[Episode 226346] [Episode 226346]
And the colors weren’t right, either — no, they were right, there were just more than there should have been, every person she saw seeming to be surrounded by faint, swirling glows, mixtures of translucent white and black and every shade of gray between the two imaginable….
Ranma shook her head, then leaned against the brick wall she’d been walking along and closed her eyes, suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of dizziness from the sensory overload, the complete strangeness of what she was seeing. When the world no longer felt like it was rotating around her, she opened her eyes and concentrated on a single man walking along the sidewalk across the street from her, desperately willing the strangeness to fade, to disappear … then sighed faintly in relief as the man’s odd nimbus faded out of sight.
“Hey, kid.”
Ranma jerked, startled, and looked over to her left to find a man leaning on a car a few yards away, arms crossed on the roof, ordinary-looking: slightly tanned skin, black hair, brown eyes, somewhat short (meaning only a few inches taller than Ranma). Still, there was something about him strangely … attractive. Great, one more weird thing ta figure out, Ranma thought, giving her head a little shake. “Yeah, whadda ya want?” she asked brusquely.
“Actually, it’s about what you might want,” the stranger said with a slight smile. “It’s pretty late, and you don’t seem to really be headed anywhere. Need some dinner, a place to spend the night? It’s late enough the predators are coming out.”
“Yeah, like that’s something I’m gonna worry about,” Ranma scoffed, and the man chuckled.
“I know, even when you’re meandering, you move like a fighter. Still, some predators travel in packs. And even if you can take on an entire gang, that could get the police involved — not something I think you want.” Without thinking, Ranma shook her head, and he nodded. “What I thought. So, a place to spend the night, get off the streets?”
For a long moment Ranma simply stared. He has a point about the predators, and I don’t even know what I can do right now — I feel kinda weak, I might even lose, and then … She fought off images of what “and then” might be like, firmly ignoring the slight thrill that ran through her body. “Yeah, a good night’s sleep, then tomorrow I can start testin’ myself, figure out what Nabiki meant about … “Uh, ya aren’t married, are ya?” she asked hesitantly, and the stranger’s slight smile broadened. “No, I live alone, there’ll just be the two of us.”
Why not? It’s not like he could do anything ta me. And he has a cute smile.... “Sure, why not?” Ranma said impulsively.
“Good, hop in,” the man said, nodding to the passenger seat of the car he was leaning against. “My name’s Kazuki Moto, by the way, what’s yours?”
“Ranma S — Ranma,” the redhead replied as she opened the passenger door and climbed in.
“Well, Ranma ‘S’, it’s good to meet you. Now, let’s get you home and fed,” Kazuki said as he started up the car and pulled out into the street.
On the roof of the building Ranma had been leaning against, Konatsu cursed mildly as he broke into a run and leaped across to the next building over in pursuit.
Still in the dining room of the Cat Café, Nabiki and Xian Pu sat, backs to the front door, pouring over one scroll as Ku Lon did the same with another across the table from the two, almost invisible behind the two stacks of scrolls piled up on the table between them. “One of the first things we’re going to do is get these translated into proper Japanese,” Nabiki grumbled as Xian Pu did her best to translate what she was reading. A few yards away, Akane sat curled in Kasumi’s lap with her hands resting on her stomach, head resting on her sister’s shoulder and tears slowly trickling from her closed eyes and down her cheeks as her older sister gently rocked her and hummed a lullaby. Engrossed in their private studies and hells, no one noticed the sound of a motorcycle pulling up outside.
Nabiki sat back with a growl at Xian Pu’s latest basic translation. “Useless! Nothing here on how many people Ranma needs to stay alive without endangering them.” Glaring at Ku Lon across the table, she snarled, “And you, you old bat, why didn’t you bother to research this before, given how many times you said you’ve read these?”
Shrugging without looking up from her own scroll, Ku Lon replied distractedly, “I expected the Champion to show up at the village, child, not in a far-off city of barbarians. With an entire village of willing, even eager, men and women, the least number needed wasn’t an issue. Keep searching — considering Alanya’s history and hopes there should be something in here somewhere that will at least hint at the number we need.”
“Four,” came the totally unexpected response from behind Nabiki, and she and Xian Pu whirled to find a tall, tanned, platinum blond woman dressed in a tight blue dress split down the front to her navel and up the side to high up her hip, three blue triangles seemingly tattooed on her forehead and each cheek, standing in the doorway to the café. Barely noticed beside her stood a dark-haired young man in a leather jacket with a motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm.
