigtailed male apologized. “Kasumi told me you wanted to talk and I came right away; I wasn’t even thinking about how I was dressed. I’d just gotten out of the shower and was side-tracked with talking to Ash...” he trailed off and just sighed in exasperation. “Sorry, Asrial. I’ve had a lot on my mind. If you want, I can go back to my room and get dressed properly. Then we can talk.”
Smiling, the Salusian of Imperial Birth couldn’t help herself as she let out a giggle; although she raised her hand to politely cover her mouth. “Ranma,” she said as she lowered her hand once her laughing fit was over. “I’ve seen you buck-naked before. I don’t care how you’re dressed,” she tells him while patting the bed she was sitting on, gesturing for him to come sit with her.
Nodding his head, Ranma told her, “If you're okay with it...” he closed the door behind him and then walked over to the bed. With the back of his legs to it, he sat down next to the Salusian princess. “Asrial, Kasumi told me you wanted to talk. I... I think I know what you want to say.” Taking a deep breath, he told her, “Please don’t feel guilty or nothing, all right?”
The blonde Salusian stared at her human friend for a long time before finally asking the intelligent question, “Huh?”
Squirming in his seat, Ranma didn’t want to bring it up if she wasn’t thinking about it, but... she did ask. “You feel bad because of the trial and stuff?”
With that asked, the skunk girl’s ears flopped back. “A little...”
Taking a deep breath, the pigtailed martial artist patted her on the shoulder. “Well you did right as far as I’m concerned.”
Turning her head to look at him, Asrial raised an eyebrow. “Even the iffy tech-salvaging?” She asked, referring to the Team Rocket goods she used to outfit the RV.
Shrugging his shoulders to that, Ranma admitted, “Well, in all honesty, I’m guilty of sticky fingers at times myself.” Bringing a hand to the back of his head, he laughed awkwardly. “It’s just... you protected yourself and the other girls in your care. You did damn good; even the judge realized it so they’re letting us off lightly. I’m just glad we avoided you getting cycled and balled.” He winced. “I don't know what I would’ve done if they had done that to you, taken away who you are and turned you into an obedient living fuck-toy.”
Smiling a little at his words and the genuine show of care and worry he was displaying, she reached over to take his hand in her own. She gently gave it a squeeze as she told him, “Thanks for having my back.”
His hand squeezing hers back, Ranma replied, “You got mine and I got yours; we’ll get through this.”
“I know, I just...” Asrial sighed. “I really didn’t mean to draw so much attention.”
Nodding his head in understanding, the pigtailed martial artist told her, “What choice did you have when those Rocket turds showed up?”
Mulling over his words for a moment, the Salusian slowly nodded her head as she begrudgingly accepted that statement. “I guess you have a point...”
A grin splitting across his face, Ranma added, “I think you impressed the other girls with your actions. Even Alice, who was ready to usurp your authority is now singing your praises.” He chuckled. “So in this case, being reckless worked in your favor. That’s something I can relate to.” He took a deep breath before asking, “Asrial... how do you feel about your... punishment?” Yes, he knew it would be a sore spot but he wanted to know if she would be up to it.
Taking a deep breath, Asrial slowly exhaled. “I don’t like it but I’ll endure it. It certainly beats the fucking alternative.” She shuddered in a mixture of disgust and fear. “I mean, we got off lightly so I better be grateful lest they decided to do something worse.”
Leaning over, Ranma hugged her gently. “Don’t worry. This may be embarrassing but I’m sure Alice and Cyan will watch out for you...” he blinked his eyes as the woman groaned. “...Was it something I said?”
Asrial leaned against Ranma smiling softly as she rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Oh, don’t get me wrong, they’ll look out for me all right... but they’ll also have some fun at my expense and will likely want to have some Taming fun when it’s all over.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the martial artist genuinely asked, “You think they’d have stopped anyway?”
“Ha! I wish!” The Salusian replied before she nuzzled against Ranma. “Thank you.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma had to ask, “Thank me? For what? I did what anyone would do. Stand up for you and then offer and ear to listen.” He shook his head as he wrapped his arms around her. “I just wish I could do more.”
Closing her eyes, the Salusian churred a little as Ranma hugged her. “I’m sure you’ll get to in time,” she smiled as she simply enjoyed the embrace. “Mind if we stay like this for a bit?”
“Sure thing,” Ranma replied as he continued to hold her. “Asrial,” he whispered. “I also promise that when we get on the road again, we’ll resume the search for your friends.” He wanted her to know he hadn’t forgotten about them. It’s just that so much had gone on and kept them busy.
Hearing that promise eased the worry that filled the Salusian’s heart somewhat. “Thanks, Ranma. Thanks a lot. I hope we find them... it’s just...” she sighed. “They could be anywhere... and the way our luck’s been, they could be on the other side of the planet.”
Ranma winced. “I don’t think they would have been brought all the way out there,” he tried to reassure her. “I mean, you landed here with them. If they’re needed by those Rocket jerks, I doubt they’d take them far or such.” Left unsaid was that it was a possibility that they could be in another part of the League at this point.
The Salusian slowly nodded her head in understanding. “I know. I just hope they aren’t too far...” Asrial sigh as she looked Ranma in the eyes. “Can I be selfish?”
Nodding his head, the pigtailed martial artist replied, “Sure.”
Blushing bright enough that it showed up through her fur, she said, “Can I um...” the white fur of her face turning red, she blurted out quickly, “CanIstaywithyoutonight?”
Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. “You want to stay with me tonight?” He didn’t think she meant sex so... it could be a break and a chance to rest up. “I don’t have anything against that.” He smiled at her. “It’ll give us a chance to talk and relax, right?”
Calming down, the Salusian of Imperial Birth nodded her head. “Of course.” She smiled happily; given what her punishment entailed she likewise was not having sex on the brain.
Taking a moment to think of what they could do, Ranma eventually offered. “Maybe we’ll rent a movie or something and get take-out?”
Cuddling up to him, Asrial smiled warmly as she answered, “I like the sound of that...”
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