“What did you say?” Nabiki asked brusquely.
“I said, ‘four’ — at a minimum, Ranma will need four girls of average health to meet her daily needs, though with girls like Xian Pu and Akane” — nodding to the middle Tendo now sitting upright in her sister’s lap and staring at the stranger — “you could probably get by safely with three, so long as the third only serves every four days, but four would be safer even with healthier girls. Of course, that just meets Ranma’s daily needs. It doesn’t take into account what she’ll need to feed her more powerful abilities.”
Akane stood, her tear-streaked face reddening in anger, fists clenched. “And what business is it of yours —”
“Greetings, Great One,” Ku Lon said loudly, overriding the youngest Tendo, as she bowed deeply from where she now stood on the table between the two piles of scrolls. “How may your humble servants aid you?”
“Actually, it’s more like how I can help you,” the tall blonde said as she sauntered over toward them with a smile. “I‘m Urd, the Goddess of the Past, and of Looove.”
“ ‘Love’?” echoed Xian Pu. “Shampoo thought Eros God of Love.”
“Eros? Interesting,” Nabiki mused, glancing at Xian Pu speculatively, then slyly at their visitor. “I thought that was handled by Aphrodite, or Bastet, or Ishtar, or Freya, or Aizen Myoo, or Dosojin, or …”
“Yes, yes, them too, more or less,” Urd said, smile tightening. “But that’s not why I’m here, or at least not directly.” She turned to face Akane, the youngest Tendo gaping as she looked back and forth between Ku Lon and Urd.
“Akane,” Urd said, smile vanishing. “Several weeks ago, you gave Ranma three choices, and all night to think about it. I’m afraid that for you, it’s narrowed to two, and right now. You can choose to keep Ranma in your life in spite of the fact that you will have to share her body with any number of others, help her adjust to her new needs, let her help raise the child the two of you have created,” — Akane’s fists uncurled as her hands rose to cover her stomach — “or you can reject what she has become, and I and my sisters will see to her wellbeing — and you will likely never see her again.”
Akane stared at the goddess, blood draining from her face, as Kasumi rose and gently pulled her into a hug from behind.
As Akane simply stared, Nabiki jerked slightly as she felt her cell phone vibrate. Pulling it out and checking the number, she smiled and hit the ‘accept’ button and lifted the phone to her ear. “Hey, Konatsu, what have you got for me?” she said.
“…”
“Good, what’s the address, or at least the name?” she asked, grabbing the pen she’d been using for notes and jotting down Konatsu’s reply. “Great. Don’t worry about not knowing which exact apartment, just keep an eye on the entrance and follow Ranma when she leaves,” she instructed brusquely, then closed and pocketed the phone. Looking around, she found every eye in the place except Akane’s on her and nodded. “Ranma got picked up by some guy in a car. Konatsu managed to follow them to an apartment building.”
As Ku Lon nodded approvingly to Nabiki, Urd turned back to the youngest Tendo, face like stone. When Akane continued to stare at her in stunned speechlessness, the goddess said, “Refusing to make a choice is the same as rejecting the girl you have made, and you’ve just run out of time. So which will it be? Choose!”
Ranma glanced around the one-room apartment as she sat on the cushioned floor before the low table as she finished the ramen Kazuki had picked up on their trip here. She frowned slightly as she gulped down the last few mouthfuls — the ramen had been good, if not up to Cat Café standards, and she’d had no problem eating it, but it hadn’t seemed to help her at all. The singing emptiness inside her was still there, as strong as ever — stronger, in fact. She glanced over at her host as she put the bowl down. You know, he really is cute, she thought happily, then froze. Oh, kami help me, he’s cute? What’s wrong with me?! I’ve got to get out of here.
The redhead rose to her feet, and bowed to her host. “Thank you, Mr. Moto, for the ramen and tha offer of a place ta sleep, but I think I’ll just walk the night away.” She turned toward the door and took several steps, only to freeze at the sound of Kazuki’s voice.
“Wait!” he called. Ranma started to turn around, but stopped at the sound of Kazuki rising and walking toward her. She found herself facing the wall, staring into a full-length mirror. In the mirror she could see him approaching her from behind, reaching up to put his hands on her shoulders. “What I said before still holds,” Kazuki said softly. “By now, the streets in this neighborhood belong to prostitutes, their clients, and thugs. It isn’t safe, not for you, not for them.” Gently running his hands down along her arms, he added, “Please stay. In the morning on my way to work I can drop you off at a place where you’ll be safe, and where you can earn enough to support yourself without anyone knowing about it that you don’t want to find you.”
Oh, crap, prostitutes! Ranma thought despairingly, even as she shivered at the feel of his hands on her bare skin. It sounds like they’ll be all over, and Nabiki said … yeah, ‘Nabiki said’ — but she’s been different lately, friendlier, weird. Her eyes met Kazuki’s in the mirror, and he seemed to stiffen slightly. He really was cute, and more … something seemed to be pulling her toward him, something in the odd emptiness she felt seemed to yearn for him.... “Alright,” she whispered as she leaned back against him, eyes closing. “I’ll stay.”
“Thank you,” he whispered, his hands slipping around in front of her. Ranma sighed as they rose to gently cup her breasts, and he stiffened. “That’s right, no bra. You did leave home in a hurry, didn’t you?” He was silent for a moment, hands unmoving, then asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
For a long moment Ranma was silent, forcing herself not to move, to rub her breasts against the hands cupping them, as her body ached for more. This is what you need, isn’t it? And the way ya felt so drawn ta Akane — no wonder Nabiki threw ya out. But she said ta come back when I’m safe.... Opening her eyes, she again looked at Kazuki’s concerned face in the mirror. Nabiki didn’t say anything about stayin’ away from guys, he should be okay. “No,” she finally said breathlessly as her own hands rose to cup his. “No, I don’t want you to stop. Please …”
Kazuki smiled softly, and Ranma gasped as his hands again started moving, one reaching for the fastenings of her shirt while the other gently played with a breast and its rapidly hardening nipple. Her shirt fell open, and the hand on her breast switched to the other, slipping under the fabric to caress her naked flesh, while the other hand loosened her pants and slipped down inside. Ranma saw his eyes widen as his fingers slipped through her bush of pubic curls. “No panties, either?” he mused, and Ranma’s hips bucked, her head falling back against his shoulder, eyes closed, as fingers rubbed across her nub and down between her lower lips. “And you’re already practically dripping,” he said, smile broadening. “You’re a hot little number, aren’t you? I think you’re going to like where I’m taking you in the morning.”
With that he pulled his hands away and stepped back, holding Ranma upright with his hands on her shoulders. Ranma mewed a protest, eyes popping open, then relaxed as the hands slipped her shirt back and let it fall to the ends of her arms. As she quickly shook her sleeveless shirt free, dropping it to the floor, Kazuki knelt, undid the ties at her ankles, then grasped her pants at the waist and pulled them down her legs and helped her step out of them. Standing up Kazuki quickly stripped off his own clothing and pulled her back against his chest, and she groaned with pleasure as his hands returned to their former playgrounds.
As she wriggled against him, Kazuki stared appreciatively at the view in the full-length mirror, his eyes traveling the length of the petite, busty redhead’s body, lingering on her jiggling full breasts and thick red bush above her slightly dripping slit. Sliding his fingers away from her swollen lower lips, he ran them along the trickle of fluid down the inside of her thigh, then raised his hand to Ranma’s mouth. As she eagerly sucked on the offered fingers, thrilling at the taste of her own juices, Kazuki smiled. “I think we can skip a certain amount of foreplay this time.”
Gently, he levered her upright and pushed on her shoulders. “Lean forward, brace yourself on each side of the mirror.” Ranma did as commanded, and he levered her feet apart so that she stood with her legs spread, then stepped behind her with his own legs spread, and Ranma gasped as she felt his manhood slip up between her folds, coating its top with her juices. Kazuki ran his dick along her cleft several times, until Ranma began to shake with need.
“Please …” she whispered, and he nodded mock-solemnly.
“As my lady commands,” he intoned, and he reached down to properly position his manhood, then slowly pushed. Ranma watched in the mirror as his dickhead parted her lips and sank in, as the rest of his stiff rod slowly slipped up into her, gasping in mounting pleasure as she felt her tunnel stretching to accommodate the welcome intruder. “Oh yes, you’re so tight and hot!” Kazuki exclaimed. “I don’t think I’ve ever known a girl this tight.”
“You think that’s tight? Try this!” Grinning she clenched the muscles in her vagina, and Kazuki groaned.
“Too tight!” he gasped, and Ranma chuckled and relaxed, then gasped herself as he started to slowly pump in and out.
“Oh, yes …” she moaned, “that’s it, give it to me, harder, harder!” Kazuki smiled and slowly picked up the pace, the room echoing to the moist sounds of wet flesh hitting wet flesh. Ranma found herself panting in time to the thrusts, her arms quivering. Suddenly her arms gave way, and she leaned her sweat-soaked forehead against the mirror, elbows now braced against the wall, getting a close-up view as her bountiful breasts shook with each wet slap.
Kazuki sighed as Ranma’s new position completely cut of his view of her front in the mirror, then shrugged and picked up the pace even more, pounding into the now squealing girl. He looked down at the view of his rod pistoning in and out, drops of sweat and Ranma’s juices peppering the cushioned floor beneath their feet. Good thing the floor’s waterproof, he thought as usual, then grinned. Leaning down and reaching under, he ran his thumb along her spread lips, feeling his wet cock sliding in and out, then up and around her nub. Then he placed his moistened thumb at the entrance to her back door while his other hand replaced the first one in rubbing Ranma’s engorged clit.
Ranma yelped at the feel of a digit rubbing across her nub, then gasped as something pressed against her asshole. What is he doing? she blurrily thought, then breathily shrieked, back arching, as she felt Kazuki’s thumb pop up into her ass and begin pumping in time with the cock hammering her pussy at the same time fingers rubbed her clit and along her outer lips. She found herself pounding back against him, matching him thrust for thrust, runnels of sweat running down her face and coating her breasts.
Then Ranma pushed herself upright with a stifled scream as she felt the cock pistoning into her plunge as deep as it could and freeze in place, spurt after spurt of cum splashing deep inside her. With the cum spurting and pooling inside her came a flood of energy, and her world went white in orgasmic bliss like she’d never known in the last three weeks, so intense she didn’t even feel Kazuki’s thumb and cock pop out of her as he fell backward. She dropped to her knees, shaking, her sweat-slicked forehead leaving a wet streak down the mirror, cum running out of her tunnel and down her leg, dripping and pooling on the floor.
Finally, Ranma’s shaking eased and she lifted her head off of the mirror. She felt great! The yearning emptiness she’d been feeling wasn’t completely gone, but it was greatly reduced, now a mere presence in the background instead of a constant yearning tug, and the weakness she’d felt tugging at her as she walked had all but vanished in a burst of energy. I didn’t realize how much pressure whatever-that-was was puttin’ on me. And that eruption at the end, wow! Nothin’ like that ever happened with Akane — Ranma froze. Akane! How am I gonna explain this ta Akane?! She fell on her side and curled into a ball, thoughts racing in incoherent panic in all directions. After a while, Ranma forced her thoughts to slow down, settle, and a dull resignation set in. I’m not gonna be able ta explain this, she thought, and I’m not gonna try. Better if she never sees me again, she doesn’t need me, not like this.
Slowly, the red-haired girl climbed to her feet and looked around, grimacing. What a mess. And where’s — Again, her thoughts froze as she saw the man that had just given her the greatest fuck of her limited experience collapsed on the floor, eyes closed. Rushing over and dropping to her knees beside him, she reached out a shaking hand and sighed in relief at the feel of the pulse at his neck. What happened to him? she thought. Nabiki said — no, she didn’t. She said I was dangerous around women, not that I was safe around men. If I was gonna go back, I’d hafta have a long talk with that girl.
Ignoring the slow tears beginning to run down her cheeks, Ranma rose and walked over to the small bathroom and grabbed a quick shower, then found Kazuki’s cleaning equipment and hastily cleaned up the mess they’d made. Finally, she pulled her pants and shirt back on, both only slightly stained, and looked down at Kazuki. With a sigh, she pulled him out of the way, set up his futon, wiped him down, and tucked him into bed. Mr. Moto didn’t even twitch the entire time, she thought worriedly. I hope he’s gonna be all right. Well, whether he is or not, there’s nothin’ ya can do about it.
Turning, Ranma looked at herself again in the full-length mirror, wiped at the slow tears still leaving tracks down her cheeks, then walked over to the door to the apartment, turned off the lights, and left.
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